#and i'm rusty af too

[fishblade-koi]

You know those types of youtube videos where the player has the smoothest stealth gameplay you've ever seen, try to be the perfect assassin where you only kill the target without being noticed etc...

I, in fact, play what I call the "in character Arno" (at least my hc version of him) where he tries for the first 2min and gives up after 1-2 kills because he remembers he certainly doesn't give a fuck anymore...

...I also call this method the "I don't know how to play the stealth way anymore and these watchers guys are annoying af"

[howlingdemon13]

Baby's first demo reel! It was super hard keeping this to the standard length! I wanted to showcase some of the newer things I've been trying out while also sticking to character types/voices that I get booked using. I'd like to make dedicated/genre-specific reels in the future, but here's some of what I can do!

[vacantgodling]

its been actual ages since i've written a fight scene these upcoming paragraphs are about to be ROUGH

[hermaeusmorax]

In Their Shadow

CHARACTERS: Viktor x reader x Jayce

SUMMARY: Viktor entertains a one-sided love with his two best friends, Jayce and you.

WARNINGS: angst with NO happy ending and NO comfort, I wanted to try something different!

A/N: fortunatelly the Arcane brainrot brought me back from my cave, be nice 'cause I'm rusty af in writing atm (as expected after 4 years!). I am also taking more Arcane requests yay! (rules for requests)

Viktor, Jayce and Y/N. The Three Musketeers. If you saw one of them around, no doubt the other two were somewhere nearby, inseparable as they are. What others looking from outside didn't see though, was Viktor's growing resentment towards his two best friends.

It didn't start like this, Viktor used to love them. Love, love them. He still does, but it's twisted now, love and anger so mixed together it's impossible to distinguish which is which. His affection began souring through disappointment at first, Viktor felt disappointed in Jayce for being distracted, their - yours - project suddenly wasn't Jayce's main concern anymore, you were.

When you weren't around Jayce would pester Viktor with daydreams and questions about you "Can you help me find out what's Y/N's type, man? You're way closer to Y/N than I am, please?". Jayce's eyes would shine and his cheeks flush, so enthralled in his own feelings he failed to notice Viktor's growing irritation.

Along the many years the three of you spent together working on Hextech, Viktor couldn't help but be in awe of his two companions. He fell in love with Jayce's passion and with your bright mind. Viktor wanted nothing more than to spend eternity alongside you, picking your brains. But as the two of you grew closer, specially after Jayce's reciprocated advances towards you, you both naturally drifted apart from him.

Viktor was forced to watch on the sidelines, drowning in the darkness of the long shadow your bright relationship cast over him. Left only to daydream about what it could've been like, had he had the courage to tell you or Jayce of his true feelings. Left only to reminisce about the early days of your shared research, when he indeed had the both of you to himself. As an attempt to anesthetize his festering wound, he threw himself at his work on the Hexcore.

Yet another day comes to an end, with Jayce leaving the laboratory with you glued to his arm, both dressed in fancy clothes for a dinner party you were supposed to attend, together, of course. You wave a gloved hand at Viktor, bidding him a gentle goodbye. It irritated him how oblivious you both could be to his true feelings, scientists of the damn year! As the door closed behind you, Viktor was left alone in the dark of the laboratory, so focused on his own misery that he missed when Sky knocked at the door. "Viktor? You still here?" she shyly called from the other side, smile faltering at the deafening silence that followed.

Sky knew he was still there, as it was an habit of his. The tinkering sounds and occasional curses that echoed through the door were just extra proof of his presence. Viktor was so preocuppied with the shadow your and Jayce's love had cast over him, he didn't notice he had cast one of his own. Such is life.

A/N: it physically hurt me to do him so dirty I'M SORRY! Promise to do lots of indulgent and Viktor-focused pieces too, I'm getting my writing groove back on ;).

[megafunk]

joined the train dragon bandwagon(hehe) on twt, and sketched a lil dude based on a train from back home. Ofc I had to make a rusty version too to match the rest of the trains :3c

*edit: for those wondering, it's a Serbian train! I never rode it personally cuz I'm studying abroad, but I've heard that it's both fancy af and breaks all the time. How typical

[paolo-and-rotpr-kid-ask-blog]

★THE RETURN OF THE★ ★PUMPKIN RABBIT, KID'S★ ★Ask BLOG INTRODUCTION★

hey guy! This is a unofficial, Roptr kid ask blog! The Rule for this ask blog! :

No being rude or acting problematic toward anyone in this blog Please, be respectful everyone and be kind to everyone! Any hate will be blocked from this blog! >:(

Don't ask anything that are nsfw please. suggested stuff are fine like blood Or Violence ig? just please add warning to your ask before sending your ask to me tho! and again suggested stuff are fine!!! Just as long as it is NOT SEXUAL. PLEASE!! For god sake!!😭🙏

random Headcanon/ships, are allowed just as long as it isn't weird Or problematic then yes! Go on and share what you have sigma!! :3

you are allowed to say bad word! Just don't say too much. As it can kinda make me uncomfortable. sorry guys. :(

You can send Fanart if you want to! I'm chill with it! and again,Just as long as it isn't nsfw, then yes! Go on! Draw some fanart! (again suggested like violence or blood are fine just add warning before sending the art to me!)

