#dude didnt even Blink

[tomatolandsca]

Honestly what in the actual fuck Ford was doing in that Shack because I just can't possibly think of a reason he owned a haunted playball machine or even a copying machine that copied people. His main research method was fucking around and finding out and I really respect that.

[li-esonthefloor]

NO BUT REALLY where the fuck is julius. do you know how hard it is for me to whump ludger during the game's events and i'm stopped by the part where julius has every reason and motivation to be present and just ISN'T??? (even chronos chasing him for like four waymarker chapters and another exodus attack doesn't make sense for chronos) i know julius' character profile in the encyclopaedia implies he just couldn't bring himself to face ludger and answer but its just that the entire game is structured around not letting these two talk to each other or else the entire plot would fall apart and i just [bloody stick figure biting] how am i supposed to write ludger suffering without julius when it doesn't even make sense to me that julius would have zero contact with ludger.

*lies down* i love x2 very much but there's a reason why a grand total of none of my finished fic ideas happen during canon 😂

anyway maybe that jogs your memory of what you were thinking cheers

😂😂😂 ok i think i wondered about. maybe him doing some of his hiding in some fds on and off, for various purposes not necessarily limited to avoiding the cops (and his little brother) (should those be switched? 'his little brother (and the cops)'?). they could have had something useful for him in theory. idk how plausible that is since all the fd information should have gone straight through spirius, but also the man is very tech-savvy so who knows maybe he built a backdoor so he gets heads up when fds pop up or whatever that might not necessarily be canon speculation, it may be some kind of subplot in an au or something LOOOL i really dont remember....

[tommygettingwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[mojaves]

use youe fuckign indicators challenge

[endious]

WOW my day gets worse when i thought it was better !!

[gibbearish]

good news my prescription did in fact change so in a few weeks chabois getting new lenses

[ignoredbellyaches]

YOU LOOK LONELY... I CAN FIX THAT.

Sequel fanfic based ENTIRELY off of @void-dude 's AMAZING, beautiful, and incredibly scrumptious work

If Bill could sweat, he would be sweating bullets.

Ever since that damned dream of his, he had an even harder time getting Sixer off his mind.

What the hell WAS that anyway?

Ford was so... large. Larger than life. Like he knew everything, that he was strong and Bill-

Bill so... small. tiny. helpless.

Is that what Sixer had felt like when he?—

Bill decided it better not to think about that.

Tonight, he HAD to get that dream... nightmare... thingamajig back for research purposes, of course. It was the only thing he had thought about, and if there's one thing he's learned in this infernal hell known as "The Theraprism™", it was that exposure therapy could be effective.

After all, how hard could it be? Bill was a master of the mindscape, and even if his powers were... slightly nullified, he could surely still control HIS mind. It would be a piece of cake. He would reenter that dream, investigate, and be out in a jiffy. Before he could lose his nerve, Bill lied down and began the meditation to slowly empty his mind. It had come easily to him, slowly shifting from reality to his distorted brain, and then gradually transitioning that world of chaos-filled memories to an empty canvas he could manipulate. For the first time in a long time, Bill felt in control. His mind returned to him, and not the sobered one he was forced to endure during therapy, but his REAL one. His safe place. His kingdom. It was momentary bliss.

Bill, holding onto that relief, opened his eye. He suddenly remembered why he was so hesitant to return to this.

There Ford was, in all of his glory. Bill didn't have to look down to know he was once again bare to the giant in front of him. He was vulnerable. Ford, or at least a cruel representation of him (was he forgetting what he looked like?) smiled down at Bill.

"My muse." Ford breathed out, a crackling pop sound overlaying his voice, one that was infinitely louder than any thought Bill had.

Ford reached out, plucking Bill up like he was nothing. He carded his fingers between Bill's limbs, caressing the triangle with such agonizing care.

Ford brought him closer, reminsicent of a kid looking at a strange bug they had found. "You've finally returned to me."

Bill felt just as exposed as the first time, blinking back unexpected and unwelcomed tears. He weakly extended his hand to touch Ford-

"Ah, ah, don't move yet."

Bill quickly drew his hand away, almost hurt at the command yet still obeying without thought.

"I want to admire you, just a second longer."

Bill breathed out heavily, his vision beginning to blur. It was getting too clouded, too close, too much- Bill wanted out. he didn't want this anymore, he didnt want to be near him again, stop TOUCHING me, DON'T TOUCH ME, STOP-

The overhead light glared at Bill, screaming at him to get up.

The dream was over.

Bill was alone again.

...

requests/asks are open : )

[galaxyfever]

wrote this when gojo came back but forgot to upload >_<

You were staring at him.

He was staring back at you.

You opened your mouth to talk, but shut it back close, continuing to stare.

He blinked.

Yay. You thought. It's the first time you won a staring contest against him.

And as if he read your mind, he simply rolled his eyes.

"I know I've been gone but it was just like... 19 days."

"It felt like 1186 days."

He frowns, "How many years is even that- that's so oddly specific."

You stay unfazed, "I know right?"

He wanted to laugh at your monotonous tone, but he didn't.

"So..." folding your knees up on the sofa, you got a bit more comfortable, "I need to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Was there..."

He raised a brow. "Was there?"

A blush adorned your cheeks, as you cleared your throat and looked away, "Was there a gym in the prison realm-"

"Dude."

