#backwall

[muktepavel]

ACQUA DI PARMA BACKWALL

[sasster]

if u have a friend/ship with me our ocs spent halloween together and also they ate so much candy and now they are spending the last of the night watching scary movies

[noir-renard]

Me, squinting at this: computer, enhance (zooms in manually)

Me, full of hope and needing to double check: enhance, I say!

*cries in Asexual Jason Todd rep* 🥺💜🥺🖤🥺🤍🥰 YES!!!!

they are each going for a different genre of music and it sounds horrendous together but they are having fun i think.

my piece for @batfam-au-zine !

[rainingmusic]

Dozer - Days of Future Past

[bullet-prooflove]

Poolside: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @cosmic-psychickitty @puredicks @queenslandlover-93

Companion piece to:

Lipstick (NSFW) - It's love at first blow job for Dr Robby.

Crisis - Robby has a bad day.

ASMR For The Soul - Robby doesn't sleep when you're not around.

Bunny - Robby discovers you've been keeping secrets.

Something To Complain About (NSFW) - You ignite the ire of Robby's neighbour with your bedroom noises.

Noise Cancelling - Robby discovers his neighbour keeps a spreadsheet of your antics.

Sometimes after shift Robby ends up at the pool. It’s never a conscious decision. It’s just when he’s had a shitty day he wants to be wherever you are and on Tuesdays and Thursdays that’s late nights at one of the city pools teaching adults or kids how to swim.

Tonight it’s the preschool class. Most the kids in the pool are age 4+, there’s another lifeguard Brandon in with them instructing them while you assess the lesson from a bench against the backwall, where the kids towels are all nearly bundled up in a row.

There’s a couple of parents scattered around waiting for the session to end on the bleachers. He finds a spot with his cold brew, a small distance away because he doesn’t have the bandwidth for small talk with soccer moms or preppy dads, not after the day he’s had.

It’s when your mentee begins helping the kids out the pool that the trouble starts. A six year old in lime green swimming trunks doesn’t want to leave the water and starts hauling ass towards the deep end. Brandon’s trying to coral the other kids to make sure they don’t follow in his tracks when you rise to your feet and bellow “Joel. Come away from there.”

The kid ignores you, paddling with his float, his little legs pumping as fast as he can.

Robby knows you see it coming, the same way that he does, the evitability of tiring after that burst of energy. You raise to your feet, slipping out of your flip flops, unzipping your fleece and shucking out of those gym shorts the dads have been ogling you in. You come to stand on the edge of the pool before you take a deep breath and dive.

It’s a quick, fluid motion that looks like something out of a mermaid movie, the water shimmering as the momentum carries you along the bottom of the pool. It’s just as Joel’s starting to panic that you break the surface. You bob up alongside him, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck before you start a slow swim back to the shallow end, the kid crying into your hair.

You hand him off to Brandon, who gets him out of the water, returning him to a mom who has barely looked up from her phone the entire time. 90 % of the rescues you undertake are due to lack of parental supervision, the other 10% are heart attacks.

He waits for the rest of the parents to filter out before he descends the steps slowly, stepping up to the edge as you swim towards him.  

“You getting in?” You ask as his bag slips off his shoulder and lands on the tiles beside him.

“Don’t have a swim suit.” He says toeing off his boots.

“Since when has that ever stopped you?” You tease as you lie back to float and his dick twitches at the sight of you in that swimsuit, the way it clings to your body. “I’ll even let you do a cannon ball.”

“You’re sure they’re  gone?” He asks as he unfastens his watch, setting it on the bench.

Your gaze shifts to the office on the other side of the glass, you watch it click off before the door beyond it closes. “Brandon’s just left so it’s just you and me now Robby.”

You watch him undress, the navy blue fleece followed by his white t-shirt revealing that firm chest you love to mark up and that silver St Luke’s pendent that Dr Adamson gifted to him after he completed his residency. His combat pants follow suit, landing in the same heap with the rest of his clothes.

“You sure about that cannon ball?” He asks.

