#first and foremost these edits are for ME. it is for MY pleasure

[cylove]

guess who’s been editing kengan omega panels like a crazy person. im so picky with how gaolang is drawn its not even funny, and this is where it got me. my fav gaolang era is KAT round 2, and i mostly referenced that to make these edits (and some of KVP round 1) my big issue is that his face doesnt even look like his anymore???? he used to have a very straight long nose and i feel like in recent chapters its so short (among other things). I ALREADY KNOW daro is on a schedule but im not lol so i can take my time with him if you read more i did most of the gaolangs in chapter 260. my version is the one on the right

[9151967]

I considered including this in my last post (but it is already long enough), but what gets to me about Kirk finally sitting down to finish reading A Tale of Two Cities—his birthday gift from Spock—is that he can't now that his gift from McCoy, the glasses, are cracked and broken. It's a beautiful yet terrible moment of symbolism.

The glasses are first and foremost a symbol of Kirk's age, that he has gotten older and now needs a visibility aid for reading. Yet the choice of gifts act as an interesting reversal for McCoy and Spock: McCoy gave him a utilitarian gift whereas Spock gave him a gift for pleasure (Kirk is a bookworm and where Spock got his hands on such an old edition of a physical book in the 23rd century...). It's an interesting reversal from those two given their different philosophies (McCoy's sensuality encompasses more than sex and booze, he understands the importance of rest and downtime) but who can argue with a doctor giving someone reading glasses? That's part of his job.

More importantly, the gifts given by his two friends are wholly dependent on the other's. What good is a book if he cannot see it to read it? What good are reading glasses with nothing to read? (Work reports don't count.) Yet the glasses take on a new meaning now in this scene: Spock is dead and Kirk's glasses are broken. His very ability to see clearly has changed, both physically and emotionally in the aftermath.

After this scene, David will repeat Saavik's words about Kirk never facing death and Kirk will finally agree, having no choice but to confront Spock's death. By the next film, the audience will learn that McCoy is no longer himself after Spock's death. To miss one member of the Triumvirate is to destabilize and change the remaining two. All three must be together in order to work and live as they need to.

[dual-cetacean]

Potential art for the second season of No Place Like Home, first chapter (9).

Btw about the art: I always forgot how bald Nine looks like without the hair spikes. Big ass forehead. XD

"Back on the road in their lonesome, Nine ventures into the big and wide green world of Mobius."

It's officially a year since I started this project. It is the ninth of February (the second month of the year, ->Tails), and this fic is about a character named Nine. So, it is the perfect opportunity to post the first chapter of the second season of NPLH!

First and foremost, thank you to everyone who checked out my fic and read the entirety of season 1. I never expected that this little obsession of mine of writing a better ending for Nine (and, to a lesser extent, the rest of the cast of Sonic Prime) would get so popular. No kidding, this is my most successful fic to date, and the joy I get from working on it is immeasurable. I love all the comments I receive on it, and even if I have not had the chance to reply to them, I read them, and they fill me with so much warmth and fondness.

Thank you so much for sharing your guys' excitement and love with me. Writing Nine's journey is a pleasure; uncovering the plot and putting it on paper (screen) is an incredible adventure. This is one of the few projects I have worked on that I`ve been able to concentrate on for longer than a year, and it wouldn't be possible without all of my readers, who keep reading all the updates and leave me heartfelt comments. Especially a very big thank you to my very good friend @morp, who encouraged this story from its inception. Without it, it wouldn't have been as creative, or, who knows, it would still be sitting in my drafts collecting dust.

I usually do not start posting my multiple-chapter fics unless all of my rough scripts are finished. However, I expected these last few months to be able to write season 2 of NPLH so I could post them in the first half year of 2025. I overestimated myself as the previous semester was very heavy. For a whole semester, every day of the week with multiple exams and assignments kinda heavy. I had little time to write, and when I did, they were done in short spurts. (Everything I posted from September until the beginning of January was works I pre-made but still had to edit)

So, unfortunately, I haven't finished writing season 2 yet. However, it surprised me when I totalled how much I had already written: Chapters 1, 2, 4 and 5 were already done??? I hadn't expected that. So, I have written more than 50% already, and with a strong outline for the rest, I feel confident posting this chapter now. It will be a bit longer before I can regularly post the following chapters and make art for them, and honestly, with school, I really can't put a date on when this fic will continue. But everything is going much more smoothly than I expected when I realised last semester was so brutal.

So, yayヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ!

Also, good news: I passed all my classes for semester 1! So, there will be no redo exams for the summer for the last four months! So I can go into the second semester tomorrow without too much stress. I'm also doing only half of my classes so it should be more relaxing than the full program. Funnily enough, I am actually looking forward to my first class tomorrow ( •̀ ω •́ ).

So, please enjoy the beta chapter of chapter Nine~!

[mostlysignssomeportents]

A year in illustration (2024), Part one

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/12/07/great-kepplers-ghost/art-adjacent

As I go into my fifth year of writing Pluralistic (!), I find myself increasingly reflecting on the unexpected pleasures of creating the collages that head each post. I am by no means a visual artist – my drawing skills are sub-stick-figure, and my spatial sense overall is remarkable terrible. I can't solve jigsaws, I get lost in hotel corridors, and I can't find things that are right under my nose.

But addressing the challenge of illustrating extremely abstract ideas related to tech policy, corruption, monopoly and other hard-to-visualize ideas has awakened some kind of latent, heretofore unsuspected interest in visual communications in me. Relying exclusively on Creative Commons, public domain, and extremely solid fair use claims in selecting my source materials adds a spicy challenge that makes the whole thing even more engrossing.

