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[demonsword586]

Gehenna pp headcanons! (Just nobles)

(A little warning. This gets explicit. I was trying to make it goofy but I think I might have gone a bit....off. Still I hope you enjoy it. Mind you,I never saw a pp before,only an imaginary one of my friend and they still didn't let me poke it.)

Sitri

- Okay let's start off with the size...just from what I seen of him,I think he's on the bigger side. Definetlly bigger than Satan and his king is still pissed about that from time to time.

- 20-21 cm I think

-Now he is a gentleman. He was raised in hell called Hades. Which means he was probably taught of proper higene. In other words,this man's lower region is as smooth as a baby.

-Smells like tea. He drank so much tea,his piss now smells good and his cum tastes like black tea.

-Now for the shape and color. I think his tip is on a brighter side of pink. It's suprisingly slim and elegant compared to someone like Satan who's penis looks like a meat claymore.

-Anyway good penis on a good man. Refreshing as well if you need a man with flavoured cum.

Zagan

- Hmm....Now for Zagan,I think he's a grower.

-His bulge is pretty small but if we think on how much he exercises,there's no way he isn't training his penis as well.

-Okay hear me out. He has a little workout routine for his pp. He flexes up his muscles and makes it go up and down,probably does a helicopter to warm it up.

-And it actually works! His pp has grown in lenght and girth from his training and now he can make it hard on command.

-He does smell a bit funny though. He works out and while yes,you can hide the scent of sweat on most of your body,this is one part where he can'r mask the scent because it is simply too strong.

-My point? His pp smells...of manliness!

-He tries to take care of his pubes but would prefer to keep a small white bush above the shaft. You can't get him to shave it off tho. The bush stays.

-Also I think most of his cock is the color of his skin except his tip which is just one shade lighter.

-His seed tastes like protein tho.

Paimon

- Tucks it. I can't explain why but he tucks it. This bulge? Those are his balls.

-The actual size of it is around 13 cm. A little small for a devil but still packs a punch.

-He wears very cute underwear. He knows no one will see it but it just feels nice to know he has something cute on. Wears comfier undies when he's home and done for the day.

-Likes to put glitter on it. He just thought it would be a funny little thing if he putted some of that super fine and sticky glitter on the shaft....and now he puts on a little fasion show for the other nobles every once in awhile.

-It's actually good tho. He uses those little brushes and stencils. He once even did it for Leraye who then ran around pantless to show everyone how talented Paimon is at dick decoration.

-Sometimes when he thinks he doesn't smell good,he might put some parfume on it. Don't be suprised when his pp smells like flowers or vanilla.

-Very well groomed. No hair on the balls or around the penis. The only thing that he does have...is a little heart shaped bush slightly above his pp.

-The penis itself is on a little more girthy side and when hard it leans slightly to the right. Pretty pale with a pale pink tip.

Leraye

- flat

- Anyway Leraye I think is also a grower. It may not look impressive flaccid wirh only 12 cm but when it gets HARD..oh boy. It goes from a puppy to a wolf. This thing is easily 21 cm once you wake it up.

- The shape is on a leaner side. Being slender but also long. He does hower go thicker around the base. But only at the base,like a slight knot.

- He once walked in on Zagan when he was warming up his pp with the helicopter move and then very euthusiasticlly asked Zagan to teach him.

-Next time you two were about to have a passionate night he wanted to show you a trick. Wipes it out and then swings his pp around like a disco ball while saying 'Look what I can do!😃' It ended up being a little joke between the two of you.

-Suprisingly doesn't have a headless teddy anywhere near his cock. If you ask him,maybe just our of curiousity,why he doesn't have a teddy there like on his horn he will look at you with dread. That would be just rude of him to dirty the dead body of a plushie by impaling it on his pp. He can't bring himself to go as low as Glasyal.

- He does have a bit of pubic hair. A small, dishaved,blond bush . Very pretty and suits him. Please let him keep it.

-His cock is as milky as him. A very pretty color with a flush tip.

Belial

- Normal. Questionably normal lenght. It's not too big and not too small. Just...normal. maybe falls a cm or two from perfect.

-It's also on a little skinnier side. Nice and thin.

-Still size isn't everything. It's important how he uses it....and unfortunatelly for you,he's good!

-He manages to fill in for the lack of impressivness with his experience.

-He is quite strong so with him you're able to try some more adventurous positions like the bicycle or the ballet dancer.

-Gets easily moist. His precum is very watery so his tip looks like it's always glistening.

-Very well groomed. Almost no hair down there except for a thin strip. Also the carpet maches the drapes,his pubes have red ends.

- He also has 2 frenum piercings. Astaroth recommended him to get them,saying " You will corrupt many mortals with these. "

-The dick itself is pretty pale with a darker shade of pink at the tip.

Astaroth

- OH HOLY MARY

- *cough* Sorry *cough* thighs...

-Anyway! Let's go from the size down....BIG. The snake on his bory isn't the only snake he has.

- 26 cm

- You know how snakes hide their pps in what looks like a slit? Yea Astaroth can do that.