“Oh absolutely.”

The moment he jumps it’s like everything else disappears. The stress of the day, it completely evaporates and there’s just the sensation of the water immersing him, drowning out all of the noise in his head. He tries to keep that feeling as long as he can, holding his breath until his lungs feel like they’re about to give out.

When he breaks the surface he comes after you, sweeping you into his arms, making you laugh. There is nothing in the world like that sound, it lights something up deep inside his soul, pushing away the darkness and drowning it out with sunshine.

“Better?” You ask as his forehead comes to rest against yours.

“Much.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes. “It always is when I’m with you.”

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Funky, artsy, gated house for rent in Granite Bay, CA. Rent it furnished or unfurnished. Oh, I would definitely want this place furnished. Only $8,950mo., but this house is special. You have to see it.

What is that? Art? A car port?

The tastefully decorated garage has a mirrored backwall and a tile floor.

Double doors open to the grand entrance. Need a hand going up the stairs? And, this is why you have to rent it furnished- all the decor ties in with this funky hand rail.

Look at these art pieces.

Here we have a more traditional fireplace and some lively patterns. Attractive built-ins, too.

Check out the chairs in the dining room. They give a whole new meaning to ladderback chairs.

Unusual kitchen cabinets. I like the black brick enclosure for the cooktop. The laundry is in the pantry back there.

Interesting bath. Look at the sink.

These stairs!

Wow, look at the 2nd fl. coming up the stairs.

There's a catwalk.

It leads to this family room. Interesting wall.

How could anyone take this unfurnished? The art.

Nice bedroom suite.

Love this room, it looks like PeeWee's Playhouse.

The primary bedroom is gigantic.

The ensuite is huge.

Down a few stairs they have a home gym.

Outside under a terrace, there's an outdoor kitchen.

Art in the garden, including a pyramid. More art is on the grounds.

Free-form natural looking pool.

We've now entered the underground meditation cave. This upper part has exercise equipment.

And, a sauna.

The cave is back here.

Here we are. So, it looks like it has a sand floor, and there's a sofa with an ottoman/cocktail table.

And, there's a rocky shower. Is this the foundation of the house, or did they bring this rock in?

I guess that this is also part of the meditation cave, b/c of the Buddhas on the wall, but it looks like the house's foundation.

After meditating, you could go into the hot tub. There's even art behind it. Well, I think that if money was no object, this would be a fun place to rent.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/8985-Vista-De-Lago-Ct-Granite-Bay-CA-95746/188086108_zpid/

[fooltofancy]

iunno man

is it worth it to use twenty-four slots to quilt a floor? no. am i gonna do it anyway? well.

[magickpancakes]

Finished the ref for Technologickal_Flapjacks :3

extra info on her below

she / her the "Evil Version" of MagickPancakes. Some weird protogen-cat-naga creature. Same person as MP, in the sense that her sexuality and opinions remain largely the same, however has a snappier and more sarcastic personality

Face, belly diamond, and inner ears are screens. and can display images. those images are not limited to the black and green color palette usually displayed, however she tends to stick to those colors (could play Bad Apple, good luck gettin her to do that tho)

All of the bright green markings all over her body glow, her neck and tail stripes being the least bright and her "core" and face being the most bright

ears are purely decorative, she mainly hears through her antenna, and through a mic placed under her chin (like, the underside of her snoot, yknow?)

the "core" on her chest is also decorative, with the backwall of it being LED lights, its covered by a green piece of glass with a cat sticker stuck on the inside of it, there is also a loose wire hanging near the top of the "core"

Doesnt like and will not wear any type of clothing, however, will tolerate stickers and some hair accesories. only temporaraly tho, mainly because she "doesnt want to look like some stupid kid's toy" and would "rather look professional and sleek, just how i was designed"

constantly checks her appearance for that reason

tail spike/sword/whatchamacallit is solid and sharp, like a knife (sharpens and maintains it often)