I've written about my process in finding and preparing these sources before. Here's 2023's notes and highlights:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/21/collages-r-us/#ki-bosch

And here's 2022:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/25/a-year-in-illustration/

This year saw some new, exciting discovering and challenges. First and foremost is my switch to kagi.com as my preferred search-engine, which is like having access to a time machine that's connected to pre-enshittificated Google:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/04/teach-me-how-to-shruggie/#kagi

Kagi's image search is amazing, far better than Google's, and it has great copyright-based filters. When combined with tineye.com (for finding high-rez versions of images that might not be correctly tagged for rights status), it's even better. Even so, often Kagi will surface thumbnails of images Tineye can only find as high-rez on proprietary stock art sites like Alamy, covered in gross watermarks. These images are still in the public domain, watermarks or no, but erasing the watermarks is a lot of work. However, Alamy is a pretty good source of bibliographic information about the original sources of these images, for example, which issue of a 19th century boxing magazine they came out of, and then Kagi can find me high-rez scans of these sources, at the Internet Archive and/or the Library of Congress. I snag those PDFs and import them into the GIMP (which I use for editing) and pull, clean and crop a new high-rez version of those images for my own use. This year, I got much better at saving and organizing all that work on my laptop, but next year I'm hoping to get into a rhythm of uploading my high-rezzes to Wikimedia Commons so everyone can use 'em.

Getting better at collaging isn't merely getting better at using search tools, of course. Knowing what to search for is even more important, especially given the constraints of only using public domain/CC sources. The Library of Congress is a wellspring of visual material, but its own search tool is sadly lacking; however, Kagi's image search comes to the rescue again, thanks to the "site:loc.gov" flag, which restricts results to the LoC.

It was through these searches that I realized how many of the source images I was pulling down were the work of Joseph Keppler (1872-1956), an American political cartoonist who worked extensively for Punch:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Keppler

Keppler was called upon to illustrate many, many political issues that have parallels with the modern competition, corruption and geopolitical stories. A scant few of these remain in the periphery of the public's imagination today, most notably "The Bosses of the Senate," quite possibly the most significant antitrust cartoon of all time:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bosses_of_the_Senate

But Keppler is a wellspring of great public domain images, and I've been drawing on them heavily. It gives me great pleasure to do so, not just because they're so well-suited to the stories I write, but also because his posterity deserves it. He should be in the American illustrator pantheon alongside the likes of Norman Rockwell!

Besides my search engine and my sources, 2024 saw one other gigantic change in my collage-making: I had cataracts removed from both my eyes in September, and my ophthalmologist implanted lenses that corrected my severe astigmatism and permanently focused one of my eyes at 23" and the other at 25' (this is called monovision). My new eyeballs are still bedding in, and there are days when my vision is severely subpar, but I'm experiencing continuous improvement, and I think this will be a game-changer for 2025.

2025 will also see the long-awaited Version 3.0 release of The GIMP, the free/open image editor I exclusively use. GIMP (Generic Image Manipulation Program) was first released a quarter-century ago, and it's been in version 2.x for twenty years, so this is a big milestone. I can't wait!

https://lwn.net/SubscriberLink/998793/6c8d00bd1b2a7948/

Well, enough forematter. Let's get into this year's best illustrations. If you want high-rezzes of these (or any of my other collages), you can get them at full rez from my Flickr gallery of Pluralistic collages:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/doctorow/albums/72177720316719208

Someday, we'll all take comfort in the internet's "dark corners"

This one combines three sources: a public domain image of the Las Vegas sign, a CC 0 image of a western ghost-town, and a fair use gank of Mark Zuckerberg's metaverse avatar. I spent a lot of time hand-cropping the blades of grass around the sign's footing to create the illusion that it was planted in the ground. I'm also pretty happy with the dirt effect I managed on the sign.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/23/evacuate-the-platforms/#let-the-platforms-burn

Vice surrenders

I got these cover images from a gallery of old Dutch government workplace safety poster; they're delightfully gory in a way that rests comfortably in the cannon of Dutch bluntness. I did a lot of futzing with the Perspective tool to get the alignments right, atop the actual magazine covers (I believe they were Italian fashion magazines).

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/24/anti-posse/#when-you-absolutely-positively-dont-give-a-solitary-single-fuck

How America's oligarchs lull us with the be-your-own-boss fairy tale

Man, I wish this one had a higher-rez original. The 19th century painting of a kid being read a bedtime story by her kindly granny was perfect, except it was only 804 pixels wide! The grinning Uncle Sam is from Keppler (Keppler's Uncle Sams are many, varied, and great). The grinning kid is from a 19th century collection of photos of child laborers, and I love his expression (he's a newsie). I think I did a really good job blending the US $100 (works of federal authorship are all public domain) with the bed curtains. I was disappointed with how the gold brick that granny's foot rests upon game out. I even followed my friend Alistair Milne's tip of cropping the brick, desaturating it, and putting it atop the gold texture in overlay mode and tweaking the curves. It just wouldn't pop the way it did in my mind's eye.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/16/narrative-capitalism/#sell-job

How I got scammed

This one uses some public domains stock art of a hacker in a hoodie, an online make-a-custom-credit-card generator, and two of my favorite visual tropes. The first is the 'code waterfall' effect from the credit sequences of the Wachowskis' 'Matrix' movies, which I use whenever I'm trying to illustrate something with a nexus with the digital world. I have a folder full of these, generated with this code waterfall generator:

https://github.com/Rezmason/matrix

The other element, of course, is the eye of HAL 9000 from Kubrick's '2001: A Space Odyssey'; there's an SVG of this on Wikimedia Commons by a user called 'Cryteria,' licensed CC BY 3.0, which I use whenever I want to illustrate a harm caused by computers:

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HAL9000.svg

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/05/cyber-dunning-kruger/#swiss-cheese-security

(Image: Cryteria, CC BY 3.0, modified)

Solar is a market for (financial) lemons

I often write about scammers and hucksters, casting about for good visual representation. It wasn't until late January 2024 that I thought to look for an image of a carny barker and turned up this picture of WC Fields in full flight. He makes a lot of appearance after this point!

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/27/here-comes-the-sun-king/#sign-here

(Image: Future Atlas/http://www.futureatlas.com/blog, CC BY 2.0; J Doll, CC BY 3.0; modified)

Boeing, Spirit and Jetblue, a monopoly horror-story

I was really determined to get the right aircraft for this story about Boeing 737s, but that meant cropping out the plane from Vitaly Druchenok's photo and then painstakingly recreating the Spirit Airlines livery. In the original version of the image, the airplane was sticking out of the roof of the Supreme Court, but my wife (wisely) vetoed that as suggesting a terrorist attack on the court (I wanted to imply that the court had caused the airline to crash).

