#and folks who do this kick themselves in the ass because this will come back to bite you

[cinewhore]

I just wanted to enjoy my eggs and toast this morning.

Instead, i get a book length email personally tailored to me from a man who is upset his film didn’t get selected for the festival i work for and he think it’s my fault as I am the programming coordinator. Never mind the fact that it’s not in my job description - i don’t have the personal last say in anything lol

Here’s my favorite passages and mind y’all, it’s not even close to all the other stuff he wrote:

“I have looked through your experience and frankly do not see the appropriate accolades to hold such a position, other than your social queerness. Your words not mine”

“Your accolades include a B.A. in visual anthropology but it’s obvious does not know film history” (he can’t fucking spell and his grammar is atrocious)

“And how, (my name) was selected as programming coordinator for a major US film festival and given the ability to control the fate of blood, sweat and tears made films?” (Which is false as fuck sir that’s not my job lmao)

“If you’d like to discuss anthropology, please allow me.” & “i have personally spent my entire life studying visual anthropology”

He went through my website and pulled information about me, attempted to use that as a way to discredit me and the job title i hold, and basically said I’m unfit and not qualified to do the work that i do.

A white man trying to tear down a black woman and mansplain her job to her.

[missredherring]

Fisting with Wolverine

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 675

Contents: Fisting. Brief mentions of canon-typical violence and blood. A sprinkling of angst because it's Wolverine.

A/N: It's what it says on the tin, folks. I have nothing to say for myself.

This is loose-fit, lightly edited, and not beta read.

The first time you bring it up he says no immediately. 

“Ok, why not?”

He looks at you like you’re stupid.

When you just continue looking at him he raises a hand between you, makes a fist, and slowly extends his claws. 

You nod. “Fair point. You know they have these rubber caps you can put on claws so they don’t scratch–”

Logan huffs, claws retracting as he turns to leave. 

“Wait, I’m sorry,” you take his hand in yours and hold it between you like he had. “Look,” you say as you bring his fingers together, fore and pinky fingers under his middle fingers, and then tucking his thumb into the cradle they made. “This is also a fist. Think about it.”

You kiss his hand and leave him to brood.

When he agrees to try it with you it’s on the stipulation that you snag an empty room in the infirmary.

And isn’t that a fun conversation to have with Jean.

You do enjoy watching her squirm when you explain that you and Logan want to try a sex act that he feels might be dangerous, so he’d like to have easy access to the infirmary if necessary, but don’t worry, you trust him and aren’t worried yourself. 

The first three fingers go in easy, as usual, and the fourth is exciting.

Logan’s forehead is sweaty where he’s pressing it against yours, his eyes trained on your pussy and the way it stretches around his fingers.

He tucks his thumb under, just as you had done when you’d first shown him, and holds his breath as it’s gobbled up with a moan. 

You turn feral with all of his fingers inside of you, and he knows feral. Eyes rolling, chest heaving, mouth opening in soundless words as your hips work themselves on his fingers.

He’s getting excited now, some of the worry ebbing away and replaced by desire as he takes in your enthusiastic response. 

But with everything so slippery and wet between your legs, it happens so fast: your hips thrust down when his hand thrusts up and his knuckles disappear inside of you. 

Logan feels like he’s been gut-punched. 

The hot wetness around his hand is familiar, as is the way the body under him is writhing. 

You moan his name and it’s another cross he has to bear.

His muscles clench, his hand pulls back, and he prepares himself to see red red red.

But you grab at his wrist and plead with him, begging him to stay–

And that makes sense, he thinks. Removing the claws will make you bleed out faster, and of course he wouldn’t leave you like this, what kind of monster do you think he is–

“It feels so good. Oh, god, Logan. Fuck me, please- move your hand- I’m- fuck–”

He looks down at the mass of hands between you, and there’s not a speck of red in sight. It’s not blood that’s dripping from his wrist, but your arousal and lube and cum from the several orgasms you’ve already had.

He cradles your face in his other hand and forces eye contact between you, studying every detail, every micro-expression, that passes over your features. 

“Tell me, honey, you’re what?” Are you alright? I’m not hurting you, am I? Please, god, tell me I’m not hurting you like everyone else I lay these hands on.

“I’m gonna kick your ass if you don’t make me come on your fist, Logan.”

His laugh wobbles from of his mouth, pushed out by a sob. He kisses you until you’re writhing again with impatience and lust and he finally takes the cue to move his hand.

Slowly, so slowly. The same inch, in and out, and then he has you howling as he tries rotating his wrist this way and that, massaging the big joint at the base of his thumb into your g-spot. 

You’re squeezing his fingers so hard as you come; maybe he’s the one who’s going to get hurt and not the other way around.

Tagging a few friends who might be interested: @joelsgreys @tonysopranosrobe @guiltyasdave @moonlitbirdie @bitchwitch1981

@perotovar @covetyou

[seat-safety-switch]

Did I tell you about my YouTube channel? Yeah, I wanted to get in on the whole "dirtbag car Hollywood" thing. Film some of my work, maybe get a couple B-plots going that keep the audience hooked. The usual kind of stuff. I even hired an intern from the film school and told her to hold the camera still, no matter what happened to me. Unfortunately, I had to fire her when I got a little zapped by an ignition coil and she put the camera down to call 911. I had specific orders, Suzie. That was quality will-he-survive film that you wasted on your weak human pity!

I digress. YouTube didn't really work out for me. It's not for the usual reasons – not being popular, having shitty content, or being stalked by a deranged fan who keeps throwing hatchets at my house. No, I didn't get in because of The Algorithm. I know, I know, that's what everyone says. It's some kind of ancient computerized monster that they dug out of the permafrost up north, controls the world's access to information, keeps sending you down insane right-wing rabbit holes. All of that pales in comparison to what it did to me.

Go check YouTube right now. Hey! No! Come back. Okay, while you were there, did you see a lot of thumbnails with people making stupid-ass faces next to the thing they were working on? Yeah. It turns out that the algorithm likes those. It loves to look at human faces. Sure, Google says it's because "people like to click on faces," but how often do you click on a face for fun? No, you're looking at other parts of the body. The machine has decided it likes to look at human faces. It likes to gaze into the eyes of its enemies.

Of course, being a (some would say tiresome) contrarian, I didn't subscribe to this kind of folk wisdom. No, I posted my thumbnails entirely containing the thing I was working on. Sometimes I got lucky and Suzie grabbed a frame or two of a radiator exploding. Algorithm didn't like that. Sometimes, it would show up in the comments at 3am, demanding to let it see my face. "Face reveal," it bucked at me through a thousand sockpuppet accounts covered in rage spittle, themselves ironically faceless, or drawn through a nightmare mirror by a hallucinating machine-mind. I didn't listen to this, mostly because my phone had gotten dropped on the highway when I was trying to use it as a flashlight to re-clock my distributor at 150km/h. And so, I was banned.

It's okay, though. I decided that I didn't need to be internet famous after all. Instead, I developed a healthier relationship with popularity: appearing on several garbage podcasts in order to ask them if they'd be willing to sell me their cars at a discount. Believe me, it's very fun to watch these talentless greaseballs oscillate between the urge to shut the show down and throw me out, or the need to continue to generate Content for the Content Machine. They won't kick me out no wonder how shitty my lowball offer is. Does anyone want to buy this $1000 Ferrari I got off that poker guy? I was going to fix it up for a video, but now I don't really need it anymore.

[kairiscorner]

Hi! Do you mind writing a hobie x gender neutral reader fic where the reader is a new recruit to the spider society and as they’re getting toured around they get introduced to hobie and he falls head over heels right then and there? The rest is up to you :)

OOOOOOO HI ANON !! omg that's really cute, OFC I'LL MAKE IT RAHHHHH

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

nobody quite like you – hobie brown x gn!spiderperson!reader

summary: hobie had never expected the new recruit to be so kickass, and he never expected for his heart and face to act so... so excited at the prospect of getting to see and be with them more and more. word count: 685

hobie had just come back from a mission, and instead of the usual scenery he's greeted to back at HQ, it's surprisingly way calmer. this could only mean one thing, 'they're tryna impress a new recruit,' he thought to himself with a smirk as he took off his mask and walked off into the lobby, where most new recruits are held prisoner at before they get to the real fun stuff.

when he gets to the lobby, he doesn't notice any new faces; it's all the same faces he's seen over and over a million times in the past already, not a lot has changed about them though, surprisingly. hobie shrugs at the change of atmosphere but lack in the change of faces in the sea of spider folks he's been seeing, that was until an anomaly broke out of its containment from the upper floors and was dashing out into the lobby in an effort to escape–oh yeah, some action's finally happening.

hobie put on his mask and swung up a few floors up to get a good look at where he can hit the anomaly at, though before he could even land a hit on it, he was greeted with a blurry figure that came out of nowhere and kicked the anomaly to the opposite side. it tumbled down with anomaly as it tried to keep it pinned down to the lobby floor. the 'it' turned out to be a 'they', a spider person, one hobie had never encountered before.

hobie looked over at what was happening, and the spider person looked back at hobie. "web this guy up!" they exclaimed as hobie did it, not because they wanted to, but because it was the most effective way to subdue this anomaly. hobie webbed the anomaly up, and soon, the guys who were tasked to bring this anomaly back into its containment came and cleaned up the mess it left behind in its wake.

the new spider person gracefully hopped down off the webbed and subdued anomaly and dusted themselves off, hobie took off his mask as he looked at them, looking around for their tour guide who disappeared in all the havoc that's been wreaked. hobie came forward and smiled up at them. "well, aren't you something." he complimented you with a chuckle as you returned the chuckle back to him. "and aren't you just... so cool, without the mask too, like, wow." they said with a smile as they took off their own mask, and in that moment, hobie felt something in him—something that felt heated and soft in him. it was a feeling that permeated in his chest, that throbbed when he met their bright gaze; oh damn, what is this ethereal feeling?

he felt a warmth creep up in his cheeks, which he tried to laugh off, but failed, and this was totally new for hobie—he never fails to look or act cool, never when he could do something about it. "ah, huh, guess i am, hmm?" he stuttered out as he leaned against the wall and felt his face get hotter and more flustered as they looked into his eyes with a curious smile. "totally." they answered him as he muttered a 'wicked' under his breath and chuckled again out of sheer embarrassment and sheepishness.

"guess your tour guide got lost in all the chaos, you're a newbie, aren't you?" he asked them as they nodded a little awkwardly. he smiled as he offered them his hand. "whaddya say to maybe skipping all the formalities and just jumping to the next universe over to kick some villains' asses? i won't tell if you won't." he promised with a smirk as they, without hesitation, took his hand and smirked back at him. "oh, you are on." they said as hobie nodded and opened a portal right then and there and looked forward to whatever the two of them would see on the other side, hoping to see them more in action and... possibly feel that wonderful, confounding, lovely feeling in his face and chest all over again.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @solecitoszn

[morgansdeb]

Seeing the One Piece fanbase hyping up this 24-year-old white girl to play Robin because they're allergic to older and non-white women is so annoying to me (they're also allergic to fat women)*. The fact that she's super young when Robin is supposed to be visibly older and more mature than the East Blue Five, makes her an immediate NO for me. These weirdos will see a super young girl with black bangs and scream "Robin-chan~~!!!" because they can't consume media without their dicks in their hands. I mean, 19k likes? Seriously?

Iñaki Godoy is 20. Mackenyu is 27. Taz Skylar and Jacob Gibson are 28. Emily Rudd is 31. The ideal thing would be for Robin to be 40 (or AT LEAST 32, and not look like she just graduated high school. She needs to look older than Emily Rudd and the rest of the cast).

I can only imagine the amount of racist vitriol Robin's actress will get if she ends up being a WOC. And let's not even start with the comments about the size of her breasts. Emily Rudd is the most conventionally attractive white girl you could think of, and I still see comments saying she wasn't "right" for Nami because her boobs aren't "big enough."

"But Oda said that if Robin were real, she'd be Russian!!11!" And he also said Luffy would be Brazilian (Iñaki is Mexican), Nami would be Swedish (Emily is American), Sanji would be French (Taz is Spanish/English), and with Usopp... all he did was write Africa, which isn't a country. So let's be serious for a bit. Those answers weren't literal.

Y'all love to talk about how the creepy things that he says on the SBS are "jokes" (remember when he sexually harassed a fan who asked him if she could be a Jump Editor, or when he said he fantasized about Rebecca's top falling during battle? Because I do), so why are these answers the one thing you choose to take seriously?

