#NOT WHEN I FINISHED THE SCENE GODDAMMIT

[scalproie]

ALSO I have been tagged... last week (I'm so sorry) by @kazamajun for wip wednesday and I finally have smth I'm comfortable sharing so. there we go.

Also I would like to tag... idk who currently has wips. @eldragon-x I think you do. @kazooyah you too (if you want to ofc). Anyone else tell me so I can tag you and also you are tagged anyway.

OK LET'S GO

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The fight was as fast as it was intense.

The King of Hell made the first move, absolute in might as ever, doubtless eager to finish it quickly, but his powerful strike never came into contact with the goddess' body: her palm met his fist halfway and she used his momentum against him, redirecting the blow and gracefully dodging out of the way, before grabbing his arm, dealing him a swift chop to his neck, bringing him to his knee with a well-placed kick, and slamming her elbow to the back of his head. Unrelenting, she then concluded the throw by tossing him overhead.

But as expected, it did nothing to keep Kazuya down for more than a second. A kick to get her away, and he got back up with a dangerous red gleam in his eyes.

She mainly focused on evasion and redirection, turning his strength back on him all while doing her best to avoid his attacks, as it was evident that he had immense destructive power on his side, and knew how to utilize it at his very core.

She could not espace every of his moves however, and the punch that followed an axe-kick of his hurt her more than from anything she ever faced before. It unfortunately wouldn't be the last blow that would breach her defenses.

The first electrically charged attack that hit her thorax had her stopped breathing momentarily, and at one point he got back at her by grabbing her leg and slamming the goddess to the ground.

She did not spend the whole fight evading or trying to, however, her fighting techniques were as refined as his were perfected. To hit her, he would need to reach her first, but she would hit her mark almost everytime, forcing him to block her blows.

He found no luck falling back on his other abilities either: pure white bird-shaped energy crashed into and nullified flying purple laser-shooting crystals more than once. Her light was on par with his demonic electricity, and she had him panting as much as he did her.

It was clear still that neither of them has ever faced such an fierce opponent before.

She knocked him out of his devil form eventually. A single contact of her light was usually all it took to purge all demonic energy of those from below; he, on the other hand, endured the full force of it fifteen times before a light-infused fist send him flying and purple scales dissipated from the King of Hell to reveal a humanoid form much more similar to her own.

That did not made him any weaker, or any less determined.

Eventually, they each dealt each other a killing blow.

True purifying light from her hand obliterated his demonic insides from behind his chest, while highly concentrated infernal electricity fired at point blank from his remaining third eye tore right through her stomach. Neither knew who delivered which first.

Both fell to the ground the same, in opposite directions, across of each other.

Both also knew that they would be dead soon. Well, as temporary as being dead was to a god.

The physical part of the fight ended, but the battle still wasn't over: the winner of this encounter would be decided by which of the two would see the other die first.

Everything was silent in the clearing save for the two gods' ragged breathing.

Already the woods were giving back to She who made them: small orbs of light emerging out of the spring, the trees, the plants and the grass, were making their way over to her, envelopping Jun's wounds in a warm embrace.

She forced her eyes to stay open to see the god on the other side, being reclaimed by the depths of the earth, tendrils of blood creeping up and dragging him down. With his last bout of strength he was clawing at the ground toward her, still glaring at her.

But was he? Jun looked deeper at the red eyes fixated on her before realizing they were in fact looking past her, pleading past her.

Not yet, not yet, not yet. Not again.

She was no longer the enemy he was fighting.

Without knowing why, on pure instinct perhaps, her hand extanded with the intent to reach him: in her exausted state, maybe her eyes no longer saw an adversary to defeat, but someone in need of help.

Her eyes closed on their own before they could meet his lifeless ones.

[lunarriviera]

Hi! Hope you're doimg well! I wanted to ask, what do you do when you get stuck when writing? Like, I know I want to go from point A to point B, but I'm stuck at point A and not sure how to get to point B.

nonny i am busting in here all excitedly like the koolaid man at four in the god o’clock of the morning to answer this, because I ACTUALLY KNOW THIS ONE: 

the solution to this issue is, in fact, square brackets. like this: [???]

what? you say. how works this? you say. READ ON I WILL TELL YOU

so right now in the scene i’m trying to pull together/make into prose, from tattered drafts/sentences/allcaps/bullet points/etc., i have three things that need to happen: 1) police will search a suspect’s house, 2) one of them has to find something incriminating, 3) the suspect’s son has to burst in and cause a lot of trouble. those are my B points. but right now, i’m stuck at point A: shen yi and he rongyue are sitting in the car talking about feelings when they need to get out and go do their damn jobs. how do i get them to move. why aren’t they moving. why are they still sitting there talking, this isn’t brunch goddammit.

at this point as a writer, you get to make a decision: EITHER a) your idea about what needs to happen in this scene was all wrong, and the reason you’re “stuck” at point A is that maybe point A is actually a very interesting place for your characters to linger inside, and maybe they really need to be there a while longer, in case they have things to say or do. and point B maybe isn’t the point B you thought it was going to be, but it’s going to be something different (maybe shen yi and he rongyue realize they need backup, or they decide they’re going someplace else to do something different, instead).

OR: square brackets. it works like this. (and by the way i learned this from @seperis because she is literally a genius, thank you sep darling you should know saved my whole entire life.) here is some of my draft to illustrate:

[shen yi and he rongyue saying a bunch of words about feelings and things not related to the case they’re supposed to be investigating]

“I wonder,” said Shen Yi thoughtfully, “what would happen if you just asked her to go for a walk with you?”

[TK]

Shen Yi stopped in front of the painting and looked at it, at first out of habit, and then more closely, as he instinctively stepped back the correct distance to see both the whole canvas at once as well as its technique. From the other room, he could hear He Rongyue and [Name of Her Assistant] doing [something something something]. He still had on nitrile gloves, so he came closer again, to touch the varnish, feel along the grooves of the brushwork. He frowned. This wasn’t a reproduction—this was a genuine [name of painter redacted bc it’s a plot point and a surprise].

[TK]

“What the fuck are you people doing in my house?” came an aggrieved voice from the landing. Everyone turned to look up at the young man standing there, keys in one hand, a cup of iced coffee in the other. He was, Shen Yi realized, Huang Wei, and that was neither unexpected nor a particular problem, but the person with him was probably going to be a very particular problem indeed.

you can see how i gestured towards three different parts of this scene, even though i didn’t finish any of them here and have no idea what the connective tissue will be between them. and i did this by skipping huge wads of prose and just tossing in “[TK]” for now. ”TK” by the way is an abbreviation i learned while working for newspapers/magazines; journalists use it to mean “to come,” as in, “something important is missing here so i promise i will make a bunch of phone calls and get that detail/fact shoved in there before we go to press.” We use TK instead of TC because you can word-search TK and that letter combination isn’t in any english words (or at least very few; anyway i can’t think of any).

at some point, of course, you will have to fill in “[TK]” or rather, i will, here with all the stuff that’s missing—dialogue, action, and description, mostly; i tend not to summarize or use exposition much, but usually default to telling a story in-scene (a time-honored tradition in fanfic). but the beauty of TK and above all, the square brackets, is that you don’t bog down. you don’t go down a research rabbit hole because you can’t remember the name of He Rongyue’s assistant (Xiao something? Feng?) and you don’t wind yourself into knots figuring out how to get them out of the car and into the house. you keep moving, like a shark.

so if you’re stuck getting from A to B? stop trying to get from A to B. just SKIP there, skip to where you want to be. throw in “[something goes here]” so you remember to go back and add it later. if you have a general idea of what goes there, put that instead: “[somehow they get out of the car still talking and head inside. oh wait how do they break the door down. is jiang xue with them?]”—like that.

the trick with any piece of fic longer than, say, 7-8k, is NOT to get bogged down. anything with multiple scenes, really—even if you have, say, five scenes planned for your oneshot, you will find one really easy to write and then you’ll stare at the next one, which SHOULD be easy to write, for eleventy hours, sweating like that gif of jordan peele. don’t do that. just put “[this is the scene where chen fei throws a chair and ruan nanzhu says something cutting and walks out, and that’s the moment chen fei knows he actually likes the bastard.]” then skip! skip, skip. skip to the moment where you know the next thing that will happen! write that part instead! “it’s two years later and chen fei is furious, because he has to see that lovesick look on ruan nanzhu’s face whenever he thinks qiushi isn’t paying attention. the worst part is that lin qiushi is genuinely loveable, so chen fei can’t even hate him. he starts hiding in his room.” etc.