-Normally he keeps it inside of himself,but when he gets shy or horny,it pops out and his pants suddenly look a little heavier. There was a time when Sitri didn't know about his anathomy and just saw him suddenly get a bulge. He asked him if he just shat himself.

- Once out and hard,his cock naturally curves upwards. It's just slightly thicker than a normal one but with how long it is,that may be for the best.

- He has a dydoe piercing on the head of it. He considered going for more but decided not to after how intense it felt. He does always wonder how it would feel like if his piercings got stuck inside of you. How romantic~ Two lovers tied together as one for eternity~ (Thankfully it never happens. He is nice enough to take them off if you don't like the feel of them)

- He likes to keep himself well groomed. I mean very well groomed. He waxes off everything and then puts extra virgin olive oil on top. He also puts some on his shaft from time to time to make it a bit more smooth and squishy.

[disco-troy]

It drives me insane that as time goes on Dick is more and more willing to drop everything and go to Gotham as soon as Bruce calls

He used to have boundaries! He used to be clear about how much he was sacrificing!

He used to be angry when he wasn’t consulted!

And then at some point he starts turning around to go back to Gotham

Like this is insane to me! LIAN IS MISSING !!! LIAN?! And Dick chooses to listen to a Bruce summons over helping to find her.

These days writers don’t even bother explaining why Dicks in Gotham. Him dropping everything in Bludhaven is just expected

Part of it is I feel like that at a ome point Bruce stop sharing, he stopped asking for help. Dick is afraid that if he doesn’t show up when he’s called he’ll never be called again.

[my-fancy-hat]

The process of creating is the active, constant question of the self, to question the extent of my capacities to convey a message worth of people's respect and admiration. To me, Look Back is a tale of self-reafirmation for Tatsuki Fujimoto. I'm aware it came out in the gap between part 1 and part 2 of the author's best seller, Chainsaw man, which makes this oneshot such an intimate soul-shaking story after what may be the pinnacle of his career. This made me question, why would he write this kind of story after CSM (and Fire Punch) anyways?

Through Fujino and Kyomoto's journey (which funnily, their names convined are Fuji-moto) we are put in the shoes of the stirring yet self-doubting mind of the creator: "why do you draw manga? why do you create?" is the question the protagonist has to find the answer for. Fujino navigate her life for her passion and pride as a talented story-teller artist, while Kyomoto does so for her love for art itself in a more reserved and personal way. Convined, I think they are the rope that pushes Fujimoto back and forth in his mind, the fear of the creator to tell a story worth of people's respect (Fujino) while being faithful to oneself (Kyomoto). Fujimoto knows there always will be an expectation, a mark above his head everytime someone is aware a new story has his signature, so it's understandable for anxiety to take the worst of you, the fear to be openly judged by the masses. So why do you even bother to get through that unpleasant thing? will I ever surpass what I made in my past projects? why do I keep creating? is this all I will ever be? the entire process is tiresome, boring, a never-ending task, I enjoy art better as a consumer anyways, so why?

If there's only one person who my art made their day better, made them smile or excited for what is coming next, then it was worth every single second I spend working on it.

It's a reafirmation to keep going: I was born to live into this world for this sake and I'm worthy to receive this love. This is my place.

I deeply respect you for it, Tatsuki Fujimoto.

[graysbullshit]

a list of brazillian fun facts you might want to know for your qsmp fanfics! (or in general lol)

DATING IN BRAZIL (because I know at least 50% of yall are gonna be writting slash):

Phase 1 can be or texting/talking or ficando (infinitive: ficar), it depends on how shy you are;

Ficando means to be actively seeking a person out consistently with the intent of talking for a bit and then making out (it does not entail any level of loyalty);

Brazillians only consider it "making out" if you french kiss;

Kissing without tongue is considered weird and viewed negativelly;

A little peck on the lips is cute, but not really what we consider kissing;

There are two types of brazillians: the ones that will start dating after a week and the ones that take months to make up their minds;

If a brazillian is interested in you (even if you don't know each other) and you're in a party there is a very good chance they will walk up to you and ask if you want to make out/ask for your instagram handle (it depends on what kind of party it is tbh);

Also, most brazillians kiss and tell lmao;

It is not uncommon for outgoing brazillians to make out with random strangers, especially during carnival;

We are a sex positive country mostly;

We are very sensual, even if we have no romantic interest;

Mock-flirting or Joke-flirting is very common in friend groups;

People who make out/date with the person their friend likes are called Talarica or Talarico;

When you get cheated on you're called Corno;

People usually go on dates after ficar for a whille;

Usually, if you're going on dates with someone it is expected of you to be faithful or to end things (you can't go on dates with a guy while also going on dates with another guy, that's fucked up);

We call dating namorando, from the infinitive namorar which refers back to namorado (boyfriend) and namorada (girlfriend);

brazillians are typically very direct when they are interested in someone, which doesn't mean they will say "oh, i like you" right away, but they will flirt for sure;

in Brazil saying "I love you" isn't a big deal, most brazillians will say it pretty fast and not saying it back (if you're in a relationship) is considered VERY WEIRD;

brazillians have the tendency of being very jealous lmao;

GEOGRAPHY:

Brazil is a continental sized country, being the fifth biggest country in the entire world. It is bigger than the USA, if counting only directly conected land (ignoring Brazil's islands and Hawaii and Alaska);

Because of it's size, brazillian states have a great number of differences in language, culture, food, climate, and politics;

There is as much animosity between states as in the USA (the difference being: brazillians will always defend each other rather than gringos);

The brazillian streamers are all from the Center-West, South-East and South of Brazil (unfortunatly there is nobody to represent the North and North-east);

The south-east is the are of biggest economical impact, while the center-west is known for the capital of the country (Brasília) and the agriculture, while the south has a terrible reputation (they have livestock too, but mostly a bad reputation);

Brazil has two of the biggest cities in the world: the 5º biggest, São Paulo, and the 19º biggest, Rio de Janeiro;

Nobody fucking likes São Paulo (the city) except from the people that were born there or lived there their entire lives;

Brazil has a mostly warm climate, and most brazillians consider anything below 20ºc to be cold (vai sulista, fala que no sul é mais frio, fala);

Brazil's seasons are more often defined by the level of humity, rather than how hot/cold it is;

Brazil is a giant when it comes to agriculture and livestock. We have a lot of grains, and red meat. If you drink coffee and eat meat you have definetly tasted brazillian products without knowning, since we do a lot of exportation (especially to europe);

Brazil has natural diamonds, pre-sal (which can be used in the making of combustives), gold and other precious stones.

HISTORY:

Brazil was mostly colonized by the portuguese, but there was also a presence of the Spanish, French, Dutch and British. You can tell by the architecture;

Rio de Janeiro was the capital of the Portuguese Kingdom for a little while;

Brazil (much like Mexico) was once an Empire;

Brazil (as it's own coutry) has had only two Emperors;

the Brazillian Empire was a big deal despite ending fairly soon;

Brazil's Empire once eliminated about 90% of the male population of Paraguay during a war, which is def a war crime. We have repayed them for what happened, though;

Cities like Rio de Janeiro have a lot of Imperial architecture, but most of the colonial architecture can be found in states like Minas Gerais;

Brazil sent troups in WWII to Italy, the famous Smoking Snakes;

Brazil was forced into a dictatorship by the USA (surprising no one);

Brazil had a president that decided to develop highways instead of trains (i fucking hate him). It's the same guy that moved the capital from Rio de Janeiro to Brasília;

Brasília was build with the blood of poor people and it fucking sucks, but it has the shape of an airplane so everything is fine ig /s;

Brazil's first woman president and it's current president were both tortured during the dictatorship;

Brazil is a concervative country, despite everything;

Do not ask me about Brazil's politics, because it's so fucking insane lmao;

GENERAL CULTURE:

Brazillian culture exists on top of three axes: Portuguese, African, and Indigineous;

We take A LOT from Japonese culture (since we are the country with the biggest Japonese population outside of Japan). I've never met a brazillian who hasn't watched anime, even my grandma knows what Pokemon is /srs;

Some other important diasporas in Brazil: Lebanon (we have more lebanese than Lebanon itself lol), China, Germany, Italy, and many different African countries;

Most brazillians listen to funk and sertanejo, but other brazillian music you might be interested in: samba, BRrock, mpb, BRpop, Axé, and Pagode;

Some other famous brazillians you might not know, but you should: Silvio Santos, Celso Portiolli, Rodrigo Faro, Angélica, Eliana, Xuxa, Luciano Huck, Pyong Lee, Mauricio de Sousa, Ariano Suassuna, Clarice Lispector, Machado de Assis, Guilmarães Rosa, Fernando Pessoa, Vinicius de Moraes, Toquinho, Mateus Hwang, Tiago Leifert, Tadeu Schmidt, Boninho, Guilherme Briggs, Fernanda Montenegro, Rodrigo Santoro, Wagner Moura, Seu Jorge, etc;

Most brazillians only drink tea for medicinal reasons (like cammomile tea);

Most brazillians love coffee and hate iced coffee;

Most brazillians start drinking coffee at a very young age;

Drinking (alchool) age in Brazil is 18yo, but most brazillians start drinking around 15yo;

Most brazillians love meat and barbecue. Here is a picture of a brazillian brabecue:

Brazil, differently from other American coutries, didn't have potatoes/corn as it's basic food, we had a root called Mandioca. Although it is still very beloved in brazillian cusine, the base for brazillian meals is currently Rice;

In Brazil we usually don't eat a lot during breakfast, but have a big meal (with rice, veetables, meat, and beans) for lunch and dinner. And our dinner is usually around 20h-22h;

We don't use AM or PM;

We use the metric system and Celcius, and we very much deslike the imperial system and what's-his -face is an abhorrent scientific disgrace;

brazillians who suck up to gringos are called "Vira-latas", which can be translated to "mutts" or more directly "eat-trash";

brazillians have mutiple coffee breaks during the day, mostly in the afternoon;

brazillians brush their teeth at least 3 times a day (mostly after every big meal);

brazillians shower at least once a day, some going as far as to shower three times a day during summer;

brazillians do not use snapchat and they think it's obsolete (because it is);

brazillians will pirate anything that isn't made by other brazillians, and I mean ANYTHING. There is no shame in pirating in Brazil and we are very proud of being the country that pirates the most in the world! We will also buy counterfeit products knowing they are counterfeit;

brazillians rivalry with argentinians is REAL. And, although is mostly a football thing, it really translates to everything else (especially if it's online);

brazillians have a hierarchy when it comes down to rooting for stuff, and it goes like this: brazillians, sibling countries, latin americans, other african countries, other third world countries, japan, other asian countries, european countries, anglo-saxon americans, argentina (if it's football), germany, portugal;

[yellowtiebite]

Okay hi, I am working on a fake game partially inspired by Funger 2(just a tiny bit okay).