I kindly ask that you please check with me before you vent here. I truly understand the importance of having a safe space to share feelings, but I also have boundaries for my own well-being as well.This means I have the right to decide whether or not I’m comfortable with venting happening on my blog! Hope you understand!

and lastly. Go have fun !! :3

(New rule will be added soon in the future!)

Here are the Roptr Character you can ask! (including my rotpr oc, Eddie and Russell!)

Paco

Ralph

Jay

Dino

Russell (My Rotpr oc!)

Eddie (Also my other Rotpr oc)

★who is the mod of this rotpr blog :3?★

Hey! there! The name's Russell! You can also call me Rusty, Ralph, or Plory—just so you don’t confuse me with my Rotpr OC, Russell the Kerry Blue Terrier. He’s named after my preferred name, just so you know why We both have the same name lol but yeah! but I am the Mod of this Rotpr kiddo, blog! ^^

and also sometimes you see me, post something else rather then rotpr, in this blog!

★here are some stuff to get to know me!★

I go by he/Him/they/them pronounce!,

My art and aesthetic can be random lol!!! But I normally don't show my aesthetic since they always random and colorful af!!!😭🙏🌈

I'm also a therian and a fiction kin by I don't talk much about it

I have thantphobia and Athazagoraphobia.

I'm also a artist and a animator!

I don't really have a DNI list, I just blocked whoever I want btw! just as long as your being safe and respectful in here then I won't blocked you!

That' all! My koi dog! :3🐾🐟

(My introduction art about my self is coming soon! So stay tune!)

Hi!! :3 , everyone! Just a head up! I wanted to let you know there might be times when I’m not as active or able to respond to your asks quickly. Life keeps me busy, and I also struggle with an anxiety disorder, which can make it hard to keep up. :(💧⚡

If I haven’t responded to your ask yet, please don’t spam my inbox with repeated questions. This can feel overwhelming and adds to my anxiety, making it even harder for me to respond. I’m not always online—I have a life outside of this space—but I promise I’m doing my best to get to everyone’s asks as soon as I can ,:3💦

Thank you for your patience and understanding—it truly means so much to me! ~ Love, Plory !! ^^⭐🌈

🇧🇷: Oi!! :3 Olá, pessoal! Só um aviso rápido! Queria dizer que pode haver momentos em que eu não esteja tão ativo(a) ou consiga responder às suas perguntas rapidamente. A vida me mantém ocupado(a), e eu também lido com um transtorno de ansiedade, o que pode tornar difícil acompanhar tudo. :(💧⚡

Se eu ainda não respondi à sua pergunta, por favor, não encham minha caixa de entrada com perguntas repetidas. Isso pode ser muito exaustivo e aumenta minha ansiedade, tornando ainda mais difícil para mim responder. Eu nem sempre estou online—tenho uma vida fora deste espaço—mas prometo que estou fazendo o meu melhor para responder às perguntas de todos o mais rápido que puder. ,:3💦

Obrigad@ pela paciência e compreensão—isso realmente significa muito para mim! ~ Com amor, Plory!! ^^⭐🌈

★ALSO THE BLOG! AND THE INTRODUCTION IS STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION! SO NEW THING MAY BE ADDED IN THE FUTURE SOON!★

HERE MY STRAW PAGE!!! ^^

Tagging : @juju187hin @ask-frappythebluedog @w1tchsheep @artytwistyxd @fleeglefazbeagle @gert-the-disaster @hiruhiraoka @edandmollydeservebetter @faneko0 @faineantf @francistimefranche

[cursivebloodlines]

"You sure about that?" He shot her a quizzical look, brow raised slightly in semi-amusement as he eyed her intently. There was a shift in the atmosphere, she might not have expressed it but Finley definitely felt it though he failed to identify what exactly had gone wrong here. It wasn't meant destined for the long haul, he thought she knew that? Head tilting a fraction, his eyes narrowed curiously as his gaze flickered between her face and the phone that suddenly became worthier of her attention than him. "A lot?" he reiterated, pushing himself from the wall he had been leaning on. "Since when? I don't remember you complaining," He said, circling around the room until he found himself standing behind Paige, where she was seated. Had An oblivious man or an ignorant one? Either? Both. Part of him couldn't fathom her wanting to go out with others when he was literally right there. Didn't that contradict what he had not long ago said? Maybe. No? Perhaps. Shit. Now he was confused.

"I don't remember ever imposing that restriction on you in the first place," Finn mused. His hands planted firmly against the back of her chair, shamelessly leaning over her shoulder to see what she was doing. Or who she was suddenly messaging. "Are you really already looking for other options while I'm still here? Wow."