"Sorry."

The apology was instant, and you felt nervous, like you did before you both started dating, "That was insensitive of me. I don't know what it's like to be in there, I should be more understanding. It must have been horrible. I'm so sorry but I missed you so much-"

He smiled as he watched you ramble on.

"-and it was embarrassing when Yuuji saw me crying, he was like, 'don't cry, don't cry, everything will be alright,' and you know I have an ugly crying face-"

You paused as he cupped your cheeks, a giddy smile on his face, "...Satoru?"

His eyes were closed as he pecked your forehead, "On the contrary, I think you look beautiful when you are crying. But only the 'pleasure crying' though-

"Satoruoo~!" You groan, burying your face in his neck.

He just laughed, caressing your hair gently.

Sighing, you hugged him, moving to sit on his lap.

It has been only 19 days.

Just 19 days.

It was scary how lost you felt.

It was scary it felt like an eternity.

It was scary because you didnt know what you'd do if he didn't return.

Your bottom lip started wobbling as your arms around him tightened.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don’t cry. Don't cry-

"You can cry in front of me, you know?"

You sniffled as tears slipped past your eyes, "It was scary."

"I know." He mumbled, planting a kiss on your head, "But I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Mhm..."

You looked up at him, his eyes were glossy as well.

Chuckling through the tears, you reached up to cup his face, "I'm so glad you're here with me now."

He grinned, nuzzling his nose with yours, "And I'm not going away anywhere ever again."

not satisfied with the ending so might edit later, thanks for reading<33

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

is the door even locked?

pairing: soft dom/daddy hyunjin x curvy f.reader

genre: smut smutty smut

word count: ~1.7k

warnings: public sex. pet names, oral (f.receiving), spanking, gagging, unprotected sex, reader in sub space, so much praise

masterlist

You were wearing that skirt he liked. The black one with the zipper down the back. It hugged you in all the right places. All the places that he wanted to hug you. It stopped at about mid thigh, giving just enough of a peek when you moved the right way. Hyunjin loved all your curves, your tummy, your thighs, your ass. Oh the things he has fantasized about doing to you. You hadn’t been together all that long and hyunjin was trying to take it slow. He didn’t want to freak you out or scare you away, but god you made it hard when you wore that skirt.

This has been the longest meeting off his life. Chan kept droning on about dance this, and deadline that, and all hyunjin wanted was to get you home. If he could even make it that far. There was an empty practice room down the hall, he thought. Everyone would be going home, except maybe Chan. But he would probably go to his studio. If he could just get you alone-

“Hello? Earth to hyunjin.” He blinked and shook his head softly. You wondered what had him so distracted. He had been staring at you this entire meeting and you weren’t the only one that noticed. “Dude, are you even here right now?” Chan asked.

“Sorry, hyung.” He did his best to focus back on the meeting.

——

“Well I think that’s good for now, yeah?” Chan said, wrapping up. He closed his laptop and everyone started to disperse. You were headed to the door with jisung. He was telling you all about this new comic he bought. You didn’t really know much about that, but he was sweet. You laughed at something he said, then a hand gripped your forearm. You looked up to see hyunjin, looking a little wild eyed.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” He asked.

“Of course, jinnie.” You said, smiling at him. You said goodbye to jisung and soon you were the only two people left in the room. You could hear the voices of the other guys fading down the hallway.

Hyunjin pulled you close to his chest. “Why do you have to wear this skirt during meetings? Hmm? Got me in trouble with Chan for not paying attention.” His voice was quiet, but you had no trouble hearing him. His breath tickled your neck as he talked. “Such a little tease, showing off her thighs.” His hands traveled down, fingertips rubbing at the skin just under the hem of your skirt. “Be a good girl and let me see under it.”

“Jinnie we’re in the meeting room.” You told him.

“I know. I was going to take you home, but I didnt think I could make it that far. Then I thought about the empty practice room, but why not just stay here? There’s no one around.” He kissed your neck, hands finding your hips. “Just something to hold me over until we get home.”

He pushed you against the table, the edge hitting the back of your legs. His mouth found yours, and you started to get fuzzy. “Wait, is the door even locked?” You asked.

“Don’t care, princess.” He said against your mouth. Then he turned you around and bent you over the table. He ran his fingers up the backs of your thighs, his hands disappearing under your skirt. “I love your thighs baby. So soft, so beautiful.” His hands traveled farther up, until he was cupping your ass in his palms. “But I think I love this even more.” He said, squeezing. He pushed your skirt up so it was gathered around your waist, leaving your backside exposed to the cool air of the conference room.

He got down on his knees behind you. He kissed your left cheek, then your right, his hands rubbing back and forth across the soft skin. “You are so perfect, princess.” He nudged your legs a little further apart with his hands. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down to your ankles. He helped you step out of them. He leaned forward, extending his arm, panties in hand. “Open your mouth baby.” You did as he asked without even thinking, slipping further into sub space. He placed the balled up panties in your mouth. Once he was satisfied with your makeshift gag, he ran his hands slowly down your body. Across your back, and down to your hips which he gave a little squeeze.

“You are stunning.” He said. “Legs spread, ass up, and pussy glistening.” You couldn’t see him from this position but you imagined him licking his lips in anticipation. “Daddy is going to taste you now. Okay, princess? Does that sound good?” You nodded and moaned around the fabric in your mouth.