It will mostly be in written form like a videogame guide but it will also have an OST.

Third part that i want to ad are some fake visuals or game concept art. I am no artist so I will be using AI.

What are best AI engines to create sligtley funger likey grimey 2D art. I am sad I will be having to use AI instead of work of real people but in this economy nobody is working for free lol, so yeah, I would be happy if you guys gave me your best suggestions

[darabeatha]

Me thinking about writting an angel servant-

[megaawkwardhuman]

a bit ago I saw a post on here that said something along the lines of "there was only one bed trope but at a clown motel" and that night I decided to write the beginning of a nandermo fic with that concept

days go by and last night for whatever reason I made it my goal to drag this thing from wip hell and finish it and so here it is!

it's a post season 3 fic where we're in the good timeline™ (guillermo and nandor went on their trip) and for whatever reason they end up well at a clown motel and we learn two things

1 guillermo really doesn't like clowns

2 even in the good timeline™ the world still fucks with memo

small disclaimer: I'm really dyslexic and by no means good at this. like last time I'm clinging onto grammarly for dear life and tried my best to edit this so that it at least makes a crumb of sense

anyway here is (and yes I'm really proud of this title)

the one ring circus

“No, we’re NOT staying here” Guillermo crossed his arms staring the vampire next to him dead in the eyes.

“Come on Guillermo look at all of the clowns!” they have been on their trip now for a while. If you had to ask Guillermo at the beginning of the trip where he expected to go and what he expected to see he wouldn’t have said a clown motel. He would have said ANYTHING ELSE other than a creepy ass clown motel. 

“Nope, they're freaking me out. I REFUSE to stay here.” 

“Oh come on this place isn't creepy.”

“Isn’t creepy? There’s a fucking cemetery next to it.” Guillermo has nothing personally against clowns. But there was something about the clown signs in front of the motel that creep him the fuck out with their huge smiles and soulless eyes. “Yeah sure the house back in Staten Island might as well be a cemetery but at least there weren’t creepy ass clowns.”

“It’s only one night.” while Guillermo would like to refuse further dawn was approaching soon, a storm was rolling in, and by the looks of it Nandor for once was living up to his name and was not going to relent anytime soon. 

He sighed “Fine but only ONE night. But as soon as the sun sets we’re getting out of here.”

As they walked over to get a room Guillermo couldn’t help but notice a small grin on Nandor’s face. Was he actually excited to stay a night here? Did he like clowns? Is that why he wanted to stay here? Wait has Nandor even seen a clown before? All of these questions bounced around his head. 

As they entered the office to get a room Guillermo looked around. As to be expected there were clowns everywhere. If he didn’t have a fear of clowns before the thousands of clowns both statues and paintings staring at him now might have put that fear into him. 

All of the painted eyes staring into him, the bright colors of their clothes weren't doing wonders for his eyes, the smiles forced upon their faces mocked him, and the few that weren't smiling were sobbing which didn't help the overall creepy vibe. it felt like all of the attention in that room was directed at him. Like every clown in that room was mocking him. 

He knew he couldn’t spend another second in there so he asked Nandor to get them a room as he speed walked outside.

As he walked out eyes tightly shut he tried to think about anything but the ridiculous motel he was about to spend a day of his life in. So he pulled out his phone, popped in his earbuds, put on some music, and thought about something that he knows will brighten his mood: how this trip will end. The moment he’s been waiting for grows closer every night. A moment that would be more pleasant than staying at a possibly haunted clown motel. 

His attention was immediately snapped back when Nandor popped out and said something he REALLY didn’t want to hear.

“Is it alright if the room has only one bed?” Guillermo jumped a little as he zoned back in. 

he paused his music and pulled out an earbud. “I'm sorry what?”

Nandor sighed “I said is it ok if there's only one bed?”

“What why?”

“Uh well, the only room available only has one bed.”

Guillermo wondered what he did to deserve this. Well, he wanted to know the SPECIFIC thing he did to deserve this. He thought about all his options or rather his lack of options. “That's fine.” Once Nandor popped back inside Guillermo knew he’d probably come up with something.

However, by the time they actually got to their room, he had zero plans. He WOULD have come up with something if it didn’t dawn on him what he would most likely have to do: share a bed with Nandor. 