Hair is synthetic, and connects to the ears, kinda like a hood of sorts yknow? like, if ya took off the hair, ya would end up uncovering her ear mechanics and the back of the screens

obnoxious, loud, and rude. will take your stuff without asking, leave empty containers instead of replacing them, but is annoyingly passive-aggresive about you doing your share of chores (this is only if you happen to be living with her or smth, which is unlikely)

resting bitch-face, and tbh, just bitch by default

wont pay attention in conversations (unless its important), will like, check her nails, check herself in a mirror, fix her hair, all while going "uh huh.... thats crazy..." 5000 times

acts very aloof and snobby, even around people she'd consider "acquaintances". will make fun of you if she notices smth.

has standards to her belittling however, will not make fun of: race, ethnicity, sexuality, gender, pronouns, loss of loved ones, weight, appearance, disabilities, boundaries, etc. (shes an asshole, but shes not gonna make u feel terrible about shit ya cant control (at least not a lot)

will still mock ya for this but it wont be as fierce: interests, skills/skill level, crushes/love interests.. shit people close to u might comment on

hates physical touch, will not touch you, definitely wont let you touch her (mainly due to her wanting to remain clean and presentable, however, as noticeable she dont like other beings all that much)

this is probably gonna get added to or smth, or ya may find more snipits of info in future art, but ima be here for 3 hours if i dont stop now lol

[blubushie]

where did everyone who was on 4chan go? are they going to invade twitter again?

From what I've seen it looks like they've all flocked to 8chan. There's a lot of refugees on /pol/ and /b/ right now. I haven't checked any of the sister chans yet besides wizardchan and don't really care to.

I wouldn't say that 4chan would even bother invading Twitter anyway, considering that Twitter is already a cesspool of fascist propaganda and 85% bot population. This sentiment is shared by the refugees as well.

Knowing them, they'll keep to an imageboard—8chan, endchan...

The folks on /r9k/ and /x/ will probably skip over to wizardchan. Especially the robots—wizardchan often has themes of depression and cope and, from what I've heard recently, self-betterment that might actually genuinely have a positive influence on the neet robots.

It's genuinely kinda amusing and almost... poetic to me how this has all happened. The perpetrators of the hack came from soyjack.party (Sharty), which is an offshoot site that originally started from 4chan's /qa/ board, but it eventually devolved into a weird culture with constant soyjackposting and finally it got locked down by the jannies and nuked permanently after they raided /lgbt/ a few years ago. The actual site was built in 2020 but a lot of people migrated to it in 2021 after they were banned from 4chan for the /lgbt/ raid and the /qa/ board was nuked. But they got their original start on 4chan, so in a way 4chan kinda went full circle and kinda Ouroboros'd itself. The last raid 4chan ever did was on itself.

Anyway Hiroyuki (owner of 4chan since 2015, also the founder of 2channel, another imageboard) has said on Twitter that the site will be back up "later".

No fucking clue if he means later today, or some point in the future (my guess is likely the latter).

Technically it won't be too difficult to get back together—sure, the sourcecode leaked, but that's not really... needed? All they have to do is fix the exploit that allowed the site to be hacked anyway (which was a PDF decoding library with no backwalling). You can upload PDFs to some boards (first to mind is /sci/ and /tg/) but the site actually allows a few different file formats to be uploaded because it can't tell the different between .txt and .pdf files. So somebody uploaded a postscript with commands and basically gained entry to the site. The easiest way to fix it is, for the time being, just removing the ability to upload any text files.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🔦Rewind AU Snippet:

• It's cloudy outside, when they come in. They can already see the older TV and electronics along the backwall, as well as the rows and rows of old and used games and tapes. And for now, it's just them and their co-worker.

• Reader groans a little as they carry a box of old VHS tapes, feeling their back pop a little. Their co-worker is already grabbing the box from them and setting inside before they can blink. Huh. Must be a morning person. Reader walks back to the beat-up car, checking the trunk... and finds one more box. They're careful, lifting it up and bringing it inside. Their co-worker takes one look at the titles, and are eagerly grabbing one of the tapes.