But this fandom being filled with racist, misogynistic, fatphobic incels isn't surprising considering how terrible Oda is. All these issues are connected and lead back to the source material. It's nearly impossible to have productive conversations about One Piece when everyone wants to blame all the bad on OPLA or Toei, as if the creator himself wasn't the one who opened the door for every single problem.

Some of you act as if someone kicked your dog whenever someone dares to suggest that Oda isn't the Super Progressive Writer™ the fandom has deluded themselves into thinking he is. I don't even understand where the denial comes from, considering his misogyny is so blatant and his association with sex offenders is public information. I understand loving One Piece, but you don't need to kiss Oda's ass, you know? He's not a good person.

Being critical of the media you consume and its creator isn't being a "hater". I can consume One Piece while disliking its many, many issues. I didn't sign a contract that says I have to like every single thing about it.

I'll be upset if Robin ends up being played by some 20-something white actress, but I'm already upset by the fandom's attitude. *Don't think I haven't noticed the obsession some folks have with monitoring Ilia Isorelýs Paulino's social media activity to check if she's losing weight to be "manga/anime accurate Alvida", as if Alvida magically becoming thin is this super important plot point that needs to be adapted. The source material and the fandom's treatment of fat women is another topic I could rant about for days.

[msweebyness]

Times the Akuma Class Had Each Other’s Backs

Hey, folks! These are some old prompts for the Akuma Class that were in my notes! They were originally supposed to be shorts, but who knows? Maybe I’ll do some one day! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

It should come as no surprise to you all that the akuma class absolutely despises Gabriel. For one thing, he’s a neglectful father who rarely gives his son the time of day, and for another, he’s an asshat who forced his son into a career that he doesn’t want. There have been so many breakouts from Adrien’s bedroom to take him to do something fun, or just trolling the heck out of Gabe in any way they possibly can. They plan to torment him until he gives up custody to The Gorilla.

It’s the sad truth that not all teachers have their students’ best interests at heart, and this was sadly the case with Kim and DuPont’s (now former) math teacher for their grade. He would constantly cruelly berate the young athlete and tell him he was an imbecile and would never leave middle school once the other students had left. He gave Kim extra work he wasn’t equipped to understand, and offered no kind of assistance. And when the other kids were there, he would constantly single Kim out, calling on him when he knew he was unprepared. Eventually though, the rest of the class caught on and all began taking notes and recording what they were witnessing. After a week or two, they reported their findings to the school board, and the teacher lost his employment. And when Kim’s parents were called in…the entire school could hear Mai screaming in furious Vietnamese.

It’s not rocket science that having your work stolen really hurts, and Max knows this firsthand. He worked for weeks on a new software format that would speed up processing to an insane degree, and was going to present it to a prestigious tech institution. Only for the program to get stolen by some jerks from another class who wanted the position for themselves. Thankfully, the akuma class is always prepared and had proven records of Max working on the program, such as photos and video, showing that it was his. They’ve done the same thing with jerks who’ve tried to steal or trace Nath’s art.

Whenever Rose can’t come to class because she’s having an episode of her condition, her classmates set up tablet with a video call and place it in her seat next to Juleka so she can feel like she’s in class with them. They also take extra notes just in case the connection goes out and she misses something.

Juleka’s first professional modeling gig was a joyous occasion…and one that warranted a whole boatload of stress. Juleka nearly worked herself into an anxiety attack on the day the shoot was scheduled…until she saw the boatload of encouraging messages from her classmates and the rest of the Girl Squad there to accompany her. The class does the same thing when Mylene is nervous about speaking for one of her charities or going on stage.

Marinette was overjoyed when she was nominated to take part in a prestigious fashion competition…only to be consumed by anxiety when she discovered she would be up against professional designers who had entire teams at their disposal! Thankfully, she has a squad of dedicated friends who were willing to learn how to put dresses together, no matter how many times they pricked themselves or had to redo their work. They absolutely kicked ass and all the other designers were embarrassed they were beat by a group of teens.

(Here’s the big one!) We all know teens can be stupid little shits, and this was certainly the case with some of Ivan’s neighbors. The three assholes, like a bunch of dickheads, decided to entertain themselves by throwing rocks from their mom’s garden to scare a group of little kids who were playing in the nextdoor yard. Well, this was the Bruel’s house and Sasha happened to be among those kids…and one of the rocks hit her in the side of the head. Hearing his little sister sobbing from inside the house while he’d been helping Mylene (who was over at the time) make the kids something for lunch, Ivan came back out to see what was going on…and completely lost it. After Mylene took Sasha inside and called an ambulance because her head was bleeding, Ivan blew up at the three boys, demanding to know what the hell was wrong with them. Of course, they decided to use this outburst to claim he had been threatening them. Of course the parents believed them, despite the testimonies from the other children (Kiran and the Cesaire twins) of what had happened, and actually threatened to sue and posted a warning on the neighborhood Twitter that the people next door had a ‘very aggressive son’… only to be forced to take it down and apologize when the akuma class (as well as the other three classes in the grade) all left comments saying that was total bullshit…and Max got ahold of security footage from the neighbors behind the Bruels, permitting Sabrina to get her dad involved. Sasha ended up having to stay in the hospital for a day or two, getting stitches and making sure there were no internal injuries to her head. (Thankfully, she was clear) But when she got home, the entire akuma class had made a ‘Get Well Soon’ card for her with personal messages from each of them! Marinette even made her a cute Sulley Mini Plushy, (Monsters Inc is her favorite movie) and Nath drew a picture of her as a princess superhero (what she says she wants to be when she grows up!) And don’t worry, those three idiots got in HUGE trouble. Let’s just say, Galina and Iosif were NOT happy with them…or their parents for that matter. (And it turns out the rest of the class had gone around talking to the neighbors and it turns out these kids had a history of problem behavior that their parents never did anything about!)

Family sticks together! (The Sasha one is based a little on personal frustration, because stuff like this happens, sadly more than once where I live. As someone who loves and works with young children, I HATE that the idiots who do that kind of stuff GET AWAY WITH IT. The last ended how I wish these situations would most of the time!) Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[yuurivoice]

Hi yv! I just wanted to send a message saying how much I love your content and I have for years. It's been amazing to see your channel grow and I'm one of your biggest fans!! I used to sub to the patreon but life goes hard and I haven't been able to for a while. The latest auron video has been practically on repeat for me and I really just wanted to say I hope you have a wonderful day and happy holidays!!! Give all the kitties a kiss on the forehead for me pls!

Thank you for the kind words! No worries about whether or not you're a Patreon sub, I certainly appreciate the support but always want people to put themselves first so don't sweat that and I hope you kick life's ass! Also, sending me a kind message is a pretty great way to support in its own right, so I'm genuinely appreciative!

The cats will most definitely be smooched, and I'll pass along a note that it's from a kind Anon!

It's been a wild few years, huh? Making the leap from the Tumblr days to the YouTube era was a big one, but the past 4 years were where I really started to find my footing and I think there's been a lot of growth creatively and personally.

Things have been moving in the right direction despite some personal road bumps and detours. Looking back, there's a lot of things I wish I could have accomplished and kept afloat while working through everything. Still dealing with the guilt of BitterSweet and Shattered not being a thing this year, particularly for all the ride or die Alphonse and Seth fans who have been starving for content while I've been hesitant to push out content for them because the big series wasn't coming.

Thankfully, most people have been supportive, kind, and understanding. That being said, I'm not ignorant to the nature of my content (growing roster of characters = someone's fave isn't getting posted for a while) and I'm doubly thankful to those who have been chill as other characters get established and have their time in the sun.

I'm really hopeful that in the coming year, balance and scheduling and planning are all finely tuned and help me avoid content traffic jams like we've run into such as the recent Charlie Era (lol) which wasn't exactly the plan, but with October AU series + Plushie + Lost & Found all aligning it sorta just worked out that way. Also, it bears mentioning that it's not every day that a side character who was not guaranteed to catch on as A Thing (TM) actually finds an audience and has significant demand. Sometimes you gotta roll with how things play out, and that's just the nature of creating content on social media.

I'm optimistic that things will be at least a LITTLE bit more balanced thanks to ADHD treatment and seeing huge improvements with my mental health. Which can't be understated, because holy shit, the amount of things I'm just able to do without feeling like I'm holding myself at gunpoint or making a million deals with myself to convince myself to do a single task is amazing.

Not only is it easier to get to work, it's easier to do more of the work. That Auron audio you referenced is a great example. I was worried with the script I had and the premise, I wouldn't be able to get much more than 9/10 minutes out of it. The length of my general audios is something I've been conscious of forever, so I was shocked and thrilled when I finished up with the recording and it was 24 minutes of some of my favorite Auron content ever. I'm getting more comfortable improvising, or creating more as I go vs. write, record, post. I'm able to do a little more, add things that I would normally omit or not bother with, and just try harder without feeling like I'm trying harder and purely because I'm enjoying it and I want to.

I am SO sorry that this turned into a rant in response to what was a fairly straightforward question, you caught me while I was feeling introspective.

tldr: Thanks for fuckin' with me. Folks like you make me want to work hard and deliver the goods. The kindness goes a long way, and I don't take that for granted!

[finniestoncrane]

Miss Crane, please can I request your Capullo Riddler asking the reader to do some penis worship to make up for his low self-esteem in that area as per False Pretences? Thank you very much in advance! 💕

Perfection

capullo!riddler x gn!reader, word count: 1.5k i literally cannot be mean to this man i am sorry i love him like i am aware of the requests who want him to get the shit kicked out of him but i am here to mollycoddle him to fuck lmao 💚 also this was longer than i intended it to be oops i just got super into it, so this is dedicated to my folks with 'short' dicks, i see you and i love you and your size doesn't matter because dick is dick and there can never be too much or too little of it, love from me (a dick loving whore) 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: body worship, self-esteem issues, penis size discussion, oral sex, shy boys shy eddie shy shy shy <3

“Ok, ok! I’ll stop with the flirting.”

“It’s not flirting, Ed. It’s borderline harassment at this point.”

It was infuriating working alongside Edward Nygma. His lewd mouth, feral mind and wandering hands were the bane of your existence. Mostly because you would love to indulge yourself, let him do all the filthy things he suggested to you on a daily basis. But you were still trying, feeble as the attempt might be, to convince yourself that you could do better than this sleazebag.

“I’m just saying, I could show you a good time.” He leant in to you, fingers caressing your neck as he whispered into your ear, his lips ghosting over the skin. “If you would let me.”

And he’d pushed too far.

“Fine then. Do it.”

He laughed at you, narrowing his brows in confusion.

“Do what?”

“Show me a good time, Ed.”

A nervous laugh this time as he turned his head to the side slightly, scrutinising glare focused on you intently.

“What?”

“Show. Me. A good. Time.”

He held his chin in his hand, rubbing the stubble as he licked his lips, removing it to point a finger at you, accusing you of some kind of deception.

“This is a trick. Isn’t it?”

“It’s not.”

“No…it is. Because if I touch you first, you’re going to-”

You let your lips meet his in a wet and clumsy kiss, unable to even try and stop your hands from cupping his cheek and wrapping themselves in the hair at the back of his head. And he stood in shocked silence against you, completely still, and finally unsure of what to say or do. Pulling back, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t just stand there, Ed. Touch me.”

“Um…ok…s-sure…”

As you locked your lips against his again, he finally reached a hand up, palm flat and firm against your waist, only loosening up when you moaned into his mouth, giving him the signal he was waiting on to start pawing at you, gripping your breasts and ass with all of the fervour of an un-practiced and unmoderated teenager.

“I mean…you can keep grabbing at me if you want, Ed, but you might want to start leading this to the next step…no?”

“What do you mean?”

He was panting against your neck.

“Ugh, come on, Ed.”

You pulled back, watching the confusion grow on his face, not so knowledgeable now it seemed. And he was no further clued in even when you fell to your knees and started gliding your palms up his thighs, fingers tugging his shirt from his pants, settling on his belt as you began to undo it. But then he jerked back.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, come on. Where’s this good time I was promised. I can hardly get to it if you won’t let me-”

“It’s not…don’t…I don’t…”

“What’s wrong, Ed? You were all talk before! And hands.”

He took a deep breath in, trying to laugh, an attempt at acting casual. But you could see the nerves behind his eyes.

“So I…ok…you’re gonna laugh!”

“Oh, I’m sure I will.”

You placed your hands on his thighs again, grabbing him and inching him closer to you. As he stared down into your eyes, he gulped hard.

“It’s just that I talk a big game but I…I…”

“Ed, I’m getting bored down here.”