the thing about writing ANYTHING is not to lose momentum, not to get stuck in what novelist robert pirsig called “a gumption trap.” or, as alec baldwin’s character says in glengarry glen ross: always be closing. keep moving! don’t sit in one place too long or you really will get stuck. if you find yourself fussing with a paragraph, or adding more to a scene when you didn’t mean to add more instead of stopping and moving on, or pacing around the house irritated with yourself, drink a lot of very cold water and then SKIP.

skip to the part where you know what happens. if you don’t know what happens, either go for a long walk and think about what exactly Han Juwon or Naruto or Bob the Builder or Taylor Swift or Viktor Nikiforov or Wang Meng or whomstthefuckever would do/say in this situation. after about 15-20 minutes i’m usually either turning around to go home and write it down, or giving myself complicate mnemonics based on trees and street signs, so i have a chance of remembering what i just realized absolutely has to happen next in the story.

in conclusion:

1. [TK!] [square brackets are your friends!] [you can use them!] [to skip ahead!] [and leave a stuck spot BYYYYYEEEE hit da bricks] [and just go to a more pleasant spot where there’s a shady tree and some soft green grass to lie on]

2. …and then later when you take another pass through the document, on some day when you’re mentally fresher and maybe you haven’t read it for a couple days, you’ll find yourself adding a few sentences. or one sentence. or some words. it’s fine. it’s all fine. look we can’t all be out here writing a million words a year. some people do, sure. as writer annie dillard says, some people eat cars. but if you want to write something with some bite to it, some texture and grit and heft, you’re gonna endure some tortuous slowness and a lot of [TK]. so best start getting real comfortable with that now. if you wanted an easy hobby i have some difficult news for you, you picked the wrong fucking one.

3. the reward for your patience with yourself and your writing process will be all those times when you’re driving, showering, cooking, and/or DMing with bestie, and suddenly What's About To Happen Next will hit you like a bolt of lightning and nearly scalp you in the process. holy shit, you’ll say to yourself, stunned. i now know exactly who’s coming through the door with huang wei and it’s not at all who i thought it was. (this jolt of electricity is why people are pantsers, by the way. we suffer through our own cluelessness for an eternity, just to have that one shocking moment of godlike clarity. the crash usually sucks but the high is unbelievable.) (and i say this, but i always have an outline. i just usually mostly ignore it, because apparently my continued survival is predicated on the fact that imaginary people talk in my head and i just write down what they say.)

4. finally i have ABSOLUTELY written fics of every length just to get to One Particular Scene which i wrote first. i wrote the ending of my current long wip really early on, and everything leading up to it has just been me trying to figure out: okay, so what’s it going to take to get them there? in the words of george w. bush, whom i am not much given to quoting, you are the decider. you can decide to write your fic backwards if you want to! write C first and then go back and add B and at the very end A! no one will ever know, it’s between you and your drafts. then you can do what i do, and write an excessively long nervous a/n about it all, when you post.

this got long but tldr just remember: [tk]. love you have fun writing!!! <3 <3

[actuallysaiyan]

56. “on the counter/table/etc?”

And

27. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” - “no! don’t apologize, i liked it…”

I thought these could work well together. For a domestic scene with a Small Might and reader trying to spice up their sex life by taking it outta the bedroom! And well, maybe they find a new angle on that counter/table that got the reader seeing stars and saying all sorts of things??? Daddy? Sir? Whatever pet name you think fits best with the prompt~.

warnings: smut, lewd themes, oral sex(fem receiving), penetrative sex, creampie finish, unprotected sex, age gap, daddy kink, retired Toshinori prompt: “on the counter/table/etc?” & “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” - “no! don’t apologize, i liked it…”

Usually when he comes home from work, he’s more tired. But tonight, he’s surprising you with a youthful glow and a mischievous smirk. He kisses you with need, with hunger. His long fingers gently cup your cheeks before he runs his finger through your hair and tugs so gently. When his tongue slides into your mouth, you can’t help but moan and press your body against his.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” his breath comes out all ragged. “I need you.”

Toshinori surprises you once more with deep kisses, the kind that feel like two teenagers are making out. But no, it’s you and your lover. The man who’s much older than you, but goddammit you love him so much.

“On the counter?” he suggests, and your eyes widen.

“On the counter? Oh…uh…”

But he doesn’t let you finish. With surprising strength(and then again he said he had been working out lately), he picks you up and places you on the counter. Toshinori continues to kiss you while his hands work on undressing you.

It’s not long before he’s on his knees, lapping at your sweet little cunt. He’s tugging on his hard cock with his free hand, moaning against your swollen clit. He’s in heaven when he gets to do naughty things like this with you. Toshinori thanks the universe whenever he doesn’t feel too tired to pleasure you.

As you fall off the edge with a sweet cry of his name, his cock throbs in his fist. He licks up every little drop of your delicious nectar before getting up on his feet. He teases you with the bulbous tip of his cock, letting it graze against your aching clit. With each whine you let out, he decides to prod your little hole. Then slowly, Toshinori pushes into you.

When he begins to pick up speed, he suddenly shifts his angle. This ends up hitting your sweet spot dead on and your eyes roll back in your skull.

“Daddy,” you pant out. “Do that again.”

He freezes in his spot. Did you just call him daddy? Fuck, why was this turning him on more than he’d like to admit. He usually wouldn’t like that but coming from your lips, it’s got to be one of the hottest sounds he’s ever heard.

“S-sorry, didn’t mean to call you that—”

“No, no…please, call me that again. I liked it.”

You look up at him through your half-open eyes. “Daddy, please do that again.”

He leans in to kiss you while fucking you in that perfect angle. You tremble with each thrust, feeling the coil in your stomach winding so tight. You barely have time to warn him before you’re cumming hard, splashing him and the countertop with your juices.

“Look at you,” he coos as he continues to fuck you. “I guess I’ve fucked you stupid, huh baby?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes, daddy. Please, more.”

With renewed vigor, Toshinori begins to pump into you even harder. To watch your face contorted in pleasure is more than to send him over the edge, but it’s the way you keep mewling that damn word that has his balls drawing up.

“Cum for me, daddy.” You practically beg him.

He can’t think straight. His hips snap as he chases his high, his cock throbbing within your tight walls that grip him so snugly. Soon he’s reaching climax with a loud grunt and a series of whimpers follow as he pumps ropes of cum into your tight pussy. You cling to him, cooing for him to let go for you.

As he slump against you, you begin to run your fingers through his hair. He feels so comfortable like this, but he knows he’s going to have to clean you up. You begin to giggle and he looks up.

“I didn’t know you had a daddy kink,” you tell him.

He blushes. “I didn’t know I had one either. But the way you said that word, it got me excited.”

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[missusdunn]

Matt x F!Reader (+ Trey)

Smut, Voyeurism, Male Masturbation

It was late at night after a long day of traveling. I had decided to tag along with my husband, Matt, on his work travels. I, of course, would miss him terribly like always if I didn’t come. Luckily he was happy to have me. And Trey didn’t seem to mind it either.

The three of us find a hotel for the night. Once we get to the front desk we learn that there are only two-bed bedrooms left.

Okay, not a big deal. We’re all adults here. Except, I anticipated having my husband tonight and I knew nothing would stop me. Maybe I could come up with some excuse to be alone with my Matt.

We take the room. Trey and Matt don’t seem to care about sharing a room together. We make our way to our room.

It’s quite small but just enough for tonight. It had two full-sized beds, a TV, and a chair in the corner of the room. Trey claims the bed on the further side leaving Matt and I to the first bed. I knew this was my chance to get it in with my husband. “Hey, Matty, I'm gonna take a shower,” I say expectantly but all he does is give a weak nod. He looked exhausted, they both did. But unfortunately, I’m selfish when it comes to my feminine urges.

I watch idly as both get ready for bed rather quickly. Matt gave me a look, silently asking me if I was still gonna take a shower. I leave that thought behind and I just get in bed with my husband.

The lights go out once I cuddle into my husband's side. Matt lays on his back and his arm wraps around my waist once I cuddle into him. I trail my fingers down his chest seductively while he grabs my hand stopping me in my tracks. “Not tonight, baby.” He whispers in the dark. “But I need you.” I rebutted quietly. “I'll be quick” All he does is sigh defeatedly. “Fine. but you’ll have to be quiet.” I perk up at his defeat “Yes, baby.” I then pull him into a heated kiss.

