#finally had thr brain to finish it

[geekeryisafoot]

All of the recent Samura developements make me feel like I've finally clocked what Kagurabachi's main theme is gonna be: revenge vs protection. Punitive justice vs preventing further harm.

Chihiro's stated goal is revenge, but all of his major actions so far have been preventing further harm; saving Char, tanking Cloud Gouger's mass destruction, destroying the Raikuzaichi, freeing the victims. Chihiro is still a killer. He uses extreme violence. But the end product is innocent people being saved. You could absolutely argue about whether the ends justify the means, but it is putting some good into the world.

Samura's goal is also revenge, but all of his violence has been punitive. His violence doesn't actually help anyone. It's furthering the harm caused without rectifying anything. He looks at the Masumi and says "think of the children" while his actions are actively harming them

The series is obviously building up a "revenge is a cycle" theme, and I predict that Chihiro will ultimately be forced to choose: revenge or actually helping people

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I got an ask for a Bully Sukuna x Reader, and while I AM ACTIVELY WORKING ON IT its got me thinking so many thoughtsssss.

I'm thinking about Bully! Sukuna, that made thirteen years of your life miserable. Who had a habit of alway pushing you around, and calling you thr cruelest names, and scaring away any potential romantic partner you had ever had.

Bully Sukuna that you started to develop reluctant feelings for at some point. Wires crossing in your brain and finding some version of control in pretending he covted you- not hated you. You imagined what the world would be like of he used his natural charisma and imposing figure for good rather than evil. If his strong arms protected you rather than hurt you.

Bully Sukuna, who you're unbelievably relieved to get away from after graduation, and absolutely devastated to find at college.

He corners you at a party, drunkenly eyeing you up. "You look good for once." His words are terrifying- because he's never said anything that nice to you before.

"Thanks." You grumble, trying to leave only for him to hold out an arm and stop you. He takes a second to finish off his drink before continuing.

"Where do you think you're going, loser?" He scoffs, haphazardly throwing his empty plastic cup behind him. Which- disrespectful- but you expect nothing less from him.

"Back to my dorm?" You mumbled sheepishly.

"Why? You should just come back to mine instead."

I'm thinking about Bully!Sukuna who always had a desperate crush on you. Who found your charming smile and dazzling eyes irresistible. Who only bullied you because he had no idea how else to get your attention- and bad attention was better than nothing.

Bully Sukuna who made your eyes water, just so he could imagine them later when he was fucking his hands. In his fantasy, they're tears of pleasure- not pain.

Okay, maybe a little bit of pain.

Bully Sukuna who's already drunk when you get to the party, filter long since discarded. Who with the social lubricant of alcohol in his veins actually finds it in him to openly thirst over you. A part of you hates it. A part of you loves it.

A part of you uses this revelation to finally take some control in this dynamic.

You're in his dorm, but you're on top of him. You're riding him for all he's worth, finally using his stupidly sculpted body for your pleasure. And he's crumbling under you, feeling the total bliss that being enveloped in you brings. Your chest fills with pride as he begs you to let him cum. Finally, you have some power here.

Bully Sukuna who won't stop texting you after your little rendezvous. Who wants so desperately to meet back up. And you, dear reader, who reads his texts and never responds. Who gets a little shot of serotonin when you remember the power is finally in your court. You meet up every once in awhile- enough to keep him addicted. But never enough to fully satisfy his need to be with you.

You're starting to wonder who's really the Bully here

[missannwinchester]

Marina, +18, Joel Miller/Reader

Summary: On vacation with your father and his new wife, you seek revenge in the arms of an older sailor. Pure porn, no plot.

MAIN MASTERLIST maybe you'll find sth interesting

Warnings: oral s*x (female receiving), unprotected s*x (because this is fiction and not real life), a teeny tiny little bit of degradation I guess? (Reader asks to be called sl*t),

panties used as a gag, pretty vanilla tbh, Reader is over 18, however old you want her to be, she is wearing a dress, Joel is older, unspecified age gap.

You were lying on your back, looking at the wooden ceiling of the cabin. Your yellow summer dress was being pulled up your thighs. Joel, the sexy older man you had met in the marina, spread your knees and ran his scruffy cheek along your inner thigh. One of his massive hands slid up to find the hem of your panties. The other one joined promptly and he took off your underwear quite roughly. You trembled in anticipation and tangled your fingers into his hair when he was busy planting wet kisses on your abdomen. Your hand tried to urge him to stop teasing you, but it was clear he was going to play by his own rules.

Finally, you felt his hot breath on your wet labia. He licked you, starting at the bottom, finishing right on your clit. You moved one of your legs, impatiently pressing into his shoulder. He grabbed your leg with one hand and pressed on it.

"So impatient," he muttered into your core and you sighed.

"Come on, please!"

"Mmm, princess, you know what I should do? Gag you with those tiny little panties, you're distracting me," he tried to reason with you, his brown eyes devouring your half naked silhouette.

"Please do it," you begged before your brain could register what was happening.

"Really?" He wanted to make sure.

"I like it a little rough... I think..."

"You think?" He asked.

The truth was you didn't really know. You had always been too shy and insecure to have ever told your partners what you wanted. This time was going to be different. It was your first ever one night stand and you were going to do it right. And by right you meant that you were going to enjoy it. No shame, no guilt, no regret. At least that was what you were telling yourself. So you nodded.

"Oh b-before you do that..."

You sat up on the bed, instinctively adjusting your dress so that it would cover you.

"It should be easy for you to just spit out. Or tap the bed three times and I'll stop. That alright with you, darlin'?"

There was something about that you couldn't quite pin down, but it was easy for you to trust him. That's why you found yourself on his boat, in that cozy, narrow cabin, on the king sized bed. Half naked.

The way he looked at you made your insides flutter. It was unbelieveable to you that you actually wanted to be vulnerable with that man. It was unthinkable. Yet... you had to ask.

"Are there other names you want to call me?" You wondered.

"Like what? I'll call you anything you want," he promised, carressing your thigh with one hand, squeezing your panties in the other.

"Even... something bad?"

You watched his reaction.

"Ohh," he hummed with understanding. "I got myself a bad girl."

He took your knees and spread them again. You felt his finger at your opening, smearing your slick wettness along your mound.

"I found a little slut today," he smirked at you and you nodded.

Maybe you weren't into rough sex normally? Maybe this situation made you crave it? Maybe it was his intimidating persona that made you think all those thoughts. It was all very naughty to you. He was easily twenty years older than you, looking better than any other man on Earth and he was about to fuck you. Really, truly fuck you.

Suddenly, you found yourself on your back again, looking at the already familiar knag on the ceiling. Joel was hovering over you, holding your jaw lightly. You obeyed him and he put your damp panties in your mouth. You felt a little self conscious for a second, but then Joel's nose pressed against your throbbing clit. Oh damn.

The rest was a blur. He started lapping at your wettness, making obscene noises. His tongue moved expertly, right where you wanted it. Your fingers were massaging his head, trying to press him harder into you. You were a panting mess, a little slut, gagged on a stranger's bed in a shady part of the marina. The tension inside you was building, about to explode any minute. After a few expert moves you came, choking him, trapping between your trembling legs.

Your body finally relaxed and Joel hovered over you, his lips and scruff were covered in your juices.

"How's my slut feeling?" He asked, clearly expecting an answer, but did nothing to remove the makeshift gag.

You wondered for a split second if you should take it out yourself, but you just said "amazing" with it still in, making an incoherent noise.

"Such a good bad girl, who would have thought?"

You were suspecting that he didn't actually think you were a bad girl. Judging by his... performance it all was probably very vanilla for him.

"Fuck me," you said, enjoying the sound of your own muffled voice.

"What are you saying?"

"FUCK ME!" you mumbled loudly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

He knelt on the bed and unzipped his pants, then he quickly pulled them down, together with his boxers. His impressive length sprung out and it was definitely bigger than what you had expected. It looked bigger than your big dildo and in your experience real humans never had those dimensions.

"No idea what you're saying, but I'm lovin' it" he muttered, smearing precum around his tip.

"Are you gonna make those noises now too?" He wondered.

He placed himself above you and nuzzled your entrance with the tip.

"I asked you," he admonished. "Are you gonna make those noises now? Now that I'm feeding your needy pussy with my cock, hmm?"

"Mhmm!" You responded this time, nodding your head frantically, desperately wanting to feel more of him.

"Perfect little slut," he commented.

His dick slid along your labia a few times, smearing the wettness around. He pressed the tip into your opening and you whined, wrapping both of your hands around his strong, still clothed torso. The white shirt he was wearing was starting to cling to his body, but it was only the beginning.

Your walls stretched around him, wet, warm and welcoming. He slid in carefully, slowly, filling you to the brim, making you hum with pleasure. You had a feeling he liked it when you moaned behind the gag so you decided not to refrain yourself from making noises.

The depths of you he managed to reach were now tingling, each move, each stroke was bringing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Your legs were pulling him closer to you, your nails were tracing patterns on the damp, white shirt. Your strangled noises weren't enough for you anymore, but you struggled to spit out the gag. Finally you helped yourself a little with your hand, pulling your underwear out of your mouth in between strokes.

"Fuck!" was the first word you said or maybe moaned and it came out much louder than you intended.

You were starting to lose your rhythm, or maybe Joel was, or the both of you.

"I'm- I'm feeling you so deep inside me," you whimpered, rocking your hips into him, desperate for more.

"I know," he panted into your ear in a condescending tone. "You are taking it so well, so fucking well," he groaned. "You're taking it like a real slut, I know it's a lot, I know..."

His thrusts were powerful, forceful even, and you encouraged him with little moans.

"I know, it's okay little slut, it's okay, nothing you can't take..."

"Fuck! Fuck, Joel!"

It hit you like a truck.

Your walls fluttered around him, tightening, squeezing him. He moved a few times before spilling his seed into you, filling you, painting your insides. Your fucked raw pussy milked him dry. He collapsed on top of you instead of simply pulling out and you pulled him even closer to your chest.

He hummed in content, nuzzling your neck with his nose, tickling you with his facial hair.

"You're something else, darlin'," he gasped into your ear, his spent, sweaty body was still pressing you into the mattress making you feel safe and relaxed, like a warm, breathing weighted blanket.

"You're not bad either," you whispered.

Breathing deeply, with your muscles relaxed, with calloused fingertips gently tracing invisible patterns on your skin you felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

"I don't wanna go," you confessed sleepily.

"Then don't."

Then don't. Simple as that.

You wondered what it would be like. Travelling on his little boat, stopping in marinas, sunbathing on the deck all day, fucking relentlessly all night... You felt a pang of pain at the concept, like you were missing it, mourning a mere idea, nothing more than an efemeral thought.

You decided to indulge yourself, drifting deeper into thought, falling asleep under the weight of Joel, the sailor who rocked your world like the sea rocks such tiny little boats.

The end.

Thank you for reading :) Comments are very appreciated.

~missannwinchester

[moosesarecute]

Part 2: The shadows sing

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Azriel was going crazy. He was sure of it.

How can someone be obsessed with someone’s eyes?

He had only gotten a small glimpse, but he couldn’t think about anything else.

He even almost lost the annual snowball fight, because he was daydreaming about the mystery female’s eyes.

It had been in the middle of the last battle against Hybern, so over two years ago.

For the longest time, he didn’t even think about the female. He lived his normal life.

However, he started to dream. And in the dreams the eyes would look directly into his. They were so sparkly and bright. Azriel couldn’t forget them.

He had been seeking for the female. Not obsessively, of course, but if he had time. Or if he finished his tasks early. Or if he asked Rhys for a couple more days or hours so that he could spend longer time away.

He had been all over Prythian, all the courts, on the ground and in the sky. The female had disappeared from the earth.

The only thing he knew was the female’s eyes and that she looked like she controlled the naga out on the battlefield.

It was so graceful to watch. The naga was steered away from all the people that fought against Hybern and towards all Hybern soldiers. It was almost like it was tamed.

After seeking for almost a year, he realized he needed help. He had to find this female, but he has no clue where to look.

He decided that during the next boys night with Rhys and Cassian, he would ask about the naga on the battlefield.

“You remember the naga that was let loose during the last battle?” He asked. Rhys and Cassian nodded hesitantly, they didn’t often talk about the war. “Who do you think let it out?”

Rhys sat back in his chair and Cassian took a sip of his drink.

“I have no clue, I was busy dying,” Rhys said trying to make a joke.