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/22/anything-that-cant-go-on-forever/#will-eventually-stop

(Image: Vitaly Druchenok, CC BY-SA 4.0; Joe Ravi, CC BY-SA 3.0; modified)

Tech workers and gig workers need each other

I cropped out these two women strikers from an early 20th century photo of a picket line and superimposed them on a photo of a massive union rally from the same era at (I think?) Madison Square Gardens. I am really chuffed with how nicely the (public domain) hacker/hoodie stock image and livery of a gig bike-delivery rider (fair use, ganked from a gig company's promo materials) blended with the strikers.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/13/solidarity-forever/#tech-unions

This one is in the running to be my favorite illo of the year. I knew it was going to slay the minute I found the image of the U Illinois campus secret society (spears! fezzes!). There's a really good public domain SVG recreation of the "Think Different" wordmark on Wikimedia Commons that I used here, spending some time getting the overlays and textures right:

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Apple_logo_Think_Different_vectorized.svg

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/12/youre-holding-it-wrong/#if-dishwashers-were-iphones

End of the line for corporate sovereignty

I use this ogrish rich-guy-in-a-top-hat image all the time to represent the thuggish application of wealth; he comes from a delightful Soviet editorial cartoon called "Capital Controls the Government":

https://craphound.com/images/ussr-capital.jpg

Putting him behind the podium in a UN plenary room with a UN crest in his hand worked really well, though in hindsight, the cropped version I used for the post's hero image is even better:

https://craphound.com/images/27Mar2024.jpg

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/27/korporate-kangaroo-kourts/#corporate-sovereignty

(Image: ChrisErbach, CC BY-SA 3.0, modified)

Conspiratorialism and the epistemological crisis

Another "thing at the front of a big room" image; this one works better that the UN one, I think.

Both of the sources for this have weird CC characteristics. The hearing room image comes from the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, a federal agency, and I am 99% certain that makes it public domain; however, whoever managed the NRC's Flickr account in 2014 applied a CC BY license to it, so I did the whole attribution for it, even though I think it wasn't needed.

The crumbled cardboard box image comes from a British company that sells cardboard boxes; they upload product shots to Flickr under CC BY 2.0 and require that the attribution string include their store's URL (not necessarily the URL of the image), presumably to get SEO backlinks. This is fine, but the CC BY 2.0 licenses have a serious defect in that a failure to correctly attribute them can give rise to serious ($150K!) copyright liability, something that a group of "copyleft trolls" have brutally exploited:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/02/commafuckers-versus-the-commons/

Which makes this kind of funky attribution a minefield. I try to touch all the bases by attributing to both the store's URL and the URL of the image. The real solution to this is for Flickr to finally update its CC licensing to push all its images up to CC 4.0 and push a notice to all users with CC images telling them they either have to consent to upgrading to the latest licenses, or have the licensing on their images reverted to "All Rights Reserved" (maybe with an asterisk explaining that they still have irrevocable but dangerous CC 2.0 licenses attached to them).

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/25/black-boxes/#when-you-know-you-know

(Image: Nuclear Regulatory Commission, https://meanwell-packaging.co.uk, CC BY 2.0)

Your car spies on you and rats you out to insurance companies

I had so much fun with this one! Check out all those gracenotes! Munch's (public domain) "Scream" reflected in the mirrors, the windscreen, and the dashboard. The 'You Wouldn't Download a Car' parody reflected in the blade of the giant knife sticking out of the steering wheel!

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/12/market-failure/#car-wars

(Image: Cryteria, CC BY 3.0, modified)

Wellness surveillance makes workers unwell

I love how this one turned out. The labcoated figure is actually a dentist from a gallery of images from the National Museum of Health and Medicine. The little flying guy in the back kills me.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/15/wellness-taylorism/#sick-of-spying

(Image: Cryteria, CC BY 3.0, modified)

Amazon's financial shell game let it create an "impossible" monopoly

I love this one. First of all, Hieronymus Bosch's 'The Conjurer' is a great visual representation of a slickster pulling a fast one on gawping yokels. But once I added Doc Searls' great shot of Jeff Bezos in mid-crazy-laugh to it (from a 2010 Techonomy Summit) it became perfectly trenchant. This was part of a short series of images that I added extra fingers and pupils to after someone scolded me online because they (incorrectly) believed I'd generated a collage with an AI image generator. Thankfully, that kind of absurd witch-hunting seems to have waned in popularity. What a ridiculous waste of everyone's time!

(Image: Doc Searls, CC BY 2.0, modified)

Part two

Part three

Part four

[somanyfanficssolittletime]

Hello all, its blue. now that the write-a-thon has ended, end I would like to take the time to thank everyone. first and foremost: the mods and team behind this, you are the real masterminds. you guys are all so amazing and doing so much work for this to go as smoothly as it has, you guys are insane and incredible, we love you all dearly<3. Writers: for writing and creating and being your wonderful selves, and- everyone here. to every one here: you are all such wonderful and so incredibly kind people. its such an honor to get the chance to create along side you all like this. there are so many of you that I admire so deeply, and I've had the chance to talk to you guys, I got to talk to some of my idols, guys!!!! that's downright insane!!! I have only ever had positive interactions with you all and I know I'm rambling at this point but its such a pleasure and privilege to be here with you all. thank you all for being here, and being friendly, laughing at my stupid edit, and finding the gifs I send funny, and maybe, maybe, even being my friends(!?) Linked Universe truly has changed my life for the better, and this server, for all of its "being open one day a month" glory, is such a big part of that. I've made so many friends in the short time I've been part of this fandom so far!! its crazy and beautiful and strange and I can 100% safely say that Linked Universe will always hold a special place in my heart. i didn't get much writing today, but i had so, so much fun speaking and joking around with you all.

every single on of you brings joy to this server, yes even if you don't talk much, you guys are noticed and loved.

i think its very safe to say that i care for all of you. the late nights laughing my ass of at Phil, soapy soup, puddings, grassy lawn nails, it has endeared you all very near and dear to my heart.

all this, to say thank you.

thank you for being so welcoming and sweet and so unwaveringly kind to me these past few months.

thank you for being the most beautiful human souls i have ever met.

thank you for existing on the same realm of existence as me, for you have all made life on this all that much better<3

I just realized this looks like I'm leaving the fandom or smth (which I'm not!! just to be clear) I just wanted to share my gratitude and thanks to each and every one of you.