Now Guillermo didn’t hate the idea of being close to Nandor. In fact, that was the problem he knew he’d enjoy sharing a bed with him. He knew he’d enjoy it a little too much. He was afraid that he’d make a wrong move, getting a little too close, or worst of all Nandor getting too close. He knew it’ll be really hard to sleep with a hot vampire next to him. So once that thought entered his head it absorbed any plan he had.

Add in the clown art in the room and Guillermo has a gut feeling he won’t be getting much sleep.

“Great more clowns…” he said looking around the room like he wasn’t sleeping at a clown themed motel.

“What’s so wrong with the clowns?”

“I don’t know they look so creepy. Doesn’t help that some are staring right at the bed.”

“But they’re so happy!”

“Yeah happy they will probably be the reason I won’t get any sleep.” in a bit of a huff he went over to his bag.

Knowing the sun was going to rise soon and to distract from clowns around him Guillermo made quick work to sunproof the room by putting up some blackout curtains they bought and taping them down. Then he grabbed his pajamas and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and change. 

-

When leaving the bathroom Guillermo noticed every clown painting was either gone or covered up. Well, all but one mural but that was cause it was painted directly on a wall to the left of the bed. Without the clowns, you wouldn't have guessed this was a clown motel. you'd think that it was just a normal motel room with just a weird ass clown portrait on one of the walls.

Confused but relieved he looked at Nandor who was reading a book. “Did you do this?”

“You said they would keep you up and a bodyguard needs his rest.” Nandor didn’t look up from his book.

Guillermo was still getting a bit used to this softer Nandor. I mean he can still be a dick from time to time but ever since they boarded that first train he’s been kinder to him. “Wow… thanks. Speaking of sleep what are we going to do about the whole bed situation?” 

“Well since there is no place for me to spread out my ancestral soil and I know how you humans value your beds I was thinking we would just simply share the bed.” He said face buried in his book.

Guillermo was a bit taken aback by how casually Nandor suggested it. “Are you sure? I'm fine sleeping in the car or the bathtub.”

“oh don't worry I used to sleep with soldiers all of the time back in Al Quolanudar. Also what if a vampire killer came in here and tried to kill me? I need you to protect me at all times”

Guillermo tried his best to ignore how wrong that first part sounded. “Why would a vampire killer come looking for vampires at a clown motel?”

Nandor shuffled a little in his seat and turned a page in his book. A book Guillermo just now realized was upside down. ”well us vampires really like our clowns.“ Nandor said being reminded that he can't lie on the spot for shit.

Instead of pointing out how that's very clearly not a thing Guillermo silently accepted his fate.

so once he double checked that everything was covered he lay down on the bed.

_

He didn't know how much time had passed. all he knew was that it must have been midday and the storm outside was kinda soothing. but what wasn't soothing was the fact that somehow while sleeping Guillermo ended up face to face with the one clown painting Nandor couldn't cover. He jumped a little.

the clown was pointing directly at him laughing with the biggest stupidest grin on their face. He wanted to turn around but due to the sleeping body right next to him, he wasn’t quite sure if he could.

He lay there staring at the clown for god knows how long until a shift next to him made him realize Nandor was now on his side. which hopefully means he can shift without disturbing him.

as quickly as he could Guillermo rolled over to be greeted face to face with another more familiar clown's face. 

add in the perfectly timed thunder clap and Guillermo jumped out of the bed letting out a small yelp. 

Guillermo not really thinking instead of going back to bed or getting up and doing anything else memo chose the secret third option: sleep somewhere else. So he grabbed a pillow and a cape that was lying on the ground and bolted for the bathtub.

Whatever attempt Guillermo made to not wake up Nandor was in vain since the thud of him falling to the floor, grabbing a pillow five inches away from Nandor's face, and him running to the bathroom woke Nandor up.

half asleep Nandor followed the sounds of a clearly not ok Guillermo.

what greeted him when he opened the door was Guillermo curled up in the bathtub pillow behind his head wrapped in one of his capes trying to make some sort of attempt at sleeping.

“Guillermo, are you alright?” Nandor grumbled.

Guillermo would like to give him a proper response but at this point, any attempts to get any words out of his mouth would be in vain since he’s still a little freaked out. He didn't know it but he was shaking a bit.

Nandor saw how freaked out Guillermo is and with his two brain cells put together that the clown painting was probably to blame. Not being awake enough to yell at him for stealing his cape he left the room.

Guillermo thought Nandor must have gone back to sleep but was confused when he came back with a pillow, a blanket, and with the backpack he kept some of his ancestral soil in strapped to his back. 

Silently he made his way over to Guillermo and took the cape that was wrapped around him and tossed it aside. ”scoot over.“ Guillermo did as he was told and Nandor awkwardly made his way into the tub.

after some maneuvering, Guillermo ended up on top of Nandor in this kinda big but bearly able to fit them bathtub.

Nandoer laid out the blanket over the two of them and placed one pillow behind his backpack and one behind his head. ”I guess we're sleeping here.“ 

Guillermo didn't know how to really react to all of this. all he could do is muster out a small ”sorry...“

”It's fine. this is a lot more comfortable here. it's a lot like sleeping in a coffin.“ he wrapped one of his arms around Guillermo.