He leaned in and kissed your thighs, right where they met the bottom of your ass. He gripped you in his hands, spreading your cheeks apart, and he licked a slow stripe all the way from your clit to your asshole. You gripped the edge of the table.

“Fuck, baby.” He said, breathless. He smacked your ass and you let out a muffled yelp. “That gag is doing it’s job.” He smacked your ass again, then squeezed. “Gotta be quiet baby. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, now would you?” His hands traveled up and down your body, from your ankles to your hips, he worshiped you.

“So beautiful. My perfect baby.” He placed a wet kiss on your left cheek. You felt the tip of his finger at your entrance. You arched your back, trying to get closer. “So wet, princess.” He said, swirling his finger around before slowly pressing it into you. “And so tight.” He began pumping his finger in and out of you quickly. You were a moaning mess on the table, trying to muffle your noises even more by hiding your face in the crook of your arm. He added another finger. You felt you might scream. You wanted to beg him to fuck you. You needed him. Your pussy clenched around his fingers. He slowly pulled them out, and replaced them with his tongue. He moaned into you, enjoying your taste. He moved down to swirl his tongue around your clit. You could feel it building inside you, you felt like you were ready to explode.

He gripped your ass in his hands and squeezed as he sucked your clit into his mouth. He moaned around you, sending vibrations through your body. Your knees went weak, legs beginning to shake. He spanked you again and that’s all it took for you to completely unravel. You were sure someone heard your moans, you couldn’t control their volume. Your vision went blurry, your body fell slack against the table. “Good girl, angel.” Hyunjin said, standing up. He pulled you up, and turned you around, your ass resting on the table. You looked at him, a fucked out expression on your face, your eyes glassy. He removed your panties from your mouth, and placed them in his pocket.

He cradled your face in his hands, and kissed you gently. “Such a perfect girl for daddy.” He kissed both your cheeks, then the tip of your nose. His hands traveled down your body, past your breasts (which he squeezed), down your tummy, and settled on your hips. “Such a beautiful body. A goddess.” He grabbed you by the thighs and yanked, so your back was on the table and your pussy was pressed against his clothed, throbbing cock. You whimpered under him. “Gonna let daddy fuck this pretty pussy baby?” He asked, undoing his pants.

“Yes, please.” You said quietly, still recovering from your previous high.

“Can’t hear you princess. Tell me. Beg for it.”

“Please daddy,” you said a little louder now. “Please can I have your cock? I’m a good girl, I promise. Please fuck me, daddy. Please.”

He shoved his length into you with a soft growl. You threw your head back, arching your chest higher in the air. He pumped in and out of you, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hands roamed your body as he fucked you, admiring every inch of you. He started moving faster then. “Look at me, baby. Watch how daddy fucks you.” He looked down at where your bodies were connected, and his thrusts started to get sloppy.

“Fuck, gonna cum angel.”

You moaned, a sinful sound, as you clenched around him. “Please. Please can I have your cum, daddy? Plea-“ your second orgasm hit you and you fell apart underneath him. He loved watching you cum, you were so beautiful. You really were his angel. Your release granted him his own and he stilled inside you, giving you every drop he had. His good girl deserved everything he could give her.

Both panting, he leaned down and kissed your lips. He rested his weight on his forearms, which were on either side of your head. He rested his forehead against yours, his hands rubbing your hair gently. “you did so good, baby.”

He sat up and slowly pulled out of you. He retrieved your panties from his pocket and slipped them up your legs and over your hips. He put his cock back in his pants and helped you to your feet. He made sure your skirt was straight and your hair wasn’t too messy, before holding your face in his hands and telling you how much he loves and cherishes you. You smiled at him.

The door to the meeting room cracked open then, Chan poking his head in. “If you guys are done now, I think you should go home. We’ve got early practice tomorrow.” He said, a smirk on his face.

Your cheeks went red. You felt like now would be a perfect time for the earth to open up and swallow you whole. you covered your face with your hands and hid yourself in hyunjins chest.

“Sorry, hyung.” Hyunjin said, bowing slightly. “But if you tell anyone about this, and embarrass her, I’ll have to kill you.” He added.

“I’m not going to tell.” He said with a laugh, turning to head back to his studio. “Do it before the meeting next time, so maybe you will pay attention.” He called over his shoulder.

You groaned against his chest. Hyunjin chuckled and put his arms around you. “Come on angel, let’s go home.”

an: Why is the reader in the meeting? I couldn’t tell ya. Eek, plot hole. 😬

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[thornswoggled]

yori is fumiki and heres why: my manifesto

or: wait, we werent all on the same page about this?