Either he was playing dumb or Finn really didn't understand where she was coming from. Paige wasn't sure what was worse? "Oh, I see..." she trailed off. Though she didn't really see. Clearly she had been going about their relationship situationship? Now she actually just wasn't sure what to call it. Their whatever, she had been going about it wrong. Paige let out a little laugh, shaking her head. "It was never just fun for me because I dropped a lot for you but thanks for the clarification." One thing Paige would never let a man do was make her ask twice or embarrass her. She was too cute for that. Paige sat back, pulling her phone out to respond to a DM she had rejected for Finn. "It's actually really nice to know I don't have to wait for you to go out on dates now." She spoke without looking up from said phone.

[opentanie]

Although I'm still rusty af from another artblock of mine, the interest and support under this post really pushed me to try and do something with this idea. So far, this is extremely early stage of drafting, but I'm just curious to see, if people would really read a potential sotr rewrite.

On the morning of the Reaping, Lenore Dove always thinks about Willamae Abernathy.  Not the one she knows, with cracked red skin on her hands, and creases gouging through the dark skin of the woman’s stern face – but about the girl of nineteen, mere three years older than Lenore Dove herself. How scared must she have been, carrying that large belly, heavy with a babe ready to pop up any minute now, yet still forced to go to the square. To watch kids being sent to their death. Lenore Dove presses the pillow of her palm against her own flat stomach, trying to imagine the feeling of having another life inside; of knowing that one day it might get summoned on the stage too.  She can’t.  She would never do so, much to Clerk Carmine’s joy. Last thing they need, he says, is another thick-skulled Abernathy. Whether he once told her mother as much, only about a hot-headed Chance, she doesn’t know.

[deadmercenaryslover]

I have literally zero idea if I'm ever going to finish this, but if I am, it's going to be smutty af.

Eyeing the noisy crowd occupying the long tables in the middle of the dimly lit room, Ištván could hardly be bothered to pay attention as the alehouse maid brought his wine. After the raid, the roadside tavern was packed with his men. Udo was there, the loudest of the lot, having already found himself a hearty wench and a spare. A couple of locals – charcoal-burners, perhaps, judging by their sooty attire – were rolling dice by the fireplace.

Such a cozy scene of nothing but the utterly mundane, and Ištván despised the mundane by every fiber of his being.

He tasted the wine, imported all the way from the Sedletz Monastery, no less. It was the good kind – the proper kind, for which he seldom had the coin – meant to be drunk from a silvery goblet, not some filthy mug. Comparing the rich taste of the ruby-red liquid to that brownish, vinegary swill he was so used to, would be a grave insult. The mere thought of that sour tang was enough to make him sick.

And yet, even the finest flavors of fruit soon turned bitter in his mouth.

It was almost as if even the wine – as delicious as it was – mocked him, stirring something bitter within him, a cruel reminder of the scarcity of even the simplest comforts in his life, let alone true luxury. Every night spent in a proper bed came at a cost of his life, and the lives of his men, being put at risk. For each warm meal and every fill of his cup, he had to stick his neck out for some bothersome nobleman who wouldn’t bat an eye if they were to fall to the last man.

He swirled the wine gently in his cup. There was hardly a backwater village so remote that it didn’t have at least one sharp-eyed huntsman with a bunch of deadly arrows – or a tavern brawler so fierce it took three armed men to put him down. It didn’t take a blacksmith’s blade or armor worth thousands of groschen to take a man’s life. Ištván knew that better than most.

Had he not, after all, slaughtered the butcher’s son with his bare hands – the very son who had been unfortunate enough to, almost by accident, wound his Erik in the thigh with a rusty knife?

Ištván swallowed his sigh. Pledging himself to Sigismund of Luxembourg’s service was a step toward turning the tables, yet he found himself dissatisfied with the slow pace of progress.

After another sip, he glanced towards his men once more. His Erik was there too, still wearing his old leather jerkin, worn out and ill-fitting from the start. In his hand, the tall boy, his blond hair all sweaty and tousled, held a pint nearly the size of his head.  

Erik gestured to the innkeeper for another, but not even then could Ištván bring himself to ruin the boy’s jolly mood by reminding him of the full day of riding ahead.

Instead, he let his gaze linger, unknowingly biting his lower lip. Erik’s broad shoulders shook with the rhythm of his deep laughter – a laughter that sent waves of raw desire surging through Ištván’s body.

Tonight, he would need Erik by his side, in his bed.

Erik, who could have asked the world of him, and he wouldn’t have hesitated to oblige – if only the world were his to give. The things he would do, the crimes he would commit without a second thought, the mortal sins he would bear on his conscience with twisted delight, just to be able to step in, take the boy’s hand, and lead him to the silky linens of a proper bed, instead of sending him to sleep off his drink in a pile of filthy hay in a cold shed… a pokolba!

Soon enough, he would treat his Erik to the most exquisite delicacies Holy Roman Empire had to offer. He would buy the boy a real sword, the best money could buy, to replace the crude woodcutter’s axe Erik had once pried from the cold, dead hands of the first man he had killed at the age of thirteen and kept close ever since.

Oh, and he would get him some decent armor, crafted from the highest quality leathers, fit for nothing less than a knight.