Thank You.

i am sending Hugs, High-fives, and Good Vibes your way, along side my well wishes for all of your health's and well-beings.

(woof, sorry it got so long, guess i had a lot more thoughts then I realized, huh? )

I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH<33<33<33<33 YOU ARE ALL SO WONDERFULLY SPECTACULAR AND KIND AND AMAZING AND AHHHH- I DON'T HAVE THE WORDS BUT I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCHHHH AHHHH MWAH MWAH MWAH<3<3<3

[miyakuli]

Lost Records: Bloom & Rage

Damaged Memory

*handycam start-up noise* Alright, we're rolling. Hi, I’m Lola. and hum, I’ve been into writing reviews lately, I mean, I kinda enjoy it. I grew up in the 90s, so yeah, I get a little nostalgic for that era sometimes. And so you see, I came across this game; Lost Records. And it happens to be set in that period. Plus, it’s a narrative game. I like narrative games, you know? Anyway. I'm going to give my opinion on it, that's the point of this recording, right? So… will this be the right take?

❤ Lost Records is first and foremost a game about timeless friendships, seen through the eyes of its four heroines. Reminiscent of Stand by Me, we follow a group of somewhat marginal teenage girls who find and understand each other, forming a strong and unbreakable bond. The game takes the time to create and develop this very touching bond between them, whether platonic or not, to the point where we couldn't even imagine the group without one of them. Their energies intertwine in a unique chemistry, and we end up feeling close to them ourselves, like a silent shadow accompanying them through their unforgettable summer. Besides, I suspect that Abyss represents the player, as a 5th member of the group, helping them to gain their freedom through our choices. So, when we return to the present, we almost feel a certain bitterness at seeing them like this, growing old and trying to pick up the pieces of their past. And the game truly understands the impact of this friendship because, in the end, every branching path is entirely dependent on the relationships between the girls based on our interactions. As a result, we feel each bond even more… as well as each heartbreak. ❤ It's beautiful... like, really. The attention to detail is impressive; the textures of the skin with its imperfections, the reflection in the characters' eyes, the light filtering through the foliage, the reflections of the water… The game even offers contemplation spots and it’s right to let us enjoy them. And not only is it stunning, but it’s also deeply nostalgic: we’re fully immersed in that 90s vibe. Between all the little objects and toys of the era, the retro decor, and the clothing, the game will appeal to the sensibilities of the older generation, or immerse the younger ones in this singular period. We’d love to capture it, to keep a piece of it. ❤ Good thing we have a camera for that. We can immortalize life’s moments to fill up our summer memory, like collectibles waiting to be discovered. And even better, we can choose and edit our videos to to fine-tune the final result. We start looking for the best angles, the right timing, zooming in, zooming out… And sometimes, we film just for the pure pleasure of it, like freezing a moment in time. The camera becomes more than just a gadget, but a true tool of self-expression. ❤ There’s no denying it, Don't Nod knows how to choose its soundtrack. Between chill and atmospheric tracks, electro layers with a mysterious vibe that remind you a bit of Stranger Things, and that one rock song with a very memorable adolescent energy, everything is in place to immerse us in the mood. The music accompanies every scene and even helps reinforce the nostalgic memories we’ll take away from the game.

+/- As with any Don't Nod game, the player participates in the story’s progression, whether through dialogue choices or certain actions. This makes the experience more personal, and each playthrough unique if you want to relive it. But, here’s the thing, many of the choices felt rather superficial to me. Sure, they mostly influence the relationships formed between the characters, which is at the heart of the game. But overall, the game doesn’t feel very different, and I would have liked more distinct paths and a stronger sense of the weight of my decisions.

✖ There's a real pacing issue between Tape 1 and Tape 2. The first takes its time, maybe a little too much, to set the mood and build the bonds between our characters... while the second part seems to rush through everything. The story hurries, not giving enough time to clarify certain mysteries, especially around the Abyss, where we would have liked to have more clues to decipher it. As a result, the final promise becomes extremely confusing, and we don’t really understand its stakes, which leads to several plot inconsistencies. As for the protagonists, their actions become almost incoherent due to the abrupt changes in their behavior. Take Corey, for example, who, by the end of Part 1, seemed like a more nuanced antagonist than he initially appeared… In the end, he becomes nothing more than a caricature and completely loses credibility in his development. ✖ The management of dialogue lines also slows down the gameplay even further. It’s very common for lines to overlap, especially when a dialogue is triggered while we’re exploring and interacting with objects. As a result, either it abruptly interrupts the ongoing dialogue, or both play at the same time. We then find ourselves stupidly waiting for the character to finish speaking before we can continue doing anything. And since the game already assumes a slow pace, which doesn't bother me in itself, these repeated interruptions end up weighing down the progression. ✖ It’s also hard not to mention the numerous technical bugs; game crashes, filmed videos disappearing on their own during editing, questionable synchronization between dialogue lines and character movements… For a studio like Don't Nod, we would have expected more polish for the game's release.

Well… I can't help but feel affection for this game, because it inevitably takes me back to my own childhood memories and knows exactly where to push to hit the right spot. Its story? I’ll probably forget it pretty quickly; not well-crafted enough and lacking subtlety in its second half. I’ve enjoyed sticking with this little group to the finish… and now, looks like my own tape is about to end too. So... cut!

➡ My Steam page

[sweetperversiongirl]

Thank you Rayray @rayrayor for encouraging me to participate in the Drabble Challenge ♥ Thanks to Mandi @bawlbrayker for helping me edit this ♥

Here's my drabble on request number 15: “I’d kill for a coffee...literally.”

Morning crept inexorably into Ian and Mickey's bedroom, along with the sun's insidious rays. They should have gotten new blinds to replace the old ones Ian had taken from Lip and Tami's house in Milwaukee. In fact, Ian wasn't the least bit bothered by the fact that he had to wake up literally at the crack of dawn. He had long since gotten used to the strict regimen. The same could not be said for his husband, who had become particularly restless lately. Besides, Mickey had always hated the beginning of the work week.