i should have written this when i first read chapter 98, but im only getting around to it now. this is less me trying to convince you, the reader, and more hoarding all my collected thoughts on why yori is absolutely fumiki, if its a red herring its a silly one, and if he isnt or if its left ambiguous forever i will eat crow. here we go:

before i start let me say most of my evidence is the way yamazaki frames him visually rather than solid "proof." comics are an artform, theres a reason things get framed the way they do, and her artistic choices in ch 98 (i feel) are meant to serve as a big blinking neon light that says "you should be feeling this way about xyz right now"

iic, there were rumblings of "the young auditor" being fumiki as far back as his introduction in ch 51 due to to his unique ability:

which is essentially a refined version of fumikis innate ability to keep fae away. we know yori is part of a "family business," and it seems appropriate that with the proper training, he would be able to freeze fae in their tracks rather than simply ward them off

unfortunately this is where "evidence" ends and "vibes" begin

chapter 51 didnt get adapted into what was otherwise a pretty faithful adaptation in season 2, and i understand why - theres a lot going on, and this chapter is fairly out of left field. but theres one other quip that got left out of season 2:

this is a one-off thought that wouldnt have been difficult to include in the anime. imo, i believe this line from ch 62 didnt get animated because we hadnt met fumiki yet like we did in the manga. now, onto more recent chapters... (under a read more because this is going to get pretty long)

chise and yoris first meeting is framed in a very purposeful way. in chapter 98, elias is preoccupied with ousting all the outsiders so that he and chise can be alone, stuck on the idea that "christmas is for family only:"

and three pages later, who do we meet?

im really struck by the way chise and yori are drawn together here. personally, i dont read this as "chise is meeting a new unimportant side character," this is "the strings of fate have pulled us miraculously back together again"

waiter! waiter! can i get an order of drifting sakura petals and sparkles with this panel? am i waxing poetic here or do you see it? the way theres no background drawn here, no other characters, even in later pages when we know elias is standing right behind chise, he doesnt get included in frame so that its just the two of them:

while im at it, can we appreciate how theyre wearing the same outfit? black pants and a hip-length dark coat/sweater with oversized pockets, a collar, and six left-sided buttons. yoris dark gloves also evoke chises cursed arm here but i dont want to risk looking like a maniac any more than i already do. i mean... dude, look at them, theyre matching

speaking of matching, lets pop back to 51 for a sec

both yori and chise have canine familiars! actually, it looks like yori might have multiple - look at all those pokeballs i mean bamboo tubes in his coat. if my memory serves, we didnt know yori was japanese at this point, but everyone assumed so because of the appearance of this familiar... which was another log on the "this might be fumiki" fire

fun fact: this little dude is almost certainly a kuda-kitsune, which were said to be kept in tubes and summoned by a soothsayer, who could use it to perform curses, or tell the past and future

and the drama with which we find out his "name":

"i bet you were expecting me to say fumiki, huh. good luck im not giving you that this early you have to work for it." as far as aliases go, "ri" could be derived from "hatori," but neither of the kanji in "fumiki" can be read as "yo," so its probably just random

after yori leaves, we get another repetition of "christmas is for family," which at this point feels like yamazaki is leading us to water and dunking our head in it:

i think its awfully convenient that ruth was absent for chises exchange with yori. do you think he would have been able to smell that theyre related? or whiffed the kuda-kitsune in his coat?

right after this, too, we get this line from elias which i have been thinking about a lot:

theres a few different ways this could be read, so im not married to any one interpretation, but it could be foreshadowing "if chise decides to pursue a relationship with her estranged family, what will i do then?" as gabriella would say, "i hate to be a third wheel"

given what we have seen of yoris aloof personality, i have to imagine there will be drama if/when the reveal is made. sadly i can picture him actually pushing chise away if she tries to reestablish a relationship with him

now! that is pretty much where my thoughts end, but i do want to share questions/doubts i have:

if yori read all of simons reports to determine he was an unfit observer, there is no way he doesnt know chises full name. i wonder whether he had any reaction to it? he may assume that its just a coincidence. i briefly wondered if the hatori name was an invention by yuuki, until i remembered that the family chise stays with in the OVA also has the same name. unless yuuki was adopted by another family like seth...? dont mind me, im going pepe silvia mode over here

have i mentioned i talked about yuuki before in another theory post? take it with a grain of salt, i already got proven wrong on one front now that jasper has been introduced

will yuuki be reintroduced if fumiki is? i desperately want chise to get that closure, but this scene from ch 42 has a sense of finality to it, a sort of "you will never get to resolve things with your father or see his side of things" stank:

... actually, now that ive mentioned the kuda-kitsune, can we look at this thing again?

another word for the kuda-kitsune is "izuna," which is read in modern japanese as "weasel." could the critter whos watching yuuki here come from the same place as yoris familiars? yuuki leaves his family immediately after this - getting summoned maybe?

okay, okay, let me stop myself here before i start looking like im ranting and raving. can we talk about the mail, please, mac? ive been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, ok? "pepe silvia," this name keeps coming up over and over again. every day pepe's mail is getting sent back to me. pepe silvia! pepe silvia! i look in the mail, and this whole box is pepe silvia!

if youre a fence-sitter, what are your thoughts? do you think we just dont have enough evidence yet? inquiring minds want to know

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Thinking about Actor Au like how @no-see-um-incorrect did!

Bittersweet:

Interviewer: So tell me about you holding the gun at Derek?

Boo giggling: okay so like that came up bc I was reading the script and the backstory of Al, Seth and Derek.

Alphonse: oh shit yeah!

Boo: I was reading and just blurted out "I would put a bullet in this fuckers head." And everyone was shocked hearing me say that!

Seth: yeah bc you got this face when ya said it hon. Like you were actually gonna do it!

Boo: Yurri ended up liking the idea so that was added!

Star Cross Streamers:

Interviewer: So, when you started to work on Star Cross Streamer what did you think of actually meeting Star who is a big streamer?

Faust: I was actually really nervous meeting them and like acting with them as well. Since I'm an okay streamer and they're like a big shot right?