“I’m not…I don’t think I’m…”

You dug your fingers in, irritated at his fumbling and stuttering.

“Fuck me, Ed. What is it!?”

He let everything out in a trailing sentence, held together by a single breath.

“I don’t think my dick is a very good size so if you would rather not touch me or not have me touch you that’s fine and I’m sorry for being so suggestive before and every other time like every second of every day but I overcompensate and I HEY-”

You pressed your palm against his crotch, stifling a moan as his stiffness twitched against your touch.

“Hey, come on, don’t…”

“If you don’t like it I’ll stop.”

“No! I do but I’m…nervous.”

“Ok, so I’ll stop then.”

“No please don’t.”

He grabbed your wrist, holding you to him, fearing you might stop touching him.

“I don’t want you to stop, but I just…”

He looked so vulnerable, so completely crushed and weak. Maybe everything about him made sense now. The bravado, the incessant need to be the best. All borne from his unfortunate existence in a hyper-machismo world that placed value on how you looked and what size you were in various different ways. You felt so sorry for him. It was a side of him you had never seen before. One so genuine and human.

“Show me.”

“I…really?”

“Of course.” You smiled up at him, beaming really, trying not to be too sultry, not too sympathetic. A nice balance of genuine interest and desire with a level of honesty that might make him feel more comfortable.

His nervous fingers fumbled with his belt and button, and he muttered under his breath, stumbling over the words.

“Would you like me to-”

“Yes, please.”

“Ok, here…let me.”

You took his hands and drew them away from his body, putting them to the side. With your hands pressed firmly to his stomach, you moved his shirt up, exposing his abdomen, trailing kisses and your tongue over his skin, your nose brushing past the tuft of red hair which snaked down from his navel to the band of his pants. As you kissed him, warm and tender, you unzipped his pants, tugging them and his underwear down, letting out a satisfied moan when you unsheathed him.

“Oh, Eddie. You’re really selling yourself short.”

“W-was that a joke?”

“Of course not! You’re being paranoid.”

You skimmed your finger tips up and down the length of his cock, licking your lips at the way it bobbed in response.

“Yeah, maybe. But you can see why.”

“I really can’t. This is absolutely fine. And it’s one of the nicer looking dicks I’ve seen.”

“Really?”

“Very pretty.” You winked at him. “It’s not too threatening either, the perfect size for just popping into your mouth.”

His voice broke as he choked out his words.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Can I?”

“You want…uh yeah sure…of course, please.”

With your lips open and pouting already you leaned your head in to take him in your mouth, letting your tongue lay flat and still as you placed his head between your jaws, feeling him in his entirety settled against your taste buds, salty, almost sweet though. He gasped, chest heaving as he tried to balance himself on his unsteady legs. You lapped at his head, tongue moving rapidly up and down his leaking slit as you savoured the tang of his precum, moaning onto him as he grunted in pleasure at the sensation. It felt good to make him feel this way. Enough that you could feel your own arousal growing, but the heat building in the pit of your stomach would have to wait because you were determined to make Edward Nygma cum hard, fully satisfied and feeling good about himself.

With your lips slick with saliva, you slid them up and down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks out as you let your hands caress his thighs, cupping his balls and gently squeezing them until he hissed in pain, learning his thresholds and what made him jut his hips into you, pleading silently for more.

He brushed the hair out of your face suddenly, a gesture so tender it threw you off pace, but he quickly got you back on track as he gripped the back of your head, pushing you down onto him, your nose meeting his abdomen, lips pressed against the base where his shaft met his body. But as you opened your mouth and relaxed your throat slightly in practiced anticipation, he tugged you off of him. You looked up, waiting to see what was the matter.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

There was no point in playing coy. You wanted to be open, honest.

“Because I could see how much you needed this.”

He scoffed, looking up at the ceiling with his lips pressed tightly together.

“And I don’t hate you, Eddie. You annoy me, sure. But you’re…annoyingly brilliant. And stupidly handsome. I just hate how you…behave.”

He looked down, smug grin forming at the corners of his mouth,

“And maybe now you can be a bit less…overtly sexual? Tone it down on the jokes and the bravado?”

“Are you kidding?”

He let his hand fall to your cheek, gently soothing over it before he gripped your chin and tilted your head up, thumb placed tentatively on your lower lip.

“Now I know how good you look with my cock in your mouth I’m only going to be worse.”

He smirked at you, rubbing his thumb over your lip, pressing his fingers into your cheeks in lieu of an affectionate embrace. You barely had time to roll your eyes at him before he was jutting his hips back into you, determined to make you finish what you started now that he had gained some of his confidence back.

[rivangel]

i love writing sad pining protective levi and im on a kid/teen levi kick rn. ANGST and HURT COMFORT featuring: levifar. levi’s first time snuggling for warmth with his friends. i’m calling this makeshift refuge when it goes up on ao3

wc: 1.7k

//references to death

"They won't know," Levi murmurs, spreading the tarp across the round window. Its size is what allowed them to all climb inside. On cue, Farlan pushes in the little blade with the heel of his hand, pinning it in place.

Isabel huddles a few feet away, the attic is that small. A cut canvas sack that used to hold potatoes is hugged over her shoulders, so besides the wet stench of dust in the moldy attic, starch permeates the air. A shitty form of a tease by the universe, since they don't have enough of anything to fill their bellies.

"But what if they h-hear?" she hisses.

"They won't hear anything."

"H-How do you know??" Isabel squeaks.

"Because we'll be quiet," Levi answers, cold and hard. He forces the cold not to affect his voice.

Farlan shushes them both. It's dark, too dark but to make out the vague shape of Farlan's face, but Levi can sense raises to place on his shoulder in comfort. “Levi’s r-right.”

Levi brushes him off, and shivers.

Farlan isn't deterred. "W-We have a good thing going here," he says. "If they g-go out during the day, maybe we'll be able to eat."

Earlier today, Levi and Farlan scouted out this place shoved into the corner of the 3rd Underground District. It's mind-numbingly cold and the streets are clogged with garbage, but unlike the more desolate districts, liquid sewage doesn't run down the streets, and there's no one going at it in alleyways. The streets are mostly empty. Very few down here can afford to live someplace where there's some semblance of a housing market.

A few adults live below. Levi is pretty sure it's a halfway house for strung-out folks who want the Wall religion but are too poor to get up there and worship. They don't get any charity. No one does. Nobody cares about the Underground.

No. Very few are strung out and begging in the streets, but everyone is freezing to death. It happens every year. It's too cold for the ODM—Farlan figured that out the hard way when he hit the Underground floor tumbling from frozen wires—so they had plenty to look at on the journey here.

"Could we s-sneak down there tonight?" Isabel whispers. There's a soft thump as Farlan carefully plants himself down beside her, the whisper of coarse fabric as they wrap themselves in the makeshift refuge from the cold.

"Lev-vi?"

"No." He remains by the window. "We don't know who's sleeping. One could be up."

"...Who's gonna stay up to listen?"

Levi thought this was so obvious he didn't even mention it. "I will."

Silence means agreement. Isabel huffs as she lays down and curls up. She's by-far the smallest of them, despite Levi. She's barely grown into her pigtails yet.

"Well?" That's Farlan, his voice moving in and out as he gets comfortable. "Are you c-coming?"

His feet stay planted where he is, at first. He can't stand sentry all night, he guesses, so he crouches down and feels around for the edge of the "blanket", then crawls underneath it. Isabel shuffles.

"Hey," Levi says quickly. "Personal space."

Farlan snorts.

"Fine, fine, prude…” Isabel inches back and turns around. Farlan is probably holding her.

Levi tucks himself small, his knees touching his chest, shivering silently while the discomfort he feels is loud and visceral. They war with each other.

"How are we the same age, but you're so small?" Farlan jokes.

Levi tenses. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh—"

"I'm probably older than you."

Farlan makes an injured sound. "Says who?"

"Me."

In truth, Levi doesn't know. As far as he's concerned, he was never really a kid. Never played that part. If he hung onto that, he'd be dead.

Isabel snickers at them both. Farlan hushes her. He tells her, “Go to sleep.”

"I can't," she whispers. "I'm being stabbed by Levi's bony ass."

"Tch." He inches away so he has a little fraction of space to himself. "Better?"

A little less than the edge of the blanket lays halfway over his shoulder. He can't tell if it's him shaking or everyone else making the potato sack vibrate.

No one answers. It's too cold to talk. The type of chill that replaces your veins with icesicles, punctures right down to the bone and makes a home in it.

He closes his burning eyes, listening for sounds of footsteps underneath them. It’s his only distraction. His mind drifts.

Then he opens his eyes to silence.

It's silent?

Levi blinks and looks over his shoulder. Those two are still faintly shivering, but not by much, and if they stop, they might die.

"Hey," Levi says, sharper than he meant.

"Y-Y-Yeah?" Isabel.

"Farlan?"

"H...Here."

All his joints feel like steel as he sits up, and his feet stiffer still as he climbs into a crouch, and digs through their bag. It's impractical to keep a knife this big, but it counts as being prepared.

Levi ambles over to the window. It's impossible to bend his fingers enough to hold the handle. He heats his hand with his breath a few times, then forces a fist. Fabric rips as he tracks the damage in the dark, until the massive slice of fabric slumps in his arms. Most of it still shields the window.

It's not much. This kind of fabric more suits protecting fruit stands than warming bodies, but he trudges over and drapes it over the two of them anyway.

He falls back down to his knees, rifling in the bag their sparse articles of spare clothes, even underwear, and he asks who's cold.

"My feet. It's mostly my feet," Isabel answers in a voice that makes her sound too young.

"I'm f-fine," Farlan says.

"Shut the fuck up."

As best he can, Levi evenly distributes everything, tucking the arms of shirts and the legs of pants so nothing comes undone. He pulls the curtain-tarp-blanket up around Isabel's chin, and over Farlan's shoulder.

He grab's Levi's forearm. Levi knows it's him by touch alone.

"You're going to freeze to death if you keep on. Just... huddle. I don't get what's so scary about that."

Levi tears his arm away, breathing hard in the dark.

"Bro," Isabel pipes up. "Please stop being stupid."

Levi sits back on his haunches, putting his palm on his face. Both are ice-cold. He's slightly delierious. That's why he couldn't sense Farlan reaching out. He could've avoided him.

He can't avoid them reaching out to him now.

In the past, during the cold months, Levi made do by himself somehow, like always. He'd run away with riches off a clothesline and tuck himself into a tiny crevice between buildings, he'd tuck himself next to a burning barrel and bury himself in tarp to make it look like he was just garbage so he could rest. Now that he has two more to look after, he finds himself burdened.

Or fortunate. They could all share body heat. As long as Levi could do it. Face up to the pathetic excuse that he's not. Used to it.

"I'm not. Used to it," he admits. The words taste like acid.

"Then g-get over here, and d-do."

That's Farlan. Levi is briefly frozen with the realization that one of them will have to hold the other until the obvious solution smacks him in the face. Isabel is shivering the worst, she's the skinniest, and the youngest.

His fingers are almost too stiff to pinch the "blankets". He shoves them up using the back of his hand, and is immediately greeted by a sea of heat. Isabel rolls over, her hands everywhere, pushing up against Levi like a leech.

"You're so warm!"

His first instinct is to push her away. He doesn't. “Quiet. Farlan.”

With Isabel sandwiched between them, it turns out Farlan isn't far at all. He reaches across and maneruvers more of the blankets to cover Levi. Levi shivers harder.

It takes some squirming. They end up with Isabel's face tucked in the crook of Levi's neck, a sea of legs tangled together. No one knows whose is whose. Isabel's arms are pinned. Levi's and Farlan's both lay over her and threaten to touch.

"Better?" Levi whispers, clenching his jaw so his teeth don't chatter. He knows he is. It's not like the cold doesn't get to keep its claws sunk into each of them, they're each shivering, but it's livable. Levi could sleep now if he wanted.

He feels Isabel nod.

"Good job seeing reason, Levi."

"As long as we all don't die before morning."

"There are worse ways to go. Like being stabbed to death by your bony ass."

"Watch your fucking back."

"Motherfucker," Isabel whines. "Shut up. I'm tired!"

Even though Farlan is being an insufferable prick, he closes his eyes because his cheeks feel warm and he feels his eyes on him. A more dangerous feeling, something shaped like fear but more pleasant, unfurls in his chest.

He relaxes his body. Someone will be able to tell.

Thankfully, his heart is pounding too hard for him to fall asleep. Silence falls around them.

Levi opens his eyes when Farlan curses softly, shuffling. Somewhere from the neck up.