Ištván briefly closed his eyes, harkening back to the pride and intrigue, both in equal measure, that he had felt for his protégé’s grim talent, a gift that, if carefully nurtured, might yet be forged into something truly extraordinary.

Therefore, Ištván had never given Erik special treatment, let alone made allowances for his young age. On the contrary, he had trained the boy rigorously, testing his limits and pushing him mercilessly to – and inevitably beyond – them. Not once had he intervened when his men insulted Erik, mistreated him, or forced him to do extra work at the camp; if he had, they would never learn to accept him as the leader Ištván intended him to become one day.

And after years of digging graves and emptying latrines, the wiry whelp Ištván had once found in the smoldering ruins of a half-burned church had indeed grown into a strong and, much to Ištván’s pleasure, obedient young man, who, in his own stoic way, commanded respect.

[cock-ainee]

I'm fairly surprised with how fast I wrote it (it's because it's short af lol)

The Night Guard

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Word count: 1607

Category: smut

• fingering • orgasm denial • mentions of blood (not in the sex part though) • slight violence • robot/human intercourse?? •

Characters: Springtrap x afab reader

Enjoy!

Dusty hallways, rusty vents, everything dirty and nasty. That's what the job YN accepted looked like. She didn't even have a clue why she agreed to that. Maybe because it was her only choice, and it was easy enough.

She walked down the corridor, that lead to the office she was supposed to spend 6 HOURS in. 6 motherfucking long, boring hours. At least nothing would happen, right? This place was abandoned, and it was night. Nobody would get there, aside from some kids that would try to act like some silly explorers, or something.

Could YN blame them though..? The place was pretty interesting, creepy even. It was her fault that she was just too eepy to even look at the advantages of working at such a place.

And she started hating it even more after the clock hit 2am.

Till then, she was just clicking random buttons on her tablet to fix the occuring errors, or was looking over the cameras.

Until she saw the shit that was lurking in one of the vents.

A fucking enormous, yellow rabbit, that looked like it has been thrown into a shredding machine.

And the thing moved just before her eyes. It pointed it's empty, dead gaze right at her, making her heart stop.

No, it wasn't any "romantic" moment. It was a moment of deep, breathtaking fear.

Afterall, all the animatronics were supposed to be shut, not moving the fuck around, especially not trough vents. Who the hell would've taught them that??!

YN immediately stood up, scanning the room for any possible weapon she could use against the animatronic. She spotted a baseball bat standing in the corner and decided to just note the fact in her brain, in case she would need it. For now, she intended just to see what the fuck was happening in there.

She went out on the corridor, with a flashlight in her slightly trembling hand. The ambiance in the hallway was dark and off-putting, YN felt a need to curl herself up in a ball and stay like this till 6am.

And when she turned around the corner, she let out a frightened shriek and dropped the flashlight, that broke, making YN get surrarounded in absorbent darkness.

- S-shit! -

She quickly picked the object up and tried to turn it on, to no avail. Now she started panicking. But she then just decided to look for some "off" button in the animatronic if such thing even existed. She took a few, fearful steps towards the animatronic, and let her hands wander over the torn, broken plastic plates of it's body, that felt a little furry under the pads of her fingers.

And then her hands landed on something.. unexpected. Unpleasant. SLIMY.

A yelp escaped past YN's lips, as she took a few steps away from it, falling down on her butt. And there she was, down on the ground in front of massive animatronic, that's eyes now lit up.

And it did something that made girl's heart die in her chest. It SPOKE.

- Oh, what's wrong? Did the remains of my flesh scare you off this much, young lady? -

He took a step ahead, the metal grumbling and whirring with each movement of his robotic legs.

YN quickly scrambled up from the floor and backed away, meeting the wall with her backside.

- No use in running. You can't escape me -

The creature took a few more steps towards the girl, paralyzed with fear. Hot breath fanned over YN's neck, warm, despite of the owner's cold demeanor. The girl could feel her whole body tense at the smell of the animatronic's breath - and it lowkey smelled like rotting flesh.

How could it even breathe-? It was a machine.

YN snapped back to reality and tried to think fast, wanting to find a way to protect her life and dignity. She looked at the animatronic and seeing that it wasn't in arm reach yet, she took her chance and sprinted down the hallway, back into her office. She locked herself in it, quickly shutting off all the cameras, not to scare herself even more.

But then a loud bangs came from the door. They were creaking as if they were just about to break down. And just when YN stepped away from them, they did. The wood broke, sending parts of it flying until they hit the floor too. YN gripped the baseball bat she found earlier, intending to protect herself with it. But one powerful swing of the animatronic's arm was enough to throw it out of her grasp, and making the girl fall to her knees. Springtrap rose her up by her chin, reaching his free hand out to smear her blood over his fingers. Only now did YN realise that there was a splinter stuck in her cheek.

- Tsk tsk. You're bleeding. What a silly little girl you are -

His voice was dark and enticing, and YN strangely found herself kind of.. responding to it.

- W-what are you? -

She asked fearfully, her eyes darting over the animatronic, looking like a prey who has just been caught by a predator.