Trey’s POV

My head hits the pillow once I turn off the lights. I was too tired to care about anything. I could hear Matt and y/n whisper faintly but I was almost half asleep by then. Until I hear lips smacking, quickened breaths, and hushed moans.

My eyes shoot wide open. Goddammit. I should’ve known this would happen. I look over to their bed and see y/n’s figure on top of Matt's. Despite it being dark I could still see the couple almost clearly. I watch as y/n then straddles Matt only to turn herself around into a reverse cowgirl position. Holy shit.

I had to admit that I had a thing for y/n. My best friend's wife. She's an attractive woman, and I'm only a man. I remember how Matt and I used to talk about her before they started dating. How hot she is and what we would do to her. And now this is my best friend’s reality. Good for him. Truly. But that didn’t stop my dick from jumping at the sight of y/n about to ride her husband.

She aligns herself with Matt under the covers before sinking onto him. She lets out a breathy moan and a quiet whimper that Matt pulls her hair for; a reminder for her to shut up. She then begins to bounce on him up and down. The noises. Oh my god, the noises. The sound of her creamy wet pussy riding Matt's dick mixed with the sound of her ass slapping against his hips. I could see her in the moonlight bouncing on him like she was possessed. I couldn’t help but bring my attention to my cock. I begin to stroke it as my eyes are glued onto her ass. I desperately try to imagine it’s me she's bouncing on as I stroke myself faster and faster. I feel myself getting closer as I take in the scene. The sight of her bouncing on his cock mixed with the sounds of it all was enough to bring me to my climax. I cum all over my hand still imagining her. I tuck my dick back into the waistband of my boxers as I listen to them finish. They both cum with a moan and she lets out a suppressed squeal that he slaps her ass for. Their movements slow and she gets off of him and cuddles into his side. Before I fall asleep I hear faint whispers from them again. “I love you.” and a quiet “I love you too.”

[johnwickb1tsch]

andar conmigo ~ epilogue

A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline/fic- Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle ~ You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you...Your old flame don John does not like this at all. Warnings: FLUFF chapter map

Author's Note: I just want to say a quick THANK YOU to everyone who followed along and supported this story! Girl Genius @scarlettspectra who helped me with the original idea, my utterly beloved @treedaddymcpuffpuff , the SWEETEST @sweetwolfcupcake (who fried my brain with that gif of Paul, thank u! 😘 , the always RAZOR sharp @discoscoob, the hilarious @lilithlinen , the insightful @reallongwire , emoji queen @thesecretlifeofmo , 🖤 @lonelyspadez and SO many others, I wouldn't have finished this without you, it wouldn't have been as much fun, and it CERTAINLY wouldn't be the fic it is without your amazing input!

-You’re going to have to rewrite the train station scene in your story, because you take him with you at the platform, and you are smart enough not to let go. 

At first, you stay together in your tiny apartment with its fetching view of a brick wall. The arrangement was fine, if not a little cramped. You spend most of your time in bed, anyway, but you find you don’t mind sharing your space with Paul, or your cooking, or your time. Goddammit if Anjelica wasn’t right about that. 

But maybe he knows you better than you know yourself. 

Without you needing to ask, [and you’re not sure you even would have, truth be told], he eventually gets his own place. Yet, you are still inseparable, barring the hours you go to work, and he goes to school. 

You find that you are equally happy to have your own space back, yet unbearably restless for the next time you will get to see him. It is a strange medley to balance in your life, and a part of you hopes that someday maybe you really will score that apartment with enough room for the two of you, and a typewriter overlooking the Bay. 

On the odd days you do not see each other, he writes you a letter, and you always write him back. 

As it turns out, Paul Sutton likes things that go, and he enrolls to study engines at a technical college in San Francisco. 

The day he roars up to your apartment in a leather jacket on a Norton motorcycle with a big grin, you cannot help but laugh. It seems like a ridiculous machine, and yet after the first time he takes you for a ride–it becomes one of your favorite things to do with him. You tear up and down the coast in your free time, picnicking at the beach or beneath towering sequoia trees. 

You have both healed from your misadventure, withstanding the occasional cough, or the odd nightmare...on a whole, your life together is so sweet, and the irony does not escape you that on more than one occasion you have to restrain yourself from asking him to marry you. But Paul is starting to find himself, given time in which he’s not running between raindrops, enemy fire, or immediately jumping into the responsibility of supporting a wife and children. 

He does not always take you on his motorcycle trips, often going on long rides to clear his head. He says it helps ease his mind, when his memories from the war become too loud in his head.

Most of the time though, he seems content, and you are so happy for that. 

-The first time after he dropped into your office at the publishing house to bring you flowers, just because, bless that man, your boss asks, “So that’s Peter?” 

“No, that’s Paul,” you tease him, aware that your beau’s good looks have a certain effect upon both sexes, no matter their preferences. 

You’d let your superior read your manuscript of your book, after catching you working on it at your desk during a break. You decided to title it, “A Walk in the Clouds.”  You’re not getting your hopes up, as he hems and haws over it. He keeps proposing changes to the story that would be untenable to you, as well as writing under a man’s pen name, or a less Spanish-sounding surname, in the interest of appealing to a broader audience. Maybe someday, you’ll find an agent who will champion your vision, and a publisher who won’t hold it against you that you are an intelligent self-taught Hispanic woman with opinions that challenge the conformity of post-War America.  

Maybe someday, things will be better…

Until then, you’ll just have to keep writing. 

-A year later, the two of you are out to lunch at a North Beach café, when a slick-looking man in a dapper suit passes by your table, then does a double-take at Paul, who was engaged mid-bite with his open mouth over a fork full of pasta. 

“Hey kid,” he says. “Ever thought of being in movies?” 

Taken aback, Paul wipes his lips with his napkin, regarding the man quizzically. “Ah…no, never occurred to me,” he admits to the stranger with a quizzical lift of eyebrows. 

“You got the look. Call me.” The Hollywood man flips a card onto the table, then strolls off like he has somewhere important to be. 

Paul looks at you, then laughs, shaking his head as he looks at the card. He is so humble about his dashing good looks, finding it embarrassing when women slow down to ogle him on the street, (or in one amusing case–to you at least– trip over the sidewalk). 

“How silly,” he says with a little smile, tearing off a piece of bread. He’s playing it down, but you think you see a glitter of intrigue in those polished ebony eyes.

You shrug. “Who knows?” you say playfully. “You’re certainly the best-looking man I know.” 

After all this time, his cheeks still pink for you, his ears turning red at the tips. 

“Well, that’s all that matters to me,” he tells you, reaching across the table for your hand. You slide your fingers into his, so happy you could die. 

Afterwards you go for a stroll, hand in hand, looking in the windows of the shops and laughing together, your head on his shoulder.

It’s hard to imagine that life could get much sweeter than this. Deep down, a tiny, selfish part of you hopes he doesn’t call that Hollywood headhunter. How drastically would your life with him change, if he became a star on the silver screen?

That’s when you know you absolutely believe he’s got what it takes–and you beat back your ugly little fears, resolving that you won’t stand in his way, if he wants to try for it.

You realize you’re squeezing his hand too hard when he looks down at you with a question in his eyes. “Sorry,” you apologize, tilting your head for a kiss. 

He grants your request, and his soft lips on yours still curl your toes. He rests his forehead against yours with that little smile, just for you…and your fears go quiet, replaced by the soft glow this man always inspires in you. 

“Just in case you didn’t know…I would marry you in a heartbeat, if you ever change your mind about all that.” 

You blink, your heart a sparkling firework trapped in your chest. 

You have to try twice before you can find your voice. 

“I think…I would like that, Paul Sutton.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He laughs out loud, that beautiful sound that fuels you as surely as food or drink or air. He picks you up right in the middle of the sidewalk, spinning you around in a circle before his lips find yours again. 

Suddenly, you’re not worried about anything.

-Paul drops you off at your apartment after a lingering kiss before rumbling off on the Norton. He has to study up for a test on Monday, and you’ve found when you try to help him with his studies more often than not you just end up in bed together. 

There are worse things, but this is an important exam. You’re sure he’ll pass with flying colors, then you can reward him properly. 

You practically skip up the stairs, still giddy from earlier. Are you and Paul actually engaged? Promised to be engaged? Merely in talks? You’re not really sure, but it doesn’t matter. You’re together, and you feel like you have all the time in the world to figure it out. The whole country is in such a hurry now that the war has ended, but the two of you have learned you don’t mind taking your time.  

You almost step on a little lump of something left before your door. Puzzled, you pick it up. It reminds you of the handmade little ragdolls you and your sisters used to play with, made of cloth and thread and horse hair.  