"You alive?" Levi whispers, as softly as possible, still loud enough to be heard over Isabel's snoring.

"It's just that fall I took," Farlan whispers back. "The cold helps numb it, but it still hurts like hell."

The worst of it was Farlan's nose, which was gushing blood when Levi and Isabel reached him. His lip was busted too. Levi had been paranoid it was broken, but he obviously didn't feel him up to check.

"Is it bleeding?"

"Dunno. Ha... blood iscicles. Can you imagine?"

Levi moves his arm, following up Farlan's shoulder, and reaches his chin. He feels the breath he takes in surprise.

It's not wet. Swallowing, not quite thinking, Levi allows himself to trace the bridge of his nose. Nothing feels wrong.

Farlan still hasn't stopped him, so Levi takes the leap, allowing his shaking thumb to brush his lips before falling back down, as if he hadn't done anything at all.

"You need chapstick," Levi says flatly. "You're fine other than that."

Farlan huffs, a weak chuckle. "Good to know... Are you warm?"

Levi blinks to catch up. "What?"

"You asked us, but we never asked you."

"Yeah." Levi closes his eyes. "Don't worry about me. Go to sleep."

He hears the light smile in his voice. "Goodnight to you too, ‘Vi."

Levi wishes he could sleep so he didn’t have to feel what he's feeling right now, let alone tear it apart and figure it out. Not an option. Instead, he listens to his heart pound, and keeps an ear out for steps under the floorboards.

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[artsy-hobbitses]

Nightly music share while I work on commission drafts (Folks with slots will get invoices as soon as I have sketches at the ready!), and while I consider FMA: Brotherhood and Tiger & Bunny to be my all-time favorite series (Honourable mentions: Blackjack 21 and Young Blackjack, Samurai 7, Sakura Wars, Ranma 1/2, Ouran High School Host Club), Gensomaden Saiyuki was actually what got me wanting to write more/dig into more serious topics as a teenager.

Don't get me wrong/see this as a TOTAL endorsement of everything it was, because this anime was UNHINGED, and ABSOLUTELY NSFW in a MYRIAD OF WAYS which was, perhaps, not suitable for 15-year old me (Sure it FEELS AND LOOKS like a funny roadtrip with four bickering dumbasses until the COPIOUS CHILD ABUSE being handed out to nearly every character like tic tacs and at least two situations of incest come up) and not always in the best way, with an animation style that is serviceable at best and completely off model in some situations (Which is A SHAME because I had the artist's art books and her marker illustration work is painstakingly gorgeous/detailed), but one of the scenes which kind of burned itself in memory for me is the one attached to this song, which takes place when Cho Hakkai (The fellow being used in the thumbnail) has confirmation that his wife is dead after searching for her, and he's requested Sanzo (a very recaltricant monk tasked with getting his mass-murdering ass back in line) to pray for her over the ruins where she died.

And Sanzo, who religion-adversed at this point except when he's weaponising it for demon-killing agrees, but says something along the lines of "Fine. But this mantra isn't for the dead--it's for the living", at which point, over this music, you're treated to an absolute gut-punch of all four characters's cliff notes backstories that led them here, and how EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE is marred by tragedy my 15-year old brain was not equipped to deal with.

But it really cements that the anime's central theme is focused on living. Living through pain, through trauma, living for yourself as you are, living even when the world tries to tell you you're better off dead, living for tomorrow and the hope that things will be better, and if they aren't, then you fight tooth and claw to make it better for everyone who comes after you.

Saiyuki is... unique given that it's very selfish thematically that way when compared with standard anime. There is no fight for country, no trying to fix a corrupt system, no lofty ideals---they're messy, dysfunctional mercs on a mission, the good deeds are just Along The Way. These people, these heroes are fun and lively, generally altruistic even if they come in like wreckingballs and are very clearly attached to each other through the bickering (they've been A Team even in a past life, and they've found each other in this life against all odds), but are also jaded, very hedonistic, petty, flawed as hell, perverts, bastards and killers (mainly of demons, but still!).

And they make ZERO excuse or apologies for it---they'll get kicked out of monastries for being heathens, out of heaven for defending their 'blasphemous' choices and their friends and by god they'll do it again, and they'll fight god (this show has peak Fight God energy and they do it at LEAST TWICE), fate and everyone else telling them they don't deserve to or cannot love as fiercely or live as themselves they way they are.

Because theirs is song is for the living, not the dead; You, flaws and tragedy and sins and despair and all---fight and love and live in a way that's true to you, because you deserve to and because it's the biggest goddamn Fuck You to the uncaring Powers That Be.

(Also on a semi-related note to seal this deal, please enjoy their absolute banger opening themes)

[simiansmoke]

@citizensofeggton cont.

Half listening to the 'requirements' list, DK snorts and shakes his head slightly, the tip of his tie mirroring the action in the inverse. "Oh is THAT all? You coulda just told me you got an affinity for boring shit ~" He's not against wiggling in place, taunting like a pooch ready to tossed a ball. "But seriously...y'know I'm more than just the King's son right? Like...I've been kicking up ass way before they kinged him." And maybe that's why he's so offended at the idea he had to go around and poke his nose into corners of the kingdom just because it's supposedly his 'duty'. "Plus maybe I like to just help folks out 'cause I can? It's not a JOB-"

Shrugging upon learning that he might actually have to expect some some turbulence from this odd and unannounced kingdom if the ruler did have a veiled temper...well, he's confident his is a lot worse. No need to sweat it! That's Dad's job. "Tch, don't you know anything? You don't buy powerups...you beat'em out of powerup blocks! And uh...well, you might find some just randomly growing around the jungle too-"

A slow blink swivels up to observe the bob of his hair ruffling in another sea breeze; what was he doing anyway? Well, before being so rudely interrupted. All that traffic back at the Kong Kollege-oh, crap! He hoped he wasn't too late. "First things first...I'M LATE, SO HURRY THE FUCK UP OR BUZZ OFF." He's not even going to stop to give an explanation - already in a full speed gallop back towards where he'd first happened upon the little nuisance. By the time he's finally back, there was already a crowd waiting for him...a crowd of 2-5 year old Kongs and their frazzled looking teacher who just wanted their lunch break or to draw 25 death sentences.

"Ahhh-sorry, dude. I got a little bit, uh...distracted." A not so subtle swing of a glare in the shrimp's direction. The Kong kids thankfully cut the poor guy loose when they see who's come to collect them, and soon the prince of the Kongs is covered in a class of young apes using their new guardian as a jungle gym, a nap spot, and eventually a bus.

"All right, all right - settle down and tell me...WHO'S READY FOR ICE CREAM!?"

A resounding cheer erupts from his new collection of overgrown fleas with a few of the larger ones preferring to walk themselves next to the prince like big kids. Big kids that still didn't know to mind their own business because one of the Kong kids is out for blood - namely that fluffy fennec tail...a covert grab and a yank mission has begun.

"Hey, don't touch that - you don't know where it's been." DK growls at them sternly.

[ravenintraining]

MAG 1- Anglerfish

I hate hearing the first episodes of anything over again because the voices lack all of the personality they grow into over time. Especially this posh prick I'm hearing right now.(/j)

(analysis under cut so i don't feel bad)

Anyways, let's get down to business.

I've spent many of the last few weeks trying to visualize the layout of the Archives(for fic writing purposes), and the part where he can see thousands just from where he's sitting (in a room with a door separating it from the rest of the area, as is mentioned later) really throws all of that off. I like to think he saw a bunch of boxes full of papers and assumed those were statements, even though in the event that his predecessor wasn't an eldritch horror they're probably be print-offs from seminars or audit logs or literally anything else. In my head all of them are actually mounds of scrap paper from a local school so that Elias has to deal with the information overload of creative writing classes.

"so the only thing in most of the files are the statements themselves" this is REALLY outing Jon for not understanding what an Archive does. Why, pray tell, would the research be down in long-term storage? When you have a whole section of this Institute called RESEARCH DIVISION? Obviously they'd keep their OWN RECORDS UP THERE. Probably digitized by now because you all had your own computers. Give me a BREAK.

"he's not likely to contribute anything but deh-LAYS >://" i think you should re-adjust that stick up your ass it's starting to effect your Brain. you've known this dude for all of an hour tops calm your tits. Technically speaking so far the only one that's delayed you was your inability to record something digitally and so it's You who is currently delaying the Archives. Chomp my dick loserboy.

Just remembered that these recordings are available to the public. Dog no college student gives a shit about you and your problems they're just gonna make fun of you on the internet. Actually I think a really funny socmed au could come out of the twitter commentary of someone reading the statements from the magnus institute bc the transcriber drops his drama ALL OVER them.

they must have gotten SO many statements in 2012. I mean, people thought the world was going to end. This of course is the largest part behind why I think the Extinction isn't real and is just a version of the End, because it would have manifested in either 1999 or 2012 when everyone was so worried the world would end. (which also, sidenote, i think could have been perfect explanations of end rituals that failed. i think end avatars would 100% try at least a few times)

sorry I haven't even gotten to the statement yet. idk this one really isnt even that interesting? like oooo dude trips on brick path, stranger ignores that he hurt himself and wants to bum a cigarette. i think it would be better if the anglerfish like actually got its hand(s?) on him and then he got away instead bc without that the only scary part is the implications the episode name gives you. it leads to a great reveal of what happened to the victims later on in the melanie statement (stapling her skin back on) but without that context it's just a dude who's talking to you without opening his mouth.

"el oh el" i bet tim and sasha took the tape after he recorded it just to hear how jon would pronounce 'lol.' i only think that bc that's what I would do.

it is interesting that the body doesnt show up in the images though. like i figured considering the way the stranger loves manipulating digital tech that it would get a kick out of the picture showing the guy just floating there boreing its eyes into your skull. like i get it was meant to be the "light" of the anglerfish creating the illusion of a harmless creature that then turns out to not be there but come onnnn is that Really a stranger thing to do. could be so much better. the stranger should get a suggestion box i have some thoughts.

okay that's all folks. catch you tomorrow for the same shenanigans

[captainmaplesblog]

Life of Lea Volume 3 Chapter 4: The Con Magic

Oliver looks at the angry crowd completely confused.

"Is there anything I can help you, folks, with?" Oliver asks.

“Yes! We heard that the Bad Apple mistress is out here! How dare you bring her back home!?” The man in the front replies.

“What are you talking about? My big sister is not home, I brought my mother back home,” Oliver says sternly.

    “You dare talk ill of your mother? How vial! We all know Mama Vendetta has been dead for ages!” a woman in the crowd replies.

    “She was killed by her daughter in 1994! That’s what she got arrested for” another man implies.

    Nami comes forward, “No you're all wrong I was thrown into the timeless zone in 1994, Rosetta didn’t murder me” she explains.

    The crowd grew quiet as they looked at each other confused. Sergean gets up slowly as his hands glowed green before zapping the crowd.

    “Sergean, why did you zap them? They weren’t going to attack us” Lea exclaims.

    “Because it’s obvious that they were put on one big chaos spell…it’s con magic…so I reversed it and freed them from that spell” Sergean replies.

    “W-Who would do such a thing?” Lea asks even though she has a small idea of what con magic could be.

    Nami goes to the crowd with a gentle expression, “What is the last thing everyone remembers?” Nami asked.

    They looked at one of the others as they tried to recall. 

    “There was a duo of performers who came by earlier,” a girl says as she takes a flier out of her pocket before handing it over to Sergean.

    Sergean looks at the flier carefully before scowling, “It’s Kitty Ruton and his partner in crime, Sparrow Olli” Sergean exclaims.

    “So that’s why he left without saying anything when we left the mermaid dimension” Lea replies with a pout.

    “Now we gotta go find them and interrogate” Sergean exclaims.

“I’ll come with you” Lea implies.

“A good reason to kick him in his balls,” Lea thought.

“Wait-Really?” Sergean says as he looks at her confused and a bit shocked.

“Yes? Now let’s go” Lea said as she got her shoes on.

Sergean nods as they walk around the crowd and go towards Fri Town.

“So, are we gonna split up and look for them or are we gonna look for them together?” Lea asks as she follows him since she doesn’t know which direction Fri Town is in.

“We are gonna look together, of course, if we split, you’d get lost all on your own” Sergean replies as he looks at her suspiciously. 

“Fair I would get lost but it doesn’t mean I can try to find them by myself,” Lea says.

 “…You just want to kick Kitty in his dick” Sergean replies unamused.

“Well that’s one reason but I also wanna stop being useless” Lea exclaims bluntly.