Guillermo wanting to go back to sleep at this point just hid his face in the nook of Nandor's neck as he fell back asleep mumbling about stupid clowns.

-

the sober realization as to what had just happened hit the both of them as soon as they woke up. It hit Guillermo the hardest since he woke up with Nandor’s tits in his face. So he got out of the tub as quickly as he could and checked that it was safe for Nandor to leave the bathroom.

after Guillermo made sure it was night he went back in and helped Nandor out of the tub. They both made their way into the main room to pack up and make the room look less chaotic.

”Thanks for last night. I genuinely didn't expect you to do that.“ Guillermo said while taking down the curtains.

”you were running around the room like a spooked horse,” Nandor was putting one of the pillows back on the bed “I wanted to make sure you weren’t being attacked or something.“ he turned around to go grab the cape Guillermo tried to use as a blanket almost bumping into Guillermo.

”well that was really nice of you. but you didn't have to sleep in the tub with me. you looked really cramped“

Nandor looked down and fidgeted with his rings. ”I needed to make sure you were going to be alright all night. You're going to need a good amount of sleep if you're going to protect me.“ once he was done talking he quickly walked back into the bathroom.

Guillermo wonders who is this man and what did he do to Nandor.

Once they had everything packed they got the fuck out of there.

-

”so are you two looking for a room with two beds or?“ the lady at the front desk asked. Guillermo really gave him too much power.

Nandor thought about it. ”no just one is fine. But let me check with my partner” 

[laugtherhyena]

Tunnel 7

Wrote a fic about Karin following Abella into the bunker after seing her leave town in a hurry. She thinks this will be the perfect opportunity to catch Abella red handed and discover if her suspicions about the Oldegårian are right, however, what she actually learns is something she wasn't expecting, nor did she ever wanted to hear.

You can read it all under the cut :)

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Abella's footsteps echoed loudly through the long empty hallways of tunnel 7, it was perfect. Even from a distance Karin could make out where she was heading and stealthily follow her trail, carefully timing her steps with the ones from the mechanic to make sure the little noise she made would be drowned out by the sound of Abella's sturdy boots against the harsh floor.

The entrance to the bunker was the first place she saw the mechanic after they left the train, and there she was again, what is it with this place? What does she want from it?

…

There was something about Abella.

Something that kept making Karin's mind circle back to her like a moth to a flame.

Abella had been nothing but kind and helpful ever since they met at the train. She volunteered to take a look at the engine to see what could have gone wrong, she was sweet and nice to everyone she talked with.. Too nice, maybe? Too good to be true…

The journalist couldn't place a finger on why, but she could swear there was something more to that attractive Oldegårian than what meets the eye.. If this whole mess really was a sick army experiment they would need to have someone on the inside to look over everything, wouldn't they? Someone their little guinea pigs found reliable and trustworthy, someone they would never doubt..

Earlier when Karin was taking photos around town to document her findings she saw Abella rush into the woods, it was an odd sight coming from someone who was usually so calm. There were no twisted villagers or monstrous creatures chasing her, she was alone, what's the rush?

Carefully following her tracks it seemed like Abella picked a route different from the common ones, as if she didn't want to be seen, it didn't seem like she was returning to the train either. Eventually the path led Karin to the entrance of a tunnel and now she finds herself carefully navigating through them, making sure to keep an eye on where Abella is heading and take mental notes of the situation.

This is it, if she's getting anything out of this woman this is the time and place. If things went awry she could always rely on her trusty gun, she could feel it from the hand in her pocket, it would take her less than a second to grab, aim it and..

But she didn't want that. She didn't want to fight Abella.. For investigative reasons of course! She can't get any info out of her if she's dead on the floor.

Abella doesn't seem like the kind to start a fight unprovoked, but if she was right about her being a spy, perhaps it's all an act..?

Who could she be affiliated with? The Bremen army was an obvious candidate, Karin could swear she saw a man in a Bremen army uniform back in the train before it all went down, the Eastern union can't be left out of the table, the NLU as well.. Those people have been awfully quiet ever since they broke one of their agents out of prison-

*CLANG-CRASH!!*

The wrench whizzed through the air like a bullet and smashed into the ground with a loud crash, it was thrown with such force that it left a crack where it first hit the floor.

She didn't even see it be launched, all Karin could catch was the shadow of the wrench flying dangerously close to her face, in the next second the noise hit her ears and the tool lay on the floor. The sudden action made Karin grip the gun hard, finger in the trigger, but still on her pocket? Why!? She can't hesitate, not after almost having her head crushed by a flying wrench! She needs to pull it and point towards-

"..Abella?"

Through all of this pursuit Karin had not actually had a good look at Abella's face, obviously, she was following her from behind. But now they stood face to face.. It felt wrong.

Abella looked visibly distraught, her eyes were wide open and her gaze seemed lost, confused, scared. Was this the face of a spy who's about to have their cover blown..?

There was a considerable distance between them yet Karin could tell Abella was shaking slightly as she breathed heavily from her mouth. The mechanic let out a long grunt as she buried her face in her large hands.. It almost looked like she was in physical pain.