Both Azriel and Cassian glared at him, none one in the Inner Circle had fully forgiven him for that.

“But I seriously don’t know,” Rhys continued. “I know of a group of hunters who resides in The Middle, but we have no way of knowing if it’s truly them.”

“The Middle?” Cassian asked. “People actually live there?”

“It would give sense if it was them,” Rhys said and ignored Cassian’s question. “They basically live in their territory, so if anyone can tame a naga it would be them.”

Azriel felt his brain go faster and faster. He had been through The Middle countless times, how hasn’t he heard about or seen such a group? They can’t be many people, if they were he would have seen them, right? Was this female a part of the group?

“Azriel?” Azriel flicked his head towards the sound of Rhys’ voice. “Any specific reason why you’re asking?”

Azriel thought about telling the truth, but he suddenly felt embarrassed. He was obsessed with a female he had only seen once and only for a couple of seconds.

“The naga has just been on my mind lately,” Azriel mumbled an answer.

Rhys and Cassian shrugged and continued their conversation.

Azriel only thought one thing: he needed to get to The Middle.

He had a busy week and had not been able to leave his missions to look for the mystery female.

Until today.

He flew and shadow walked until he was in the middle of Prythian.

After spending some time getting to know his surroundings, he started spying.

The first shelter he saw looked like it would fall down at any time. The construction was mainly out of wood and even through the snow it both looked and smelled rotten.

It didn’t take his shadows long to figure out that it lived two high fae in the shelter. A pair of twins, a male and a female. Probably originated from the Day court.

Azriel hid in a tree and waited for the twins to emerge.

His heart was beating so fast and he felt more restless than he had in ages.

What if he finally was going to see the female again?

“You idiot!” He heard a masculine voice yell from inside the shelter. “We are not going for a fucking bird, when we can take a naga!”

The door to the shelter was thrown open and out stumbled two fae. Both looked like they had seen better days. They had cuts and bruises various places on their bodies and both had black eyes.

Azriel immediately knew that this was not the female that haunted his dreams.

“I’m just saying that since Y/N got I few hits in, maybe we should do something easy today and take the naga’s tomorrow,” the female argued. “When we have healed a little.”

Y/N

Y/N

It was the most beautiful name Azriel had ever heard. It seemed so gentle and sweet. He decided there and then that he needed to find this Y/N.

“You’re a coward,” the male said.

Not even a second later the female landed a punch to his jaw. The male swore and fought back, kicking his twin in the stomach.

“Very stupid,” Azriel’s shadows muttered.

Azriel just nodded and took to the shy without a sound.

It took him five minutes to get to a different shelter. However, this one almost looked luxurious compared with the other shelter. It had both windows and a sturdy roof and the walls was painted in a dark brown color.

“Old male, lesser fae,” his shadows informed him. “Leader.”

That made sense, the leaders always had more money and resources than the rest. Even though it was unfair.

“Hurt,” his shadows then told him. They swirled chaotic around him. “We found, pretty eyes, hurt.”

The shadows started to pull him and Azriel realized he had no other choice than to follow.

He started to get excited, but also stressed. Was the female hurt? He could maybe help her! But what if it wasn’t her? And what if it was her? What would he say? Hi, I’ve been dreaming about your eyes every night for a year? He couldn’t do that.

Azriel landed in a tall tree. He looked down on a small shelter. It was not as bad as the first one, but not as good as the leader’s.

It had four walls and a roof. The roof had a few holes, one much bigger than the others. It had one small window and a door, but other than that, it wasn’t much.

“Pretty,” his shadows continued to tell him. “She’s like you, but pretty. Friends!”

Azriel didn’t understand what they meant. Like him? In what way.

“She’s hurt?” He asked his shadows.

“Hurt, ribs, leg, head,” his shadows replied. “Stubborn, arguing.”

“Arguing with who?”

“Friends!” The shadows said, almost sounding like they were smiling.

“Her friends?”

“Our friends!”

Azriel wanted to ask what they were talking about, but he didn’t need to.

Out of the cabin walked a female. She looked short, but strong. She wore leathers and a old clock. It looked like it would be freezing.

The female closed the door and when she turned around, Azriel finally saw the big beautiful eyes he had been longing for. He felt enchanted. Completely lost in the shiny and sparkling eyes.

However, Azriel’s eyes soon became just as big as the female’s. Because surrounding her was a bunch of shadows.

They soon disappeared, all to different directions, but Azriel was sure he saw them.

The female walked slowly with a soft limp to her left leg.

After a few meters she was again covered in shadows. Azriel now had no doubt in his mind: she was a shadowsinger like him.

Before he thought about it, he had already left the tree and landed on the ground. Starting to move towards the female.

Before he could reach her, she disappeared into the shadows.

“Friends left!” The shadows whined. “Pretty eyes left!”

Azriel couldn’t do anything else then just staring at the spot where the female had disappeared.

“Find her,” he said and soon all his shadows started to work.

It didn’t take long for his shadows to find the female. What worried Azriel was the fact that they came back acting in chaos.

“Danger, hurt, pretty, naga, danger, help,”

They were screaming at him as they covered him and dragged him along where they wanted him to go.

When the shadows left him, he was in a clearing, still in the middle of the forest.

He hid in the shadows behind a tree and saw the female, armed with knifes, move carefully towards a naga. The naga was drinking from a nearby river and was too busy to notice the female.

She moved gracefully and quiet. Not making a sound as she put one foot in front of the other, even though the ground was covered in snow.

Unlike previously, the female was alone, no shadows in sight.

Azriel started to doubt what he had seen earlier. Maybe the female wasn’t a shadowsinger at all. Maybe he only hoped she was. If she was a shadowsinger, she definitely would have used her shadows when trying to take down a naga, she would be stupid otherwise.

Azriel didn’t think she looked stupid, she looked like she knew what she was doing as she stopped about 15 meters away from the animal.

She started to take her aim when Azriel noticed movement to the left of the female.

To his horror there was another naga, creeping up to her, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

Azriel remembered the twins he saw earlier talking about nagas. This female and the twins must be in the same business, he realized.

Azriel stood completely still as he saw the second naga getting closer and closer to the female. But she didn’t react to it, he didn’t even think she knew it was there.

But she had to know, right? If she was a shadowsinger she definitely would have known. Maybe he should help her, or maybe this was all a part of her plan? When did he suddenly become so indecisive?

The naga started to attack and Azriel moved on instinct.

He shadow walked directly behind the female and used truth teller to slice the naga over the neck. It fell to the ground, dead instantly.

“Mad.”

His shadows told him, sounding almost scared.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He heard the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. “I had it, I had everything under control. It was mine.”

Azriel turned around and met the sparkling eyes he had dreamed about for such a long time. He was speechless.

“You just lost me money, money I need. You fucking prick.”

Azriel was too enchanted by her beautiful voice to answer.

“Are you deaf or something?”

Azriel shock his head.

“Mute?”

He shock his head once more.

The female only rolled her eyes. “I don’t have time for this.”

She turned around and walked towards a nearby tree and pulled her knife out of it. She must have tried to get the naga and then missed.

However, she had two knifes and the other one seems to be missing. Maybe she got one hit, but not good enough for the naga not to run to safety.

“She’s leaving.”

Azriel got out of his enchantment and stormed towards the female.

He took hold around her wrist.

“Wait,” he said.

The female turned around, ripped her wrist out of his hand and before he could even react, she slapped him across the face.

Azriel felt more confused than ever. He was usually always a few steps in front of his opponent. For some reason, this female kept on making him distracted.

“What’s your name?” He couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to know.

The female just shock her head.

Buzz

Buzzzz

Buzzzzzzzzz

“Ouch!”

Azriel hit the insect that bit his neck.

He moved his hand and saw a small yellow bug.

He brushed it off on his leg and raised his gaze back to the female.

She looked like she had seen a ghost.

“Shit! Do you have the anecdote?” She asked him.

He almost laughed. He was a strong Illyrian warrior and she thought he needed an anecdote for a bug bite.

“I don’t need an anecdote for a small bug bite,” he told her.

But then he felt his hands get sweaty and his sight turned prickly. And not even seconds later, he hit the ground and lost consciousness.

[admiral-mason]

Ultra-Impact (SAGAU x Ultrakill)

Alright, let's try this multi-part chapter series yet again.

Idea based on @valeriele3's Live Stream post.

Reader is Gender Neutral (GN)

0-1 << YOU ARE HERE 0-2

PRELUDE /// FIRST INTO A NEW FIRE

SENTIENT MACHINES FROM HELL WARN YOU OF GRAVE DANGER.

"Ultrakill Violence Layer + Genshin stream"

Was the title of your stream on [streaming platform]. The chat was healthy, spitting out messages like every stream you recorded.

jonas9291: bro's gonna die LMFAO

Makitasbookshelf: This is it!

Brrrrrrtt donated $5.00: "BENJAMIN!!11!!!!!!!1!11!"

"Who the heck is Benjamin?" You said as you asked your chat before exiting the room that you were in,

And then staring up to see a huge titan of a machine.

1000-THR EARTHMOVER

"Ohhhhh holy crap that is one huge robot right there!"

That was what you said before you hooked onto the hookpoints at the beginning of the level and made your way up to the 1000-THR Earthmover's leg. The level title then popped up once you grappled all the hookpoints:

VIOLENCE /// CLIMAX ...LIKE ANTENNAS TO HEAVEN

The first two streetcleaners went down easy; you shot one while knocking off the other. Then, you ascended upwards to its side and killed a sentry.

And then right after said sentry was a Guttertank. These things sucked but you managed to get rid of him after a screwdriver railcannon to the torso.

Killing two more soldiers and a sentry after parkouring over some heated pipes, a Gutterman tried to kill you from behind at the last second. You broke his guard and finished him off with the rocket launcher.

Making your way to a circular platform, two more Guttertanks spawned.

"Are you screwing with me right now??" You said, as you bothered abusing the attractor sawblade launcher and yet another screwdriver railcannon shot to kill them, but not before one of their rockets hit you. Entering a building of sorts, you killed off two Mannequins and a Malicious face, with one ending up crushed by the face and granting you + MAURICED.

Right before the town, however, you noticed a terminal and you decided to check it out. However, instead of a tip of the day, it simply said:

"DO NOT TOUCH THE LANDS RULED BY THE SEVEN GODS."

benjaminfan: wtf

wjdhriww: what is this?

3929: Omg new Ultrakill update real???

NaviaLover291: Holy shot!

"...What the heck?" You quickly took a screenshot of the image for later. Then you defeated the 1000-THR Defence System after three deaths and made your way to the interior. Busting up the idols, you used the hookpoints in what you could infer as the neck area. Another terminal stood right at a checkpoint area, displaying different text too.

"THEY HAVE BECOME FERAL, LIKE THE WILD ANIMALS ROAMING ALONGSIDE THEM. THEIR RELIGION OF BELIEVING IN AN ALMIGHTY ONE, TWISTED AND CORRUPTED TO KILL ALL IMPERSONATORS."

Adm!ra1-M4son: Bro is this a spoiler for Fraud??

valeriele3: Hey this reminds me of SAGAU Impostor AU! ...That's not a good sign actually-

johnifer: sagau more like SAG ON DEEZ NUTS LOLOLOLOL GOTTEM

"Oh no Genshin better not freaking kill me after this," you jokingly said as you screenshotted this text too, wondering if this relates to any storyline purposes. Your chat once told you about SAGAU during one stream and you all had fun reading the Tumblr fanfictions about it.

Fighting the Earthmover's brain was simple enough: fire everything you owned at it. Screwdrivers, coins, cannonballs jumpstart sawblade launcher, basically literally every single heavy weapon you owned.

The final horde was a bit laggy for you, but aside from that it was more or less just abusing rocket launchers and sawblade launchers. You then finally completed the level, with an unfortunate C-rank.

"Oof," Was all you said before you went onto Reddit for a brief moment and posted your screenshot of the terminals before going to booting up Genshin.

"Okay chat let's do this!" You said as you were about to go do your daily commissions and everything was normal until you talked to an NPC.

"...You filthy impersonator! The Knights of Favonius will make sure you're properly disposed of!"

He said that before your game crashed on you with an error code simply labeled "You shall pay for your crime, impostor."

"What the heck chat??" But then your stream ended too, and before you knew it, your PC started rapidly heating up and your monitor glowing a flashbang-level white before you were ultimately engulfed by it.