Not that Ian thought there was any reason for Mickey's restlessness. But apparently Mickey himself thought otherwise.

The agitated tossing under the covers signaled to Ian that his husband was awake, and not in the best of spirits. It didn't come as a surprise to him either.

"Fucking shit!" Mickey jumped up from the bed so abruptly that the phone Ian was holding fell onto his chest.

Raising an eyebrow, Ian decided he wasn't going to release any comments just yet. Instead, he preferred to focus on enjoying the magnificent sight of his grumpy and completely naked husband. He couldn't hold back a disappointed sigh as Mickey quickly picked up the first boxers he could find from the floor and put them on, thus depriving Ian of an important part of his aesthetic pleasure.

Standing in front of the window, Mickey grabbed the blinds, crumpling them at the edges. He then jerked his arms violently, pulling the blinds off the window, allowing sunlight to fill their bedroom.

"Might as well not have this shit in here," Mickey yelled, throwing the now permanently broken blinds to the floor. Glancing over his shoulder, he threw Ian an angry look. "You should give this shit back…” he kicked the blinds with his foot,"to your fucking brother. I'll be fucking glad to know that asshole has as fucked up a morning start as we do."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with my morning," Ian couldn't resist commenting, for which he was immediately rewarded with two blue knives pointed right between his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I completely forgot that you are Mr. 'Nothing Can Take Away My Zen'. In that case, Master Shifu, could you stop thinking only about your own ass for a second and take care of your fucking neighbor? Isn't that what fucking kung fu teaches?"

"Actually, kung fu teaches you to be more tolerant of your neighbor first and foremost," Ian snapped back. "I'm sure I've been pretty good at it so far, Mickey."

With those words, he threw back the covers and slipped out of bed. His morning boner stared proudly at the ceiling as Ian stalked naked into the bathroom. He didn't like the fact that his husband had managed to get him off balance so quickly, but Mickey's lustful sigh behind Ian's back made up for that brief discomfort.

Ian's peace of mind was fully restored after Mickey caught up with him in the bathroom doorway. Ian received his rightful morning blowjob, which he immediately returned to Mickey with all the enthusiasm of which he was capable.

Brushing his teeth, Mickey mentioned in passing that Kit, their new West Side client, had turned out to be a sneaky bastard who'd tried his best to drive the price of shit down. Ian simply reminded Mickey that credit should be given to Kit, since it was Mickey who had arbitrarily jacked up the price of shit. The incident was over.

Until it turned out that there was no coffee in their apartment.

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As they approached Starbucks, they found a line a mile long, which in itself was not surprising for a Monday morning. The next coffee shop was much less crowded, much to Ian's sincere joy. All his hopes of getting the morning going again were dashed immediately after the waiter mixed up their order and brought them iced coffee.

"If I liked drinking this shit, I'd have stayed in fucking Mexico!" shouted Mickey desperately as Ian dragged him outside, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Eventually, after all the morning's misadventures, they found themselves in a tiny, unremarkable coffee shop. By West Side standards, it was just a hole in the wall, mostly ignored by the civilized locals. Ian figured: why not? After all, he and Mickey were still ghetto dudes, right? His temporary excitement quickly faded when he and Mickey walked up to the counter and found there.... the laziest barista in fucking Chicago.

Ian read the man's name on the nametag.

"Good morning, uh... Squidward?" he greeted the barista with the most idiotic name he'd ever seen. After the guy didn't even bother to look up from his phone at him, Ian decided to order anyway. "Double Americano and an Americano with cream, please."

Again, no response. Throwing a glance at his husband, who was leaning his butt on one of the tables, Ian realized Mickey was approaching boiling point. He returned his attention to the barista, already seriously contemplating that a plate of stale oatmeal cookies would look good on this guy's head.

"Hey, Mr. Tentacles," Ian muttered through clenched teeth.

Meanwhile, Mickey had gotten his ass off the table and walked over to the counter, resting his palms on it. A sly smile played on Ian's lips as he reached across the counter and slapped Squidward hard on the shoulder. The man didn't even flinch at this unceremonious invasion of his personal space. Instead, he slowly raised his head and stared at Ian, blinking his sleepy fish eyes stupidly, as if he didn't know there was anyone here but him.

Ian arched an eyebrow and nodded at Mickey's tattooed fingers, which his husband defiantly spread, knuckles pressing against the counter.

"I suspect you can read. Can you see what it says here?"

This time it apparently reached Squidward what an unpleasant situation he had gotten himself into. He swallowed awkwardly, and then, like an idiot, began to read aloud the writing on Mickey's knuckles. This made Ian growl impatiently and Mickey snort smugly.

"Bite him, Hercules!"

"Jesus Christ," Ian rolled his eyes, ignoring his shithead husband's retort. "Are the people in this place even capable of reading between the lines?" The barista blinked dumbly again. "Look," Ian noisily let the air out of his lungs. He points at Mickey’s tattooed fingers and spells it out, "It says, 'I'd kill for a coffee.' And that's not a euphemism, Mr. Tentacles. We understand each other now, right?"

With a hasty nod, Squidward jumped up from his seat.

A few minutes later, Ian and Mickey were enjoying a fairly decent coffee, seated at a table in the deserted coffee shop. They'd even allowed themselves to get a little fucked in the bathroom because Mickey was so damn horny. Ian thought he guessed the reason for that.

"Bye, Sponge fucking Bob. See you later," Mickey called out cheerfully, waving goodbye to Squidward as they left the café.

Once outside, Ian put his arm around his husband's waist and pulled him to him for a brief but deep kiss.

"Do you think he'll be happy to see us here again?"

"I don't care if he'll be glad or not," Mickey snorted. He looked relaxed now, which Ian couldn't help but be pleased about. "We'll definitely come back here again. Dude's a dickhead, sure, but his coffee's pretty damn good."

A wolfish smile blossomed on Ian's lips.

"Are you sure it's not because I turn you on so much when I'm angry?"

"Oh for fuck's sake, Peter fucking Pan," Mickey rolled his eyes. "You know you look like a golden retriever most of the time, right?"