- "What"? Oh dear, don't treat me like an animal -

He spoke and another dark chuckle left his.. mouth?

- Most call me.. Springtrap. You can call me however you'd like.. but it still doesn't change your situation -

YN gulped, feeling his plastic hand trail over her throat.

- Are you.. going to kill me? -

- Kill you? That would be too easy, don't you think? I'd rather use you.. the other way -

Girl's heart sank. What could he mean? She felt terror making it's way up her spine, sending chills over it. And then, she was thrown across the desk, on her back, as Springtrap towered above her. His big hands trailed over her waist, as the realisation slowly hit YN. This was his "other way".

- I haven't seen a woman for so long... Let alone a woman.. not to mention me having a touch of a woman -

- Please.. I'll do anything you wish, but just... Please not this -

Springtrap immediately shut her up, with a glare that seemed..alarmingly sharp.

- If not this.. i can simply kill you. Would you like that? -

Silence and a shudder from YN answered him.

- That's what i thought -

Moments later, YN's clothes were ripped and discarded to the floor. Girl's nipples stiffened from the cold air hitting them, and Springtrap just stayed silent, looking over at the girl's body. His cold fingers kneaded the flesh, soft and plushy under his touch.

- Fascinating.. -

He muttered, turning the girl onto her stomach, making her let out an unintended moan at the way her hardened buds rubbed over the desk. Springtrap chuckled.

- Don't worry.. soon enough, you'll be.. making these sounds louder -

YN felt plastic touch on her thighs and couldn't help but whine at the way the digits brushed over her pearl and sensitive folds. She felt embarrassed, because she wasn't supposed to be reacting to it this way.

Springtrap laughed as his finger circled over YN's entrance, finding out that she wasn't necessarily all dry.

- You're starting to like this, aren't you? That's such a shame -

The girl let out a yelp as suddenly Springtrap's finger pushed inside her, stretching her inner walls just with it. It was scary how much it filled her alone. The animatronic marveled over the female, taking in notes of her reactions. Every whimper, every moan, every squeeze of her velvety heat on his finger. And as her thighs started shuddering, he pulled his finger out, denying her an orgasm.

YN whined pretensionally, looking at him over her shoulder just to get her head pushed down forcefully.

- Don't you even dare think it's about you -

He grumbled, as he reached to the pad of his pelvis, and YN could hear a metal click before something more humanly, oddly warm pressed over the curve of her rear.

The female gasped, understanding flooding her senses as a shiver of fear and excitement got goosebumps forming on her skin.

Springtrap's cock slid down, to rub between her legs and collect her arousal on it.

And soon, he was pushing into her, tight heat, earning a muffled moan from her.

YN cursed herself for thinking he could ever have mercy with her. She whined pathetically as he picked up the pace immediately, hitting all the soft spots inside her repeatadly, with no care for YN of the way it could hurt her.

But it only got her core gushing and sweet sounds escaping her as she neared her end once. Springtrap could feel her climaxing on his cock once, tightenjng around him and spilling juices over his cock and plastic pelvis, making the coupling more fluid.

He was mostly quiet, only letting out grunts and little groans as he pounded into her relentlessly. And soon another intense, shaky orgasm ripped trough YN, as she fell limp on the desk, too exhausted to keep her head up.

After a few more minutes of the rough session Springtrap let out a primal growl, pinning the girl down with his weight, as he released thickly inside of her.

He then pulled out his member halfly out of her, as YN tried scrambling off the desk. Springtrap chuckled darkly and pinned her down agressively again.

- Where do you think you're going? It's barely 3am -

And that were going to be 3 more long, long hours...

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Sorry for any mistakes or for not using colorful language, but english is my second one, so.. yk.

Anyways thank you for reading and the likes too 😭😭

[strxytwig]

Gojo Got Drunk

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Summary: You went out for your annual holiday drinks with some coworkers. This year, Gojo drank something other than soda. You weren't ready for the antics.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Gojo being drunk, slight angst

A/N: Doing a small character study with this blue eyed princess. I also haven't written in months and I'm extremely rusty af

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You found Gojo’s bobbing figure amusing, like watching one of those bendy inflatables. He sluggishly clung to whoever was nearest, face colored red from drinking and his head lolled side to side between conversation. The first victim of the night, Nanami, could only handle his drunk antics for so long before he slid out of the booth and left the white-haired sorcerer moping and making grabby hands to anyone whose name he could drunkenly sound out.

Normally, Gojo composed himself when out for drinks. He stuck to soda or a mocktail while acting the biggest fool among other drunks. How he let himself go tonight made no sense to the rest of you, nor were you that concerned. He acted no different to any other day, albeit a little clingier. Gojo was always loud.

"He's an idiot," Shoko said when you stared too long at his bobbing head. You turned your attention to her as she filled your glasses for the third round. "I doubt he even had two drinks."