0-1: INTO A NEW FIRE: COMPLETED

Taglist: @valeriele3, @bunniotomia (I think that's how tagging works? If you wish to be tagged, let me know in the comments below)

[gojipink]

virgin!Alhaitham

ஐ summary. Alhaitham masturbates thinking about you!

ஐ warnings. NSFW, fem!reader, masturbation, mentions of: fingering and oral (f. & m. rec.)

virgin!Alhaitham who was never interested in women or sex until the two of you became an official couple. He had much more important and pressing matters to tend to and didn't need to worry about becoming involved with frivolous things like relationships and pointless one-night stands. But then you showed up and now suddenly he has someone by his side, someone to cherish and love, someone to… satisfy. 

virgin!Alhaitham who has to face Kaveh's sarcastic and teasing comments about if Alhaitham even knows how to please a woman. Alhaitham didn't bother to entertain Kaveh with an answer but throughout the day, the annoying comment embedded itself in Alhaithams’s head. Sure, Alhaitham knew the female anatomy and biology but to utilize that knowledge in a way that would make you see stars? 

virgin!Alhaitham who begins to consume all there is to know about erogenous zones and sex tips. Watches porn purely as an educational source and barely bats an eye at the scenes. Sitting at his desk, arms crossed, mind focused, dick not stirring in the slightest. 

virgin!Alhaitham who comes across a video of a girl that has your hair and eye color. His mind flashes to you and how you would look doing the same actions as the actress. His heart rate picks up a bit imagining you in the same little lace number, on your knees, mouth open waiting for him. How will your voice sound when he’s marking up your skin? How far will your back arch when he slides his fingers inside your tight hole, curling his fingers up and abusing that spongy spot? How hard will your fingers grip his hair when uses his tongue to spell his name on your clit? How will your face look when he sheathes his thick cock inside you in one fluid thrust?

virgin!Alhaitham who stops the video to shut the whining pornstar up. His mind is now completely flooded with thoughts and images of you. Mind filled with all the things that he wants to do with you, to do to you. Alhaitham doesn’t masturbate often but recently he’s been finding it harder to not deal with the insistent throbbing that has been popping up more frequently. He actually finds it somewhat annoying, having to take time out of his busy schedule to tend his aching cock. Opting for quick rough strokes that allowed him to finish in less than 5 minutes so he could get on with the rest of the day. But as your relationship progresses, he begins to realize why he’s been getting so worked up. The shy look you give him when the two of you are alone or when your fingers have a slight nervous tremble in them as you trace the protruding veins along his arms and hands, it awakens something primal in him. 

virgin!Alhaitham who takes his time touching himself for once. His jaw clenches and his dick twitches at the imagery his brain creates. Vivid scenarios dance behind his closed eyelids as he imagines what your first time together would be like. Finally freeing his pulsing cock from his tight pants, Alhaitham firmly grips the base and languidly strokes up and down. He thinks about how your smaller hand would offer the same slow almost hesitant movement, forcing him to feel every sensation. He envisions the way your eyes would be fixated on his dick, at the way it twitches and leaks from your attention. Pictures the way your pretty eyes would look up at him as you tentatively open your mouth and kitten lick the tip. 

virgin!Alhaitham who has to take a breather because he almost came at the thought of your mouth on him. Pausing for a second and inhaling deeply before his hand resumes its position, setting a faster pace than before. Thinking about the way you would try to fit all of him in your mouth while using your hand to stoke the part you can’t reach. Alhaitham focuses on rubbing his cockhead to simulate the feeling of you gagging around him when his tip grazes the back of your throat. His eyes screwed shut as he imagines little tears gathering along your lashes as you bob your head faster, throat repeatedly constricting around him as you try to take him deeper. His balls feeling heavy with the need of release as he picks up his pace even more. The final straw is the vision of you swallowing around him as he cums down your throat. You would try so hard to not let a single drop leak out of your mouth, milking him for every last bit. 

virgin!Alhaitham who cums all over his stomach with deep guttural grunts. Riding out his high by stoking himself almost to the point of overstimulation. Looking down at his mess, he can't help but wonder what you would look like cleaning his cum off his abs. The vulgar thought has him fisting his twitching dick again, craving to see more lewd daydreams of you.

[whatiwishfanfiction]

GUYS, IT'S THE LAST CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE WHO READ THIS, LEFT KUDOS, COMMENTS, BOOKMARKS, ETC!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THE GREAT LORAX REWRITE IS FINALLY COMPLETE!

Excerpt:

He spent his days staring at the tally marks he'd scratched into the walls. They sprawled unevenly, some deep gouges, others mere scratches. He counted them again and again, fingers tracing the jagged lines, as he mumbled under his breath. "One... two... three... four..." His voice faltered and he started over. "One… two… thr—no, wait." He could only pray his count remained slightly accurate as the years went by.

Once he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, a flash of green in the broken shard of metal that hung from the wall. He whipped his head around, only to see his own reflection glaring back at him. But it wasn’t him—it was that other him. The green, twisted version, eyes hollow and black like two bottomless pits. 

"What do you want?" he whispered. "Why won’t you just leave me alone?" The reflection only smiled, a slow, creeping grin before crawling slowly away.

At night, the walls breathed. That’s what it sounded like to Once-ler—a long, wheezing inhale, a brittle exhale. The wind rushed through the gaps with ghostly arms that reached for him. He woke up, shivering, convinced he heard humming-fish singing just outside. 

"Hush! Quiet, they’re back!" he whispered to himself. Pressing his ear to the walls, the cold metal bit into his skin. All he heard was the wind. He slumped back down, knees pulled to his chest. "They were here," he murmured, rocking back and forth. "I know they were here…"

Desperate for routine, every morning, Once-ler reached for the rope he’d rigged to a bucket. It wasn’t for food or water—those needs had faded—he pulled it up just to see if the world had sent him something, anything. Most days, it came up empty, swinging in the breeze like a useless pendulum. Once or twice, he found a few broken pieces of old advertisements. He kept them, not because they were useful, but because they were better than nothing.

The gloves fused to his hands were another enemy he could never beat. They itched and burned, the skin underneath painful and raw. He scratched at the seams until his fingers bled, trying to tear them off. However, the fabric wouldn’t budge. "Get it off, get it off!" he screamed. He tore at his flesh until exhaustion took him.

The days twisted and knotted together into an indecipherable net, ensnaring him. Once-ler sat in his corner, and all he could think was, "Willingly. I chose all of it willingly." 

He wondered if the Lerkim would be his tomb. Or if, by some cruel twist of fate, he’d live forever within its rusted walls, alone with the ghosts of choices that could never be unmade.

The only other thing left to do was the thing he did most of all: Contemplate the meaning of the stones. "Unless." Unless what? he wondered.

Unless he changed his ways?

Unless he somehow escaped?

Unless he said he was sorry?

Unless the humming-fish had been trying to warn him?

Unless the Truffula trees were still out there, watching?

Unless the wind has been whispering the answer all along?

Unless his reflection knew the truth and he didn’t?

Unless the rain spoke a language he couldn't hear?

Unless the Lorax never left and was invisible?

Unless everything that was happening was a dream?

"Unless," Once-ler whispered again, as his brain overheated with puzzlement. "Unless... I was never meant to understand."

(Read the rest on ao3).

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS DONE! For over I a decade I would see people complain about this movie and how it could be better. I would see posts about how people were going to rewrite it, but they never really did beyond summaries. Now I've finally finished this, so my life is complete. This is the longest fanfiction that I took the most seriously finishing. Thank you for all the kudos, comments, bookmarks, etc. that I didn't know if it would get.

Me and my coauthor on this account are hoping to create more rewrites after this. Currently, we're almost done with the first draft of a rewrite of Disney's Wish. We're aiming to start releasing it around Christmas, depending on how things go.

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO READ THIS STORY! Please let me know if you have any feedback about how you liked this rewrite. We'll take it into account for how we handle rewrites in the future.

[coveey-s]

spark: part 2

summary: Cleo Sharpe, a young FBI agent joins the BAU in the wake of the teams fight with infamous serial killer Mr. Scratch finally coming to and end. Cleo thinks she knows almost everything there is to know about the BAU but things aren't exactly as they seemed. Especially when it comes to the highly acclaimed Dr. Spencer Reid, who is a lot more reclusive and quiet then she would've thought. However something tells Cleo that something brighter is hidden underneath the surface, a spark. And she's determined to find it.

part 2 in this series

paring: spencer reid x oc

genre: slow burn (?)

content: none?

word count: 887

note: this is based on season 13 buttt I haven't finished that season yet LMAO so it may go off the narrative of the show a bit. this is definitely not factual at all (what do i know about the inner workings of the fbi or criminal proceedings help) so please suspend your belief and go with it 🤗

yk i never thought about how insane it'd be for the bau to have 9 people in it but ummm... the more the merrier?

also guys, writing fanfic is hard. i usually write like just fiction stuff so it's hella hard to try to write established characters properly #imjustagirl. ya'll are soldiers fr.

Cleo had never been overly scared about meeting new people. People were predictable. Behavior could be predicted down to a science, no pun intended. However, she still felt a little nervous that first morning.

She could predict that the team may be skeptical towards her. People often were skeptical of change.

Cleo knew that an agent by the name of Matt Simmons had also joined recently, but although he'd just now become a part of the team, the others had apparently known him for a long time.

Nobody knew who she was.

But she knew them. In the least stalker-adjacent way. Cleo liked to be prepared.

She stepped into the elevator from the parking lot with a little more confidence this time. Cleo knew her intelligence and capability. Although it wavered a little when she bumped the level 1 button reaching for level 4.

With a sigh she watched the number 1 light up and the elevator slow down. Cleo prayed no one would be there and she could slam the close doors button. But to her initial annoyance someone was waiting there.

Her annoyance disappeared when she recognized him, the guy from yesterday.

He glanced at her and she gave him a polite smile as she shuffled to make room.

"You're Cleo Sharpe," he began. Cleo turned her head. "Our new team member, right?"

She raised her eyebrows, "Yeah, I am, nice to meet you,"

"Dr Spencer Reid," he introduced. Cleo was in the process of reaching for a handshake when she processed who he was.

"You're Spencer Reid?" Cleo asked which was a redundant question considering he had just said that.

He nodded. She put down her hand. "You're not a handshaker, huh?"

Reid shook his head politely.

Cleo looked to the doors again, "I can't beIieve I didn't recognize you before."

Her brain hadn't registered the name with his face. He looked different than she expected. She remembered seeing a picture of Reid from a while back, he'd looked a little more nerdy. He was cute then and now, if she was being honest. But that was neither here nor there.

Apparently he was only twenty-two when he joined the FBI. He must've been in his late thirties by now, it made sense that he'd obviously matured. 10 years and a prison stint would change a person.

"You can't?" Reid asked and it took Cleo a minute to remember what she'd said last.

The elevator doors opened to the fourth floor. "It's just, you're kind of well known, you know?"

"I didn't know," he replied.

Most times Cleo would've called bullshit that someone like him didn't know he was well acclaimed, but his expression seemed genuine.

"Maybe you don't know everything then," she teased. The next second she realized that might've come out wrong.

"Oh I didn't mean it- I mean cause you're like a genius- thank you-" Reid held the door open for her as they stepped through the glass. "You're a genius but you don't know you're like kinda famous so it's... okay maybe it wasn't funny," Cleo mumbled the last part under her breath.

Reid nodded, "No, I understand. It was funny."

Cleo muttered a thank you as they reached the desks. She peered for an empty desk and there was only one, across from him.

"Is there someone sitting here?" Cleo cringed, she was having flashbacks to being a kid trying to secure a seat at the lunch table.

"No," he replied.

Cleo set her stuff down, trying to get things organized. Something on Reid's desk caught her eye. Actually multiple somethings, books, so many books. Not surprising.

"So I guess saying you like to read is an understatement," she remarked. He looked at her when a voice called, "Major understatement."

"David Rossi," he introduced with a smile, shaking her hand. Though the introduction wasn't necessary, he wasn't hard to recognize.

"Cleo Sharpe. Can I just say you're such a legend, I've read all of your books, I'm thrilled to be working with you." she ranted.

Rossi glanced at Reid, "I'm having deja vu."

Reid's mouth pulled up a bit at the corners.

Cleo wasn't exactly sure what Rossi meant but she bit her tongue, "I apologize, sir."