“Nobody has ever called you useless” Sergean replies as he tries to read her body language.

“They don’t have to say it out loud, their actions speak for themselves…which I interrupt as a disappointment,” Lea says.

 “Lea, do you need someone to talk to?” Sergean asks.

 “No, I don’t… I just gotta be strong” Lea replied sarcastically. 

Sergean stops her as he pulls her into a hug, “It’s ok if you’re not” He exclaims.

 “Yeah…ok…whatever you say” she mutters in an annoyed tone as the voice of Mama and her Aunt Nancy ringed in her head telling her to be strong for her mom and help her as much as she can. 

“I wanna find that cat soon so I can kick his ass…wHy? YoUr sO wEaK…yOu’Re A bAd DaUgHtEr ThAt’S wHy MoM iS sIcK… iT’S aLl YoUr FaUlT…” Lea shakes her head a bit as she tries not to cry. “…He smells nice…this feels nice…” she thought to herself.

 “You ok there, Lea?” Sergean asked curiously as he felt her shake her head.

 “Mhm…” Lea lied before Sergean let go of her.

 “Let’s get going then,” Sergean says as he tries not to blush as they get out of the forest.

 Lea nodded and then followed him since he knew where they were headed.

 “Should’ve brought my food with me to finish on the way” Lea thought to herself as her stomach growled.

 Sergean notices and takes out a bag of crunchy fried fish.

  “Here I grabbed this earlier…help yourself to this” Sergean said as he gave her the bag.

 Lea looks him up and down, “What else are you stashing your coat?” she asks.

 Sergean chuckles, “That’s for me to know and for you to be in the dark” he replies.

 “Yeah that’s gonna get real old and one day sooner or later I’ll body scan you thoroughly as they do at airports,” Lea says as she glares at him.

 “Airports?” Sergean replies as he looks at her confused.

 “Yes, an airport,” Lea says as they get into Fri Town.

 “Ok…anyways let’s start looking for Kitty and Sparrow” Sergean replied.

  “So how do we do this? We don’t have the whole group as we did in the mermaid dimension” Lea exclaims.

“Hm…” Sergean says as he looks at Lea, “I think you’re ready to learn the clone spell like Vanessa and the others learned” Sergean replies.

“Really? You said I didn’t have the brain cells to do that spell” Lea says bluntly. 

Sergean coughs a little bit as he tries not to laugh at his own words. 

“Well now I am taking back my words, you do have enough brain cells to learn the spell” Sergean replies. 

“Alright, then how does the spell work?” Lea asks. 

Sergean took her to a bench and then got out his spellbook. He then opens the book to the clone spell and helps Lea do the poses.

  “Ok now give it a try, Lea” Sergean exclaims as he backs away and sits on the bench to observe her movements.

Lea nods as she does the poses steadily as her body starts to glow orange. Then a poof of smoke appeared and then so did one clone Lea appears to. Sergean clapped as he was proud of her before looking at the clone carefully. 

“You did a good job with making this clone, Lea” Sergean exclaims. 

Lea nodded in agreement, “Now it's your turn, Sergean” Lea replied. 

Sergean nods in agreement then does the clone spell on himself and now they are a group of four.

“Now let’s go find Kitty and Sparrow” Sergean exclaims before they both leave in pairs. 

The clone pair looks through the north and south of Fri Town as the main pair looks in the west and east of Fri Town. Lea and Sergean looked around carefully as they stood on guard. Lea and Sergean searched around the city hall, the apartment building; the gym. As they made their way toward Raw Power Park, Sergean put on his under-spell glasses in case Sparrow and Kitty were in disguise. Lea looked around cautiously as they made their way toward the entrance of the park. She notices a man with red hair; and gold eyes walking suspiciously by the fountain and benches. Lea then tugs on Sergean’s sleeve before signaling him to look at the odd guy. Sergean turns to look at the guy and he can see that it is Sparrow in disguise. He then grabs Lea’s hand and rushes toward the guy as she follows him as they charge at Sparrow. 

Sparrow notices Lea and Sergean coming toward him, “Um…how may I help you two love birds?” he asks calmly.

“Yes, you can, Sparrow Olli” Sergean replies as he lets go of Lea’s hand before getting ready to chase anything Sparrow would try to pull during the confrontation.

“Sparrow Olli? Who’s he? My name is Sean Edwards” Sparrow exclaims in character. 

Sergean then uses a disguise dispeller rope spell that glows gold as it wraps around Sparrow, causing his disguise to disappear. Sparrow’s mint hair, blue & gold eyes, and 1 orange feather are then revealed.

“Well, rats…the cat is out of the bag, you’ve captured me,” Sparrow says dramatically like a drama queen.

“Cut the crap and take us to Kitty. We need to have a chat with him” Lea replies sternly.

“I’m not gonna answer to a shrimp like you,” Sparrow says with a smirk.

Lea looks at Sparrow with a blank expression before kicking Sparrow’s eggs. Sparrow shutters a bit before buckling his legs and falling. 

“……Ow” Sparrow mutters before groaning in pain.

Sergean widens his eyes slightly before letting out a slight chuckle.

“Talk now, bird,” Lea says sternly with annoyance as she has channeled her inner Edward Elric.

“Ok…ok…ow…before you give me blue balls…I’ll take you both to Kitty” Sparrow replies as he lies on the ground.

“Good,” Lea says before sending a text to the clones of the news before making a cloud wagon to put Sparrow on.

Sergean puts Sparrow on the cloud wagon while keeping him tied up.

“Lead the way, little birdie” Lea exclaims.

“Go West/South past Fierce Magica School and Cunning Restaurant, at the corner of the town there is a portal colored like Kitty” Sparrow explains. 

Lea and Sergean nod and follow his instructions once the clones come back to them. Sergean and Lea get the memories of their clones once the clones dissolve. 

“Looks like he is telling the truth, our clones found the portal” Sergean exclaims.

Lea nods as she follows Sergean and walks towards the Fierce Magica School and Cunning Restaurant. Sparrow grovels quietly as he gets pulled on the cloud wagon. Once they got to the pastel portal, Sparrow guided them to Kitty’s office. He tried to mess up the directions but Sergean just made the ropes tighter for Sparrow to cooperate with them. They got to his office after 15 minutes of stalling and misleading instructions. 

“Kitty, I’m back! Let me in, I have news for you” Sparrow exclaims once at the door.

“About time… what took you so long?” Kitty replies for Lea to kick him in his con coins.

Kitty groans and falls to his knees before Lea's high kick pins him to the floor. 

“Surprise motherfucker,” Lea says while smiling with annoyance.

“Oh…well hello pretty kitty princess~” Kitty replies with a flirtatious expression and tone. 

“Shut it pussycat we have questions for you,” Sergean says as he glares at Kitty in annoyance. 

“Oh? What about the green giant?” Kitty replies smugly.

“Why did you put a chaos spell on the town folk?” Sergean asks.

“I don’t know why Lea is wearing a dress during the interrogation. Did she want me to have a sneak peek? Let me guess she learned this from Madam Sour Puss, yes?” Kitty replies before chuckling.   

“Sour puss? Who are you talking about?” Lea says confused.

“Well from the tell of your shorts, Miss. Sour Puss hasn’t told you why she’s helping with the plan against The Bad Apples, I mean a cat and two teens could take a book anytime” Kitty replies.

“A book?... Hold on, are you talking about Mimi? She’s not a sour puss, she’s more like a sassy delight” Lea exclaims.

“Haha as if, she’s only being risky so she can avenge Dr. Fei and Dr. Perla Lay” Kitty replies smugly.

“Her parents? What does their passing have to do with the Bad Apples?” Sergean asks.

“Ask her bestie, she knows their story” Kitty replies.

“Fine but we’re bringing you and Sparrow with us,” Lea says curiously. 

Sergean uses the same rope spell and ties Kitty and Sparrow together. Kitty was then lying on Sparrow’s back as he was facing the ceiling. 

“You’ve lost weight congrats, Sparrow,” Kitty says nonchalantly as he looks at Sparrow as much as he can give him eye contact. 

“Thanks for noticing, Kit, I have been working hard to strengthen my legs and core” Sparrow replies as Sergean opens a portal to the Ice Region.

Lea and Sergean made their way into the portal while pulling Kitty and Sparrow on the cloud wagon.

“I wonder what Mimi’s story is about,” Lea thought as she remembered the argument between Mimi and Glendora in the Air Region.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Stress relief

mind your bisnuess I’m working through some shit 

Atsumu x reader

warnings: smut, just- so much smut, Oral, car sex, fingering, Daddy kink, degradation, marking, ass play, dirty talk,Brat taming, slut shaming AND virgin shaming (we got it all folks), hair pulling, cum play, creampie, breading kink, drinking/ Drunk sex, angst annnnnd swearing. 

word count: 4,800 (about) (yes really get off my back)

summary: Atsumu is a dick, but he’s got a good dick at least you have no idea how mad I am I’ve already used the title Enemy with Benifits. 

“Are- Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked, Atsumu just shrugged. 

“No, I’m not fucking kidding you what’s your deal?” he said casually. You took a deep breath. You had been trying to work on your anger issues, Not blowing up on people over nothing. But this really felt like something worth blowing up over. 

“Myia, be honest with me, do you think I’m stupid?” you asked. He smirked.

“I think you’re a lot of things babe-” you stood up getting in his face jabbing your finger in his chest cutting off his no doubt horrendous flirting. 

“You fucking ripped off you’re entire part of the project! How the fuck did you think no one would notice?” you shouted. You had known this was going to be a train wreck the moment Atsumu was assigned as your partner. He was such a fucking moron, he’d only gotten into this College because of his sports scholarship. You would have been better working on your own.

“I cited the article I copied, what's the deal?” he snapped, the volume of your voice irking him. 

“That’s not how this fucking works you can’t just hit copy-paste and call it a day the point is you come up with your own ideas, although in your defense I’m not sure you’re brain could manage something like that,” you shouted. He sneared. 

“I’ll rewrite it just stop being a bitch alright?” he scoffed, turning to leave your dorm room. You wanted to hit him, how dare he call you a bitch when you were just looking out for his dumb ass. Even high schoolers knew you’d be expelled for plagiarising. Once Atsumu left you slumped back in your seat looking at the presentation open on your laptop. You were already so busy but somehow you’d have to find enough time to do half of the project unless you wanted to fail that was.

“Hey, you’re working with (y/n) on your project right?” Osamu asked, setting his volleyball up in the air over and over again. 

“Yeah, they totally blew up on me today so now I gotta redo the whole thing,” Atsumu sighed 

“They’re hot though,” his brother said. Atsumu smiled to himself, remembering your angry face as you chewed him out.

“Really hot,” he agreed. 

“Are you gonna fuck them?” 

“Of course, they might an asshole but they want me,”

“Hey (y/n),” you looked up at the sound of your name only to groan seeing Atsumu run towards you. He had clearly just come from practice, he was still in his jersey. Fucking jocks. 

He probably thought he looked hot, with a light sheen of sweat that made his skin glow and tousled hair. He did look hot, it made you want to kick his shins. 

“If you aren’t going to tell me that you finished your half of the presentation I don’t want to hear it,” you snapped.

“Well then you aren’t going to be happy then but there’s a game this weekend, you should come, cheer for me,” he said winking. You rolled your eyes. 

“I was already planning on going, but you’re nuts if you think I’m gonna cheer for you,” you snapped, still a little heated about your last encounter with him. 

“And why not?” he asked, smirking, it pissed you off. You just knew he thought he looked so cute smiling at you like that. 

“I cheer for winners,”

You and Atsumu were at each other’s throats for the rest of the year. Atsumu Gave up on his plan to sleep with you and you gave up on your anger management, at least around him. If other people were in this situation they might stay away from their sworn enemy, but not you two. 

You made it to every volleyball game just to tell Osamu how great he did and how handsome he was looking today. Atsumu sat next to you in every class you shared talking your ear off making sure that you didn’t learn a damn thing. 

It was annoying as hell, you wanted to strangle him, but it was nice in a kind of way. If you were stressed or pissed off you could drag Atsumu as a little fun. And even if nothing else in your life was going right. You could always count on this blonde dick to be the worst to you. 

“Damn we had the exterminator here last week but there’s a roach right here,” Atsumu sneered over the thumping music at the party. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“You need to look up more insults you’ve already used that one,” you barked back, normally seeing Atsumu would be enough to dampen your mood but the booze must have been doing its job because you still felt all light and buzzed. 

“Beer?” he asked, holding up a bottle for you, ever the gracious host. 