"Yeah." You laughed to yourself, shifting in your booth seat. "It's kind of funny." You looked back at him when he toyed with the tiny umbrella in his drink. His mouth dropped in a pout with the overhead light reflecting off of his shades. "I don't think I've ever seen him drunk."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. He's not going to drink again after this."

You hummed. "Guess he really is a lightweight."

"Nice bracelet," Shoko said. You looked down to where she pointed at the shiny bangle on your wrist. "Where'd you get it?"

"I got it as a present from my mom." You twisted your wrist a little to show it off. "Between this or the fuzzy socks I got from her and the fountain pen from my dad, this one seemed appropriate for tonight."

"Would have loved to see you in your fuzzy socks." Shoko rested her chin in her hand.

"Yeah, I guess." You set your wrist down and shrugged. "I don't know. It feels like we're not close anymore."

"Are you going home for New Year's?"

You shook your head. "No point in trying."

She narrowed her eyes. "I get it." She sighed and took a drink from her glass. "It's a tough job with tough hours."

"Sometimes, I wonder if I should have taken my cousin's advice and worked an office job." You pouted. "Then again, that's a whole different hell."

"No rest for the wicked."

"No." You sighed and sank deeper into your chair.

An arm quickly slung around your shoulder. At the same moment, they tugged, dragging you down into someone's chest. You floundered and stabilized yourself before you could fall out of the booth. Your hands gripped the table for purchase. Your heart raced from the jolt

"Why the long face?" Gojo chastised you,bending his knees. "It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!"

You frowned at him. "Gojo!"

"Satoru!" He cheered with a big grin.

"Why aren't you at your booth?" You attempted to look over his shoulder at the long-abandoned booth, but Gojo pulled you closer.

"I got lonely. Nobody would sit with me." He leaned closer to look at both you and Shoko. "But that's fine because I got you two lovelies."

"Count me out." Shoko slipped out of her side of the boot and grabbed her drink. "I don't need a headache this early in the night."

You watched her helplessly. "Shoko."

"Take care." She half-heartedly waved before weaving around the bar to a different group.

You tried to follow her with your eyes, hoping she'd feel the heat of your stare, but Gojo wedged himself into the seat beside you clumsily with his arm still around your shoulders. He laughed boisterously and set his drink with the tiny umbrella on the table beside yours. Every move he made only jostled you.

"What's up!"

You frowned and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "Gojo..."

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" He tilted his head down, correcting it when it started to roll.

"Yes." You looked away flustered. "Many times."

"It's cute when you play hard-to-get."

The alcohol burned your cheeks. "We're dating."

"You don't act like it." He absentmindedly blew air into your face.

"That's-" You were at a loss.

He wasn't wrong. The two of you started dating four months prior, after his constant and incessant flirting. Contrary to popular belief, you were the one to ask him out. It took small deliberation on his part before he agreed to be your boyfriend, only after you swore it didn't have to be serious. He didn't like serious. You accepted that.

So, the sudden personality flip this past month embarrassed you to no end. He was touchy and affectionate like no tomorrow. You struggled to keep up with this change. It happened out of nowhere. From casual dates and hookups to him being everything he agreed not to be. You worried you'd find a heart box of chocolates on your counter tomorrow morning for Christmas.

"What, you don't like me?" He pouted and leaned closer.

"I like you," you assured, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from falling onto you. "I'm just- you're drunk and you won't remember this tomorrow. So, I don't see why we should discuss it now."

"I'll remember." He pulled away to pout more. "I'm not going to forget what you said."

"Gojo." You sighed and started over. "Satoru-"

He hummed in content and fell into you, burying his face in your neck. "Yeah?"

"Why are you so...different?"

He slumped against your shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't like this a month ago." You tried to pull away to look at him, but he wrapped his arm around your side, keeping you locked in place. "You're really touchy."

"I'm your boyfriend," he answered breezily, if a little slurred. "I want to be a good boyfriend."

Your stomach twisted into a knot. "Satoru-"

"I love you," he muttered. He buried himself into your neck more. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You lost your breath, trying to decide if what you heard was real. It was a mistake. He mumbled and you misheard.

"What?"

He nuzzled your neck. "I love you," he said with more clarity.

"Satoru." You managed to nudge him away so you could look at him properly. You pushed his shades up to his hairline and saw his eyes for the first time that night. Red-rimmed and shiny with unshed tears. You inhaled softly. "Satoru, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I love you." He turned you to him and held you by the shoulders. "That's enough, right?"

The look in his eyes told you he wasn't all there. As if he was looking right through you. You ignored the rest of the noise from the bar and focused on Satoru. Even if he weren't drunk, you would be worried. 

"Yes. Of course, that's enough." You nodded your head.

"You don't have to love me back," he said, pulling you into a hug as he buried his head in your shoulder. "It's okay. Don't leave."

"I won't." You returned the hug. Was this moving too fast? Were you ready for the next step in your relationship? Would he feel the same way in the morning? Would you? It didn’t matter."And I love you too."

He laughed breathlessly into your shirt. "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask."