But this toy is burned, half her hair singed away, her blackened face pulled in a terrible grimace. 

With a frown you lay it back to rest on the floor beside your door. 

Maybe the neighbor’s girl down the hall dropped her toy. She might want it back. If it’s still there tomorrow…you’ll throw it out. 

Your earlier elation dampered by a weird feeling weighing in your gut, you let yourself into your apartment, and go about the rest of your day. 

Yet as you sit down with your notebook and a cup of tea to warm the chill inside you, you cannot stop thinking about it. 

There’s no way in Hell that terrible man survived that fire… 

Is there? 

The End…

Or is it?👀

[mithaeesblog]

Streamer Sally Face AU but angst

Modern AU of Sally Face where Sal streams playing horror video games. Everything is going well until the game begins to mirror his traumatic past. (Sorry for grammar mistakes!)

TW: alcoholism, blood, death, traumatic memories

It had been few hours since Sal began streaming an old psychological horror game, recommended by his fans. It was fun at first, jump scares here and there which did not scare him most of the time. Little jolt occasionally but overall tolerable. That’s what fans loved the most about Sal, his attitude and ability to stay calm during chasing scenes or terrifying jump scares. That was the reason why he got popular in the first place. Almost no game he had ever played before terrified him, that was until now.

One of the main characters began talking to her mother, asking why her dad wasn’t here yet. Her mother proceeded to tell her he is no longer coming back.

“Why?”

Click

“We’re.. tired of fighting sweetie. Besides you always cry when we fight, don’t you hate it when we fight?”

Something about the tone of the mother made Sal’s body tensed. He knew something was off, he hated that question, he did not like that question at all.

For few minutes, the game was silent until Sal clicked his mouse again and the girl asked another question.

“Is it me? Is that why both of you keeps fighting? I heard what you said-“

Click

“No! Don’t be stupid, it isn’t your fault. He’s drunk all the time, he can’t keep a job, he can’t even cook a decent meal for us! I should have left him years ago.” The mother grunted as she crossed her legs in annoyance before lighting up a cigarette and shoved it between her lips. Inhaling the smoke then exhaling it, without a thought of her child’s concern about her husband leaving them for good.

“Great,” Sal thought. “Alcohol.. why, why is it always alcohol? Why can’t it be something else for once?”

At this point, Sal knew he was starting to feel more off and uncomfortable than before. The thought and seeing the word alcohol bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He had not said anything on his stream for few minutes now, people were starting to notice it, but he couldn’t do anything.

Click

“Is it my fault?

Click

Sal’s breathing started to change, he felt like it was getting harder to breathe despite inhaling so much. His arms and legs were starting to feel numb, even his scars was starting to feel painful. He knew what was about to happen, he knew what was going on but ending the stream now would be terrible. Just needed to finish this scene and he can end it-

“You’re so silly, dear. Of course it isn’t. Get that questions out of your head. He’s an asshole, get over it.”

Click

“Do you think it’s my fault?”

Sal stared at the screen for a moment, his room felt cold and small, he felt overwhelmed yet he felt nothing at the same time.

The fresh, wet, smell of rain was suddenly brought into his mind and his father’s voice echoed in his ears “Goddammit, Sal! She’s dead! She’s not coming back!”

Something was wrong. So wrong. Sal tried to click the mouse again but his finger couldn’t move — “Your mother— Sal what happened, how did this happen?!”

A tear dropped from his eyes as he remembered the smell of blood and booze from the floor. Hospital walls were filled with his anxiety, doubts and fear of seeing his own mother dead on the hospital bed. What was worse was that he was the reason why she was there.

Sal’s mother. Why, wait , wait… why was she there? His mother— his mom was the who screamed for his name, chased him and protected him from something- something he could not remember but he knew what it was. He knew , he knew what happened, he just— “Sal, baby come back- NO!”

The floor, walls and ceiling began to change as his webcam kept rolling and the chat kept coming. His ears, his face, his legs became so numb he can’t feel them anymore. But his eye was still working and he caught a glimpse of messages coming up on his monitor screen yet he couldn’t understand them. It looked gibberish or blurry, Sal was not sure anymore. None of it went through his mind, all he could see was his dark room, clock ticking and his laptop shining bright light on his face as he tried to keep his breath and hands steady. Sal remembered the time when his father was in the kitchen, mumbling about something while he opened another bottle of beer. It was his father’s sixth beer, third week since his mother’s death, and the third time since his stomach began rumbling due to hunger.

He was scared. The sound, the smell, and the sight of beers terrified him. His father wasn’t bad, Sal knew that ever since he was a kid, he just wanted his father back.

Suddenly he felt something on his leg, tugging on his pants like it wanted his attention. Sal tried to ignore it as much as possible, his mind still wanted to remember what his mom looked like, he couldn’t let himself forget what she looked or sounded like. He owe her that after everything she had done for him and what he—

Meow

“Gizmo?”

Sal tried to fix his breathing, his mind was foggy and his head hurts but still managed to pick up his cute little fuzzy friend who helped him in his darkest time. Because of him, his mind began to clear up and his chest felt less painful than before. “I’m here, I’m here. I’m good, just.. had a moment there.” His scars still hurt but now Sal was able to put his attention back to the game. His eyes wandered to the chat who was concerned about what happened but he decided not to talk about it, not today, not tomorrow. Eventually, the stream had to end.

[lavender-twilight23]

I just finished watching Thunderbolts* for the FIFTH time, and it once again hit me just how masterfully this movie is done.

Usually when I see a movie in theaters that I love and I go see it again, very often in the second watch, I start to feel the parts where it drags, the jokes stop being funny, etc. Meaning that when the novelty wears off, I start to see some of the glaring flaws (usually pacing, comedy, overall plot) that the hype or excitement had kept from reaching me.

But goddamn, Thunderbolts* is just SO GOOD. Even in the FIFTH watch, there is not a single second where I’m thinking, “Okay, get on with it, hurry up,” nothing like that. I know every single story beat, I know all the jokes, I know what scene comes after each one, there aren’t many surprises anymore, and yet every single second is GOLDEN.

GODDAMMIT THIS MOVIE IS AMAZINNGGGGG

gonna watch it again tomorrow with a friend 🫡🫡🫡

[nightcatssketchbook]

Ohhhh I just finished TLOVM Season 3 and I have Thoughts and No One To Share Them To so…

(Don’t expect any continuity with these btw I’m just typing as I think of them)

We got teased. With mussed up hair Percy. So much. What could have been goddammit…

Oghhhh Vax. You make me so sad brother I love you

Pike!!! I fucking love you girl

Grog!!! I fucking love you man

Cassandra SWORD FIGHTING a dragon?? Holy shit no one else is that badass

ALLURA AND KIMAAAAA they made me care about you guys so quickly

They were all so happy in Scanlan’s chateaux I literally thought it wasn’t real for a second. Good for them, good for them

The bath scene 😭😭

When Pike healed Percy and you could see his facial features reforming under the cloth?? That was such a genius and unsettling way to imply his body had already rotted so much goddam

VAX NOOOOOOOOO AUGHH

I have not watched the original campaign (the format is just not conducive to my attention span sadly) but I have heard a lot of stuff and I am sad there isn’t as much bonding between the members—BUT I totally understand the constraints the writers have, writing for a TV show audience. That said I’m sad I’m missing out on the Keyleth-Percy bonding, it feels like Keyleth is so unsupported platonically in the show

BADASS KEYLETH YOU GO GIRL

Wait I forgot what formed the black orb thingem

Oh yeah Percy kept his fucking glasses on the whole time they were fucking. That made me laugh

Vex with her hair down is very pretty!

Thank you to Vex and Vax’s father for pulling through my god

I do wish the injuries and battle damage could be a little more consistent? In their impact? Like it was hard to tell what would actually finish off the dragons y’know. Or like Vax getting shot twice in the Ripley fight but it doesn’t affect the way he moves. Idk

Okay Phil Bourassa slayed with the Zerxus design

Okay these story board artists do love coughing up blood though huh

Also Keyleth, Vax, Grog, and Pike have all gotten little character design changes these seasons… can we please get that for Vex and Percy? At least untuck that man’s vest by god (I have no qualms with Scanlan’s design)

Okay will I probably have more thoughts later? Yes. There is no second statement that’s just a fact

[weafurry]

YAYY YIPPEE HII/silly

(Sorry I didn't get to this till now it was late when I saw the ask and I didn't wanna answer it while I was half asleep. Also apparently tumblr doesn't let you edit asks anymore?? )

Leaving this under a cut tho cuz I know this shit will get LONG

ANYWAYS. The. Big one related to that™ post came from a combination of me wondering how the FUCK Cedric got the yellow phosphor needed to rebuild proto + consequences of the revival of characters my beloved

And uh. Yea any yellow phosphor he does end up getting his hands on I. DOUBT WOULD BE ENOUGH.