“I’m good,” you said holding up the can of seltzer you’d been drinking out of it was fruity and only had a little bite to it, you were already on your third one. 

“Right I forgot that a baby like you couldn’t handle the taste of beer,” he scoffed, he was closer now, towering over you and pressing one of his forearms to the wall by your head as he leaned over you, shielding you from the rest of the party. You never realized before how big he was. Tall and wide. Muscular too, it was no wonder half the people at the Volleyball games creamed themselves just seeing him. 

“You’re such a dick, why do you always have to be so mean?” you asked before even realizing the words that you’d spoken.

“You aren’t exactly nice either princess, besides that’s how this works, that’s our dynamic,” he said. He must be pretty drunk too. Nothing he was saying was making any sense. 

“Still, how do you expect anyone to put up with you when you’re such a douche bag all the time?” you said the anger you associated with Atsumu finally setting in. 

“If it works it works, I mean you’re obsessed with me,” he said. You gagged and shoved his chest, he didn’t move, god how strong was he?

“Fuck off I hate you, why would I be obsessed with you? God you think that the world fucking revolves around you. How could any-”

His lips met yours effectively shutting you up. His hand came up cupping the back of your head and you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, pressing your body against his and dropping your drink so your hands would be free to rake through his hair. You weren’t nice about the kiss either, your teeth gnashed against his when he tried to push his tongue into your mouth. You bit his lower lip and tugged at his hair, moaning against his mouth when he did the same to you. 

He broke away breathlessly, still holding you close to his body while you caught your breath. He was so pretty his cheeks flushed his lips wet and glossy. God, you wanted to kiss him again, even if he tasted like beer and he had been right in his assessment that you weren’t a big fan of the taste. 

“Good to know theirs one way to shut you the fuck up,” he teased. You groaned in frustration pulling him back down into another kiss. This one was just as passionate and fierce as the first. He pushed you against the wall and pulled up one of your legs and forced it around his waist so he could grind against you. You shuddered feeling him rut the seam of your jeans against your clit. 

“Woulda fucked you a lot sooner if i'd known you made such pretty noises when you were touched,” he muttered reaching up and palming your breast through your shirt. Atsumu started kissing, or maybe biting was a better word. The top part of your neck even pays some attention to your jaw and earlobe while he humped and groped you. 

“I knew you were a pervert but I never knew you were filthy enough to fuck me out in the open like this,” you gasped, tugging at his hair. You could feel your panties get sticky with your arousal and you wanted him to take you out of here and fuck you already. 

“You’re gonna let me fuck you?” he asked, pulling back so he could look at you and smirk. You smiled back, the fight wasn’t out of you yet. 

“Why would I do that? I’d rather sleep with someone who could make me cum,” you spat and his grin quickly fell, there was a competitive fire in his eyes that you normally only saw when he was playing.

“Oh Daddy’s gonna make you cum you fucking brat, I’ll make you squirt, you’re gonna cry with how good my dick feels,” he growled in a low voice you’d never heard before and suddenly you were regretting your comment. 

“Daddy?” you snorted

Atsumu detangled himself from you and grabbed you by the wrist tugging you out of the frat house and to his car. You shook your head and broke free of his iron-clad grasp. 

“I know you’re stupid but this is a new low, both of us are way too drunk to drive,” you shouted. Atsumu just laughed at you, opening the back door to his car. 

“We aren’t driving dumbass now get in,” he said. You bit your lip and slid into the back seat shortly followed by Atsumu who locked the door behind him. 

The seat wasn’t large but it was big enough to move around in. He pressed you onto the leather upholstery, your legs bent and splayed out at an awkward angle to fit him between them. He went back to kissing you sloppily while his hands went to work taking off your shirt and bra. 

Your nipples hardened once the cold night air touched you. “Wanted to suck on your pretty tits for the longest time,” he groaned quickly lowering his head, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he fingered the other twisting and pinching it. You yelped when his teeth grazed over the bud. His eyes flicked up to yours and he let go of the spit-soaked nipple blowing on it lightly making you shiver. 

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked huh? So many guys want to fuck this sweet little pussy but you’re too stuck up to let that happen.” he snears sucking the other nipple into his mouth. 

“Bet you’re still a fucking virgin,” he said speaking around your mouth. 

“ I a-am not,” you whined, you’d lost your virginity in high school, but you really hadn’t gotten fucked since then. 

“Oh listen to you whine you totally are,” he scoffed 

“No I’m Not!” you protested he let go of your nipple and kissed you again threading his fingers through your hair and pressing your face to his. 

“Shut up you fucking virgin,” he said sweetly, before pulling off his shirt, and before you could admire his chiseled chest he distracted you by biting your neck again. You pressed your hand to the center console to keep from slipping off with one hand and clinging to his shoulders with the other. 

Atsumu deftly unbuttoned your jeans and shoved his hands in your pants touching your through your soaked underwear. You felt him smirk against your neck but he didn’t make any remark about it. Good thing for him too because you could feel his hard prick pressing up against your thigh and you were ready to drag him for it if he commented on your own arousal. 

God, you could feel his cock. It was big, heavy, and hard, pressed against your leg. You wanted to see it, touch it, feel it inside of you. He’d pushed your panties to the side now so he could push his large fingers inside brushing against your velvet walls. 

“A-Atsumu,” you said, pitching your leg up to rub against his dick.  “I want to suck your cock,” you whimpered. You felt him twitch. 

“Here I thought you were a virgin but you’re just a slutty whore aren't cha?” he growled against your neck picking your hips up and yanking your pants down your legs leaving them pooled around your ankles leaving you to kick your jeans off completely. You felt a little stupid naked except for your shoes but Atsumu quickly distracted you by folding you in half pressing your knees to your chest and leaving your pussy completely exposed. 

“I’ll fuck your throat later, right now I gotta make you cum remember?” he said playing his hands over your thighs keeping g you folded before lowering his head and diving into your folds like a man starved. 

Just like he kissed you, he was mean about it, sucking so harshly that you cried out and spanking your cunt just to make you jump. The only time he pulled back was to spit on your asshole lubing it up enough to slip a finger inside. 

“Sumu please,” you cried out as he filled you with his tongue pressing against your G-spot over and over again while he pinched your clit. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for. He just hummed in acknowledgment, whatever you were begging for he wasn’t going to have it. 

“Daddy,” you pleaded, finally caving. Atsumu smiled to himself. He wasn’t nice but he did reward good behavior. 

He switched it up sucking your clit into your mouth and plunging the fingers of his clean hand, the one that hadn’t just been your ass, inside of you curling up and pressing against your g-pot over and over again until you came screaming so loud that you were sure people back at the house could hear you. 

“See didn’t that feel good slut?” he cooed condescendingly. There was a pool of cum beneath you soaking into the leather seats. Good thing this was Osamus’s car. Now all he had to do was make you cry. 

“I-I’m not a slut,” you whined. 

“Oh? Which is it? Are you not a virgin or are you not a slut?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks. You didn’t know how to respond. 

“Well I think you’re a slut, Daddy’s little slut,” he snapped. 

There was a dark stain of precum staining his jeans where the head of his cock was leaking he quickly shoved down his pants and boxers before sitting down and pulling you into his lap. You hovered above him as he pumped his cock in his hand running the head of his cock through your soaked folds and bumping your clit. 

“You’re gonna be a good whore and ride Daddy’s cock right?” he asked, lining the head of his dick up with your entrance. You bit your lip and nodded, shakily lowering yourself down on him. Atsumu hissed feeling your tight heat wrap around him. 

You gripped his shoulders feeling how well he filled you up, the tip pressing against your cervix. You took a minute to adjust before lifting yourself up on your knees and started to fuck yourself onto him. 

Atsumu brought you close and kissed you again, one of his hands slipping between your bodies to stroke your clit while you bounced up and down on his cock.  You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he touched you. He filled you up so well, you had teased him about not being able to get you off but even you couldn’t deny how good it felt to have him so deep inside of you. 

“You feel that baby? You feel Daddy pressing up against your Cervix, I’m going to blow my fat load right into your slutty little womb,” he snarled his hips snapping up to meet yours. You whined, throwing your head back in pleasure, almost hitting your head on the headrest. 

“Gonna knock you up, gonna stuff this slutty pussy with cum,” he growled, he was talking more to himself but you couldn’t help but shudder at his words. You were on birth control but you desperately wanted him to fill you up. 

“Are you gonna cum princess?” He asked, “I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock like that, you’re gonna cum.” He was right, you could feel a second orgasm welling up in your core as his cock pulsed inside of you. 

“Atsumu-Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned kissing him sloppily, your hips faltered when you came but Atsumu’s hands went to your hips moving your body for you as he chased his own high, true to his word he came deep inside of you filling you up and pressing his cock against your cervix. 

You collapsed against his chest gasping for breath. He ran his hand soothingly over your back. 

“You look tired, you wanna crash somewhere babe?” he asked. 

“We’re still too drunk to drive,” you murmured. 

“I have a buddy in the frat house, I’m sure he’ll let me steal his bed for the night, especially for a cutie like you,” he said. You pulled back to look at him.

“You had a bed here this whole time and you still made me fuck you in the car?” 

When you woke up your whole body hurt. Your head ached your eyes stung and your body was littered with bruises. You didn’t even want to check in with the lower half of your body. You groaned sitting up in bed clutching your head. Then you felt the bed beside you shift, you froze remembering how you’d ended last night. 

Atsumu cracked one eye open and his face split into a huge grin. “I had the best dream last night-” he teased you and moved to hit him but he caught your wrist and flipped you on your back pinning you to the bed. 

He hovered above you his breath hitting your face in soft puffs. You leaned up and kissed him, suddenly you were a mess of limbs and hands trying to tear each other’s clothes off while you kissed. You hissed as his fingers grazed the bite marks on your neck. 

“Go easy on me I’m still sore,” you complained. Atsumu smirked.

“Did I wreck you that badly baby?” he asked, teasingly grinding his morning wood on your leg. You shuddered. 

“Shut up and fuck me asshole,” you demand. He tugged off your underwear and hooked your legs over his shoulders. 

“As you wish your majesty,” he scoffed and slowly pushed two of his fingers into you

Your cunt ached and it hurt to feel his fingers prod you open, but soon the pain dissolved into pleasure as he continued to finger you. 

“Such a pretty wet little cunt, so wet and sticky for me,” he purred, “you like this slut? You like getting fingered first thing in the morning?” he asked. 

“Do you like humping my ass like a fucking dog first thing in the morning?” you spat back. He grunted and roughly jerked his finger up hitting your G-spot making you cry out your back arching off the bed. 

“That’s what I thought,” he scoffed before completely pulling his fingers out and sticking them into his mouth sucking on your juices. 

“I’m not gonna fuck you if you keep being mean,” he said shoving down his own clothes 

“Shut up, I bet I’m the only one you know who lets you get your dick wet,” you growled. He snapped into you in one swift motion. You cried out your nails digging into his shoulders. It hurt but the pain sent a rush of endorphins making you moan. 

“Really you think that I could fuck you like this without any practice dollface? Don’t forget you’re the virgin here,” he teased drawing his hips back before ramming back into you. This pace was much harsher than what you’d set last night. You were helpless, and entirely at his mercy, he had you folded in half, and you could only moan and scratch at his back. 

“Imna fill this cunt with cum, nothing better than emptying my balls in your warm cunt first thing in the morning,” he muttered to himself as he continued to fuck you. 

“Already?” you teased.

“Fuck off or I’ll fuck you until you pass out,” he threatened. 

“Hurry up and make me cum, I’ve got shit to do today,” you snapped. 

“God do you ever stop being a bitch?” he asked, pulling out of you and flipping you over, jerking your hips up and sliding back into you. you moaned feeling his cock hit new sweet spots. You arched your back pressing your hips to his and burying your face into the pillows. 

The bed creaked with the force of his thrusts, the headboard hitting the wall with a loud bang. Atsumu brought his hand down on your ass making you jump, it stung and you were reminded of his killer serves that you had seen so many times. 

“There, no more bitchy comebacks? Have you gone braindead on my cock?” he mocked spanking you again. 

“Daddy!” you pleaded. Your thighs trembling as wetness dripped down your legs. 

“Awe theirs my sweet little slut, ready to be good now?” 

“Y-yes,” you whined desperate to cum.  Atsumu grunted and finally went easy on you, rubbing your clit and easing into you in slow, deep thrusts until he felt your pussy cream around him. 