Star holding their chest: I made you nervous?!?!

Faust giggling: uuhhh yeah??? You were this cool person that was nice to everyone and I was a bitch.

Star: hey! You fixed your attitude anyways your much more enjoyable now!

Faust blinking: Did my attitude annoy you!?!?

Star giggling: no silly! I mean your just a but nicer now!

Escape:

Interviewer: Auron, we heard that when Rook first met you they flirted right away at you?

*Rook hiding their face and nodding*

Auron: Ha! They did Yuuri wanted dme to meet them and I walked in. A wolf whistle was heard and they shot me a "Hey handsome how you doing?~"

Rook blushing and looking away: God I was like shocked seeing a hot dude and decided to flirt to calm myself.

Auron: don't worry it was flattering and nice. Also Yuuri got a laugh out of it.

Rook: he did he was trying to breath as I was blushing and not looking at you as I apologized for coming off so strong.

Demon Boyfriend:

Interviewer: So Lucien how do you feel about having to take three hours to get ready for your shooting?

Angel whispering: oh here we go

Lucien: Its so annoying!! And it gets itchy when I'm in it for too long!! Which suchs bc i mess up my lines with the voice changer.

Angel: there are MANY bloopers with Lucien.

Lucien pouting: Also it's hard to eat and cook in my set up.

Interviewer: Oh? You cook on set actually?

Lucien smiling: I'm a culinary student right now! Yuuri liked the idea of me actually cooking with the series so he let me!

Angel: I'm the taste tester when he makes something on set. Also once we tried doing brownies for a episode but Yuuri scrapped it bc it didnt seem right I think?

Lucien: But when a episode gets scrapped and there was food everyone gets some goodies bc of it.

Angel: yeah hes basically the mom of the group bc of it. He always asks if someone's hungry and starts cooking if someone complains about being even a pit peckish.

Lost & Found

Interviewer: So you two were actually childhood friends?

Charlie nodding: yeah we are!

Casper laying on him slightly: yeah I knew this loser since like middle school.

Charlie rolling his eyes: like you weren't a loser too!!

Interviewer: did some of the childhood friendship got added to the story?

Casper chuckling: yeah Yuuri was surprised when he found out we WERE childhood friends turned lovers and he loved how it feels real.

Charlie: but it also makes it hard being serious sometimes.

Casper: theres lots of bloopers where its Charlie messing up and I'm dogging on him for messing up. Then it turns into a big bicker thing and Yuuri has to scold us.

Charlie: yeah we get scolded the most out of everyone after Lucien. Its bc he eats too much on set.

[superiorsturgeon]

Rookie-Angel!Pyrrha: wow. Theres so much to being a guardian angel.

Angel: yup. Dont worry, you have the heart and spirit. You'll get there in no time.

RA!Pyrrha: Thank- hey, what's that commotion?

Angel: oh, that? Well, some Valkyrie and Angels are having a free for all to see who gets to collect the soul of the Rusted Knight. He's apparenly about to fall off a tree mid-battle soon.

RA!Pyrrha: oh ny! The Rusted Knight is real? That's Grand! I remember my mother reading me that story.... w-wait. He didnt die when he drank the poison? A-and he's about to d-die? And they're all....

Angel: Fighting over his soul, yeah. The Valkyrie claim their "little sis" on Remnant called dibs already, but we Angels know the Knight, his family has fought our fight for generations and he's even fought at the side of the God of Light's champion.

RA!Pyrrha: ooo-oh, wow! The truth is stranger than any legend. Still, i hope someone who will be kind to him wins..... dying in the line of duty still hurts.....

Angel: oh, they'll be 'kind' alright. This group is mostly just thirsty thots looking to score with a new arrival. Bah, i say we should just send a reaper spirit for this Arc dude, plenty of time to make a pass on him later.

RA!Pyrrha: *twitch* what.

Angel: oh yeah, that wasn't in the legend, right? His real name is Jaune Arc or something. I read the file; some time travel bullshit and a stable time loop happened. It's kinda-

RA!Pyrrha: It's a free for all, correct? (Hard eyes)

Angel: uh

RA!Pyrrha: And the heavenly blacksmith is over there, right?!? (Flexing muscles, swords rattling in the distance)

Angel: uhhhhhhhhh

RA!Pyrrha: And im ALLOWED TO GUIDE SOULS AS WELL, CORRECT? (Wings extend, a circle of floating swords forming a halo)

Angel: y-es? (Sweating)

Angel-Of-War!Pyrrha: (sweetly) oh good!

(Her eyes narrow)

AoW!Pyrrha: word of advice. Don't get in my way-HEY, I HAVE A PRIOR CLAIM, THOTS. BACK OFF!!!!!!

Angel: *gulps*

Jaune: *blinking, lying on the ground where he fell* Oooohhhhhh…I don’t think my aura will save me this time…

????: It’s okay…I’ve got you…

Jaune: *blinks and squints* P…Pyrrha…? Is that you…?

Pyrrha: *cradling Jaune in her lap and tenting her red-feathered wings over him* Hello again, Jaune! You had quite a nasty fall!

Jaune: *looks around and sees piles of beaten/bruised angels and loose feathers everywhere* Wha…what happened…? Am I dead?

Pyrrha: *brushes Jaune’s long hair back* It was close, but I saved you just in time!