• "Hey! Careful!" Reader grumbles, setting the box down on the counter as their co-worker pops in the tape. But they don't seem to hear Reader, too engrossed in whatever they're doing. "Reader, I can't believe you have all of these! You must have been quite the fan!" they chatter, and Reader turns to stare at them, unsure of what they're saying. "Fan of what?" Their co-worker grins, pressing the rewind button, watching the static on the glass screen. "The X-Men, duh. You have all of their tapes!" Reader feels a headache coming on. Did they take their medicine? "Oh, those were uhm, X-Men tapes...? Must have been from awhile back..."

• Their co-worker finally gets the tape at the beginning, then press the play button. Soon the theme song can be heard, and the episode plays in the background as the two of them sort through the various tapes and CDs and cassettes. The store doesn't open for the next few hours (thankfully) so they have some time to set up the new items. Reader can hear the faint buzz of the static play as they work, sorting through the box of old tapes as their co-worker moves some records to the back of the store. They find themself humming along for a moment, their head drifting into a peace they haven't felt in a while... But then they hear something, a clatter, and look up-

• Just to see the characters on the screen staring straight ahead... almost as though they're watching them... "Reader!" Reader's gaze breaks, then they're hurrying to the back to help their co-worker catch a radio that almost fell as they'd been restocking. It didn't take much time to set it back up, checking the antenna and dials, and when Reader found nothing broken or cracked, they wandered back towards the front of the store, then went back to sorting through the old tapes. Each one seemed in good condition, save for a bit of smudged marker or dust... But still... As Reader worked, they couldn't shake the feeling of something watching them.

• Their co-worker came back up about an hour later, panting and laughing a little, which was when Reader decided to ask them if they felt the same thing. "Like something's watching you... Hmmm... Nope! What? Are you not used to watching TV?" Reader blushed a little at that remark, frowning. "Um... no..." Their co-worker gasps, soon patting their shoulder. Reader jumps at the foreign touch, pulling back. "What?! No wonder you're so grouchy all the time! No one has ever shown you the joys of... animation!" You snort, earning a look. "That won't do! That's it! We're watching all of these tapes! Pop in another one when this one's done playing! I'll see you, once you've realized how awesome it is!" They playfully stuck their tongue out at you, and you snickered, just a small one. You sighed, turning back around once they left...

• And saw the screen seemed to be paused. Yet it couldn't be, because the music was still playing... You take a step closer, eyes squinting behind your glasses. The music is soft in the background, as is the cracked of quiet static. The screen isn't broken or cracked or glitching. But the characters stare for a minute, as though shocked or surprised to see something. With a worried shrug, you go back to what you were doing. Soon after, the video seems to play correctly again, because you can hear a conversation going on between the characters. As the minutes fly by, you're discovered that there were a few extra tapes, about an additional season or two's worth, and tucked those away. You can investigate those another day...

• It's almost a relief when the store opens, letting in the stray teens or tired adults or confused older folk, all of whom for reason or another have stopped at ReelTheatre to find something old ready to be used again. It's nice, every now and again, to see someone's eyes light up in happiness when they find something they've been looking for for quite some time... You're quiet, checking people out at the counter and bagging games and the occasional keyboard. It's almost nice, not being so busy or loud...

• "Hey, Reader, is the screen broken? I think your old VHS tape is stuck," your co-worker tells you near the end if your shift. They look puzzled, but not worried. You glance back at the screen- and see the characters staring out, but talking about something- then turn back to your co-worker. "Um... I'll look at it tonight. Let me grab it," you mutter, then approach the TV. You don't know why, but when you open the tape player and see the screen cut out.. for a second, the characters seemed pleased, even mentioning a visit... You're ready to go when it reaches 9:00pm, taking the tape home with you and a few others. It's quiet at night, walking home, but you carry your keys tightly in one hand, while your bag is carried over your shoulder. You feel a bit safer, just a little, with the added weight to the bag and the cold metal in your hand (it felt like you had weight between you and danger). Seeing the door to your home, you rush across the lawn to it, releasing a breath sigh.