"Don't apologize, I'll take the compliments," Rossi smiled, "And don't call me sir, makes me feel old. Which I am, but I already know that."

"I won't." she smiled back.

For the next few minutes as the team filtered in Cleo beat the Guinness world record for most introductions made in twenty minutes. It was a little overwhelming, she had to admit. But despite her worries the team seemed quite accepting.

Finally a woman in perhaps the brightest outfit in all of the FBI appeared on the upper landing. It had to be none other than Penelope Garcia.

"Guys-" she started before she saw Cleo. "Oh you must be the new girl." Penelope said brightly, stepping hurriedly but carefully down the stairs.

"Hey, I thought I was the only one who got a "new" title," Luke pointed out.

Penelope eyed him before looking back at Cleo, "He's right."

"Cleo," she said, reaching out her hand. Penelope took it in both of hers, "It's so nice to meet you! I wish we had more time to talk but we have a case. And it's not pretty."

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! I’m not sure if your doing requests or not but if you are can you do one where Hotch’s daughter is acting weird lately where she where’s his clothes and stuff and he just thinks that she misses him when he’s on a case but really is because his daughter is transgender and wants to be a boy but didn’t have enough confidence to come out to her dad but told all her friends and they call her a male name and she respond to it and Hotch gets all confused

Aaron Hotchner X Trans Son Reader

Hey its been a while but here is a new oneshot!

Request: Hotch’s daughter is acting weird lately where she where’s his clothes and stuff and he just thinks that she misses him when he’s on a case but really is because his daughter is transgender and wants to be a boy but didn’t have enough confidence to come out to her dad but told all her friends and they call her a male name and she respond to it and Hotch gets all confused

I love it I need more trans readers I aill gladly write them.

Y/D/N - Ypur dead name as Hotch don't know the name you want to go by yet.

Third person pov...

Hotch is getting ready for work, as he stands in his trousers in his room he is currently searching for a shirt, it was one of his whites and couldn't find it.

Confused the man looks in the laundry bin but still couldn't find it, thinking of the last possible reason he knocks on his daughters door. "Hey Y/D/N, have you seen my white shirt?" He asks walking in to his daughters room.

The teen is on her bed reading a book, she freezes a second before Hotch sees her eyes wonder over to her wardrobe, confused the man looks over and sees a large white shirt sticking out, it was his shirt!

The man then takes thr shirt back, he folds it and looks at his daughter whos eyes don't leave her book, his face softens. "If you miss me that much just ask and I will give you something only honey" he tells her, Y/D/N just smiles trying to hide her face embarrassed she was caught.

'That's the fifth time she's taken my clothes, strange' thinks the man before going downstairs to make breakfast for his kids.

Once Hotch leaves Y/N let's put a sigh of relief his Dad didn't seen him trying kn the shirt to see how it looks. Y/N was Trans, he's known he was a boy since he was 12, now being 15 he wants to tell his dad but doesn't know how.

Sighing the boy stands up and begins getting ready for school, he wears his less girly clothes and walks out of his room and downstairs for breakfast.

"Foods on the table Y/D/N eat up we leave soon" Says Y/N dad as the Man rushes around the room tidying up Jack's mess and making sure the food wasn't burning.

Hotch takes a sip of coffee before noticing his daughters clothes, of course being a profiler he has noticed how his daughter had been acting strangely, it worried him.

He then checks the time "oh shi- come on kids time to go" he exclaims just seeing the time, once both kids are in thr car Hot h drives off thankfully he didn't have to get to work early.

He drops Jack off first then drives down to the highschool, Y/N kisse shis dad cheek then jumps out, just as Hotcb goes to tell her he loves her, the man hears one of her friends call Y/D/N another name.

"Hey Y/N!" Exclaims tbr teen making Y/N smile, Hotch sees the smile it was a genuine smile on his daughters face lately she doesn't smile as much.

"Y/N? Who's Y/N?" Mutters Hotch even his profiling brain was confused, once the man got tk work he got to searching up why his daughter was acting funny.

After an hour of going over everything he finally understands why his daughter is acting to strange. "Is she Trans?" He questions himself.

He then thinks of everything that's happened with his teen, the drastic change of clothes, the now short hair, not liking anything feminine, thr subtle flinches when called her name.

Hotch smiles "I have a trans kid" he mutters to himself smiling.

After they finish the case Hotch texts Jessica telling her he will be back soon and that she can leave to go home.

Once the man arrives home he finds his 'son' sitting at the kitchen table cup of hit chocolate in his hands very anxious expression on his face.

"Hey Bub, what's going on?" Questions Hotch making sure to not use anything feminine nicknames for them. He visibly notices them relax at the name.

Y/N taps his nails onto the cup nervous before answering, he was going to tell his dad he was trans. "Hey Dad, yeah i-can I talk to you?" He questions this made his dad serious.

The man then takes a seat infront of his child hopefully having a reassuring look on his face as he waits for them to start talking.

"Okay, so I have been thinking in telling you this for years but never knew how, but here I go I guess, I'm Trans Dad. I'm not a girl I'm a boy, I've known since I was 12 and did lot sofa research, my friends know and have helped me to be able to finally tell you." He explains all in one breath breathing deeply after trying to catch his breath back.

Hotch just smiles, he was happy his son finally came and told him himself. Hotch takes his sons shaking hands in his, this makes the teen jump red blotchy eyes look at him.

"I know Son, I did my own research at work and it all fell together, I'm proud of you for telling me and of course I love and support you I'm sure Jack would love an older brother and me another Son-" before he finishes his words he had his arms filled with his new 'Son'.

The man comforts the boy but rocking and kissing his forehead letting him cry, he must of been so worried waiting for Aaron to get home from thr case.

When he finally calmed down Y/N spoke. "I have chosen a name that I want to be called" he mutters, He feels his dad rub his back helping him relax.

"And what that Son" Says Hotch, he once again sees his sons face light up at being called 'Son' from now on the dad only wants to see that expression on his kids face.

Y/N looks down at his hands and nervously picks at his skin. "Y/N" he mutters. "Sounds great, Y/N Hotchner it is" Says Hotch.

He is then once again hugged tightly by his son he hugs back just a tight. "Anytbing else you want me to know son?" He asks the boy in his arms.

Y/N sniffles before pulling back and shuffling on his Dad's lap. "Can we change my name in the school system and tell Jack tomorrow?" Askes Y/N.

"Of course we can do that Son, and Jack will know tomorrow, we will be happy to have an older brother" Says the man, soon enough his Son had fallen asleep so he took him upstairs and tucked the boy in.

"Good night Son" he mumbles before leaving.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot I loved it as usual sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are Open!

Word count: 1211

[werezmastarbucks]

11. your human starter kit came incomplete

pic credit

masterlist

word count: 4599

music: arsonist by halsey

author's note: the legend halsey went and wrote the perfectest bestest song about serial killers. listen to it please

"Don't nibble on your fingers".

"Your dick has been in me once, and you're ordering me around already?" she muttered. Chibs was sipping tea next to her, watching her read. Their findings seemed a bit embarrassing to him now, because it was all 'we followed this lad until the garbage bins and broke his face but he didn't know anything'. June, however, seemed very interested. She kept rereading some of the pages and referring to the others, all the while, keeping one index finger in between her teeth. The street was fast asleep, the only lit building being her house, where they, sore after the long lovemaking, were sitting in the kitchen with tea.

June was rejuvenated with the new intel he'd provided. She was shaking her leg under the table, writing comments with a pencil on the other side of one of the pages.

Chibs stood up, stretched his back and looked at the time. His hands lay on her shoulders lightly.

"White, age between thirty and fifty, dull appearance", he read aloud.

"Don't look, it's not finished yet", she covered her lines with her hand.

"It's not a poem, Junie".

She gasped theatrically.

"How dare you sir. This is my poetry".

She made Chibs inspired. He declared:

"White and dull and jobless,

killed my neighbor lass,

what a little freaky

stooping smelly ass".

She laughed.

"I have to go. It's late".

June's eyes grew wider. She opened her mouth, but no sound was produced. Chibs stopped and looked.

"Can you stay for the night? I keep having nightmares. I wake up in the middle of the night, and it gets spooky".

He slowly sat back next to her.

"Since when?"

"Since forever".

She got unnerved under his studying gaze.

"About what?"

"Various things".

"Men?" he guessed. She lost against sad smile.

"In reality I try to act a certain way to make men afraid of me, but in my dreams they always get their revenge".

His hand was moving up and down her back, so weirdly comforting. She started getting lazy again. Like when he touched her, June had to fight against her own brain because it wanted to shut her down.

"I think spending days and nights with these monsters will do that".

"Ever since I remember myself", she said suddenly, "I wanted to either be the best, or in an anti-cannibal muzzle".

Chibs was quiet for some time.

"You can be the best at cannibalism. You're well on the path".

She turned the page around with a final motion and rubbed her face.

"Okay, I'm tired".

"Fucken finally", he jumped up readily, giving her his hand.

They were standing in a circle with confused frowns on their faces.

"That's like, the opposite of what Roosevelt told us to do", Kozik noted, "he told us specifically not to run into her, but if we all go to the police station..."

"Well, she said she doesn't want to go through this twice..." Jax shrugged.

"Oh, excuse me miss", Bobby grumbled. "What do ya think's gonna happen when all of our bunch drives into the police station? For a first, there's not enough space for all of us".

"Do you want to catch him or not?" Chibs asked. Everybody shut up for a second. Juice scratched his tattoed head. He never objected going to the police station for the profile reading. None of them would, had it not been for the two factors: it's a police station, and it's full of police.

"Poetic", Opie admitted, "last year she used the cops to hunt us, and today we're all in this together, hunting someone else. I don't know how much I hate it, but I do".

In the end, they had to mount their bikes and and ride to the station. The black glass doors were wide open to facilitate ins and outs as the officers were preparing to greet their unconventional guests, or, as they were used to calling them, criminals. The picture was rich: black leather and black police shirts, walking around each other on tip toes, throwing warning and cautious glances. Yet again, as some chaotic bullshit was happening, June Pallum was at the head of it.

She walked out of the office with her folder, in her blue jeans and a long oversize T-shirt. She dressed fancy for today, obviously. She had asked to clear up the space in front of the whiteboard, and this little island was now the only one not occupied by people.

In the left part of the room, closer to the cells and the water dispenser, were the bikers. They brought with them the smell of smoke and their coarse voices. Perched together like they were shy. Only Jackson sat, his knees so wide that a whole plane could fit in between. And Chibs, relaxed, shuffling next to the water dispenser, under the intense gaze of one of the officers. The cops were to the right, closer to the window, Roosevelt at the front. June remembered her first time at the police in Virginia when she finally was grown enough to present her own profile without supervision. A scrawny little twenty-five year olf girl she was, with a serial killer already under her belt, because it was her profile that caught him. But that presentation was done by Cooper. Then, he finally let her interact with the police, and then suspended her immediately because she started telling off the Detectives for stupid questions. She had quite matured since then.

"Morning, gents", she greeted them out of habit, "here's our client. First and foremost, here's the very approximate, not-at-all reliable composite sketch from an eye witness who saw the individual leaving the crime scene back in August in the middle of the night".

She pinned the piece of paper to the whiteboard with a magnet.

The audience started listening, a little shook by the lack of introduction, but June liked to catch them by surprise.

"Now, to the profile: as you know, the description I am giving is based on the analysis of the crime scene, the victim profile and modus operandi. As always, take it with a grain of salt and never let it hinge on your instincts.

The client is a white male, between thirty and forty-five years old, with unappealing, usual appearance, the kind of guy who doesn't draw glances. About 6 feet tall but stoops so he might look shorter than he really is. This is a lower to lower-middle class citizen with a low-paying but a stable job with perpetuated income. The nature of the wound suggests an ex-doctor, a taxidermist, a vet, a surgeon assistant. Hides his aggression well so he might not have criminal history. Lives with a mother or an older sister, or perhaps alone, but it is doubtful. All of the victims were last seen in places like Honeydew pub, the night club Pebble or the drug store on Fifth, so that's where he met them. Probably drives a sedan, something like Nissan Sentra of boring color".