So uh. Proto being rebuilt with less yellow phosphor then is probably even remotely adviseable and that causing a whole ton of issues™ . And Cedric not even knowing cuz of the whole just. Scanning the blueprints in.

Also this is proto we're talking about here. There's no fucking way he'd tell anyone until shit got BAD.

LEMME JUST. Screenshots from when I was brainrotting over this in my first OneShot fixation

And yea. The author probably would have had yellow phosphor stored in the lab somewhere just incase. (Esp with the head canon that. Proto predicted his own death a long time ago cuz. Prophet moment. And. Told the author and the prophet but never cedric and rue cuz everytime he went to he would get another vision of them trying to intervene and things only going worse)

BUT. since I want my angst goddammit. That part of the lab collapsed first and while Cedric was abled to salvage some yellow phosphor it ends up not being enough.

BUT LIKE. YEA. the way I always imagined Cedric and Rue actually finding out is. One of those moments where a bunch of errors and shit happens . Happens when him Cedric and Rue are walking in the refuge. And this one's bad enough that he can't just metaphorically grit his teeth through it like the other times this has happened in public. Once it's over Cedric and Rue are reasonably extremely concerned and. Fuckin rush him to the lab to try and see if there something they can do to fix this.

AND UH. That segways into another little detail of this headcanon. BECAUSE. he let this go on for so long with the damage all the errors and malfunctions overtime have caused. It probably would just be better to rebuild him and reuse the yellow phosphor they already have. BUT UH. since the situation around him being rebuilt made it so stressful the first time around, he. REALLY doesn't wanna do that again. I have. Such a vivid idea of a scene in my head for that. They're like. Talking with kip. And shes like halfway through saying the word rebuild and. She doesn't even get to finish he just cuts her off.

So what they end up doing is, in the meantime, using red phosphor to prevent any further damage until they can go to the barrens to get blue phosphor so said phosphor won't have to be replaced as often.

I ACTUALLY. made a dumb little chart of how. I imagined them looking different a few days ago

I imagine that. Actually having a normal level of phosphor would. Definitely HELP. But. There would still be some issues partially because it's not one uniform type of phosphor and partially because of the damage the issues caused. And you couldnt pry this headcanon out of my cold dead hands. Consequences of the revival of characters go brrrrrrr

AND THEN UH. Don't get me started on the night terrors as a result of the whole squares thing headcanons.

that whole thing. Came from me going. "do robots still need sleep?" and ultimately deciding yes when i came up with the other headcanon that. only tamed robots dream.

When I made this headcanon I actually hadnt played solstice in a while, and for some reason I always remembered it as, him handing Niko the disk while the lower half of his body was already in the squares. which. no he actually hands it to them while the squares are directly behind him BUT. I still choose to remember it that way HSHSH. anyways uh. Important and related to this headcanon. He remembers what that feels likeeee. and hes probably the only oneee because in the solstice ending everyone only sayss they remember the squares surrounding themm not actually touching themmm and even robots who have gotten caught in them and liveed probably dont rememberrr especially since most of them arent tameddd and uhh even if he only remembers the beginning of ittt hes probably really good at filling in the gapss with the whole prophet thingg (thanks @malwarechips for that last idea/silly)

ANYWAYS UHm. so the whole. tamed robots dreaming thing right. HIM. having night terrors about the fucking squares.

I always imagined it as like. about a week after solstice, once things are starting to calm down and return to normal, one night cedric and rue wake up to proto just fuckin screaming at the top of his (metaphorical) lungs. And. they fuckin burst into his room to him tossing and turning in his sleep and then fucking jolting awake. and like.this keeps happening like. practically every other night. he's losing sleep over this shit. Which probably isn't helping all the other issues from the whole phosphor ordeal which he still hasn't told Cedric or Rue about at this point. And I mean. I doubt the nightmares would be restricted to just. in the mines. cuz dreams are weird like that esp when traumas involved AND UH. With the whole prophet thing. That. PROBABLY WOULDNT MIX WELL. (once again thanks eve for that last part/silly)

(On a lighter note I did have the thought of Cedric and Rue sleeping in his room one night and him actually finally getting a good nights sleep and thus that just. Becoming routine for them. The thing about my angsty headcanons is 99% of the time there's hurt/comfort potential in there)

I DO HAVE. some more lighthearted not angsty headcanons, but i wanna save most of those for their own posts cuz theyre small enough that i can actually draw them and finish them.

I will say one more though. this one is 100% projection but *points at proto* chronic migraines

[whichuniverseisthis]

It's THAT chapter. Beware of spoilers!

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Chapter 17 / Chapter 433

At this point point I won't analyze anything anymore, I'll just point out stupid stuff like her "Hooray!" over her completely serious face.

I still find amazing that "time", "space" and "matter" were already listed as Pryce's, Lance's and Giovanni's objectives back in the GSC arc, when the fourth gen games didn't even exist yet. I don't know how long did it take for Johto to finish its run, but I highly doubt it ended anywhere after 2005.

My favorite part of these two in the manga is that Volkner isn't depressed, he's just a piece of shit who likes to make fun of others. And they totally did stuff together.

A little bit of Pearl appreciation who can understand Giratina's movements right away. I would be terrified at the idea of challenging that thing.

This is the part where I say: oh no. Actually, the protagonist of the book I'm reading does exactly this, which is a pretty funny coincidence.

Dia, no, go back, Dia-

Goddammit. Yes, I'm putting this entire scene, fuck you.

This is the part where my heart broke in a thousand pieces all over again. Pearl only wants to hear Dia joke so badly. He wants to see the life in him. He just wants to have fun with him. This is the part where you remember they're just kids, not even strong trainers like Red or Green. And yet they're forced to fight and basically die.

Knowing what comes after, the characterization they gave Regigigas is so cool. A Pokémon that was asked to keep the peace, and following the instruction to the bitter end.

[eclipsedrawsthings]

Alrighty I finished so let me just type my nerdy analysis through my tears

First off, I went in knowing this was a tragedy (unlike my poor partner, who got smacked over the head with the ending), and this granted me the ability to See The Foreshadowing. Man this show uses the structure of tragedies well.

We are entering the nerd zone. Final warning. I am about to bring up Shakespeare.

In Romeo and Juliet, there’s a specific tipping point that changes the play from a comedy (in the Shakespearean sense) to a tragedy—Mercutio’s death about halfway through act three. After Mercutio dies, there’s no hope for a happy ending; the dominos are in motion and there’s no way to stop it.

Shorter is Mercutio. After he dies, there’s no way to have a happy ending. Heck, he even dies at about the same point in the story—roughly halfway through!

Speaking of Shorter’s death, it’s a perfect example of a tragic scene: one small change could have changed the outcome, but there’s no way of knowing of it would be for the better or for the worse. What would’ve happened if Ash had shot him in the arm or the shoulder, instead of the heart? Maybe it would have stopped him, at least long enough for another solution to come to light, but maybe it wouldn’t have! Maybe he would’ve grabbed the knife in his other hand and killed Eiji—Ash only had one bullet. Maybe the outcome we got, as heartbreaking as it was, was the best possible outcome!

I can’t stop turning the scene in my head, tugging on all the threads to see if anything could have been different, but at the same time… Shorter was already dead the moment he got dosed with Banana Fish. (Another very well-done scene by the way—extremely visceral, especially for someone like me who’s squicked out by needles.)

Moving on from Shorter, Ash and Eiji’s relationship is done fantastically. It’s so easy to imagine them together and happy a few years down the line, partly because they already seem like they’ve been together for years. I love all of the scenes of their morning banter—they’re so full of this feeling of “I love this person so much but goddammit do they know exactly how to get on my nerves” that I love in fictional couples because it’s so real. It’s Han Solo and Princess Leia, it’s Miracle Max and Valerie, it’s my mom and my dad.

And I love the way Ash grows as a character, and how it ties into his relationship with Eiji. Just—the way Eiji meets Ash at his lowest and sees something in him worth loving, which in turn makes Ash want to prove him right—it’s the way loving and being loved by someone makes you want to be better, so you can be the person they see when they look at you.