• Opening the door and settling in, you start to feel better. Simply washing off, drying your hair, and relaxing into the couch felt good after that uneasy feeling all day. You huffed a little, thinking about it. Why were you worried? What could put you so on edge? You tried to think of the answer as you checked over the tapes, rewinding them and making sure the film didn't break or tear. Was it the fact it was getting colder? Or that it was darker earlier? You just- it seemed stupid now, bit you still weren't sure why you'd felt that way. You pop in one of tapes, letting it start while you prepare dinner from whatever you have in the pantry or refrigerator...

• And hear an odd conversation cominh from the screen-

• "I haven't seen 'em in a while, but I sure do miss 'em..." "It's okay; I'm sure we'll be seeing them soon!" "Of course; I hear they're coming back quite soon, in fact." "Well, that just means we'll be ready for them. Right, team?" "Got it, boss! Wonder what they're up to now~!" "Well, mehybe dinner is a good idea, eh? Gambit's cookin' somethin', an' it's almost done!"

• You hum a little, scooping out some buttered rice, then mixing in the sausage, sauce, shrimp and herbs of jambalaya... It smells warm, like warm rooms and nice people and bright smiles and heavenly spice... You go to sit down on the couch, blowing on a spoonful of your dinner... and see the X-Men eating some, too, on the screen. For a minute you feel that sense of unease again-

• But you push it down, breathing in deep amd eating your food. The spicy yet hearty taste is warm and flavorful on your tongue, and you can't help but smile a little...

• "Well... ain't it nice ta have dinner together, as a family~?♡"

• That night, you find it easy to fall asleep...

• And in the morning, you take the tapes back to work with you, ready to start another day...

• And so the adventure begins~

( @thewickedweiner @sugar-soda @danni1323 @vivid-bun @weebwholovesuchihasasuke @crowwithguns @roxanndrummond @opossumdaydreamz I hope this feeds the imagination for a bit~ I'm liking this AU, and depending on how dark you want it, Cube Anon, this can get pretty dark... How dark do you want to go?)

[ancha-aus]

it is hard to explain but.

Whenever i imagine nightmare's castle. I always imagine him to have this large multifloor foyer. With like a grand staircase. But so big that you get just intimidated by it. With stained glass windows of his gangmembers (they are his loyal warriors. They arr his investments.)

But at the backwall? By the staircase end is just a stained glass window of him.

See my very quick sketch

Ignore the like. Bigger dots in some of the lines. I was trying to remember vanishing points lmao.

Maybe i will look up a tutorial on vanishing points ans try this with more time and patience one day... probably not though

[lobautumny]

So like, there's some really shitty video that this toy saw a while back about QoL mods in Terraria and how if you install all of them and then crank all of their settings up to the maximum, then the game basically plays itself. The whole video was weirdly hostile and vindictive and effectively just made fun of the concept of QoL features/mods as a whole. But it stuck in this toy's mind, not because the video itself holds any value, but because the core topic of how quality of life & accessibility features have a tangible impact on a game's design is really interesting and nobody talks about it with any kind of nuance.

So like, Terraria is obviously a very different game from what it used to be. But all of the raw content (hardmode, bosses, biomes, weapons, NPCs, etc.) that always gets the spotlight in updates only makes up a relatively-small portion of that outside of, like, the tinkerer’s workshop from 1.1, and damage classes being added in 1.0.6, both being relatively-early additions. The plethora of things that were changed/added to make the game look nicer also aren't the core thing responsible, obviously. So what is the biggest reason modern Terraria feels so alien when compared to 1.0.X versions, or even 1.1?