The cops were writing things down in their pads. The bikers were listening intently, Juice, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"He has rage control problems which he expresses through murder. However, he is very organised, so he might have good hygiene and discipline. Uses the same instruments for every murder, he probably will have things like plastic bags, ropes, belts and gloves in his car. The car, if he has one, should be examined thoroughly because, before driving the victims to the crime scenes, he sometimes hits them on the head. He is right-handed, wears shoe size 10, leather bound engineer boots with straps. Has intense hatred towards women; might have a girlfriend whom he abuses, or a mother, maybe an old mother, who abuses him. The crime like this usually implies deep rooted sexual trauma. He is probably religious", she looked away from the pad and raised her eyes to the ceiling, continuing her thought, "will speak of women as 'dirty, immodest, undignified' and such".

She wrote down a couple of main points on the whiteboard and went on:

"Now, to the victims. All of them are young women from twenty to thirty, so I am too old to be a bait".

"Woooah", Roosevelt interrupted, "we're not employing you as bait regardless".

Juice's timid voice suddenly said,

"You look younger".

"Thanks. Anyway, victims are short, slender to mid-built, with medium brown hair. Three of the six were last seen in the pharmacy, as I said, and I think he is guarding that place, in addition to his usual haunting places, because he's looking for women on their periods. He either learns about it from conversation, or witnesses them buying pads and tampons".

Several people winced.

"It is possible that he stores their menstrual blood at home. All victims belonged to the low to low-middle class and had various jobs, one of them was unemployed. The six murders that we have all happened at the beginning of the month, so we can expect the seventh pretty soon. So I would suggest we look out for the type, set up baits", she looked at Roosevelt, "and keep our brown haired girls safe for the next ten days".

She threw the folder onto the nearest desk and observed the room.

"This is an incomplete, underdeveloped, defective individual with low self esteem. But this one has the advantage of mid to high intelligence. Edge of the road, where cars constantly pass by, is a risky spot. He is daring and insolent. Questions?"

Several hands flew into the air.

"Laney?"

"How do you know which car he drives?"

"Low paying job implies basic car he uses for daily business. He leads slow, monotonous, depressing life, so he has a similar cheap car. Cheap cars are usually basic colors. Then also, most working people in Charming drive a Nissan, so, by default we will put down that".

Laney nodded. Roosevelt put up his hand:

"Is he a psychopath?"

"He might be. We'll only know when we interrogate him. But he's highly organised, precise and violent. Psychopathy is a spectrum, it's a wide net".

One more hand:

"How do you know he has a dull appearance and stoops?"

"Serial killers who violently kill and mutilate young girls are usually unassuming and with low self-esteem", she said tiredly.

Bobby chipped in:

"Ted Bundy was handsome".

The murmur of agreement. June felt her eyes roll and almost had to stop them with her fingers:

"Ted Bundy had a monobrow, he barely ever brushed his teeth and had a habit of smelling socks".

The room was quite disappointed seeing the serial killer pride being shattered. Then Jackson asked:

"So, we do have the exact areas where he... hunts?"

"Yes, so, it's to the west of the center. I can assume he lives, works, and or hunts there. Exact information can be provided to you by the Detectives".

The Detectives started to repine against it.

"They're not cops!"

"Yeah, we are more flexible than you".

"You're not gonna get our intel".

"We can be there every hour of the day..."

"...too much of a burden..."

"...useless..."

June stepped to the desk and took the pad off, slamming the hard back onto the shelf several times. The station went quiet.

"He is disciplined. He has an established modus operandi and a completely formed type. He has perfected his craft. It's very possible", she was saying calmly, like in front of her were a bunch of children, "that sooner or later he is going to move on to a different town. Not to mention the proximity of the next murder, should he abide by his schedule. If the bikers will be the ones who spot him at the hunting place, so be it. He's been fooling you clowns for six months. Now I see why".

A dozen of pale faces were looking back at her, the Sam Crow crew smiling at them unpleasantly. Paul Fraser decided to defuse the atmosphere and held up his hand:

"You said something about baits..."

"Don't let her be bait", Jackson interrupted, "she is going to kill the killer, herself and several bystanders".

"Silence!" Roosevelt barked. The giggles died down. "Do you have any more relevant questions?"

Several more hands in the air.

Once again June was regretting her non-smoking nature. Sometimes the moments of time simply asked for it. Everybody was leaving the station, several people chatting in the corners, trying not to be heard; the diplomatic relationships between the Charming department and SAMCRO were unofficial then, and will always be.

And here's where June was done. The work was over. She did have a permission to stay for at least a month, to see how it goes, to edit the profile and assist further if needed. But she had to watch the pursuit being transferred into different hands now. Normally she would switch to the next case, but now this was the only one. She had to wait. The most hateful part of this job.

She was breathing the clean December air on the steps of the station. The bush next to her sighed. She turned and saw Juice.

"Great job, Juno. Sounds like you made it all up. Like in a book".

She nodded.

"Yeah, wouldn't want to have been a profiler forty years ago".

He grinned.

"Hey, how do you know that he's white? Was there any DNA on the crime scene?"

She shook her head.

"Ninety percent of murderers elect the victims out of their ethnographic pool".

He was looking at her intently with his huge dark eyes.

"People like him choose people of their own race".

"Oh. So, if the victims had been Mexican girls, then he would have been a Mexican?"

She nodded.

"Most likely".

"Phew. I'm off the hook then".

June snickered.

"Were you afraid you were secretly a serial killer?"

"You never know", he said seriously, "I smoke weed a lot".

She started laughing. Juice's eyes were following her face.

"So, last year's misery is behind us, huh?"

"I am surprised you're all not trying to kill me".

"Mmmm", he grimaced, "something good came out of it after all. There's actually more money".

She looked at her scarred palm. From the doors of the station, emerged Kozik and fell onto Juice, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"Juice, we're off to catch the Pussy Snatcher", he roared right into his face. As his eyes slid back onto June, he moved his friend towards himself. He still didn't like her, she figured. Wait, no, nobody liked her much. Except those three...

"Yeah, I'm kind of talking to the profiler", Juice mumbled.

"Come on, we know everything we need, let's go".

He practically dragged Juice down the stairs, towards their bikes. People were walking around her, curving their bodies, but June wouldn't step away. She liked to watch them all from the top spot. The smell of smoke reached her nostrils, and she was displeased to understand that she remembered this particular type. Players Navy Cut. She caught one of her colleagues smoking these in Quantico and had a very interesting moment of enlightenment. Jackson and Chibs came out and stood by her shoulders.

"I keep thinking", Jax said, "about the boots. You said the engineer boots".

"Yes, they found two identical footprints in two crime scenes. Had to figure it was him".

He nodded. They exchanged glances with Chibs.

"What is it?"

"They are pretty popular in Charming clubs. Tig wears them, for instance".

They never managed to get Tig to meet her. The man flat out refused to see June, and he never got sober for a second. She was still hoping to see him though.

"You're saying he might be a biker?" she asked quietly.

"Not necessarily", Chibs shook his head, "but they are pretty usual for the Mexicans, as well. Almost all of their guys wear them, too, just saying".

She stepped out to be able to look directly at them.

"Will you keep an eye on it?"

"Of course", Jackson said. Something was bothering him. Finally, he said:

"You don't think Tig could kill his own daughter, right?"

"Absolutely not", she snapped. She took Tig's image and rolled it all in her mind quickly. Didn't fit at all. Teller looked relieved. Chibs patted him on the shoulder.

She was staring at the pad array on the shelf. Christmas music was blaring from the speakers, and June bobbed her head slightly to it, frozen, because inside her skull she was considering the effect Christmas would have on him. She had already called Wendy, and she didn't give her any useful information. 'Maybe he'll take a break, or kill two girls instead of one! Hope this helps', she said. But, like a clairvoyant, she also asked about 'that guy you had sexual tension with'. June reported that the tension evolved into sexual relationship, and her friend was really happy. Didn't help at all.

Christmas was yet far away from his usual time. She had no idea why he chooses the beginning of the month. Periods have a habit of moving through the cycle, not stay in the same dates every time. She sighed and grabbed her dedicated pack of tampons she never used. By the end of it she could donate them all to a shelter. She turned to walk to the register and noticed Chibs, looking at her morosely.

"Thought Captain made the decision on no bait", he requested. June replied with the similar gaze.

"Well, it's a stupid decision, isn't it? This way, I can spot him".

She wanted to walk around him, but he stood in her way.

"How did you even know where to look?"

"I learned to follow you last year", he didn't react when June frowned, "but it doesn't take a genius to know where you'll be. Always tryin' to get in trouble".

"Well, you will spook him off if you stand here like a wall, Filip".

"I fucken hope so", he said, stone-cold. June shook the pack of tampons in the air.

"Better some innocent girl than me?" she asked. His eyes were only half-open, as, she learnt, they always were when Chibs was feeling dangerous. Last night they had sex in his car.

"If you want action so bad, then ask a Detective to take you with them".

She dismissed this idea with her hand. But then another one visited her head. Paul Fraser was really enthusiastic about their crime scene rides. He was so eager to help, apparently thinking he's in a thriller. He could be used. As a lookout, if Chibs doesn't want the bait thing.

"I'm afraid I'm starting to know this face", he said lowly. Suddenly he was really close, his hand around her waist. She couldn't feel the past need to fight off this intrusion of private space anymore. She kinda liked this. Chibs' mouth was at her ear.

"Whatever dangerous shit you're thinking, I'll be watching you and I'll lock you up".

"You never come through with your threats", she shrugged. "Never broke my arm, never cut my face..."

His hand on her back pressed and jerked her, like he was trying to shake something into her. June had a desire to sit on top of him again, his dick deep inside of her, riding this all out.

"Please, don't try to get yourself killed, Junie. We'll figure it out together".

Nobody else was in this drug store; the Pussy Snatcher nearly drove it out of business.

And so the unofficial operation began, in addition to the official one. There wasn't much June could do now to control the police; polite and smart Roosevelt made a point not to give her any authority outside of her profiling privileges. She couldn't ride out on searches. But she could use her free evenings, without anybody knowing. Fraser agreed to help her, saying, that yes, the nightclub Pebble has grown a new found edgy charm now. The countdown began. The earliest victim died on the second of June, and the latest, on the eighth. They didn't have any time.

At least she was hanging at the bar. As if by design, which insidiously clicked in her brains, this was the only club in Charming that didn't belong to one of the gangs. Not to SAMCRO, not to the Mayans, not the Grim Bastards. He could have chosen this specific club, of course, also because he was scared of killing the 'local' girls that had any connections with the gangs. That was wholly plausible.

Paul texted her every five minutes, like clockwork. After two nights, they have started developing their special inside language, that two people always have, who are forced to speak for hours. When she noticed someone suspicious, she snapped the picture, and Paul sent it to Detective Jarry, who he was friends with. Especially harrowing faces were also sent to Chibs, by June. So, he had to come to terms with the fact that she also was acting. On the third night, the fruit of this labor appeared in the shape of Juice.

"Hey", he fell on a stool next to her, putting his elbow on the bar, "come here often?"

June sighed.

"Every damn evening, hoping that a serial killer will pay me attention".

She motioned with her head.

"And you're disrupting it".

Juice shook his.

"No, Chibs sent me, said, piss her off, but don't let her get kidnapped".

"This becomes ineffective", she murmured into her cocktail glass.

"What you drinking?"

"Something citrusy and sour, and without milk".

He nodded and gestured towards the bartneder. June was looking around in her last desperate attempt to spot anybody stooping, smelly and freaky.

She had to give up for tonight, and it pissed her off to no end. The days were going. She was very nervous. To think that now it was x2 force hunting him, and he might have been getting ready to kill again, made it seem like the end of the world. All because it was unusual to sit and wait on one client at a time. She was normally spared of this because she had so many other cases. Didn't they understand that it was urgent? Juice, chilling out here, while he should have been covering miles of the city, searching for all the idiots wearing engineer boots. She bit her lip hard, making her neck tense. The bartender put a cocktail in front of her.

"Did I ask for the second one?" she snarled. Juice was a little taken aback. His sweet elongated face went through a couple of emotions in one second. And the horrible happened. Looking at him, June softened.

"Sorry. I am on the edge. The time's running out".

Juice nodded, his arm turning into a branch of tree on the bar counter. Maybe he was afraid that she'd bite into it.

"Yeah, I'm nervous as well. I have a cousin, she's... not white but she's passing. She's really pale, you know, how we are sometimes. And I sent her away from Charming for the whole month".

"Even worse if he leaves the city. What if he notices the renewed commotion. And skips the town".

Juice nodded with a sad expression.

"You ever not found the killer?"