Twisting out of Ian's embrace, Mickey headed toward their parked car. Ian rushed after Mickey, resenting being demoted so abruptly.

"Hey, what happened to fucking Hercules?"

[deedala]

💘weekly tag wednesday💘

love edition - thanks @heymacy for this weeks game and for tagging me!! &lt;3

name: deanna🌱

where the heck are ya? oHIo🌽

do you believe in love at first sight? in my fiction? yes. in reality? eeehhh...

do you believe in soulmates? like predestined one person for one person, not really. but i believe there are people out there you can make soulmate level connections with.

what’s a song you’ve been loving? im still on my guilty pleasure by chappell roan shit right now

how about a show you’ve been loving? ive been enjoying the show death and other details starring the loml rahul kohli

your ultimate OTP: i mean its gonna be ian and mickey huh

your comfort book: the masked empire by patrick weekes

a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!): i've been thinking about the incredible amount of detail and hard work and talent involved in these cookies made by @michellemisfit every single one of them is such ART. and so many different techniques used to create the right textures and the shiny decorative glass on the alibi?? i mean jesus michelle you were so insane for this. and two fics: a short one Flyboy and the Gearhead by @the-rat-wins which i read recently. im obsessed with the scifi world depicted in it and i loved the ian and mickey in it, they hurt me in the good way lol. And a long one you'll never see us again by @spoonfulstar which i read awhile ago but i still think about it on a regular basis, i maintain it permanently altered my brain chemistry. It's beautiful, its a work of art, it ripped my soul in two...but in the good way.

a trope that captures your heart: mutual pininnnggggg

favorite candy: is it andes chocolate mints?? yeah i think so.

dark chocolate or white chocolate? dark chocolate!

romance novels or thrillers? god i'd love it if theyre both at the same time but if i have to pick then romance.

pink or red? pink :>

and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself — it’s up to you! to me and everyone else: keep making the things that get stuck in your head and make your heart sing. you cant please everybody so first and foremost make sure you're enjoying what you're doing <3

and now i shall tag some precious nuggets to either play or not, but either way i am handing each of you a little valentine 💘💘💘@michellemisfit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @mmmichyyy @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @energievie @jrooc @mybrainismelted @mickeysgaymom @whatwouldmickeydo @the-rat-wins @creepkinginc @squirrel-fund @iansw0rld @rereadanon @sickness-health-all-that-shit @softmick @juliakayyy @crossmydna @themarchg1rl @lingy910y @thisdivorce @sleepyfacetoughguy @callivich @ardent-fox @vintagelacerosette @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @lee-ow @transmickey @tanktopgallavich @palepinkgoat @suzy-queued

[ummick]

Mick Schumacher Fully Lives His Adventure At the 24 Hours of Le Mans With Alpine

Mick Schumacher is preparing to make his debut at the 24 Hours of Le Mans. For this 92nd edition of the Le Mans classic, he is driving the Alpine A424 #36 from Alpine Endurance Team entered in the Hypercar category. He shares his impressions at the start of this great adventure.

After having competed in single-seater championships, first and foremost the Formula 1 World Championship, Mick Schumacher (25 years old) entered endurance and therefore the 24 Hours of Le Mans. The German driver joined Alpine's hypercar program last winter. He pilots the A424 #36 alongside Nicolas Lapierre and Matthieu Vaxiviere. He approaches the biggest endurance race in the world after showing strong performances in the previous three rounds of the FIA ​​WEC World Endurance Championship. "When we arrive at Le Mans, it's always with the ambition to shine and do the best possible. Being with Alpine, which is a French brand, gives another dimension," recognizes the man who competed in 43 grands prix between 2021 and 2022. Schumacher experienced the previous rounds of the FIA ​​WEC as preparation for the 24 Hours of Le Mans. "Everything is new to me. What is obvious is that people come here because of their passion for car racing, and that's a real pleasure. On a more personal level, I can't wait to race, to see what it's like to be on the go for 24 hours, because I've never had this experience. There is always something happening here, there is constant traffic, so being in the wrong place at the wrong time can be costly. This is an additional challenge. You have to constantly have a strategy in mind to be sure you can finish your relay."

One of the many special features of the 24 Hours of Le Mans is night driving, a new experience for Schumacher and one that he appreciated last night during the second free practice session. "Frankly, I didn't find the exercise that difficult," he tempers. "During the tests we conducted in Jerez, it seemed much harder to me than here. To be honest, I really liked it. This gives different sensations. My teammates have experience of night driving and I'm going to learn a lot from them. The race is going to be exciting, that’s for sure." He can count on the valuable advice of Nicolas Lapierre, who has sixteen participations. "We spend a lot of time with Mick. With the other drivers, we talk about traffic or slow zones, which can be quite tricky. The point of alertness that I specifically pointed out to him is sunrise. I advised him to stay focused because, seeing the day dawn, you almost have the impression that the race is over, so much so that attention is relaxed and that's when we see a lot of errors occurring," explains the leader of the drivers of the brand with the A arrow.

Given his experience in Formula 1, Mick Schumacher cannot escape the comparison with endurance. He is categorical: "It's not comparable. I strive to separate the two, not to create a bridge in terms of driving style, to be 100% on one side or the other. A hypercar is heavier, but it's still fun to drive. The car is made for Le Mans, so every time I get behind the wheel it's a joy." Schumacher is therefore preparing to add a new string to his bow. Between technical challenges, adaptation to night driving and constant learning, this race promises to be a decisive step in the young pilot's career. Remember that his father, Michael, took part in the Le Mans classic in 1991 at the wheel of a Sauber Mercedes C11 which he shared with Karl Wendlinger and Fritz Kreutzpointner. This unique participation resulted in fifth place in the general classification and the best lap in the race. We bet that Mick would happily sign up for such an assessment next Sunday at 3 p.m.

[silurisanguine]

Tracing and copying another's fan art and claiming as your own is a major DO NOT FUCKING DO.

I take no pleasure in doing this, but it is important. First and foremost - Tracing images to learn how to draw properly or to get a rough outline of an object or to do quick studies for fun is a known and understood technique in art. Some of the biggest fine artists did it - Picasso, Degas, Andy Warhol, even Leonardo Davinci did it.