Jaune: What happened to all the other angels?

Pyrrha: Oh, well…it turns out sometimes there’s…competition…when it comes to being a guardian angel! 😡

Pyrrha: Luckily I was able to convince everyone else that I was the one for you! ☺️

Jaune: *looks back up into Pyrrha’s eyes and reaches up to touch her cheek* I can’t believe I get to see you again…! 🥹

Jaune: I like your horns and black wings!

Pyrrha: …my what…?

Pyrrha: *looks at her wings which have turned black* 😧

Pyrrha: *feels for her halo and finds two curving horns* 😨

Pyrrha: …Uh-oh…!

[iwanty0uu]

“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt3…

He closed the room door after you trailed behind him, the bed bounced slightly as you sat on it, smiling keeping your head low. “Why wont you look at me baby? I’m not that ugly am i?” he joked making you giggle, “no its just that..”looking away, tears starting to form but they were blinked away before the boy in front of you noticed, you were sensitive but not pussy. “Talk to me mama” he said as he cocked his head, leaning in front of the wall that seemed to have gained your interest.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Well i literally just met you but it feels like i can really trust you, I’m not an idiot and I would kill you before you could even try to just hit and dip” He chuckled at the statement, he understood where you came from and thats what he wanted to avoid. He didn’t want you to have the impression that he used you, so he would only do as much as you wanted him too. But before he shared his thought you said something that changed his mood, that almost offended him. “And i honestly thought you wouldn’t like me all that much because i not all that skinny you know” you hunched over to untie your shoes and set them aside, the high waist of your skirt rolled itself down.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

You couldnt help but open the button to get more comfortable. Your belly ring showed and shimmered while you adjusted your skirt, no longer caring about the stretch marks on your tummy and the indents left on your skin due to the tight nature of your skirt. “ Why would think any part of you is ugly? You dont need me telling you that you’re beautiful because i know you already know, but i refuse to let you sit here and shit on yourself cus you dont look like what bum ass dudes think is beautiful” his hands navigated their way to your chin,“boy fuck them niggas” you added which made laughter erupt from the both of you.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

A sigh escaped your lips, inhaling the remaining air. You appreciated his humor, but he was right, your insecurity started from a young age. You were so mean to the little girl that just wanted to fit in and feel beautiful, the kind of beautiful that was like the sunset, that reminded people of Pink and White by Frank Ocean, the kind of beautiful that was self made and wasnt built on the validation of others.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

If you felt anything right now, it was that, beautiful, confident, and ready to fuck the guy that caught your eye. You started the kiss back up again, only this time you had the intention of taking it further than before. Your clit throbbed as your hand slipped and grabbed onto your purple panties, using them to subtly stimulate the throbbing bud in between your legs. His tongue fought for dominance in your mouth, his soft plush lips were so warm, you couldnt help but wonder what it felt like on your second pair of lips. Pushing him away and separating ,left a long thread of saliva connecting between you two.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Con” lust filled his hazel bright eyes, he listened to every word you said, your voice remained low but strong, “take this off, i dont want you to mess it up” you said smirking, tugging on the bottom of his hoodie, lifting it over his head. His chains clanked together, falling onto his wife beater. His hoodie was discarded and forgotten as he untied and removed your shirt, revealing the purple bra under it, breasts pouring out of the “too small” push up bra which sent the blood straight to his dick. You felt it throb through his sweatpants as the bulge grew on your legs. He shifted in between you, now attacking your neck, you moaned softly as he left love bites all over your skin.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Connieee” you pleaded softly. If you didnt know any better you would confuse the throbbing in between your legs with the increasing pulse of your heart. “Can i take your skirt off Y/n?” he said breaking his kisses, “tell me when you want me to stop baby girl,please.” At this moment, you knew he was all yours and only yours “yes connie, take it off” you said, you felt the adrenaline rush through your body making you hyperactive. Small kisses were sent down your plush thighs, kissing the wet mark on your panties.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

He lifted your leg over his shoulder and kissed the scar on your ankle, then kissed your knee, fingers slowly removing your undergarment as he made his was back up to your pussy. He spread your lips open , kissing your left lip, then your right, then focusing his attention on your slit. Licking up and down slowly, then quickly, “Connie baby i-“ you gasped as he pushed his finger inside of you, the same one with the silver ring on it. “i seen you liked this one” he said thrusting up into the plush on your throbbing, wet cunt, licking the fluid that was on your exposed thighs. He sucked on your clit, a feeling you only even experienced thanks to your purple rose toy that you bought for yourself as a graduation gift.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