"Of course. Many times. Out of ten, you only find three serial killers. Out of ten usual homocides, you find seven murderers". She shook her head. "It makes my body curl to think that I have seen what they do to people, and they are free to continue. In my mind it should be like, when we snapped the picture of your deed, you're done".

He agreed. Then June noticed something.

"Don't worry about your cousin".

"No, I know she's okay. She's with her father, and he's a huge guy, very overprotective".

"Why are you upset then?"

He was curling his lips, staring into the bar counter.

"It's Chibs, isn't it?"

The blue and purple light of the club was flashing on his face, making him look infernal. In the moving shadows, the tattoos on his head moved also.

"What do you mean?"

"You're... you guys are... together?"

Together? Sounded TERRIFYING. June blinked.

"Well, we're having regular sex. And I like his face".

He took it like a champ. June once again had the alien desire to comfort him.

"I am sorry".

"I just think it would've sounded neat. June & Juice".

She smiled. He wouldn't be able to handle her ass.

Paul stood in between them, a little ruffled.

"You didn't reply".

She suddenly got very tired of them both.

"Whatever. Let's drink, you guys, and go home. You both ruined it".

The fourth night was equally fruitless. June felt stupid, useless, unattractive. Some weird people were chatting her up. Mustached truckers, some IT guys so thin that even she could outpower them in wrestling; she scanned each one, talking about her sexuality, her preferences, inventing insane kinks, to trigger them. Fruitless.

She was fuming on the way home, in Fraser's car. Her jaws moving as she chewed on a piece of skin she had torn out with her teeth. Eating herself. She knew this was unnecessary obsession, but was so used to never letting go. The space of her head was painted red now. She wouldn't be able to fall asleep; overworking herself with these empty thoughts to the point where it was starting to become harmful. Inventing new scenarios this dude could follow. Meddling with investigation. She was about to call Chibs. He was always down. June had no idea, and no desire to think why. She was young, and probably pretty, good, flexible body, and he was eager for her. That's all she needed. The comfort inside the metaphorical circle of his arms, where the bliss of oblivion lived. They would never work out though, so different. How is she supposed to coexist with this ridiculous club?

Paul pulled her out of the reverie quite rudely. She felt his hand on hers.

"With so many feet working, we're going to catch him. Don't worry. Don't drive yourself insane".

Hot air left her nostrils. So far she was too preoccupied to speak, so she warned him with her eyes. But in the darkness of the car, Paul didn't see it. His pale hand was resting on her elbow, and suddenly the fingers started squeezing. Her lips curled up with rage.

"You've done enough. Let the police and the club do what they do best".

She didn't react, so he added:

"You okay, Junie?"

Her fist flew so suddenly that even June couldn't have predicted it. It stung his nose like a wasp, twice. Bam, bam. There was blood. Paul sat there, looking in front of him, struck.

"Don't ever touch me", she intoned. She left the car and slammed the door closed, walking towards her house to seethe.

The little bitch that is Paul Fraser complained to Roosevelt about their evening outings, and after four nights the operation was terminated. She got an formal warning from the Captain. Fraser returned to his duties with a little plaster on his nose. June was stuck in her office, going over and over the profile, all the accounts and evidence, trying to see something new. Sometimes, in about 50% of cases, it helps. Your brain sees that you're no giving up and says, fine, let's reassemble.

Didn't dawn on her yet, but there wasn't anything to do, either. The rainy December kept showering the city. The window was closing. On the eighth, Roosevelt entered her office to see how she was. They exchanged glances. Started preparing to find a new body, which secretly was a new hope, a kind of a Plan B.

But there was no body. No missing girls. He lay low. She had done too much. She had driven him away, like she did with everybody else.

@fallout-girl219

[crowvert-bird]

thumbnail for a video where i talk about how much i like the christmas update, im not finishing the thumbnail or thr video i just dont feel like it honestly

remains of the script under cut

having an event currency is par for the course, im not surprised that there is one. its a good and simple way of putting everyone on an even playing field.

originally ornaments picked up from the ground gave only 3 ornaments, getting seen by twisteds and finishing a machine gave 1. but like a day after the upsate released, they changed it so that picking up ornaments and extracting machines gave 5 ornaments. this is straight up objectively good, it respects the players time and encourages playing the game normally instead of distracting as a 2 stealth toon to get the most ornaments in the shortest amount of time!

character designs are still pretty mid i think, and by mid, i mean they dont make my brain go “ooooo cool, i want that!!” or “oooo funky”. but honestly, im starting to think that thats just my preferences in character designs. at least theyre not just humans. this batch of characters definitely has the most diverse body types so far tho and i love it!! finally, they dont all look so similar! whats more important tho is that which character theyre supposed to be is still pretty clear whenever u see them. im biased tho cuz i care about the gameplay way more than the characters so ye

3 of the 4 toons having similar abilities as the non-event toons is good actually. cuz i dont feel pressured to grind for them and can just focus on getting the main character instead. this lets the devs save the unique ideas for non-event toons too!!

and even if they have similar abilities, the different stats and numbers give them a different enough playstyle that they can stand on their own.

and also, like, imagine if these toons actually had unique abilities. players who couldnt get them would literally be locked out of an entire playstyle just cuz they werent in the right place at the right time, and that SUCKS ASS!!!!

rudie is the common of the christmas event, with 3 stars in all his stats. his ability is flutter’s dash, except with almost half the cooldown and distance. and he glows red in the dark, but in more of a flashlight way

i like that the event has a common cuz it rlly helps the new players. new players get a cheap and easy to get event toon, but old players have more toons to play with too! win win!

in my opinion, he is the best toon in the entire event. i just rlly like spamming his ability, especially when it gets down to 8 seconds. hes genuinely more fun for me than flutter because of how short his cooldown is. i hate his red light tho, not cuz its ugly, but cuz it hurts my eyes whenever i looknat the screen for too long.

his design is just rudolph the red-nosed reindeer with candy cane antlers, nothing special, but hes cute. i like how hes chubbier than normal, makes him feel more friend-shaped. his design feels like theres a strange lack of bells tho, idk y, maybe i just like bells.

all of his animations are just looeys animations, except whenever he walks or runs, he shifts from left to right a little because of his deer legs

he has two skins: the vintage, and blue bell. the vintage skin is my favorite, it just works well with his color palette, the light actually makes me go blind tho so that sucks but its worth it. blue bell gives him a color scheme similar to a real reindeer, but with a blue nose and blue bracelets with white bells on them. i really like the blue color of his light, its nice to look at! i dont like how saturated the main colors of his color scheme are tho, cuz it hurts my eyes a little, just a little.

his trinket is festive lights. it highlights ornaments near u every 10 seconds. yea idk wat i expected, but it makes sense. again, useful for new and old players, especially new players cuz they most likely dont have anything to fill their trinket slots with.

ginger is one of the two rare characters. her stats look like shes made for people who want to play as cosmo, but cant hit his skill check, and are willing to trade some survivability for more stars in the skill check stat.

her ability is a side-grade of cosmos, with a much bigger range in exchange for a bigger cooldown.

i like her design, the white is a nice contrast to the red so the whole thing isnt just one color. the little details, like a few bits of red to add some detail to her hair. her head being flat. her hair itself being a slab of icing that looks like it was glued on to the back of her head, with her bangs looking like it was piped on using a round tip, really making her look like a gingerbread woman. very nice, the rest of her body isnt flat tho and has regular toon anatomy, so its like they baked her head in the oven then glued it onto a regular body, but its fine! it doesnt even matter really, a bodys a body, and no ones gonna notice anyways unless they pay attention to the design or someone.. tells... them....... oops.

shes also one of the few toons that immediately made me think she had a very “dandys worldish” design so far. like, u can very clearly tell that its from a specific piece of media, even if u havent heard of the game before. and im pretty sure its because of that giant bite taken out of her head. the reason to why i think that is because its a very important detail of her design that really makes her stand out.

her idle animation has her leaning to her left, its another nice little detail that acknowledges the weight she wouldnt be able to support cuz of that massive bite in her head

she has two skins: the vintage, and minty pine. i dont have anything to say about the vintage skin. the minty pine one tho, i really like it. its simple but nice, idk wat else to say

her trinket is peppermint icing. it gives you 30 stamina every time you use your active ability. its rlly fun to use on toons with short ability cooldowns like rudie and toodles, and even when playing as gigi and using the bone trinket

coal is the second rare character. she has flutters stats and pebbles old ability, except it highlights every item for everyone instead of just items near u for only u.

i love her design, shes just a really big rock (cont)

im gonna be honest with u, i think this ability is pretty useless

bobette fits the christmas theme rlly well, especially her abilities, but shes actually straight up the worst main gameplay-wise

her active ability and the range of her passive suck tho imo

u have to basically stand riight next to her to even get the passive effects

her active is a significantly worse smoke bomb, like legit usijg connie would be waaay better. an idea for a better active ability that fits in with the christmas theme could be gigis ability except the item is a present on the ground that anyone except bobette can pick up, maybe limit the item rarity to rare and above too, shes a main after all

i like the new map! it feels so open and i like that, of course theres still cramped spots but im fine with that, i like that too, fun map to play in! very much unlike shellys map, which has multiple dead ends that i wanna stay as far away from as possible. it also looks rlly nice, it doesnt hurt my eyes and nothing rlly feels out of place, its just nice

[doppelneer]

A Wee Bit of Catching Up With This Mess

Soooo originally this was going to be a big post on my main tumblr blog @abyssforphantoms , but I got thinking about it and it just made more sense to make this on it's own blog and repost it over there if I feel like it... instead of spamming my main with this au stuff.

Anyway, Welcome to the mess that is my brain and They Came From The Deep Au. I will not be going too deep into the story in this post, but will do a short summary and explain my prosses behind my decent into madness with the various stuff I have accumulated for it over the year.

Summary:

After the final quest the Abyss Crew was fine. Cannoneer was back, safe with the rest of the crew, and they have gotten what they wanted when they went down to those accursed depths (even though they almost didn't make it back if it weren't for the skykid). So everything should be fine, back to status quo... right?

Well it was for a bit.

Then strange stuff started happening.

Supplies keep disappearing and shifting around the reef. The members of the crew feel like they are being watched from a distance, and the sea almost seems more restless. Every one has a sense of unease...

None more so then Cannoneer,

because of the weird dreams they keep having, and now the crew is saying they did things they didn't do. It was like they were at two places at once.

Then they saw it-them from a distance... they looked almost exactly them! but something was off...

Now it's up to Cannoneer to figure out what is going on, what does this doppelganger (a.k.a Doppelneer or Cannondoppel) want and convince the crew this isn't another one of their "embellished stories".

Meanwhile other things deep down start to stir... and they aren't going to be as "friendly".

And yes Doppelneer will be a big part of this post

Warning: the images below may have some BODY HORROR.

Veiwer Discretion is Advised.

Around August 2022??? - the sticky note

The thing I drew that started it all

Thr original idea for it was just what if cackling cannoneer but dark creature

I forgot that it existed until...

October 2022 - "A Familiar Face That Is or Isn't You"

I found the sticky note again and wanted to explore the design further in a one off piece (and then it wasn't, lmao)

I also got into exploring doppelgangers as an idea which lead to me having the questions

"If someone from the Abyss Crew had a doppelganger who would have the most interesting reaction?" (You can guess who I picked lol)

"What if the doppelganger wasn't nessasarly evil but thought they were the person and the person they are a doppelganger of was a doppelganger that took over their life, thus kinda wanting to sabotage the person's life a little?"

I drew this piece in my sketchbook but then colored digitally

Originally posted to my deviantart 26 October 2022

Finished Art

Drawing Process / Alternative Versions

November 2022 - Old Reference Sheet for Cannondoppel

Very outdated and crusty

I will post the updated ref in another post

DON'T USE THIS ONE I BEG OF U!!!!

December 2022 - "Breath in Deep Water"

Digital painting

Just a story idea

Waking up one day being able to breathe water must be jarring ngl

First appearance of the phantom eyes

Posted 1 January 2023 on my deviantart

January - Inspirational Glitch happened in Sky

Didn't really do to much with the Au for a bit, nor does this really have to deal with the au

But this happened to me one day and thought it was neat yet felt like walking into a sky creepy pasta.