When doing an outline trace from say a screenshot, it's always a good idea to say it's a study of one as I've done in the past and then those studies have been from virtual photography shots I've taken and edited myself. But

Tracing someone else's fan art and then claiming it as your own - that's a big mistake. Being that the art is from a fandom I'm part of and I follow the original artist I need to call this out as I recognised the original art straight away. TLDR - The user @kindakaikura produced a Vampyr art trade that was a direct trace over and copy of katrina_g46 artwork on Insta - that Katrina did back in 2021. The first drawing was drawn up and posted on a Discord where it was pointed out it was an exact copy of someone else's art to which Kai claimed there were 'similarities'.... That drawing was posted on various socials including here but soon deleted, though I have screenshots. Since then she's uploaded a 'changed' version on Twitter , here on Tumblr - and even Insta where Katrina is based! (Update - the post has come down here, but is still up on the other links).

But it's pretty obvious what's been done to this changed version. (flipped, badly change an arm position..squashed the face). First let's see the original artwork by Katrina g46 done in 2021-

Now let's compare the original with Kai's traced copies (her first version- quickly deleted and the altered ie flipped version that's now posted)-

Comparisons -

It's pretty obvious it's a trace and copy of someone else's fan art.

Be inspired by other people's fan art by all means, but straight out tracing and then badly trying to alter it and claim as your own is just not on. I cannot respond directly to Kai or the one who commissioned them as strangely 🤔 🙄 they have blocked me here so I must make my own post calling out this behavior in the hopes they will learn from it and develop their own artistic style. I have also let Katrina know on Instagram.

[breakofdawn12]

✨🌟 My Tumblr Intro I guess? Lol 🌟✨ Alright so.... Right off the bat, Hi, I'm Dawn 👋 Welcome to Hell— I mean welcome to my art blog. I'm 23 as of writing this, she/her I've been drawing for.... ~15 years now? Been doing digital for almost 10 years. I do writing on the side, I consider myself an.... alright storyteller, but art is where I shine brightest xD I'm a gamer on the side, I like space and laughing at stupid memes - What to expect from this blog? - First and foremost, this will be an art blog, I might post some stupid ramblings on the side, maybe some stuff about my fics here and there… But this will mostly be an Art Blog. I'm multifandom, might post one thing more than the other but it really depends on my mood If you like Kirby, Nier / Drakengard, HiFi Rush, Touhou Project, or Rayman.... perhaps this blog might pique your interest 👌✨ I'm also a HUGGEEE sucker for OCxCanon stuff so expect that as well ~ NAVIGATION TAGS (#dawns drables) - random blabs from yours truly, more than likely will include art (#dawns lore) - Posts that may include pieces of information pertaining to my lore/my versions of canon. The amount of info dropped will differ from post to post. (#ship: 💚⚙️) - Contains posts/drawings involving Pascal from Nier:Automata and my character, Vivi. ~ - BLOG RULES -

✨ If at any point you wanna draw up some fanart, feel free to send it in the ask box ^^)/ ✨ Refrain from being too weird in the ask box... - -); I'm fine with joke, but don't take crap too far… and for god's sake, don't be a perv either. I'll just delete your ask if you do. ✨ I'm very selective with canonxcanon ships and seldom talk about them..... if my OCxCanon stuff upsets you, just do us both a favor and block me. No one likes a party pooper. ✨ Speaking of OCxCanon.... I'm very protective of mine, and a lot of love and effort was put into making them. If you have your favorite ship, that's fine.... just don't shove it in my face. Though if I see you reblog my stuff and you put in the tags "this is nice but my fav ship is better", I will block you. ✨ I'm cool with headcanons for my OCs, and I might make some canon.... but don't expect me to make all of them canon. ✨ Dont expect a follow back, if I like your stuff I'll do that on my own thank you very much. Asking for follow backs in my ask box will only serve to push me away.

✨ Any questions about my lore, my characters, my writing, etc are always welcome... as long as the above rules are followed and respected ^^ Alright, think I've talked your ear off enough, I'll edit this as time goes along. It was a pleasure meeting you ✌️🌟

[trainedmutt-a]

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

there’s no way i cant mention @bundledmisery first and foremost. lee has been and continues to be an absolute joy to plot with and every single day im inspired to be a better writer because of the dynamics we’ve built and the talent she has so everyone say thank u lee

@crushsung dillon!!!! an absolute legend with some of the most realistic characters i’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. the little world they’ve created feels so real and the relationships between the characters are incredibly engaging to read about

@behe4dings who has written such a vast array of wildly different characters and has written them all with such love and care that they all feel so different from each other. i love interacting with charlie on the dash and seeing what he does with chad 🫶🏻 (petition to let charlie write the scream 7 script pls)

edit: I FORGOT KITTY @curseplay @janedoez i love writing with you so bad and i’ve been obsessed ever since u first made calamity and followed my silly little 2d blog. genuinely so floored by the sheer complexity that is SILK and their codependent wlw adventures

@vitalphenomena extremely extremely vast variety of muses and ALL OF THEM ARE GOOD like wtf…. i’m convinced there is witchcraft behind this blog

and you @whitelace!! val is such a pleasure to read about and i’m so excited to further explore her and gabe’s absolute annoyance with each other. i was lowkey intimidated by you for so long cause of how much i admire both val as a character and you as a writer 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[tinynavajoreads]

End of year book asks 3 & 14

Thank you for your question!

3. What were your top five books of the year?

So, my top five in no particular order are:

Dune by Frank Herbert

A Woman of Pleasure by Kiyoko Murata, translated by Juliet Winters Carpenter

Written in Bone: Hidden Stories in What We Leave Behind by Sue Black

Welcome to the Hyunam-dong Bookshop by Hwang Bo-Reum translated by Shanna Tan

Red Dead Redemption: History, Myth, and Violence in the Video Game West edited by Ester Wright and John Willis

14. What books do you want to finish by the end of the year?

The one that is first and foremost is Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson, which is coming in for me tomorrow! And honestly, that's really the only one as others are just for pleasure. But it'll be fun to see what else I do finish before the end of the year. Still got about 20 days, and about half of them are vacation time for me from my job so all the reading?