And the fact that they work so well together makes the ending hurt all the worse. If you’ll excuse my quoting The Princess Bride: “You truly love each other, so you might have been truly happy. Not one couple in a century has that chance.”

Switching gears to the art style—there was something about it that was tugging on my brain, and about four episodes in I realized what it was: stylistically, it looks vintage. If you slapped a noise filter over it and maybe changed how the eyes are rendered, Banana Fish would look like it came from the same era as AKIRA. Based on my vary vague knowledge of AKIRA (I read the first volume of the manga, didn’t particularly like it and understood very little of what was going on 😅) I have to wonder if that was deliberate, since my vague understanding is that AKIRA’s plot also involves shadowy organizations and super soldier drugs.

Not really sure how to end this ramble… basically my thesis statement is that this show hurts you by coming so close to a happy ending that was never actually in reach. Also, as cool as the art style is, it makes it a pain for me personally to try and draw these characters, since my own style is very different XD

Peace out, I’m gonna try and stop crying before I have to leave for work ✌️

[tobiasdrake]

Well, chief. I guess this is it. Thanks for everything, and I'll see you aro-- Oh, we aren't finished yet.

Goddammit.

Hypothetically speaking, if you were going to be alone with a man who might try to kill you, what size of knife would you carry on your person and where would you stash it? Asking for a friend.

Are you, though? You know in a Saturday Morning Cartoon when the adult guardian goes, "The plot is happening but YOU will go to your room and behave yourself. You will NOT slip out and go do the thing."

But this is like episode 87 and we all know they're going to slip out and go do the thing anyway so, really, saying this is just a formality at this point?

That's your level of authority, Yakou. Thank you so much for saving my life from my terrible mistakes last chapter; Anyways, back to doing the things that got me in trouble in the first place!

I'll write him a note and leave it in Halara's hotel room, along with an IOU formally requesting that they deliver it to Yakou upon confirmation of my death.

I obviously won't be able to pay the IOU but at this point I'm pretty sure Halara only cares about the optics of charging money.

Kurumi, I took you to meet my dangerous, ambiguous wildcard contact. There's a 50/50 chance he's going to tie you to a chair and dangle you over a vat of acid before all is said and done. We are well past the point where something as innocuous as worry is inappropriate.

OH THANK GOD. Of Death. Literally. Thank you for finally ending this awkward quasi-farewell, Shinigami.

We're running out of good ideas to escape from this sub. This is one step above pointing behind Yakou and shouting, "LOOK, A FALSE LEAD!" then bolting when he turns around.

Because then it will spoil. The best kinds of evidence have an expiration date!

Yuma finally proving that abandoning all pretense and bailing at the speed of feet is, and always has been, a viable option for dodging Yakou's paper-thin attempts at professional responsibility.

Sorry, man, but you-

HAHAHAHA OKAY, Yuma made me laugh but I was unprepared for Kurumi to then also bolt out the door. XD Run, guys! Yakou looks like he maxes out at a shamble! A brisk jogging pace should do!

To be fair, she does not work here. It'd be uncomfortable for her to stick around someone else's workspace without her one and only connection to this place.

Sorry, Yakou. As hard as you're going to kiss her ass, Kurumi is not interested in becoming your intern. She's here for Yuma. And she is as much of a troublemaker.

HOLY SHIT YOU GODDAMN VAMPIRE

I legit did not turn the camera to check the fireplace. He may have been here for this entire scene thus far.

I KNOW RIGHT!? We need to put a bell on him. Wait, no, bell only chimes when you move. ...one of those perpetual motion clicky ball sets that managers have on their desk to make them look important. He can wear it around his neck.

You heard as much as Yakou, man. Yuma was super cryptic and then fled.

*sigh* Okay, what's Desuhiko pulling this time, Vivia? Is the pale blue blink supposed to be Fubuki? But then the storm would be... him getting the shit kicked out of him....

Ugh, I don't have time for his shenanigans, I have a trap to go die in.

For a man who was all gung-ho about box cutting my throat out, you sure don't seem to be in any rush to do it. I think Vivia used up all of his energy trying to stand up dramatically.

How are you going to feel if I die before you have a chance to kill me, Vivia? Can you live with that regret? Or... I guess, since you want to die someday, maybe not being able to live with that regret would be a good thing.

I guess. Keep doing what you're doing and hope for the worst, my guy. Power of positive thinking!

[dark-twist-fairytales]

(Victoria and Clayton did spend two weeks with each other, they also do have things in common)

A small bonding scene that happened on the ship in the stowaway au (my brain is full of ideas since I finished the prologue and this is a small scene from it,)

Clayton is being affectionate with Emmy, her having just hugged him tightly after he gave her a journal.

Victoria sits watching all this, her mind asking questions. "why wasn't father like that?", her inner voice reprimanding her for even wishing for such familial affection. "You're why his wife is dead, reap what you sowed for your sins".

"...Miss Isaacs?" Claytons voice brings her out of her thoughts. She'd been quiet and he'd called her name a few times already. Hes about to ask more when he looks down at her hands and has to hold in a small gasp "your hands... they're bleeding."

Victoria is confused until she feels a stinging pain from her hands. She hadn't realised how hard she'd been clutching her beads and the spikes had cut into her flesh.

Clayton stumbles out a few words before quickly looking into his case.

He then asks for her hands and she obliges, feeling as Clayton gently holds and cleans her wounds. This feeling, this parental love is something shes never experienced before.

Clayton finishes wrapping her hands and makes sure they're secure before letting go.

When Emmy asks if Victoria is okay and shes clearly not believing her, Clayton quickly tries to change the subject, not wanting her to speak about something shes not comfortable with.

These three have a fun dynamic.

AwuahgGAHVJBHBAS my heart- It hurts in the best way-

These three, I want to squeeze them so tightly. Victoria deserves parental loveeeeee, goddammit. Just the amount of gentleness and care, trying to keep a poker face but dammit, it's hard when Clayton is mindlessly talking to fill the silence. The same way as he's seen him do when fixing Emmy's hair.

It fills her heart. It makes her feel nauseous. She wants more. She wants to shove him away. She loves it as much as she hates it.

[friskrisdreemurr]

Passion

Neggie/Negan Smith x Maggie Rhee || Rated: E || Words: 2.7 || CW: Canon-Typical Violence

Summary: Alternate take on the fight scene in S1E6 of Dead City; Negan and Maggie's fight takes a steamy turn.

A/N: Hi. Me again with yet another neggie fight scene smut fic. I watched the final episode a few days ago the day it came out on AMC+ and it ruined me emotionally (in a good way) so I needed to write some smut to ease myself. I had been so excited for this fight scene ever since I heard about it and it was just as intense and erotic as I dreamed it would be so of course I had to write this lmao.

Anyways, enjoy! :]

AO3 || FF.net || ↓

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"Goddammit Maggie, we don't have to do this," Negan tried reasoning with Maggie as she approached him in a threatening manner, knife in hand. Currently they were at a shipyard and were suspended many feet in the air on nothing but a wooden plank on some steel beams with dozens of walkers growling underneath them. When Negan had realized that Maggie was planning to betray him and hand him over to The Croat for her son in return, she attacked him, hoping to subdue him so that she could deliver him. Instead of fully fighting back, he stunned her, threw her down to the ground and ran away, and that's how they ended up in this situation. He didn't mean to get them stuck here but it was the only place to go and he really didn't want to fight her, which is why he's trying to talk her down.

Maggie was hellbent on finishing what she started. There was a part of her that was starting to feel guilty about planning to betray Negan and hand him over to The Croat but she was desperate to get her son back. She ignored Negan's request, instead opting to try slashing him with her knife again. Negan dodged her blows and grabbed her, kneed her in the stomach, and shoved her to the ground again like he did earlier. She almost fell off the ledge into the pit of walkers, which sent a bolt of fear through her and put a pit in Negan's stomach, but she managed to pull herself up before he could even move to help her. She slowly moved to stand up and when she did, she still had the same fire in her eyes that said she wanted to attack him.

"Stop… Stop!" Negan pleaded with her. He really didn't want to hurt her but she was making this difficult. If she didn't stand down, this was possibly going to end with one of or both of them dead and he didn't want that. Maggie realized this too but at this moment, she was too concerned with getting her son back to care. She yet again ignored Negan and raised her knife towards him, aiming to stab him in the shoulder. He grabbed her arm, stopping the blade from making contact with him but before he could dodge it, she used her other hand to push his arm away and went to stab him again, this time succeeding.