It's the red green visual glitch and the spirit staring glitch with Cannoneer happening at the same time

March - Some Old Doodles

"There is always a bigger fish. "

More experimenting with the story in my mind

May - "Reflections"

"Just a reflection in the void"

Changed some details with Doppelneer, mainly hair and sometimes they have a tail

Reversed

July - artfight cameo

just a small appearance

Nothing too much too note

And that is it for now will return soon with more stuff soon

[postal-ech]

Alright I'll admit i haven't posted here in a while, mainly due to thr fact that bluesky has taken up my attention for a moment

But I desire to post a long, rambly ass blog about how I've regained the desire to write

All because of fucking metroid of all things.

If this is your kind of shit, read on ahead, cause I'm about to go on an autistic tangent on Metroid again

SO.

Metroid.

God dammit this franchise keeps finding a way to worm itself back into my brain no matter what I do.

I've gone on tangents about a lot of things on this Tumblr account - Lisa the Painful, Undertale, maybe Hollow Knight if you follow for the reblogs, but Metroid has always stuck with me for ages. I've always been one to fantasize on the wild galactic span of Metroid's world building, Samus fucking shit up, and also her somber jaunts through exotic nature and old ruins of Chozo civilization and beyond.

Recently, I've had the desire to finally sit my ass down and put those thoughts to paper - or I guess, really to screen considering I use Google docs to archive my writings, and god damn.

Granted, I ain't the beat writer, not by a long shot, and I haven't felt the desire to write for nearly 6 years (burn out is a hell of a thing, ladies, gentlemen and enbies) and fuck, I really gotta hand it to Metroid:

Its got something that's hard to really put into words for me. It's more like an emotional connection if anything - though less in the "HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOU SAMUS ARAN" kinda vibe and more the "HOLY SHIT THIS WORLDBUILDING KICKS ASS" kinda vibe.

Its especially been the case ever since Dread came out.

Lemme paint you all a picture using the skill I know best: writing out a scene.

Baby speedweed wasn't much into anything apart from being an autistic little shit, the only things he was into was his Nintendo 64, maybe some very early internet access (worst mistake of his fucking life) and faffin about innawoods. That's when this little mother fucker got a GameCube bundled with Metroid Prime.

Experiencing Metroid Prime on release wasn't something that was really possible as a little guy, especially considering this was the first Metroid game ever played, but something about it struck deep. Sure for a seven year old it wasn't much but the electronic synths of the music, the rainy wetland of the landing site, the dust-covered Chozo Ruins, and especially the writing...

There was something special about it, about the way the story was told about a race of bird folk that had split off from their main tribe, established a home on Tallon IV, and sought to be at one with nature to the point that they find spiritual peace and ascended beyond the physical plain of existence.

Obviously that peace didn't last, and you see that slow downfall, the SNAP BACK TO REALITY as Phazon makes landfall and starts corrupting not just the physical planet but even the spiritually ascended Chozo. You read these attempts at stemming the Great Poison, the Space Pirates desecrating the ruins and graves of these Chozo, and eventually they dream of a warrior donning their ancestral armor and weaponry coming down to stop this radioactive cancer once and for all.

Exploring Metroid Prime right down to the Impact Crater sticks to you, especially at that age, and after beating it and witnessing that 100% completion ending it leaves you hooked.

Metroid Prime 2 doubles down on that (even though I never finished it as a kid simply because my little dumbass couldn't figure out the keyhunt trek compared to Prime 1) with the story of the Luminoth, their struggle against the Ing, and the stark difference between Aether and its darker counterpart.

Oh, who could forget Dark Samus too?

Yes, sure nowadays her textures are very much dated but God damn, seeing this organic thing mimicking Samus' Varia Suit - from the way her armcannon looked to the overall weird, organic figure, the integrated visor and even the way it processed Phazon, it was all fascinating. That grew over the course of the game and the scan logs about her as well, especially considering the fact that despite being this Varia suit-shaped organism it still had those Varia Suit mechanics - an energy shield, super missile combos and what not, but also its own unique attacks like a scattershot phazon beam, turning into this ball of energy that shoots through containment tanks like a pseudo shinespark, and in her second fight she even had a boost ball attack and a concentrated phazon beam.

Little speedweed was hooked, this little mother fucker couldn't get enough of it, and that's when he hit Metroid Fusion...

Aaaaand granted, that didn't hold his attention for long, it still left a mark that will contribute to this love of metroid.

Now of course as this little shit grew into a big shit, that autism of his drifted onto other things

Team Fortress 2 and Half-Life 2 became a part of his life and he got into HL2RP (SECOND WORST MISTAKE OF HIS FUCKING LIFE), And then mother fucking undertale came out

That shit fucked him up for a decade at most even after he bailed outta the Fandom early on in 2016 or so

Time goes on, shit changed, and big speedweed still goes on about metroid - but it's taken a back seat compared to the usual things like sonic, undertale, deltarune, Team Fortress 2 and the likes

And then Metroid Dread is announced.

I cannot begin to tell you how important Metroid Dread was, not just for me, but the entire metroid community as a whole.

Twenty fucking years, from the day we've heard interviews of it through Sakamoto, to the teaser in Metroid Prime 3, its supposed cancelation and more.

A metroid fan knew what Metroid Dread was before the actual game was even shown off, but it was nothing more than a myth, some urban legend on the wayside, a desire that slowly faded away as the years went on and the second greatest drought of Metroid content went on. Even as Other M and Fed Force came out, that desire to continue the storyline left off in fusion was still there.

And then the direct comes out

And you see Samus drop in her new suit

And then you see that fucking title

METROID 5

You see the trailer play out for that one moment as she's caught by the EMMI, and it throws out that face spike

And there it is again

Metroid

DREAD

HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF FUCK ITS REAL

TWENTY FUCKING YEARS OF WAITING, TWENTY YEARS OF READING THROUGH OLD METROID MANGAS AND REPLAYING METROID GAMES AND ITS ACTUALLY FUCKING REAL

I CANNOT, GENUINELY, DESCRIBE TO YOU THE ENERGY IN THE AIR THAT DAY, BEYOND JUST SHEER, ABSOLUTE, CONCENTRATED FUCKING H Y P E

That second trailer drops and HOLY FUCK IS THAT A MOTHER FUCKING CHOZO!? ITS FIGHTING SAMUS!? ITS DESIGN LOOKS BADASS AS FUCK, HOLY FUCKING SHIT

That alone Kickstarted Big Speedweed's metroid autism into

M A X I M U M

O V E R D R I V E

I couldn't stop talking about metroid for the fucking life of me. Years and years of memorizing lore flood right on back as I annoy the shit outta my homies with word walls of lore

Then the game leaked and I said fuck it, I already pre-ordered it, might as well play it a week early on my shitass PC

Oh man

OH MAN

It was a fucking experience

And from beginning to end I enjoyed every single second of it, especially with this bird bastard, Raven Beak

God damn, the Triple combo of Raven Beak's reveal, the fucking plot-twist towards the end of him not only masking himself as Adam this whole time but also being Samus' THIRD BIRD DAD (estranged of course), and then learning that the chozo runes COULD ACTUALLY BE FUCKING TRANSLATED

THE CHOZO HAD THEIR OWN LANGUAGE DUDE. THAT SHIT COULD BE TRANSLATED TOO. THEIR OWN WRITING AS WELL AS THEIR OWN SPEAKING LANGUAGE

AND THEN SAMUS EVOLVED

HER METROID DNA, THE SHIT WE KNEW ABOUT SINCE FUSION, TURNED HER INTO A FUCKING HUMANOID METROID

AND SHE JUST GOUGED RAVEN BEAK'S FUCKING EYE OUT DRAINING NOT ONLY HIS SHIT BUT HIS GOD DAMN FRIGATE TOO

BY THE FUCKING

G O D S

This has settled into my noggin for the longest time. I haven't experienced shit like this in so long that it felt like I got combo's by Kazuya in a game of Tekken 7.

What's funny too was that this still didn't really Kickstart my desire to write until the fucking invasive imaginings of the entire metroid franchise became too powerful.

I'm talking Samus exploring the fact she is literally The LAST Metroid in the galaxy, uncontained, having just thoroughly wrecked the shit of not only one of the last living Chozo in the galaxy, but another X-Parasite outbreak too, what that could mean with her and the Federation (as at this point she is several hydrogen bombs compared to the coughing baby of the galaxy, the Federation included), what the fuck Exelon Star Corp is cooking with near-indestrutable robots like the EMMI, the Mawkin Sniper figure in the distance of one of those Mawkin memoriee

OH

And THEN

MOTHER FUCKING METROID PRIME 4 GETS ITS TRAILER OUT NOT ONLY SHOWING AN ACTUAL STAR DATE TAKING PLACE 2 YEARS AFTER SUPER (This is where my metroid autism really takes hold, if you guys don't know I'd recommend looking up the star dates, they have questionable canonicity considering the only time they were ever brought up through commercial stuff like magazines and articles in Nintendo Power, but this was a FIRST WE'D SEE THIS SHIT ACTUALLY BEING USED IN A METROID GAME)

OH, YEAH, SYLUX IS BACK TOO, AND HE HAS FUCKING MOCKTROIDS

FUCKING

MOCKTROIDS.

Sweet MOTHER OF FUCK.

I think it's safe to say, combined with listening to Ian Flynn's own ramblings on Sonic, Sonic lore and his takes on writing I have found the insane desire to write this shit out now.

I cannot be stopped, I want to explore the FFFFUCK outta this galaxy now. Even with shit like my Lisa the Painful and Deltarune hyperfixations, Metroid has found a way to claw itself back into the forefront of my brain and I'm all for it.

Eventually I'll see to it that this gets published, either a link here on my Tumblr or on Bluesky, but God.

I hope this can at least inspire anyone that reads this to find their passion in creating something, whether it's writing or drawing, 3D modeling or animating, whatever it is you do as a passion, I really hope this helps in reassuring you that burn out doesn't last forever.

I mean it did take about 6 years (honestly maybe 4 if I wanna be generous) but God mother fucking damn, does it die with a burning fury when you're reminded of the love you have for something.

This is speed weed AKA postal ech, signing out

(by the way I'll link my bluesky account to my Tumblr here soon if you mfers wanna follow my 'tism over there, but yeah peace)

[pbandjesse]

I am very excited that we have the ac off and the windows open. It is so beautiful out right now. It is basically feeling like fall and I'm so excited about that. I know we will probably still have more got days, but wearing a hoodie for a lot of the day heals me.

And thankfully I didn't feel sick for a lot of the day! Like yeah it wasn't perfect, I'm exhausted at every little thing. But today was a lot easier. I ate better. Things were good.

I slept alright. I only woke up once. Smells were really bothering me last night. My own deodorant scent made me feel unwell. I had to get a different scent from my storage today. When I woke up I struggled to get up. James came and sat with me and we hugged for a bit. They were getting ready to leave, but I would be staying here until the appliances were delivered. And thankfully that would actually happen today!

James would head out once I came downstairs. I would get some cereal and bring Crabcake outside. Sweetp was fast asleep upstairs but would eventually come down and joined us.

I was just enjoying laying out in the porch swing. I really wanted to do stuff today but it just wasn't going to happen. Best I could do was move the furniture in the studio so that the delivery people could easily access the basement. And after that I was just exhausted and had to lay down on the couch.

I would heat up the last couple pieces of pizza from last night. And was texting with James. It was a nice and cool morning and even though I was exhausted, I was in a good mood.

James would let me know when the truck was about 20 minutes away. So I moved to the studio so I could watch for the truck. And when I finally saw it pull up I scooped up Sweetp and ran him upstairs to put him in the bedroom.

The delivery men were very nice. They were very concerned that I was going to be upset that the washer and dryer didn't match. I told them it was fine. I didn't realize the washer was going to be shorter then the dryer but I knew they weren't the same brand. It doesn't bother me. We're going to put the laundry basket on top of it anyway.

They had a strap system to help them carry the things. I stayed out of the way best I could but also our basement door swings the wrong way for being out of the way. So I would get the door when I could.

They were very quick. The only issues was that we didn't have a vent for the dryer (I would end up finding it, but we need a longer tube) and thr outlet for the washer wasnt working?? So weird. I said it was fine and we would figure it out. I signed off for the delivery and said goodbye to the nice men.

I wanted to figure out the outlet. I looked at the circuit breaker but everything looked right. So I was like. I'll try and extension cord. But the dryer still wasn't turning on?? I was worried we got something defective. And was even more worried when I tried plugging in something else to the original outlet and it worked right away??? So I texted James in a panic. But I took a breath and looked at the manual and all I had to do was hold the button for 3 seconds. Came right on. Sang a little song even! I was very happy. And James would be too.