He flicked the bud of nerves as goosebumps flooded your body, arching your back in an unnatural shape as you rode his finger that was now curved making space for the second one. “mhhhmm oh shit conniee please fuck this pussy” you babbled as he licked faster, making deeper and slower strokes inside of you, “Connie im cumminnnn” you tried to stifle your moans but you were submerged in the orgasm you worked so hard for, your body twitched in Connie’s mouth, tightening around the tongue that pushed up against your walls further into your hole.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Eyes now rolling back at the overstimulation, Connie gripped onto your hips, his motions came to a halt as he kissed your clit, and went up all the way to your stomach. Legs rested over his shoulders, you smiled to yourself knowing that the night you had dreamed of was successful. A pussy drunk connie still kissing your tummy mumbling sweet things about you. Less than five minutes passed and Connie got up kissed you on your cheek, rubbing your hip, “lemme wipe you up baby” he said getting a wet rag from the restroom, it was dark outside and you weren’t surprised, but Connie came back quickly with a towel and went over your areas, slipped your panties on and rested on your stomach. “How did i do pretty?” he asked looking up at you, hazel eyes low. “I didn’t hurt you did I? was i grabbing on your thighs too hard?” he asked, you felt the genuine concern in his voice. It was so so so cute.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Aww look at you all pussy whipped, I’m okay baby you did amazing like amazing probably isn’t the word” you said rubbing his head, hearing his chuckle “only for you, you better never tell nobody you seen me like this” he joked “ only if you keep doing what you do with your tongue boo” you lifted his chin, and his face met yours with a nice smooch to seal off the night. “Thick girls just do it better” he said as he laid on your chest, playing with your breasts, biting them from time. “What can i say, this tummy of mine is made of gold ,likeeee good pum pum need good shelter” you couldn’t keep yourself serious, bursting into laughter at your comment, Connie laughed as well feeling nothing but content. He felt like he was already falling in love with you, you tasted so good and you were funny, and smart, and got your money up. Your Dior sneakers and Telfar didn’t go unnoticed, but besides that, he didn’t want to loose you trying to rush into a relationship and was willing to go as slow as you wanted as long as he got to see you smile...

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

i meannn be did know you were right tho pussy as good as yours did need a shelter, and he felt comfortable under it, and he love that you were comfortable with him being under it, as long as it was yours <3

like i literally wanna cry i have written this about 6 times because this shit constantly deletes like i have no more motivation to make it cute and aesthetic till tomorrow just lmk if yall fuck wit itand if my booboo bears want another one~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ <3

[arachpool]

Not long after the Vecna fight, and after Eddie is discharged from the hospital, him and his band mates leave Hawkins. Their reputations in Hawkins are basically in the fucking gutter, and they had a gig out of town, so they hauled ass.

Steve, who may or may not have some memory issues due to head trauma, completely forgets Eddie. He, honestly, forgets a lot of things, and when he’s about 25, him and Robin move away from the shithole that is called Hawkins and get a flat together in the city, insisting that they could do it.

And they did.

They pay their bills and rent on time, they budget their money, and they’re comfortable. So what if Robin brings home the occasional woman and it always ends with mumbled farewells that wake Steve up every time. He doesn’t mind. Just like Robin doesn’t mind when Steve starts bringing home girls, and the occasional guy (after the first one, Robin’s all like “YOU LIKE DUDES? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME??”).

Every once in awhile, Steve and Robin make sure to call the kids, catching up and seeing how they’re doing. Dustin always asks how Steve is doing, and Steve always says good, even if he isn’t.

Steve was pretty surprised when the kids, each one of them, showed up at his and Robin’s door randomly. Steve blinked, about to ask why they were there, but Robin swooped in and let the kids in, excitedly greeting them.

“Did I forget something again?” Steve asked Robin as she was getting the kids drinks. Robin ruffled Steve’s hair.

“Nah, doofus, I planned this. Don’t worry.” Steve flashed a smile and joined everyone in the ‘living room’, which really was the doorway/kitchen/living room.

“What exactly did you plan, Rob?” Steve asked as he sat on the coffee table, glancing over the kids and observing how much they’ve aged in just a couple years.

“We’re gonna go see Eddie’s band in concert,”Dustin said with a wide grin, but Steve didn’t catch on. Dustin understood fast that Steve had lost all memory of the brunet, smiling still. “Corroded Coffin. I don’t know if it’s your style but Eddie said we could hang out with him and the guys as like a Hellfire reunion,” Dustin informed, doing some odd, back-of-the-hand fist bump with Mike. Steve smiled and nodded. He was fine with that.

—

The concert rolled around, and everyone but Steve was surprised by the huge turn out. Eddie had bought the gang’s tickets for them, and so they had no idea how expensive, or scarce they would’ve been. But judging off the fact the venue was jam packed, they assumed they dodged a bullet by being old friends with the band mates.

Steve felt an odd feeling in his stomach when the band walked on, the guitarist speaking excitedly into the mic. In fact, the guitarist was the only person Steve could focus on. His hair was long, and was tugged into a loose, high bun. Tattoos coated his arms, and he wore a slightly cropped, ripped to shit black shirt that read Corroded Coffin in lightning-esque lettering.

Eddie was quick to pick out his old friends from the crowd, letting Gareth speak as he watched them. Dustin and Robin had told him that Steve didn’t remember much of his last years in Hawkins, and the years before that were a little spotty as well, so he was forgotten. Eddie didn’t mind this much, especially not now that he saw Steve, wearing cute tight jeans and a deep maroon sweater, staring up at Eddie with pure amazement.

Eddie made sure to hold eye contact with Steve as much as possible, and the best part? Steve didn’t look away. His crush on Steve was horrible in Highschool, but he had gotten over it after leaving Hawkins. He got with a couple guys, he got over it. But now? God he was reverting right back into his high school days, heart racing just at the way Steve’s eyes would flick over his body or how he’d fix his hair. Did Steve even like men? God, Eddie sure fucking hoped so.

After the concert, the crew was escorted backstage and into the band’s dressing room. After excited greetings and hugs and stuff of that matter, Eddie’s eyes fell onto Steve again. Robin was talking to him, a comforting hand on his arm as Steve’s brows furrowed in thought. Eddie approached.