He pulled away slightly to bring his mouth to yours. It was slow and hesitant, the way he hovered. In the long second he hesitated, you wondered what would come of this. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before he closed his eyes and relinquished himself to the kiss. You reciprocated with ease, relaxing your body and melting into him.

When he broke the kiss, he buried his face in your shoulder again. "I love you, Suguru."

Your heart stopped beating.

Satoru nuzzled you closer. "Don't leave this time."

You swallowed dryly.

He slumped against you. "I love you."

+

[tocomplainfriend]

Funny thing (not really) I’ve noticed is that Viv has always fetishized m/m relationships. There’s obviously Stolitz, but it goes back way further. There’s Addison from Zoophobia being shipped with a guy who works at his high school, but to mention that Viv has drawn NSFW of them despite Addison canonically being a minor. There’s also Autumn and Rusty, the former whom gets bullied by Rusty cause Rusty is secretly in the closet. Ten years later and she’s still weird about m/m relationships.

TW: fetishizing Queerness

I tried to search a little for Addison's age. In the wiki, that I know Viv did not write it says he is 18, other post say 17- there are people saying the age got changed too? I know almost nothing to zoophobia- if anyone knows about this claim, share your knowledge and importantly evidence of the age thing in specific? I do know about those snake drawings. And also was Viv 19? Have no clue-so I'm not gonna super talk about it without knowledge.

About the Rusty thing, I don't think Viv is a good enough writer (of relationships especially, cause Stolitz mainly) to pull that relationship or story. I don't think she can pull the idea of the closeted bully, purely by the fact that she doesn't understand or acknowledge the problems Stolitz has. If she needs to put down characters to make Stolas seems better and try to justify the power imbalance. I don't think she could write this if she wanted to. This closeted gay bully is such an old trope, too. I think the worst you can do (also as a non-amazing writer) is actually tried to make a romance out of it? Cause a lot of these tropes are more like "HAHA THE BULLY IS GAY HAHAHA", rather than "aww the bully was just sad and gay all along". I don't like it. (also this includes when the bully doesn't bully his romantic interest)

A lot of problems in mlm stuff Vivziepop does is similar to those Yaoi fetishization shit. Where there are also power imbalance. Also, this treatment of the characters like Moxxie? Like he is bi, and with Millie- and his treatment is so shitty. The hole thing of MILLIE PEGS MOXXIE, and that funny cause is less manly of him? Or where the succubus sexually assault them and that is funny??? (that one is not even Blitz being an asshole to him, it's made to act funny). As soon there is something viewed as feminine from him, the show makes fun of him. His feminine appearance in Unhappy campers also leads to make fun of him. Where he is the most vulnerable and insecure is that episode. He is more objectified in a feminine appearance.

Just the entirety of Stolitz is literally a lot of yaoi-sh problems. Also, I do see a lot of red flags in how they wrote Fizz and Asmo'. Because Fizz was insecure af, that he needed the approval of Mammon as an imp. Mammon was using the power that he had over Fizz to use him to get money. He got his approval from Asmo another sin in a higher position of power. (The power imbalance is not the problem vibes). Plus, The Big dominant protector and the sub small uwu cure relationship. Fizz, compared to the first time he appeared, he is so vulnerable and acts so cutesy. Like, the confidence he had during the S1, disappeared so bad. Acting so nice to Glitz and Glam, felt like cutting out all attitude to "uke-fing" him into needing a savior. They make him so powerless

Fizz, a quad amputee, was put in a vulnerable situation related to his trauma and where he lost all his limbs and horns. All to make Blitz "redeem" himself and make them friends again... THAT SUCKS.

Also, there was the fact of how over-sexual all the male mlm characters are, too. Like, Chaz was so much more sexual than Verosika as a succubus.

IT JUST SUCKS.

[marifilue]

Since I've been kinda busy, here's a little peek for What Makes Us Human Part 3: Glimpse Of The Past

•••

Logan’s eyes were sharp as he watched you line up another shot, this time at a squirrel nestled on a higher branch. You steadied your aim, but when you squeezed the trigger, it was with just enough force to send the shot wide, the squirrel scurrying off into the trees. Logan’s low chuckle made you glance over, and you saw that familiar, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Didn’t miss that one by accident, did you?” he remarked, amusement glinting in his eyes. "I told you I'm just a bit rusty." You said again.

“You didn't squeeze the trigger, you flick em with your finger way too harsh. Trying to scare it off, maybe?” Logan teased which caught you off guard, you raised an eyebrow, studying his expression. “You sound just like my old man.” You told him, recollecting lost memories since you haven't heard those words in ages. Stop pulling the trigger, you need to squeeze it. Your father used to scream those combination of words every. Single. Time. A rifle is in your hand. Stop pulling it, just squeeze.  "You two used to hunt together?" Logan voice a bit softer, suddenly brings you back from the pit and let the lost memories to float away once again.

•••

I'm having so much fun with this miniseries since it's my first, I can actually write so much about rifles because I grew up with them, it's been a big part of my teenage years since I do target shooting as sport for years.

Read part 1 & 2 here!