I would gather everything and put things away. Brought Crabcake inside. Took a few minutes to rest my brain. But I knew I needed to go to work.

I brought my tablet with me. And I'm so glad I did. I got so much done on my tablet and that just felt really good.

I would t go straight to camp though. I decided to go to McDonald's. I went to the one in Hunt Valley. And I was being so silly and on the drive there I was like. I should get two larges!!! But I did not do that. I got one large and a diet coke.

I ate in the parking lot. And it was honestly great. By the end of the fries I was like. I could have gotten a medium. And laughed at myself about the double large dream. I would finish my fries (with the bottle of ketchup I brought firm home) and headed to camp.

I would get very very emotional about a song on the way there. Just heaving sobs. The hormones got me. And then I embarrassingly had to explain why I was red faced when I got to the office.

I would have a nice time at camp. 4 hours is a pretty good shift for me I guess. Especially when I actually had things to do. I would do some actual camp stuff. But once we started our staff meeting I would just fully jump into working on my commission. Working while people talk always helps me focus and makes me work better. I don't know why that it but it has been true for a long time.

And I'm super excited for how the commission is coming. There's only a little more for me to do. I'm honestly thrilled.

And the meeting was pretty productive. Going over the calendar and upcoming stuff. Like tree planting and more info for the indoor riding ring that they are going to build in the next year or so. Hopefully. I honestly really like meetings. At least they feel like we are moving towards goals.

After the meeting I would make a small poster for a wedding this weekend at camp. And went over to the trading post to sweep. I will sweep outside tomorrow too.

I would also work on a training for spotting child abuse. And while I did that I worked on making a flat lay for the stickers. I reached back out to Chris to ask about a reference for the painting of Mary's uncle. I was sure his name was flowers but I couldn't find him online. And Chris was so fast to get me the reference and I made my little drawing and played with tints to make it look less crisp. And I have a small plan about making a design your own scene. But because the flag drawing was so large I need to draw some other options. Like a folded flag, some fabric scraps, ECT. That's what I'm going to focus on tomorrow while I finish the training.

I would pack up and on my way out I showed Heather and Alexi my drawing and they loved it. Alexi asked if we could make a camp themed one to sell in the trading post and I was like. Yes!! I'm going to work on that next. I want them to let me do more graphic design stuff and let me design more things for the trading post and merch in general. So this is a very positive turn of events.

I headed straight home. While the 4 hours wasn't so bad I was on the verge of not feeling amazing. And I was really excited when I was about to turn into our street and James was there waiting to cross. So I let them cross first and followed them.

I got an excellent parking space. Ms Washington was outside and had protected our mail. I had three packages today! It was very exciting.

I followed James inside and was very happy to see them. Gave them a smooch and went to open my packages. Was interesting to see that Crabcake was awake and eating a pepper. He's usually asleep around 430 but he finished his pepper and went right to sleep. Such a cutie.

I got my new orange dress I have wanted for months. I plan on wearing it for a wedding next month but also for other things. Halloween color. And my snood for my renfair costume. Which lead to James telling me about when they worked at the Franklin Fountain all the girls had to wear snoods and one girl could make them so the bosses commissioned her to make a bunch. That's really neat. And the last package was my sunflower shirt I got from depop. I will probably wear that tomorrow. Very excited about that.

I would go upstairs and laid down. I would spend most of the evening just resting. I took a shower. And discussed with James about our next construction project. Planning space for baby. And I would do my cuticles and made them all nice.

Mostly though I've been hanging out. Watching videos. Enjoying my evening. James made me veggie nuggets for dinner. And then went to play DND with their friends.

I am very tired though. I am going to brush my teeth and get ready to sleep. I am hoping tomorrow feels as productive and good. Fingers crossed.

I hope you all have a great night. I love you all. Goodnight.

[coeurify]

yeah but knife kink ellie cutting her name on your legs or something because she got jealous of a guy flirting with you at a party??? like “now everytime someone tries to get in between your thighs they’ll see who you belong to” yeah

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ under the cut, knife kink.. obviously. also rlly possessive ellie and some biting.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: oh wow 🫣(this is slightly more tame, i didnt wanna take it toooo far)

“He was all fuckin over you,” Ellie muttered against your neck, biting harshly at the skin. A bruising grip holds your hip to keep it still as you try to buck up into her, the pain that made your head rush causing an involuntary response.

You can barely think, mumbling a few incoherent words before you finally get ahold of your tongue, ironing out how words are supposed to sound, something you had forgotten the moment Ellie pressed you against the wall of the bathroom at the bar in Jackson, and stuck one hand into your skirt, the other holding you in place against the wall.

“He didn’t-“ whimpering brings your words to a halt again as she thrusts a second finger into you, the wet sounds of your cunt welcoming the intrusion playing in your brain on a repeating tape. Blinking back into focus, your neck throbbing, you continue, “didn’t know we were t’gther el,” you pant, only making her grunt.

“He should have, everyone fuckin’ knows you’re my girl,” Ellie finished, eyes set on the fabric of the pretty skirt she had found you on a supply run moved with her hand at every press into your sopping folds. You are too blissed out to even notice the hand pull away from your hip and to thr pocket of her jeans. Nothing catches your attention until you hear the telltale sound of her blade flipping open, drawing a shiver from you.

It wasn't the first time Ellie had brought it out in times that were not exactly the most pure or needed, and flashes of the sharp tip pressing to the skin of your chest clouds your vision, sending you into a woozy memory. That night she had asked a million times if you were sure you wanted it, wanted the cool blade against your skin to tease, to nip at clothing threads. You had begged for it, claiming she could use it whenever she wanted.

Seemingly, she took that to heart.

“Guess they need a reminder, hm pretty girl?” Ellie questioned, skillfully curling her fingers in you as the other hand held the blade to the skin of your thigh that had been on display due to the bunched up skirt.

“I think you do too,” Ellie admits, pausing her fingers inside of you, smiling when you whine and bump your head against the wall in frustration. Your walls pulse around them, and you move your hips to find some relief. You squeeze again when the blade pushes gently into the fat of your thigh. Your girlfriend scoffs at that, mumbling a soft “whore,” under her breath before finding her way back to her original thought.

“You didn’t even turn him down,” She accuses, freckled cheeks moving as her jaw clicks at the memory of you at the bar, blushing a bright red as some new guy offered you a drink. Ellie had walked away one second, and the hungry wolves had already descended.

“I did El, I didn't answer him—“ you whine, trying to defend yourself, hoping it will get her fingers back to moving inside of you. You really didn’t give the man any mind, turning your head as you blushed at the straightforward remark he made. But it didn’t matter now, Ellie had made her mind up.

Ellie huffs in response, “No one else can have you, you know?” the blade drags down your skin, pressing enough to leave a scratch in its wake. A few beads of blood follow in its track, just enough to burn now, and turn into pretty red marks that would eventually fade later.

You feel the blade lift and turn, another sting follows, a new wave of wetness pooling around Ellie’s fingers at the ache. It should be embarrassing, how turned on you got from this. Ellie would surely point that out later when looking to paint your cheeks a pretty red.

When you look down and realize shes made a tiny “E” on the flesh of your thigh, your legs go completely weak, wobbling as your belly tightens. Your head spins at the sight, squeezing your eyes shut to try and calm the way your eyes blur. She had carved her initial into you, left a personal mark on you. The bits of blood drip slightly, making you shiver.

“If someone else even tries to get between these thighs,” the blade is removed from your skin, tucked safely back into her pocket. “They’ll see who you belong to,” Ellie seeths, finger wiping to rid it of the bubbling redness, choking another whimper from you at the burn it brings.

The letter wouldn’t last longer than two weeks, but it still feels extremely permanent for you two, Ellie enamored by the branding on you, green eyes set firmly on the E for a long second before snapping back into it, your shaky breathing pulling her back in.

“My fuckin’ girl,” Ellie says every word with a push of her fingers into you, finally focusing on your needy center again.

“Yours, El,” you whine, hips moving with each thrust, pleasure pulling at all of your nerves, and shocking your whole body. Its only made to be better by the slight ache now on your thigh, paired with that of the soreness on your neck from all the marks.

“All yours.”

[noisydeergalaxy]

The Amber eyed dreamwalker Part 13

Warnings: violence, language, torture. I think that's it

Also I've just realised my spell checker has been spelling thanator as thantor and I don't have the patience to go back through all the parts I've written and change it so I'm just gonna stick with it, sorry I know its not 100% accurate.

Miles screamed in agony as multiple electro prods where jammed into his skin over and over again, the sweat poured of his body as the soldiers continued their abuse "you just have to tell us where they are and the pain will stop, it's not that hard" Ardmore's voice rang in his ears as mikes gritted his teeth "I won't tell you anything, leave them alone" Ardmore shook her head and kneeled down to miles eye level while he remained restrained on his knees "they are nothing to you, flea bitten savages where your words if I remember right, why protect them now huh?, what are you hiding" miles avoided her gaze and cried out as another round of torture began, his sore body and mind weakening by the second, his body shook as tears built up in his eyes.

Now Standing up ardmore nodded to the soldiers who continued their abuse of miles "you'll talk, you'll talk or you'll die miles, it's your choice, you can die waiting for them to save you, you can die protecting a race that you would of happily seen wiped out a few years ago" She snorted darkly "the pandora air has made you soft old man, time for someone else to finish what you should have when you had the chance" miles snarled at her, his eyes glaring. "You can kill me general, I'd rather die than betray my family" miles puffed his chest out as ardmore glared back at him, grabbing a knife she held the point at his throat "how about betraying your own species? You may look like them but deep down you'll always be the bitter human, you'll never escape that no matter how hard you try" miles eyes widened as her words echoed in his brain. The visions and words in his dreams coming back to haunt him. He snarled and tried to pull against the restraints which only tightened and nipped at his skin.

Ardmore dragged the blade across miles chest leaving a faint trail of blood on his skin as he hissed at the sharp sting

"Lock him back up" ardmore said with an angry sigh, with that miles was dragged away back to the segregation cells in a near by building.

It took every ounce of jennas self control not to rush out and rip that women's head off as she watched the scene unfold from the secluded spot she was hidden in. Pùla snorted next to her, his neck frills raised aggressively. Slipping back quietly to the rest of the pack that had accompanied her "we need a distraction to pull them away from that building, I don't care how you do it or how many sky walkers you kill, they've taken enough from us" the other navi nodded in agreement as they discussed a plan, a large group moved off to the tree line to prepare for a surprise attack while jenna and the rest moved closer to the segregation building waiting for the opportunity to move.

Miles ikran screeched from above as It dived on the soldiers in the camp, creating an uproar of havoc. The pack of waiting navi took the chance to ambush the unsuspecting soldiers, arrows and bullets flew between the two parties as the group and navi had thr upper hand jenna and pùla broke away from the group and made a run for the segregation building, pùla ripped the door off its hinges causing alarms to blare around them, soldiers rushed at the pair but where struck down with ease by jennas arrows, jumping off her thantor jenna began searching each cell for her mate, her fear and anxiety building as each cell she looked in lay empty, finally coming to rhe last cell jenna stopped in her tracks as she saw miles broken and bloodied body restrained on the floor of the cell, pushing the button the cell doors loudly hissed as they opened, jenna rushed through the doors and slid across the floor to miles and unhooked all of the restraints, Jenna lifted his head and examined his injuries. "Miles wake up" jenna shook his body as miles groaned but did not wake. Jenna whistled and pùla appeared moments later, prowling into the cell, jenna hauled miles up the best she could as pùla lowered his body allowing jenna to heave miles onto his back as she pulled herself behind him. Slinking back outside of the building, the commotion still, jenna's war cry rang out as the navi retreated back into the forest, miles ikran threw a soldiers body across the ground and swooped back into the air with a screech. Jenna urged pùla into a fast run before more soldiers could appear .

As the new wave tended to the wounded that had survived the navi attack, general ardmore stood and took in the scene of carnage before her, she breathed angrily and stormed to the segregated building, anger filling her as she saw the empty cell of her captive, she snarled and punched the wall.

Hearing running steps behind her, she turned to address the soldiers infornt of her "we've lost alot of men general, more than half of our platoon" Ardmore seethed as the men continued "we've radioed for more men, more supplies, weapons and such....we're awaiting your ordered general" Ardmore remained silent for a moment then pursed her lips.

"Kill them all"