"By All-mer.. I'm sorry, Karin…"

"What is wrong with you, Abella?"

Karin's strong words echoed through the silent tunnel, Abella moved her hands down in response, her face still mostly covered but the journalist could see her eyes again.

"Uhhm.."

"..T-The wrench! Did it graze you? If it did i have some cloth pieces on me, you can-"

"Do not change the subject!" Karin exclaimed as she pointed a finger towards Abella and started making her way towards her as she continued her speech.

"I ask the questions and you answer. Don't think you can fool me, I saw you leave Prehevil in a hurry and take the most obscure path to this place, and now you've been wandering aimlessly through these hallways. Something is wrong, I know it."

"So tell me what's going on." She was right in front of Abella as she finished her sentence. The Oldegårian looked at her in shock as she stumbled upon her words.

"You saw me!? Did you-.. Did you see…"

Abella looked disturbed, her gaze jumped all over the bunker before shutting her eyes. She took a series of deep breaths before straightening herself, she opened her eyes, who stared directly at Karin's.

"After I looked around town I went to check the Mayor's manor. Huge place, there's even a food storage, I told Henryk about that."

"There was a bed in one of the rooms. I was tired I.. I wasn't going to sleep for long, it was just gonna be a quick nap and then I'd go back to searching."

"..But I fell asleep.. I slept like a log…"

Abella took a pause and rubbed her face before continuing. Her gaze now fixated on her own hands.

"When I woke up, he was there. The guy in the white suit, He... H-He had his pants down and-and he-.. He was going to-!.. To-.. T-To.."

Abella's eyes watered as she struggles to utter those damned words, as if her body physically refused, far too repulsed to say it.

"I-I know… I know he wo-would!.."

She angrily tapped her feet as she finished speaking. Tears rolled down her face as Abella couldn't hold it in anymore and started crying, Karin never thought she'd see her like this.. So distressed, terrified and uncomfortable. That woman was in so much pain, yet, her sobbing was quiet. Hardly louder than a whimper.

This is not what Karin wanted to hear.

Not in a million years would she have guessed the root of Abella's turmoil was an attempted rape.

She was ready for her to admit being a part of a dangerous army, a terrorist organization, a secret society or some obscure conspiracy group even the great Karin Sauer had never heard of.

But now, there she was. Kneeling on the floor, silently weeping with her hands covering her face. Right in front of Karin.

What are you even meant to do in this situation? What are you meant to say to someone who just escaped from such a sickening form of abuse? She was used to covering wars, not comforting people!

She was furious.. Furious at that disgusting mobster, but also herself.. She shouldn't have worded things that way, she was so rude and ignorant! Sure, she didn't know the reason behind Abella's unusual behavior when she said it but still..

She felt like shit, what kind of renowned journalist mistakes a woman’s trauma for her sneaking around!

But that doesn't matter now, this isn't about her. She needs to help Abella!.. Somehow.

Karin was never good at showing physical affection, let alone comforting people. Her work field and career made her even worse at that. But she can't just leave Abella crying, she has to do something, anything will be better than just watching.

Karin crouched next to her and hesitantly reached for her shoulder with a hand, Abella flinched slightly upon the touch and looked back at the journalist.

"I-I! Nothing-.."

"Nothing actually happened! I got him away from me before!- Before he could take off my clothes.."

"B-But i.. I-I…"

Abella's breathing became more irregular as she tried to finish the sentence, her eyes avoided contact as she looked at the bunker floor stained by her fallen tear drops. That's it, no more just standing there! Karin closed her eyes and embraced Abella. She had no idea if this was a good move, maybe it would just make things worse..

Luckily for her, after a few seconds of being startled by Karin's sudden action Abella slowly hugged her back, resting her head on the journalist's shoulders, she took a moment to steady her breathing before speaking again.

"I keep thinking, you know.. If I hadn't woken up when I did. If i wasn't strong enough to kick him away.. What would have happened to me… Where would I even be now…"

A few more tears rolled down her eyes as she tightened her embrace, She was tense, Karin could tell. Her muscles were far from relaxed, if anything they looked kinda swollen..? Her skin had an odd look as well, but Karin's just going to assume that's the poorly lit tunnel's doing.

"Abella, I'm so sorry you had to go through this. It's not something anyone should ever have to experience, let alone someone like you."

"You smile and lend a hand to everyone you come across, regardless of how long you know them for.. Only a true monster would even think of hurting you this way."

"It's over now. He's not here, you're safe. And I am here with you, I won't leave until I know you're well again."

Afterwards, the journalist tightened her embrace. She could feel Abella's body shake slightly as she let a couple more tears roll down her cheeks.

The two women stayed like that for the next couple minutes, not a single word was uttered between them during this time, they simply held each other. A tight yet gentle embrace.

Karin thought about the last words she told Abella, were they good enough? Or should she have worded anything differently? Maybe she should have said more. She thought about other things to say but none of them felt right, staying quiet didn't feel right for her either.. She felt like what she did wasn't enough, that she should comfort her in a better way, even if she had no idea what that way was.

But perhaps it was enough. Overtime Abella's breathing returned to normal and her crying had stopped, her muscles seemed to become less tense as well. Karin felt so relieved, perhaps now was the right time to open her mouth again.