It's the quality of life features. Inventory management got exponentially easier/more efficient, you have a minimap at all times, smart cursor lets you expend far less effort mining and dealing with backwalls, there are special equipment slots for grappling hooks and light pets, grappling hooks are bound to a hotkey instead of being an item that you need to manually select and use, you can use items directly from your inventory instead of needing to place them in your hotbar and then select that hotbar slot, you automatically walk up 1-block inclines and open/close doors as you walk through them, there’s a plethora of features to make getting around the world trivial, the start of the game moves way faster due to the player getting access to better equipment faster, block-swapping exists… This toy posits that this is all why Terraria feels like a fundamentally different game. In old versions, it felt like you had to fight tooth and nail to get anything accomplished, but nowadays, everything feels all buttery-smooth. The main friction you encounter in progressing through the game is with boss fights, as Re-Logic obviously intends.

Now, obviously, it would be insane and stupid to claim that Terraria is a worse game, right now, than it was all the way back in the 1.0.X era, and it would be even stupider to claim that it’s worse because it has QoL features. However, this toy does not believe that every single QoL feature added to the game was inherently objectively positive or correct from the game's inception. Rather, they were natural, smart conclusions for Re-Logic to come to with the direction they decided to take the game in as it continued development. But this was not the only direction Terraria’s development could have taken.

There’s a very unique feeling to old-ass Terraria versions, and it sucks that tracking down and playing these versions is so goddamn hard. You only ever have a vague idea of where you are because there’s no map to use as reference so you’re heavily encouraged to keep most of your stuff on the surface, and to build infrastructure to connect important things underground/in the sky so you don’t get lost. Everything is so unwieldy that building a simple house and making it look remotely nice feels like a herculean effort, enemies kick your ass way harder earlygame due to decent gear being much harder to access, and there’s a lot more gravity to the choices you make in what gear you use, because it’s a lot harder to hot-swap your armor and accessories when you're not actually at your base, which is harder to get to/from due to the world being far more difficult to navigate, as a whole.

This all leads to an exponentially slower game than modern-day Terraria is, where every single thing you do needs to be deliberate and well-thought-out, and everything takes a much longer time to do. This toy remembers spending weeks as a kid building housing for the meager number of NPCs that were in the game back then, alongside farms for all of the potion-making herbs and a big obsidian generator, and all of that could be accomplished in a single play session in 1.4.X.

There is a universe in which Terraria saw minimal QoL updates and instead leaned really hard into this direction, making a slow, exploratory game where the player’s power level very slowly increments upwards and you’re encouraged to build largescale infrastructure rather than the (relatively) fast-paced boss rush where your power balloons out of control immediately and your infrastructure is a fast-travel teleportation network that takes minimal effort to set up that the game currently is, and that version of the game would not have been wrong, inherently. It would’ve been more niche, for sure, but it wouldn’t have necessarily been bad, or even worse than the current game is.

This is what makes this toy sad that old Terraria versions are so difficult to get ahold of, as well as what fascinates it so much about the retro Minecraft community. Speaking of, let’s switch gears and talk about Minecraft for a bit.

Minecraft, as it’s sure most of the people reading this are well-aware, has recently been having something of a renaissance in its retro community, the people who prefer alpha and/or beta versions of the game to the modern game. A handful of complete overhaul mods have come out for these versions (notably, Better Than Adventure and ReIndev) that put interesting spins on the game’s design, basically asking the question, “What if Mojang decided on a different direction for Minecraft to take from this point in time?”

A lot of these mods cast aside the instant-gratification convenience and linear progression of modern Minecraft in favor of slower-paced, more survival-ey gameplay, placing more emphasis on the act of exploring your world and gathering resources as the core gameplay loop as opposed to… Well, modern Minecraft really doesn’t have much of a core gameplay loop to speak of, and that’s sort of the problem, now isn’t it? This toy doesn’t want to get too far into all of this, though, as its thoughts on Minecraft’s game design are not the focus of this essay. Rather, it wants to put the spotlight onto Minecraft’s community.