"Ahh!" Negan yelled out in pain as the blade sunk into his shoulder. In a sudden moment of rage at the attack, he slapped her hand off the handle of the knife and kicked her in the stomach hard enough to send her flying off the side of the ledge and down onto a bunch of old supplies that were covered by a tarp. Maggie landed on her back with a loud thud and without hesitation, Negan pulled the knife out of his shoulder and jumped down onto the same thing she landed on right as she rolled off onto the barge full of various crates and barrels they had ended up on, coughing as she tried to catch her breath from the impact knocking the wind out of her.

Maggie sat up and when she saw that Negan was coming at her, she began scooting backwards to get away. She quickly stood up and removed her backpack for better agility. Negan noticed what she was doing and followed suit, removing his backpack as well. Maggie grabbed the other knife she had in her holster, and raised her arm to stab at Negan again but before she could, he managed to grab her arm and pull her close to him, using his other hand to press his knife against her throat. Maggie gasped and froze in place at being subdued. "Drop it," Negan growled in her ear, referring to the knife still in her hand. Maggie gulped and let out a shaky breath, reaching up to grab at his arm that was holding the knife with her other hand. He was so close to her that his gravelly voice had trickled right into her ear and she could feel his breath on her face as he spoke. She swore his nose briefly brushed against her cheek by accident as well. His body was pressed against hers as he held her still, his grip on her arm tight. Maggie felt a surge of heat flow through her at the realization of how close they were and a small whimper escaped her throat.

What the fuck is wrong with you?! Maggie scolded herself in her head. Here she was being threatened with a knife to her throat by her husband's murderer and she was getting turned on? Maggie mentally slapped herself. She would never confess to it out loud but she had started becoming attracted to Negan. She doesn't know if it was because she had no one else or if she was just finally going insane but for whatever reason, she's drawn to him. She hates herself for it on a normal day but especially during a moment like this.

Negan noticed the noise she made and his face briefly softened in confusion. He then noticed that her face was red as if she was blushing and that she was breathing very heavily. Is she aroused? As soon as the thought entered his mind, he realized how silly it was. He was trying to ignore it but being this close to her was affecting him. He'd always been attracted to her but he knew she would never feel the same about him. No, there's no way, he reminded himself. He shook those thoughts away and focused back on her, realizing that she hadn't responded to him.

"I said drop it, Maggie," Negan warned her again. Maggie snapped out of her thoughts at hearing his voice again. She contemplated her options for a moment before quickly leaning away from him as she yanked her arm out of his hold and smacked the knife out of his hand with her other hand. She backed up a little, getting ready to attack again, before Negan ran up and shoved her up against one of the large crates around them. The impact caused her to drop her knife as well and when Negan noticed, he kicked it away from them. Negan grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the crate.

Maggie instantly began struggling to get out of his hold but to no avail. "Stop it, Maggie, stop, I don't want to fight you…" he kept repeating to try calming her down. She didn't listen and continued to squirm until one lift of her hips met his and she felt something hard. Negan groaned and Maggie instantly froze in shock. She looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of concern and… Lust.

"You… Are you… You sick fuck," Maggie spat out in anger. Why she was mad at him when she was feeling the same thing, she didn't know, but she was. Negan squinted at her, seemingly studying her appearance. He suddenly pressed his hips into hers, causing her to let out a faint moan, and he smirked, realizing that his suspicions from earlier were actually correct.

"Me? I'm the sick fuck? You were the one practically creaming your pants when you had a knife to your throat," he teased her. A wave of embarrassment washed over Maggie knowing that he was right and she looked away from him. "It's okay, darlin', we all have our kinks… I certainly enjoyed it too."

She looked back at him and saw his shit-eating grin at his own remark. "Fuck you," she said. She tried putting some venom behind her words but it ended up coming out more like a whimper as she was still all worked up. She didn't want to let him know that though.

Unfortunately for her, he noticed the arousal in her tone. "If you insist." He dared to try something that very well might get her to kill him once and for all. He released one of her wrists and moved his hand down to cup her groin. He pressed his palm up against where he guessed her clit was and she let out a gasp. When she didn't object, he undid the belt and buttons on her pants and reached his hand inside under her panties. His fingers teased through the curls there before finding her heat and she was already dripping.

"Hmm, so wet for me already," Negan hummed in approval. He pressed a finger against her clit and she let out a whimper. He started rubbing her clit in circles and Maggie was panting at the contact, her arousal building further. "It's a shame that you were planning on handing me over to The Croat, Maggie," Negan began speaking as he moved his hand down further, finding her entrance and entering a finger into her. He began thrusting into her and Maggie whimpered. When she seemed ready, which didn't take long as she was already so worked up, he added another finger and Maggie moaned in approval. "We could've done it, we could've saved Hershel together. You and I, we get shit done." He changed the position of the thrusts of his fingers inside her until he hit a spot that had her moan loudly. "Fuck," she gasped out. "But you're so god. damn. stubborn," he punctuated each word with a thrust of his fingers on that same spot, making Maggie whimper, before continuing his normal pace. "That you still can't let the past go. And you shouldn't." He continued to hit that spot inside her as he pleasured her, driving her crazy. Maggie was moaning continuously now, the pressure building inside her. "But fuck, Maggie, you and me, we make one hell of a badass team." For some reason, those words are what pushed her over the edge. She moaned out and her wetness seeped out all over Negan's hand as she came. Negan smirked. "But I think you already know that." He leaned in and kissed her once she came down from her high. She did know that he was right but she couldn't admit it, not even to herself.

Negan pulled away from her lips to look at her. He let go of her wrist and removed his fingers from her. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and began licking and sucking her juices from them. He moaned at the sweet taste of her and another surge of heat spread through Maggie as she watched him taste her. Maggie suddenly pulled his hand from his mouth and grabbed him by his shirt, crashing her lips onto his. Negan moaned and when his mouth opened, Maggie took the opportunity to snake her tongue in his mouth. Negan quickly caught on and moved his tongue with hers, tasting her. They frantically explored each other's mouths, unable to get enough of each other.

Maggie moved her hand down to the front of Negan's pants feeling the bulge there. She squeezed him through his clothes and Negan moaned. Negan pulled away from the kiss and looked around the area briefly before grabbing onto the back of her shirt and maneuvering her to where he wanted her. He bent her over a different smaller crate and pulled her pants and underwear down around her ankles. He unbuckled his own belt and pulled his own pants and underwear down as well. He stroked his cock a few times, spreading his pre-cum over himself, before lining himself up with her entrance. He pushed into her to the hilt and both of them moaned in unison. Her pussy clenched around him, the feeling of being so full after going so long without someone felt so good. She was so hot and tight around him, the feeling was driving Negan crazy but he let her adjust to him for a moment before he pulled out and thrust back in. They both moaned again at the feeling. Negan started at a slow pace before building up to a faster one.

"Fuck, Maggie, you're so fucking tight," he moaned out. "If I had known how fucking good your pussy would feel around my dick, I probably would've tried getting into your pants sooner." Maggie whimpered at that. Negan moved the hair on the back of her neck aside and leaned down over her back to kiss the back of her neck. He nipped at her skin and Maggie subconsciously tipped her head to the side, exposing the side of her neck. Negan moved to that area, latching onto the skin there and sucking, marking her. Maggie moaned at the feeling. She began trying to move her hips in time with his thrusts as best as she could from the position she was in but she couldn't get much leverage.

"Ah, Negan… More, please," she begged. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for, and she felt embarrassed for even begging him of all people, but she knew she needed something. Negan moved to stand up straight again and grabbed onto her hips. He adjusted the angle of his trusts until Maggie made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a gasp and a whimper, letting him know he'd found her sweet spot again. He moaned himself at hearing that sound and began fucking her faster than before. Besides the waves of the water around them and the snarling of the walkers behind them, all that could be heard was their moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Maggie clawed at the crate as Negan fucked her mercilessly. She was moaning consistently and getting closer to her release with every thrust of his cock inside her. "Don't stop," she whimpered. Negan reached a hand under her and found her clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves, and that was the last push she needed to go over the edge. Maggie moaned loudly as she came, her pussy spasming around Negan's cock as he fucked her through her orgasm. Negan moaned loudly and a surge of heat pulsed through him at the feeling, sight and sound of her coming undone. "Oh fuck, good girl," he panted out. Another spasm and wave of pleasure washed through Maggie at his praise.