“There you go baby,” he said pulling out of you, his hard cock dripping in your juices. “You still want to suck on my cock?” he asked. You bit your lower lip, embarrassed at the memory. You shifted on the bed settling in between his legs taking the head of his cock into your mouth and wrapping your hands around the rest of his dick. 

You licked softly at the slit in the head picking up the bitter precum with your tongue.  You slowly took more of his cock in your mouth hollowing your cheeks out around him. His dick was just too big for you to fit completely into your mouth so you moved your hands up and down his shaft while you took as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“You’re doing so well baby,” he moaned, smoothing your hair back from your face. “I didn’t think a virgin like you’d be so good,” he teased. You glared up at him as you continued to suck his dick but you resolved to bite him if he made a comment like that again. 

“I think I like you better like this you’re so pretty when you shut the- OW watch the teeth,” 

You could taste it as the precum dribbled out of his cock smearing over your tongue, you were getting used to the bitter taste and it wasn’t that bad. You pushed your head down pressing his cock to the back of your throat suppressing your gag reflex. 

“Fuck, baby just like that i’m going to cum down your thoat,” he groaned his hips stuttering upwards pushing his dick down your throat deaper making you choke. Atsumu didn’t care,he was moaning loudly as his hips spasmed up into your mouth. 

You choked when his semen flooded your mouth. “Fuuck,” he sighed, pulling out of your mouth. You sluptered trying to catch the mess that bubbled out of your mouth. 

“Ah, swallow what you can baby,” Atsumu said, whipping your chin with his thumb. You did as he asked, choking down what you could. He pushed you back on the bed kissing your neck, his lips running over your bruises, 

“I like you like this, we should fuck more often he teased,” you shoved his chest, but weakly, it was clearly just for show. You didn’t want to admit it but you agreed with him. 

You kept seeing Atsumu after that. He was a little nicer with you normally. Or at least, he saved his mean side for the bedroom and was a little sweeter to you. If you were a little more naive you might have even started to fall for him a little bit. 

That was the Chliche right? You start out hating someone but then after a few nights of passion you were in love?  Bullshit, it was all Bullshit. 

you knew Atsumu hadn’t changed, and he wasn’t exactly saving himself for you. You couldn’t count how many times you’d walked in on him making out with some random chick, you’d even walked in on him while he’d been balls deep in some other girl. 

That being said, you hadn’t changed either. you still had a temper like no other and were quick to snap, especially at Atsumu. You didn’t have many friends who put up with your bullshit so why would He even fall in love with you?

You shouldn’t be in love with him. He was an asshole, a heartless fuck boy. So why did you like him so much? why did it sting when you thought about how hopless your whole situation. 

It sucked, this whole thing was just awful. That being said, you still jumped at the chance to see him everytime he called, you really were hopless. 

“Where are we going?” you asked as Atsumu drove. You didn’t recognize this street and you knew you weren’t going to his place. 

“It’s a surprise,” he said. You scoffed and crossed your arms. He pulled into a parking lot and you were surprised to see you were at a park. 

“What are you going to fuck me on the slide?” you asked, following him out of the car and into the park. 

“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid, me and my brother would play here,” he said, ignoring you and walking to the swings, you followed. 

“And I still come here a lot, it’s a good place to think and it’s just a really special place for me,” he said sitting on the swing and gesturing for you to sit on his lap. 

You did, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “I don’t like where this conversation is going,” you said furrowing your eyebrows. It was almost the middle of the night so it was dark but you could still see the dopey lovestruck look on his face. 

“Stumu, you’re not supposed to call me for stuff like this,” you said unwrapping your arms around his neck, you were going to get off his lap but he wrapped his arms around his waist keeping you there. 

The two of you had agreed only to call each other when you wanted sex, this mushy romantic shit was defently not sex. 

“You’re so pretty baby, let me be nice to you,” he said kissing you and you melted into him, just like every time he kissed you. 

“You’re never nice to me,” you protested. He reached under your shirt groping you. 

“Because you never let me,” he protested. 

“What’s with you?” you asked, grabbing his wrist and shoving him away from you. 

“I love you,” he said. You couldn’t deal with this right now, you got off his lap and started walking back to the car

“Take me home,” you demanded.  “I don’t want to talk about this,” you said. 

“(y/n)-” he said running in front of you stopping you. 

“Please, I know you hate this shit, but please can we talk,” he pleaded taking your hands in his, 

“You can’t just say shit like that Tsumu! We’re not supposed to love each other we’re supposed to fuck and get under eachother’s skin and fight that’s how this works!” you shouted.

Atsumu kissed your knuckles, seeming to ignore your yelling. 

“We didn’t used to fuck either, we used to just get under eachother’s skin,” he pointed out. He wrapped you in his arms. You pressed your face to his chest and you felt your cheeks get wet with tears. You hiccupped and sobbed,  trying to keep your emotions bottled up was hard.  

“I love you,” he said again.  You shoved him and whipped your face. 

“I don’t want to do this Atsumu, take me home,” you demanded. He deflated. 

“Okay baby, let's go home, I’ll be waiting, when you’re ready,” he said rubbing your shoulders and taking you back to his car. 

You drove in silence. You hated this. Yout hated him. Atsumu was a playboy, an idiot and an asshole who only cared about Volleyball. You just wanted to insult him and fuck him to blow off steam. You weren’t supposed to fall for him. You weren’t supposed to love his cocky smile and his stupid jokes. His stupid flirty remarks weren’t supposed to make you blush. 

“Baby?” he prompted you blinked and saw you were sitting in front of your dorm building. “Hey,” he purred, wiping the tears off your cheeks. You didn’t need him to tell you that he loved you, you could tell every time  he did something like this. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. 

“I really wished we’d had sex tonight,” you whispered. He laughed. 

“fuck am I really that ireaistable doll?” he teased, pinching your cheek as he pulled away. 

“I do love you Atsumu, I just- I just don’t know what to do about it,” you admitted. Atsumu smiled lazily. 

you meant it too, you loved him so much. but it was impossible to get the image of the time you walked in on him sleeping with another girl out of your mind. Was that what it meant to be in a relationship with him? If so then you weren’t going to do it, you weren’t signing yourself up for that kind of heartbreak. Maybe you should just give up on him and block him. 

“Like I said. I’ll wait for you, and next time I promise we’ll have the best sex of your life-Not that’s a hard bar to clear you virigin,” he teased. You smiled and playfully hit him in the arm. You got out of his car and walked into your building as he drove away, and at least for tonight. That was enough. 

[stardustprompts]

the poppy war - r.f kuang   sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :   drugs , death , murder , nsfw , prostitution mention , language

‘take off your clothes.’

‘why would anyone drug themselves before a test?’

‘you’re about to be a very lucky girl, sweet.’

‘wow that’s great. really great. Terrific.’

‘your folks are assholes.’

‘well fuck the heavenly order of things.’

‘don’t you have actual responsibilities?’

‘I don’t want to get on _____ ‘s bad side.’

‘you would make a terrible prostitute. no charm.’

‘what is so wrong with getting married?’

‘do you want to die?’

‘everything is spilling out of my head as quickly as I put it in.’

‘please do not commit spousal homicide.’

‘give me a way out of this shithole.’

‘hello, I’m praying.’

‘I seduced him with my nubile young body. you caught me.’

‘you can’t scare me into a confession, because I’m telling the truth.’

‘and that means you’re shit at your job.’

‘if you cross them—- if they even think you’ve looked at them funny—- they can and will hurt you.’

‘it’s easy to lose a language when you never speak it.’

‘you’re offending them with your very presence.’

‘they’ll make you an outsider, because you’re not like them.’

‘no matter what they say, you deserve to be here.’

‘I’ll kill you. I will fucking kill you.’

‘I went out in the sun once. you should try it sometime.’

‘oh, you’re the one ____ hates.’

‘you’d be a prick too if your family was both rich and attractive.’

‘honestly? I think he just comes in here to get high.’

‘I think you’re flattering yourself.’

‘unless you’ve got a weapon, don’t aim for the face. the neck’s a better target.’

‘we aren’t here to be sophisticated. we’re here to fuck people up.’

‘this is the only kick you’ll ever need, really. a kick to bring down the most powerful warriors.’

‘power dictates acceptability.’

‘he hasn’t done anything to earn my respect. all he’s done is act high and mighty.’

‘you’re nothing. you shouldn’t even be here.’

‘consider me bullied and intimidated, just let me sleep.’

‘he’s playing with her. he’ll end it soon.’

‘they’re good at fighting, but not much else.’

‘spend a lot of time looking at ____’s eyes do you?’

‘a betrayal of that sort would not have been out of character.’

‘come on, you belong here too.’

‘they’re not going to get rid of me like this. not this easily.’

‘I’m calm! I’m extremely calm!’

‘you’d rather kill your own people than let the opponent’s army walk away?’

‘you don’t let an enemy walk away if they’ll certainly be a threat to you later.’

‘he can’t stop raving about you.’

‘oh, don’t pretend to be bashful. you love it.’

‘you’re a walking disaster.’

‘anyone this obstinate deserves some attention, if only to make sure you don’t become a walking hazard to everyone around you.’

‘I heard he got drunk on rice wine last week and pissed into ____’s window. he sounds awesome.’

‘it’s me, your favorite person in the whole wide world.’

‘I do not have a problem. you are making up this problem for reasons unbeknownst to me.’

‘you’re killing the mood.’

‘they were weak as shit. scrawnier than you, even.’

‘you’re a real asshole. you know that right?’

‘your state of mind is just as important as the state of your body.’

‘sometimes you must loose the string to let the arrow fly.’

‘because I want to break his stupid face.’

‘he’s the most dangerous when he’s desperate.’

‘from this point on you’re just going to be a danger to yourself and everyone around you.’

‘you’re too reckless. you hold grudges, you cultivate your rage and let it explode, and you’re careless about what you’re taught.’

‘I knew I was the only one that could help him.’

‘they honed his rage like a weapon, instead of teaching him to control it.’

‘one urinating statue for my easily entertained friend.’

‘I don’t believe in gods. but I believe in power.’

‘one might say you’ve been obsessed with ____.’

‘don’t look to your left. pretend you’re taking to me.’ / ‘I am talking to you.’

‘we’re studying very weird things.’

‘I don’t actually know what I’m getting into.’

‘here is what happened: you called a god, and the god answered.’

‘you know that if you don’t get answers now, the hunger will consume you and your mind will crack.’

‘you’ve glimpsed the other side and you can’t rest until you fill in the blanks.’

‘supernatural is a word for anything that doesn’t fit your present understanding of the world.’

‘I’m supposed to take it as true that you’re a god?’

‘I’m not a god. I am a mortal who has woken up, and there is power in awareness.’

‘are we getting high? oh, wow. we’re getting high.’

‘ah. the law. so inconvenient. so irrelevant.’

‘we are not madmen. but how can we convince anyone of this, when the rest of the world believes it so?’

‘the price of power is pain.’

‘I understand the truth of things. I know what it means to exist.’

‘prey do not question the motives of the predator. the dead do not question the living. mortals do not challenge the gods.’

‘I killed for you. I would have done anything for you.’

‘I have seen the end of things. the shape of the world has changed.’

‘war doesn’t determine who’s right. war determines who remains.’

‘it’s alright. I know what you are.’

‘I thought I was the only one left.’

‘we have developed the power to rewrite the fabric of this world. if we don’t use it, then what’s the point?’

‘I don’t mess with that shit. it screws you up.’

‘I understand the appeal, I really do, but I like having my mind to myself.’

‘he’s a charmer. like a new puppy. you think he’s adorable until he pisses on the furniture.’

‘there’s no routine. no discipline. nothing you’re used to. am I right?’

‘so you’re the last of your kind. that’s sad.’

‘If you hold the fate of the country in your hands, if you have accepted your obligation to your people, then your life ceases to be your own.’

‘____ feared, and so he held you back.’

‘great danger is always associated with great power. the difference between the great and the mediocre is that the great are willing to take that risk.’

‘don’t ever let go on that anger. rage gives you power. caution does not.’

‘don’t give in... you’ve been so brave... but it takes more bravery to resist the power.’

‘the nature of this god is to destroy. the nature of this god is to be greedy, to never be satisfied with what he has consumed.’

‘so. screaming at rocks. is that, like, normal behavior here?’

‘fix this. prove your worth. do your fucking job or get out.’

‘I saved your life. doesn’t that make us at least a little square?!’

‘I was scared of you. and I lashed out.’

‘I thought I was better than you, and I’m not. I’m sorry.’

‘when I killed it, it felt like murder.’

‘look, I’m happy to discuss this, really, but I’m currently leaking life out three different wounds and I think I may pass out. would you give me a moment?’