“Hey there,” Eddie greeted, and Robin turned, smiling.

“Hey Eds.” Robin knelt up to Eddie’s ear. “He’s trying to remember you. He probably won’t.” Eddie simply nodded, flashing a grin at Steve.

“Hey. Names Eddie, yours?”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.” Steve held his hand out to be shook, but Eddie took it, bowed, and kissed the back of his hand. Steve flushed all shades of red as Eddie rose again.

“Pleasure meeting you, my liege.”

“Y-yeah. You- you too.” Eddie let his eyes flick over Steve’s form. He flashed another grin.

“I hope this isn’t the last I see of you?” Eddie proposed, and Steve flushed red.

“You want my number?”

“Of course I do.”

“I- yeah- give me a moment- Rob what’s our flats phone number?”

[tigerdrop]

Got any fun thoughts to share about Ford and Bill?

they drive me crazy dude. i have a lot to say about them so im putting it under a readmore

ive been billpilled for 1 million years dog. hes like the Blueprint. bills the perfect entity to me: terrifying shapeshifting demon who can slip into every corner of your mind and read all your thoughts and memories. and also hes a cartoon character with noodle arms and a cute shape. and hes a pathetic worm whos hung up on his human ex. and hes a funny little guy whos playful and mean and delights in tormenting you but juuuust enough so that he doesnt break you. Hes so awesome

like. listen. this isnt going to be a surprise if youve read literally anything ive ever written. but if bill possessed ford and slammed his hand in a car door and got a kick out of it and put him in a funny little outfit id be fine about it. ford was literally in a 24/7 freeuse lifestyle with him so why WOULDNT he

yeah im kind of a masochist. Why do u ask

put his ass in a horny neurotic guys body and see what happens. hit his dick with a cartoon mallet for fun. slap him around a little. feels cool and neat! like "human bodies are so responsive, huh" said while blanfords about to jam a fork into an outlet (thats my name for it btw. Im not looking it up)

what if i hurt you?? what if i dropped you??? Just kidding :-)

i dont know how much genuine sexual pleasure bill would get out of it so much as the thrill and novelty of a new human sensation but i think that could be fun in and of itself. jacking off with another guys body in a weirdly distant way like Haha Wow. Im getting kind of flustered here! (actively jamming a coke bottle into his pussy)

and the thing that really drives me crazy about ford is how much fetish shit he thinks about/makes inventions for/has inflicted upon him. i think in the series finale hes tied up like 3 fucking times. its insane. he wants to give up control of his body so fucking bad dude!!!!! (exhibit A: ford going limp like a kitten whenever hes picked up. it happens more than once.)

and theres even more contrived bondage bits in the deleted scenes! its maddening. hes an insane obsessive bdsm-lifestyling pervert and hes likethe ideal guy to match bills freak

hes soooo fucking easy. its so much fun to me. theres something really erotic about the way bill makes him feel special about his hands......like.......its naked flattery but its also kinda true. its weird. he likes weird shit. and ford falls for it soooo easy. drives me nuts

now walk with me. think about how easy that same interaction would transfer to ford being transgender. and your not allowed to get mad at me bc this is just my thing now

its so strange! kind of captivating. bills been around the block but the western conception of transmasculinity is so recent that for him it might as well be a blink of the eye. so i think it would be new to him. especially given when he actually makes a deal with ford. just another special thing about his special little guy. he *knew* there was something about ford

and to be frank i think that if you were a transmasc pervert in the 70s and a dream demon came along that understood you inside and out and can make all of your bizarre fantasies come true. well. you would have been fucking stupid not to fuck him

i need to read the book of bill so fucking bad bc the extra context of bill being super hung up on ford drives me CRAZY!!!! i love bitter lovestruck jerks. i love divorce. and i think they could and should hook up again. bad guys that are reluctantly forced to stop being so bad are so much fun and fords huge fucking ego didnt go anywhere. i think bill could convince ford to give him a second chance. at least just to hook up for old times sake

anyway. im making a bill itabag. Gotta go

[russilton]

funniest britcedes headcanon i can think of is that the minute they get together george wants a ring, family photos on the mantle and a house in the english countryside. dude would be so matter of fact about it too, lewis commitment issues hamilton being like "so is there somewhere you want to go for our first date?" and george not even looking up from his laptop "that jewellery shop in monaco, would they be open tomorrow? im thinking silver because silver arrows but gold would be better if we are going more traditional". but can we blame him? he has waited too long and wants to lock that in

This was sent all the way back in DECEMBER 2023 and I clearly missed it but its hysterical how true it remains. It truly gets at how George appears as a very all or nothing kind of man—

Like yes I can imagine the insecurities he might have but it’s also just as funny to consider the ego Lewis asking him out would give him. Sure he could be worried but he could also go fully the other direction and sit with the certainty of oh I didnt even know he liked men thats why I did nothing— but if he’s into me enough to date me I’m locking that down.

0 to 100 Lewis finally lets loose that hes kinda obsessed with George in a way he didnt really know how to grapple with but cant really cram down inside him anymore (catholic repression has its limits) and George just blinks, kisses him, and starts looking at the GPDA legal framework for if drivers got married (they dont have any, George can’t believe seb would overlook this.)