After she finished, he pulled his hand away from her clit and put it back on her hip. He began moaning continuously and his thrusts started becoming erratic as he chased his own release. The feeling of her was better than Negan could have ever imagined. Maybe it was because he had been lusting after her for longer than he cared to admit, but every thrust into her was heavenly. Maggie purposely clenched her muscles down on him and it pushed him over the edge. Negan let out a drawn out moan as he came inside of her, filling her up.

They stayed where they were for a moment to catch their breath and come down from their highs when all of a sudden they heard voices and noises that sounded like people approaching. Maggie looked back at Negan and they shared a look of non-verbal communication, knowing that the other was thinking the same thing. The Croat is here. Negan pulled out of her and they scrambled to get their pants and underwear back up. They did so just in time when the group of people arrived where they were, with The Croat being among them just like they thought he would.

Maggie quickly grabbed one of the knives that was forgotten on the ground and put it up against Negan's throat. He looked at her and he seemed amused that she was still going along with her plan but there was also a feeling of sadness in his eyes at her betrayal as well. The guilt that Maggie had been pushing down resurfaced but she kept the knife on him. She knew that she had to continue with her plan even if it was shameful for her. Almost as shameful as the mark on her neck and the cum leaking out of her into her panties.

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A/N: I had to change and rearrange some of the dialogue from the ep to fit with what I wanted to write, I hope it still works/makes sense. Also sorry if there's any mistakes, I wrote this mostly on little to no sleep.

Anyways, thank you for reading! <3

[ddazzlingblds]

A due analysis of Funny Bone:

(WARNING FOR A POST DENSE OF IMAGES. I AM UNSTOPPABLE)

First of all, the heartwarming thing that everybody in the tavern seems to know Sampo- even with a silly coat he snagged somewhere on. How everyone aknowledges him, even if it's just a nod or a smile or even just laughing at his antics like this dude. We're starting nicely.

Ok but like,,,,, Sampo's friend being somewhat worried/reluctant to drink the Masked Fool's concotion until Sampo encourages her? Fucking cute? It shows a glimpse in how this group seems to be tight! Moving on-

I see what you did here.

The fact that both his weapons and what seems to be a prototype of his shoulder guard apparently come from the Belobog treasure chambers? Yo...

And then comes the juicy part: the group gets discovered and clobbers the guards. But-

🧍 Yo... the guards, just like. Killed them? Bro, they just killed everyone except Sampo, who was knocked out with a punch by a guard. That's brutal, and I wasn't expecting the Silvermane guards to just do that. Mostly because the scene abruptly changes to the Masked Fools ass-kicking them ( without killing them, it seems ) to the guards just... doing that. Yo.

Oof. How younger Sampo was clearly doubting his entire belief after this up until his dying friend found something to laugh at even in her death hurt a bit. She essentially just pushes him back fully + sends him further down the Elation path..............

The fact that he was smiling due to finding the humor in the situation- yet he was absolutely seething. Pure, unadulterated murderous rage due to the same situation that gives him humor.

This transition was not only fire, but also funny as fuck. SURPRISE SAMPO PROP HUNT- no but I may make this into an headcanon because that's way too funny.

When he's just this side of unhinged it makes me feel tingly. This is very diverse from his younger self, and I'll tackle this appropriately- but that funny little kiss on the IPC dude's helmet shows that Sampo is in control, and still acting like a buffoon. That's terrifying.

Somehow him having grown doesn't diminish how unhinged his younger self is in his anger: in the first screen, he staggers to avoid a Silvermane guard's lance, and while he's finding purchase again he almost falls into the abyss below. And after finding his balance, he makes this little, creepy laugh that doesn't have a sound, but shakes his shoulders. In his grief, Sampo is an animal. He fights to harm and is completely guided by elation and anger.

And now for my second favorite moment of this video:

THE PARALLELS.

Younger Sampo holding his blades forward in order to hurt and cause more damage, driven by anger-

And a much older, much more mature Sampo, holding his blades backwards to give his movements much more elegance.

I conclude this massive screaming essay with my favorite screenshot of all the video: this one. Where Sampo has just finished kicking the IPC's ass in the most clownical way possible- this face, half shadowed and threatening, comes after he just laughs like the most affable fellow in Belobog.

And then, after bowing, he makes the sucker who he just kicked out of the tavern explode.

This video singlehandedly re-awakened my Sampo muse. I have said anything that I wanted to say but suffice to say that GODDAMMIT EVER SINCE MAX PASSED ME THIS VIDEO I HAVE BEEN HYPERFIXATING. FUCK-

[noahtally-famous]

td 2023 s2 ep1 spoilers below the cut

(okay so I have not finished s1 but I know the general gist of what happens through mutuals posts and just the td tag lmaoo. maybe later I will actually sit down and watch the whole thing, but that time is not now.)

moving onto my thoughts of s2...

AHHHHHHHH idk how else to explain it but I absolutely LOVED the episode, and honestly I have a feeling I'll love this season, simply bc everyone is so great!!

heck even ripper and chase were tolerable, like, there weren't any fart jokes or anything, it was great!

MKULIA SWEEP???? HELL FREAKING YEAH idc if it's a friendship/alliance, I'm living in my world where they're toxic yuri

Caleb getting some much-needed character development??? I'm SO here for it, and the stuff mentioned during the episode def fits the kinda vibe I have going for him, so that's even better!! (potential caleb & emma friendship??? they can bond over kittens and of caleb being emotionally mature)

also his reactions to the team choosing was gold, I can't wait to see what A-Game he's gonna bring. I'm hoping he doesn't become a version of justin--I just want him to want to be a useful teammate and person for his team/friends/competitors and want to win as well. no overly crazy 'tda justin' villanry pls?? (I mean, I won't be averse to it if it does end up happening, but it'd be cool if things changed up this time around)

CHEMMA BROKE UP THANK FRICKING GOD, our prayers have been answered!! please please PLEASE have them stay broken up

raj & wayne on the same team again!! I was not expecting that tbh, but I'm curious to see where this goes

rajbow is so adorable, like bowie not even letting chris finish before he immediately picks raj first for his team is so 🥹

ngl chase is still a dumbass but now that chemma is out of the way, I mean it affectionately, I can't bring myself to hate any of the characters and that trend isn't going to stop here. that moment when he ran at granny hatchet and bowie was like "I don't believe it, I think he's gonna make it" like that scene was insane

damien is amazing as always, no words need to be said. manifesting a final two involving him

NICHELLE. FUCKING NICHELLE. GOD I CANNOT ARTICULATE HOW MUCH I ADORE HER HERE!! saving the best for last goddammit, I love her so so so so much, omfg the way she slayed the challenge, pls I'm so hyped for her character development this season, I can't wait for the other contestants to eat their words abt her

axel trying to 'be nice' ("i'm a work in progress" yes you are but you're doing amazing) but acting like an ass to ripper is something I live for. "I'm not following you, we're running in the same direction!" LMAOOOO

the fact that priya doesn't hold any resentment toward her parents still irks me, but I still love her character and I'm excited to see what's in store for her

GRANNY HATCHET SLAYED, 'NUFF SAID

I'm still hoping for some axelle content, but I'm more than happy with the mkulia servings we got

I'm lowkey interested in scary girl's change of character. I feel like this wont be the last we see of her--will she be like an amy and swim back to the island to enact revenge? or will she be like ezekiel and live on the island in secret? or will she be a secret third thing? I sure as heck don't know but I can't wait to find out!! her parting words def seem ominous enough to imply something

speaking of, scary girl's change of character and when she talked abt how she became "normal" everyone's reactions were sending me lmaooo

bowie going "you're never right" to chase but is the one to choose chase on his team, like yes dude frrr that frenemy whiplash was wack lmaoo I love it

same with bowie choosing julia, like yes we love to see two manipulative competitive strategists banding together

on a different note, I wonder what will come of bowie and emma's friendship from s1 and how that broke apart. maybe they could rekindle it in s2? hmmm

zee and their suitcase of sodas 😭

"she's an animal" OKAY MK TONE IT DOWN (pls don't, actually pls continue doing it) YOU'RE NOT HELPING MY MKULIA CASE HERE

millie being priya's first pick >>>

"what strategy? you just stop and run, it's not rocket surgery" 😭 I used to dislike ripper, but if he continues on like this, that opinion will def change. it's only been the first episode and I already don't dislike him anymore so-

MORE MKULIA P L E A S E IM HOPING

chris is still 'tdi chris' aka the b e s t chris imo, and I'm here for it!! also chef and chris's dynamic is still spot-on

in conclusion, im so very excited for what this season will bring!! in case you didn't realize, I LOVED the first episode!