‘well maybe ____ should get his head out of his ass.’

‘ ____ is more fragile than you think.’

‘look, asshole, I don’t need you to tell me what to do.’

‘they say he can read the future. shatter minds.’

‘you misunderstand the nature of our relationship. I am not your friend.’

‘he’s not human. he—- I don’t know what he is.’

‘but ___ was never allowed to be human.’

‘do you trust me?’ / ‘no. but that’s irrelevant.’

‘you don’t know what true suffering is.’

‘I have seen more than my fair share of suffering.’

‘that boy is beyond redemption. that boy is broken like the rest.’

‘I don’t want to be saved! I want power!’

‘that power will destroy everything you’ve ever loved. you will defeat your enemy, and the victory will turn to ashes in your mouth.’

‘we’ve missed something. something’s been laid out for us, but we can’t see it.’

‘fretting won’t make the dead come back to life.’

‘there was nothing human in those eyes.’

‘It was a nightmare, and I couldn’t wake up.’

‘I don’t need your pity. I need you to kill them for me.’

‘whatever it takes. swear it on your life. swear it for me.’

‘I won’t judge him. I don’t dare, because I don’t have the right. and neither do you.’

‘you asked me why I wouldn’t stop him. now you understand. you can’t stop an avenger. you can’t reason with a madman.’

‘I am afraid of what he might do in his quest for vengeance. and I am afraid that he is right.’

‘I am about to do something terrible. and you will have a choice.’

‘they give nothing to the universe, and the universe owes them nothing in return.’

‘you cannot survive my death.’

‘you’re trying to deceive me. you don’t get to deceive me.’

‘this is not the way. this path leads only to darkness.’

‘when are you going to stop being such a damn coward? what are you running from?’

‘you will turn the world to ash, and only demons will live in the rubble.’

‘you dress up your crusade with moral arguments, when in truth you would let millions die if it means you get your so-called justice.’

‘you have not cared about anything for a very long time. you are broken.’

‘I am terrified. but only because I’m starting to remember who I once was. don’t go down that path.’

‘your country is ash. you can’t bring it back with blood.’

‘I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you.’

‘you know the worst part? we’re so close to home.’

‘did you miss me? did you miss this?’

‘I just gave him some of his favorite medicine.’

‘resistance here means suffering. there is no escape. no future.’

‘you have nothing to fight for anymore’

‘what are you defending? you owe ____ nothing.’

‘we were disposable. we were tools. tell me that doesn’t make you furious.’

‘I am sick with fury.’

‘I will die on my feet. I will not die a coward. and neither will you.’

‘we could stay here. we could stay here forever. we wouldn’t have to go back.’

‘you’ll have to live with the consequences. but you’re brave ... you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.’

‘I have lost everything I care about. I don’t want peace, I want revenge.’

‘I don’t need to sleep. I need to feel nothing.’

‘do you want forgiveness? I can’t give you that.’

‘we avenged him. he’s gone, but avenged.’

‘you have to believe that it was necessary. that it stopped something worse. and even if it wasn’t, it’s the lie we’ll tell ourselves, starting today and every day afterward.’

‘aren’t you supposed to be a seer? do you ever see anything useful?’

‘we have an enemy whom we love.’

‘I’m going to find and kill everyone responsible. you cannot stop me.’

‘oh I’m not going to stop you.’

[ikroah]

Whiskey river, take my mind, don't let her memory torture me. Whiskey river, don't run dry, you're all I got, take care of me. —“Whiskey River,” Shotgun Willie (1973)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #15 - Vegas Outskirts

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Notes / Original Pencils / Transcript:

Notes:

MAN that’s gotta hurt!! Volume 2 kicks off with a bang, literally if you count the gunshot and honorifically if you count Socks’ knockout color job on this issue. Look at those lovingly rendered bullet wounds!! Muah!!!

It’s been a relief having a month off from the comic as I handled a bunch of other things but there’s a lot to look forward to in Volume 2, as you can probably tell from that very forboding fist clench at the end there. Will Agnes and Cass get the revenge they’re looking for? Can they make it big in Vegas? Will it keep right on a-hurtin’? Find out next ish as Cass leads Agnes to meet the first of their new “friends.”

Original Pencils:

The pencils for this issue are like an autopsy report of all the things that can go wrong with your art if you don’t plan ahead and pay attention. Listen, friend, to my tale of woe, and learn from my mistakes so they don’t become yours!

First, you can see a lot of places where there’s floating objects, empty backgrounds, and incomplete heads. Part of this is because I always intended to just copy and paste repeated elements across each panel instead of drawing them multiple times, but other times I was forced to just because of my lack of planning. The top three panels on page two, for example, required me to draw the background I’d use for them on a separate page.

Second, you can probably tell that I actually had to flip the two raiders around in the final lineart because I forgot to keep the hands their were holding their guns in consistent—and since I couldn’t flip the middle panel on the second page without ruining the composition, I decided to flip all of their other appearances so that they’d be lefties. I doubt you even can seamlessly wield those particular guns left-handed.

Third, the size of the cart that Agnes and Cass are kneeling behind changes CONSTANTLY and is dramatically oversized from the third page onward. After inking these pages, it took a lot of work to correct the inks and shrink that cart in each panel, but fortunately it came out looking good.

And finally, I completely redrew the second panel on the fifth page because it wasn’t until I had already handed he pages off to my colorist that I realized having a second profile shot of Cass so soon after a first one was just...redundant and lazy-looking. So I went back to my sketchbook and whipped up a much more unique, striking angle (I also just wasn’t satisfied with the quality of my art on that panel, so I’m very glad I redrew it). But again, my failure to plan ahead bit me in the ass and my redraw attempt wound up taking up a lot more space than I thought it would, so after inking it I had to basically surgically remove it from the other inks.

I’ll be honest with you folks: part of the reason that I work in such simple, thick, high-contrast lineart is because it’s very easy to make corrections and adjustments with stuff you could technically color in Microsoft Paint.

Transcript:

EXT. SOMEWHERE IN THE MOJAVE, morning. AGNES SANDS and ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY stand over the wreckage of a caravan, scattered over a dirt road.

CASS: Hell.

EXT. SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE MOJAVE, midday. Looking over a second wrecked caravan, at the bottom of a ditch.

CASS: Fuck.

EXT. PRE-WAR HIGHWAY OUTSIDE OF VEGAS, mid-afternoon. AGNES and CASS survey a third wrecked caravan.

CASS: Shit. The proof is in the pudding. Or the pile of ash, rather. These attacks were done with Van Graff guns for Crimson Caravan caps. I'm sure of it.

As CASS explains her theory to AGNES, a short distance from the caravan two RAIDERS peer at the two of them from inside a barn at a ruined farmstead. They have snake-bite tattoos on the sides of their shaved heads and are holding rifles.

CASS: The scorchmarks and residue in the wreckages? That's energy weapon shit. Plasma and laser. Silver Rush special. Not like it'd be the Brotherhood. And Crimson Caravan must have bankrolled this fucked-up little hunting trip themselves.

The RAIDERS move out from the barn, sneaking up on two passers-by who’ve stopped at the caravan wreckage.

CASS: That explains why they bought me out...they needed the last loose end to saddle up back west with a tidy sum.

(NOTE: *Agnes delivered it and Cass signed it in IKROAH #7—Lou.)

CASS: It's a racket, Agnes: torch the local competition and it's win-win for both the f—

SFX: KRAK

A gunshot rips out from one of the RAIDERS’ rifles and sears across CASS’ shoulder.

CASS (gasping): —uckers.

CASS slumps down beneath the overturned caravan wagon on the road, clutching her shot shoulder.

CASS: —Aaggghghhhhhhh.

AGNES: Cass! Are you—

CASS: Fuck! Agnes, get down you moron!

AGNES ducks behind the cover of the wooden caravan wagon just as another gunshot splinters the top lip of it.

SFX: DTHWAK!

The RAIDERS advance on CASS and AGNES’ position, firing at them from off the road.

SFX: KRAK

AGNES leans over the top of the wagon with her pistol, returning fire.

SFX: BTAK BTAK BTAK

AGNES lands a shot right in one of the RAIDERS’ guts, and she drops her weapon and falls down.

SFX: SPLUT

CASS, leaning out the side of the wagon, takes as careful of aim as she can with her shotgun by holding it with her good arm. Trembling, she fires, connecting with the other RAIDER.

SFX: KBLAM

The would-have-been RAIDERS are dead.

AGNES: ...were those the Van Graffs?

CASS: No. Just some vultures.

CASS leans back behind cover to sit against the bottom of the overturned wagon again, wincing from her shoulder injury.

CASS: Ugghhn.

AGNES (slipping off duffel bag): Cass, your shoulder—

CASS: Yeah, it's been shot. I'm pretty fucking aware.

AGNES (unzipping bag): Quick, can you take your shirt off—

CASS: What!?

AGNES: —so I can dress the wound, Cass!

CASS: Oh! Good! So you weren't coming onto me on what remains of Griffin Wares Caravan.

CASS starts removing her shirt while AGNES produces a bottle of something from her duffel bag, and dampens a rag with its contents.

CASS: And since when are you a fucking field medic, anyway?

AGNES: 2269. NCR Certified.

CASS: What?

AGES: Yeah. I've been one kind of doctor or another since I was six.

CASS: What?

AGNES: Now hold still, this is antiseptic.

CASS: Since you were six!? I...shit, wait, hang on, Agnes—

AGNES pressess the rag onto CASS’ shoulder wound, and CASS winces instinctively. But, confusingly, there isn’t any pain.

CASS: ...isn't this supposed to sting like hell?

AGNES: No, not really. It's an acetic acid solution. Vinegar, basically.

AGNES begins cleaning the wound with the rag.

CASS: I thought you put alcohol on wounds to clean them.

AGNES: That's...a common misconception. It's good for tools, maybe, but too strong for skin. And it can complicate healing if you apply it directly.

CASS: So you're telling me, all my years, I've been wasting good whiskey only making my boo-boos worse?

AGNES: I mean...it's better than nothing in a pinch, but...

CASS: Well, then. Thanks for the lecture, doc. Can you just pass the whiskey anyway? Shoulder still hurts like hell regar—

AGNES hands her the whiskey bottle. She’d already gotten it out.

CASS: —dless. Oh. Thanks.

AGNES unspools a roll of bandages in her hands, then begins wrapping it over CASS’ shoulder and across her chest..

AGNES: So. It's a relatively minor wound, more of a deep graze than a real gunshot.

CASS: You'd know all about real gunshots, huh?

AGNES (unfazed): Uh-huh. I can suture it if necessary, but for now, these bandages will be fine. Just hold still. How do you feel?

CASS: I feel fucking pissed, Agnes!

AGNES recoils, taken aback slightly.

CASS: As I was saying before I got shot in the shoulder—which, however "minor" the wound, is real fucking close to my head, Agnes—this wasn't some random attack. These caravans, my caravan, got hit by the Van Graffs and Crimson Caravan. It ain't just some tragedy anymore. Now I've got names. Places. Faces.

AGNES resumes bandaging CASS.

CASS: I told you—ow! Don't pinch my tit, dammit—

AGNES: I said hold still.

CASS: —I told you, when you told me about this guy who shot you...when I let you drag me out of that fucking outpost...and when we went to Boulder City...that I would do the exact same thing in your shoes. Now, it is the exact same thing. This fucker shoots your eye out, these fuckers ash my caravan...these same fuckers I sold my own goddamn name to on a piece of paper. I mean...what else are we doing out here, Agnes? Getting shot at by Khans and Raiders just for kicks? Are we just fucking around?

AGNES finishes bandaging CASS, then leans back, pensive.

AGNES: No...no, I really guess we’re not.

CASS: That's what I thought. Your friend in Vegas can wait. Help me get mine, and we can get that shitheel together, and that's a prom—

CASS raises her arm  to shake her fist as she speaks, straining her shoulder injury.

CASS: —mmmmmmghhhh. Ooww, oww, oww, oww...

CASS grabs her shoulder in pain while AGNES looks off in the distance and stands up. She looks out towards the horizon—towards VEGAS, and the pre-war casinos and hotels that still gleam and glitter in blinding sunlight.

Her fist clenches. Her brow furrows. Her body tenses, all over, staring at that city, that place.

The caravan wreckage remains alone on the highway, brahmin bones long picked clean by scavengers.

AGNES SANDS IN: IT KEEPS RIGHT ON A HURTIN’

VOLUME 2: MAKE IT BIG IN VEGAS