She was unsure if now was the right place to ask this, but she needed to know, not only for Abella's safety but for everyone else from the train..!

"Abella, do you know where he could be? Did you see where he ran off to?"

If this man was still in town they couldn't just leave him free to wander around, they had to capture him, tie him up with a rope or chain and leave him to rot somewhere far away from everyone until they could contact the authorities. That was the right thing to do, but not what Karin wanted to do.

She wanted to put a bullet through his skull. She wanted to keep shooting his disgusting face over and over until it was nothing but a mangled mess of bloody bullet holes. She wanted to-

"In the sewer."

"Huh?" The mechanic's words took Karin by surprise, as they pulled away from their long hug Karin took a good look at her face. She no longer looked distraught just.. Utterly exhausted, which is expected after all this. Her eyebags looked more prominent and her eyes were devoid of any shine.

"The sewer. I threw his body in the sewer."

"Oh.. I see."

"Look. Karin, i didn't-"

"No, no." Karin held Abella's hands as she looked into her eyes. "You don't have to explain yourself. You were in danger, and defended yourself accordingly. Don't ever think of you as some heartless murderer."

"..Alright." Abella replied with a tired smile on her face as she intertwined her fingers with Karin's, it made her blush a little, as much as she didn't want to admit it. It was strange, Abella's hands were big, bulky and calloused, yet her grip was nothing but gentle.

"So, you didn't see me hide the body..? I thought that's why you were after me."

"No I didn't, you were already on your own when I spotted you."

Karin paused, there was something else she needed to say to Abella.

"I'm sorry, about me, I shouldn't have been so harsh with you earlier."

"It's fine. You didn't know.."

After that, the room fell quiet, it was awkward. Karin quickly took upon herself to break the silence.

"Well, I think we should be going. You're in no condition to be running around a bunker."

Abella simply nodded in response. The two women got up from the dusty floor hand in hand, and remained that way as they left tunnel 7.

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Hours later Karin found herself in the secret hideout underneath Prehevil bop. She brought Abella to the pub so that she could have some water and eat something before resting, she had no idea when was the last time she had eaten or drank anything. There were others at the bar, some had worried looks and asked what had happened, to which Karin simply said she found Abella unwell and couldn't just leave her be.

It wasn't in her place to disclose what had happened, that's something Abella should decide if and when she wants to share it once she's better.

At last, Karin had time to organize her thoughts and theories about the situation they were all currently in, the Termina festival. The day hadn't been nearly as productive as she initially intended, but she wasn't mad, helping Abella was.. Important as well, it made her happy to know she was ok now.

The hideout was an interesting place, it clearly belonged to some kind of organization, the NLU most likely. It had an area in one of it's corners that reminded Karin a bit of her own workspace back at the Midnight gazette, it had a decently sized table with a nice comfortable armchair, there was even a board on the back which she could use to lay out her photos and organize things in a presentable way.

But she wasn't there. Instead, Karin sat on the cold wooden floor quietly documenting her findings in a notebook supported by her legs folded in fetal position. She was sitting right next to the hideout's bunk beds, specifically the one which Abella was sleeping in.

She could see the armchair and table from the corner of her eye, yet she didn't want to go there even if it was the more comfortable option. She wanted to stay close to Abella, make sure she's safe in her peaceful slumber, she said she'd stay by her side after all!

…

Karin looked at the sleeping Oldegårian, she had a sweet little smile on her face, the sight made the journalist's heart flutter. For the first time today Abella looked genuinely calm and relaxed, perhaps a little too relaxed, one of her arms was hanging over the edge of the bed, touching the floor… It would be cruel to leave her like this.

She gently moved Abella's arm back on the bed. She didn't want to disturb her, not now when she was finally getting some good sleep. Abella moved slightly after the touch but remained asleep.

Karin found herself staring at Abella's long red hair.. It was beautiful, luscious and tied with a cute little ribbon near the end. So soft too, it was-.. Wait!

"...Huhm..?" The motion of the woman stroking Abella's hair awakened the Oldegårian. Her sleepy eyes looked at Karin, who still had a hand on the top of her head! She swiftly removed it but the movement was so awkward it looked almost robotic, her arm now loomed over Abella's head as she avoided looking at her eyes completely, the one look she gave her upon opening them was already enough to make the journalist's face red.

"U-Umm.. Do you mind..?"

"Ehehe, it's alright. It feels good." Abella replied, before closing her eyes again. Her words made Karin's heart skip a beat and caused a shy smile to appear on her face as she placed her hand back on Abella's hair.

And there she stayed, tenderly caressing Abella's hair as she fell asleep once more.

How nice.

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[dauntlessdiva]

hi again ^_^ just came to ask the main fandoms you’re in rn? curious about that !!

Hi darling.

I'm currently into stranger things

I am also into dimension 20, especially Fantasy High (I just finished the second season of it).

I also just finished season 2 of Bridgerton. I watch that with my mom and my sister, we binge a few episodes a night every Friday night. (We're like 2 episodes into the prequel show Queen Charlotte)

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