[ninakuli]

Heyyy I have a request Abt rusty nail how would he react to his fem!s/o having a piercing below the belt 😶‍🌫️? If you don't feel comfortable writing this ignore it. I hope you have a great dayyyy ❤️

How Rusty nail react to his fem!s/o having a piercing below the belt:

⚠️Warning⚠️: Have NSFW, Female reader

I'm sorry it's short and take a while but I hope you enjoy and thank you wish you have a wonderful week too💜.

Special tag: @sh1n0o

If he haven't watch it he might think nothing.

When he see the piercing he feel you hot af.

Imagine when he grab your waist and run his finger inadvertently around it.

And keep whisper praise into your ear, like "You so hot baby."

He will love watch you wear very short shirt then he can watch your piercing.

If you go to get a piercing at a gift for him he will take care and concern when you still healing.

Watching your sexy waist plus your beautiful make he feel hot and hard.

Your piercing can help the foreplay ; )

And when you have a 'joy ride' on the bed he definitely love Missionary position, cuz he can watch your beautiful face and sometimes his eyes will be attract by your piercing.

Extra:

You decided to prepare a surprise for Rusty, when he go to work and about one week won't back home you use go to buy things to sneaky do the piercing, why need find a excuse? Because you knew Rusty have eyes anywhere so if you sneaky leave he will know.

When he come back home you specifically wear a coat outside "Miss me honey?" "Very much old man, I have a surprise for you~" "Surprise?" "Yeah! Get ready..." When you show him he speechless a while, he never can know you can be more attract more than before, then he will start praise you but he will ask it will hurt or not at the same time, he like you so hot but he still don't want you hurt, when he check you all okay all fine he keep appreciate it that times and maybe will be more horny.

[plasterhound]

7, 10 and 15 for Five Pebbles and Looks to The Moon

HI SOSA !!!

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Hmm its been a while since i rlly interacted w the fandom and stuff but i rlly like when they make pebbles and moon weird. like. less people and more incomprehensible intelligence. does that make sense?? i see this more w pebbles anyway, but i actually dont rlly like that much when they make him too... expressive? like. he's just so weird his puppet doesnt emote and he moves it like a real fucking hand puppet its soo weird we need more of that. idk man words are so hard... maybe im making shit up too cuz as i said its been a while since i interacted w the fandom. theres this fanart though with him staring at survivor while upside down and i think thats really cool. Thats not him!! thats just an arm with a pink sock on its hand!! Anyways after all this shit. i rlly like when ppl draw moon rusty and dirty af and covered in moss even. I love her

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

No lmao i think theyd hate me 😭😭😭 if i was an ancient at least. at best id just live my life gaslighting myself into thinking i dont gaf abt the fact im living on top of a being that could just kill me if it wants to and they wouldn't even know i exist. at worse they would talk shit abt me and the other ancients to survivor. if i was a slugcat though i think me and moon would be friends cuz im really smart and well behaved and i love listening to women talk about stuff my brain wasn't made to understand

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

I'm sorry rain worlders but i dont like any rw ships 🥲 and i triedd theyre just not my vibe.... im in for the weird shit and ugly animals and random gods not for romance unfortunately.... but if i had to choose one i think id be lttmxsliver of straw! its the most interesting one to me. also its yuri

[madisonmontgomeryimagines]

Cordelia dragging the girls to a funfair for family bonding. The witches end up in bumper cars, Madison grumpily hops in reader’s car because "I’m not driving this thing", except that everyone has grudges (playful or not) against Madison who becomes a living target, so r has to face constant assaults + Madison being dramatic af

"What? I'm not driving one of these rusty cans." Madison sounded a little too defensive when your incredulous gaze lingered on her for too long after she sank into the cramped car beside you.

"Oh yeah, it has nothing to do with knowing you've been an asshole to just about everyone earlier in the week?" You elbowed her in the ribs lightly, shaking your head in amusement. "So you're going to bring me down with you."

"I was thinking of you more as a human shield, but sure."

"Wow, get out of my car." Your voice lacked any real bite, and the drone over the speakers was finally coming to an end, the bumper cars beginning to hum to life now that everyone had gotten situated.

This was a complicated position to be in; while you weren't complaining in the slightest to have the blonde beside you, you were the only ones sharing a car. That significantly increased how many people were now going to beeline towards you to get to Madison. You supposed you enjoyed a challenge- you must if you were so smitten with Madison Montgomery after all.

"If you get me killed, don't resurrect me, I want to haunt you all," you flashed a grin at your companion before the car lurched forward under your control. Knuckles pale on the steering wheel, you cut it left and felt a small spark of hope when you narrowly avoided Zoe's car barrelling at you. The relief was short-lived when Queenie's car hit yours, colliding with Madison's side of it so hard that your car bounced back a little.

Madison's startled scream both made you jump and made you struggle not to laugh, missing half of what she was shouting at the other girl before a second impact urged you to get back into motion. Cordelia was probably the only one mature enough to not use this opportunity as a free for all, which meant you would have to target her while trying to avoid-

Two more bumper cars stopped you in your tracks, spinning your car around a few inches.