An ever-increasing number of people have been growing more and more critical of Minecraft over the last 5 or so years. It’s obviously always had its detractors, but in recent time, there have been more of them that have gotten more vocal, and it’s become pretty normal to have the take that Minecraft has been getting worse lately. And a big culprit that people keep pointing to is QoL. One of the most common criticisms of Minecraft online is that quality of life features have made it way too easy to trivialize the process of blasting through the game’s content, getting obnoxiously overpowered enchanted diamond (or netherite) gear, reaching the End, and getting access to elytra and shulker boxes.

Despite both being excessively popular games that have been made far easier through their QoL changes and overall polish, that have both been in constant development for over a decade at this point, the critical responses to those features in Terraria and Minecraft could not be more different. This is amusing, and gets at something deeper with regards to game design that this toy doesn’t know it’s ever heard anyone actually say: Quality of life features are fantastic tools for reducing the noise that gets in the way of a game’s vision, but when you add them haphazardly and/or with no real vision for what you want your game to be in the end, you can very easily wind up accidentally removing a large portion of what could’ve otherwise become compelling parts of your gameplay loop. They need to be used intelligently, or they can, in fact, harm your game and make a significant contingent of your playerbase enjoy it less.

[smilingshxdows]

@kaminoshisha descends upon a new disciple...

It had been quite a bit since Margaret was holed up in here. She'd been watched diligently by Kakuzu, her captor, until recently.

She couldn't count how long it'd been. Maybe a good... three days? She was at least fed in between so that she didn't waste away back in these holding cells, but still... the wait to be seen felt like an eternity. There were likely other matters that needed to be tended to before her. She just hated being made to wait for her fate like this.

Margaret was resting on the backwall, expecting her original captor to be here by now. She can hear oncoming footsteps heading in her direction, but... the gait is different. Usually she's used to the very firm and loud footsteps of the taller man, but these were softer. Like a ghost bouncing about the halls. She tracked the footsteps as they got closer, trying to decipher who was behind them.

And then... a face stepped in from the dim lighting of the outside. Soft, feminine, ghostly... and flat without emotion. Margaret’s brows furrowed, unsure what to make of this woman. She was briefed on their intentions, but... she still wasn't sure if she could trust them.

"...I assume you're the one meant to see me." She sneered.

[bullet-prooflove]

Bourbon: Daniel LaRusso x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

Danny is waiting for you at the hotel bar. He’s sipping from a glass of whiskey as he studies the ornate design work that lines the backwall. He’s always been captivated by it, the swirls in the wrought iron, the way the black offsets the gold. It’s one of your pieces, the first one he ever laid eyes on. He remembers thinking how subtle it was, how beautiful and then he met you and he understood completely.

His gaze catches yours in the reflection of the mirror that’s set into the design. You’re wearing that pretty black dress he likes. The one he made love to you in for the first time.

It may have started off as sex, two lonely divorces seeking comfort in each other but it’s become so much more than that. He smiles when you approach him, his fingertips pushing a glass of bourbon towards you. You smile back and instead of sitting down you tuck a hotel room key into his breast pocket off his suit.

“Bring it with you.” You murmur into his ear, your palm coming to rest lightly on his chest. “You can lick it off me once we get to the room.”

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[zsnes]

Digging up into a worms guts... Hitting a worms backwalls... Giving a worm a clitoral orgasm... Bringing a worm home from the bar... Exploring a worm sensually

[edenspoem]

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⤹𓍢ִ໋i am a firm believer that ellie loves head scratches. when you knead your fingertips in her scalp, it's like her own physical heaven. do it while she's talking, and her voice trails off into a pleased groan. her words enlongate like 'oooohhhh', and she rolls her pupils to the backwall of her head. she's a literal dog. lovesssss those little skritches. boyyyyy do not get me started on neck massages. she's so tense as it is. any strain melting off her muscles by the magic of your touch has her moaning and leg twitching. even just outside intimate moments. she'll even jokingly say ''oh yeah baby, that's the spot.. oof..'' cuz she's goofy like that. once you stop, she scoffs in a hoarse breath and goes ''you didn't even get to my back!'' voice pitching up with that witty smile. she knows she can persuade you. ⁶⁶⁶⛧