Ask me questions about my year in books!

[greensparty]

Album Review: John Lennon "Mind Games" Ultimate Collection

Through this blog, I've had the pleasure of covering The Beatles quite a bit, but this actually marks the first time I've been lucky enough to do an album review of a John Lennon solo release. I've gotten to review documentary films (The Lost Weekend: A Love Story, John Lennon: Murder Without a Trial, and most recently Revival69) about and/or featuring Lennon, but never an album review. Until now! Lennon's fourth solo album Mind Games was originally released on October 29, 1973. By this point it was a few years after The Beatles broke up. The album was recorded as Lennon was having issues with immigration and it was the start of his separation from wife Yoko Ono, known as his "Lost Weekend" which was actually 18 months. This past week saw the release of the Super Deluxe Edition of Mind Games: The Ultimate Collection from UMe.

1973 album cover

The album got a bad wrap when it was released. It only reached #9 on the Billboard album charts. It has been reissued many times over the years, but my favorite was the 2010 remastered edition that was included in the John Lennon Signature Box. The title track is the big song on the album that gets the most attention. But there's some bangers here including "Bring on the Lucie (Freda Peeple)" and "Meat City". Similar to the Ultimate Collection treatment that Lennon's Imagine got in 2018 and John Lennon / Plastic Ono Band got in 2021, this is Mind Games getting the kitchen sink box set treatment. Disc 1 is The Ultimate Mixes, produced by Sean Ono Lennon and mixed / engineered by Paul Hicks (known for his remixes of The Beatles and his partnership with Dhani Harrison in thenewno2), a very honest remastering of the album. Disc 2 is The Elemental Mixes, a more stripped back minimalist approach to the album. Disc 3 is The Elements Mixes, an even more minimalist approach to the album with as few instruments as possible heard. Disc 4 is The Evolution Documentary, which serves as an audio documentary of the recording sessions start-to-finish, hearing between song chatter and discussion. Disc 5 is The Raw Studio Mixes, which present the album with less studio effects. Disc 6 is The Out-Takes, which is different takes of the songs. There is also 2 Blu-rays that includes all of the versions. There's also a coffee-table book, a promotional poster, postcards, and a numbered Citizen of Nutopia ID card.

Super Deluxe edition

First and foremost, I do love John Lennon's solo work. But my initial feeling going into this review was that this was not one of his better albums and therefore it seemed less deserving to receive this kind of a box set treatment over, say Rock 'N' Roll or Double Fantasy. Both Imagine and Plastic Ono Band getting this treatment made sense as those were probably his best solo albums. Mind Games is good, but not as good as others. This box set is a lot and at times it definitely borders on For Fans Only, but having listened a few times, I can say two things: (1) I think the original is a better album than it got credit for, and (2) some of these mixes are definitely better than others to say the least. The Elemental Mix, The Elements Mix and The Raw Studio Mixes are interesting in the experimental "look what we can do with technology", but not in the sense of adding to the story of this album. The Evolution Documentary and The Out-Takes are where this box set came alive for me in terms of showing different versions and dialogue. The packaging is among the best box sets in recent years in terms of photos, writing and trinkets.

Lennon in 1973 (photo by Yoko Ono)

Bottom line: Give it a chance if you're skeptical and appreciate the phenomenal packaging!

For info on Mind Games

4 out of 5 stars

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Cold As Ice." Danny Johnson/Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. A Commission.

SO! I know, I know, almost radio silence on here for fucking days but I was busy writing this BEAUTY! The lovely, fantastic, amazing, and so much more Kelly or @darklylucid commissioned me for this beast. She laid out a 400 word outline and told me to “Go the fuck off and have fun.” So in typical Triple X Bexxx fashion I took that and ran with it and wrote 10K. I love Danny so much, I love Kelly, I was more than happy to do this, it’s been a while since I’ve written a one-shot anywhere near this length and I think this is officially my longest one. SO! Let’s not waste time, let’s get into the filth fest! Thanks again to Kelly for comming me and giving me permission to post this full and un-edited just as it was to her! Let’s fucking go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 10.3K. Danny Johnson/Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: DUB-CON! Stalking. Obsessive Behaviour. Disturbing Behaviour. Man Handling. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Blow Job. Oral Sex. Cunnlingus. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Object Insertion. Gags. Begging. Pleading. Temperature Play. Ice Play. Threats. Dirty Talk. Praise. Breaking And Entering. Blood Play. Murder. Mentions Of Violence. Restraints. Rope Play. Shibari. Crying Reader. Dacryphilia. Sensory Deprivation. Blind Folds. Punishment. Overstimulation. Cumplay. Fear Play. Rough Sex. Knife Play. Teasing. The Barest Hint Of The Idea Of Necrophilia. Creampie. Pet Names. Terms Of Endearment. "Good Girl." Used.

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You were bad. 

That is why he was doing this. 

Well not the only reason he was doing this. It was out of love. The sick, twisted, obsessed kind of love that only he could conjure up for you. A firm hand to guide you is what you needed and he could provide it for you. Even if you weren’t aware that you needed it yet he would make you see, show you that you needed him as much as he needed you and it was a need.

A deep, clawing, festering thing in his chest, black and sickeningly sticky and sharp thorny vines wound around his heart akin to barbed wire. You had been poisoning his brain starting at the stem and rising up until his mind was sitting in a cocktail of urges, of hormones and of you, wonderfully lovely, precious, you. 

Yes you were someone truly unique and special. So much so his usual activities have fallen by the wayside. He had been so focused on you as of late, you were taking up most of his time and attention and he was having a hard time fighting it. You were so fun to get caught up in that he couldn’t resist. 

Not like he fought hard to resist his urges. He was usually the type to seize what he wanted, a real go-getter who loved to indulge himself, he wasn’t going to just sit around and let what he desired pass him by. 

He remembered the day he first saw you. 

He was always so careful and purposeful in what he did, especially with his job, but even with the most meticulous and careful people things can fall through the cracks. He was out, taking pictures and later that night he was reviewing them and he saw you. Coming out of a coffee shop, totally innocent, looking a little preoccupied, the longer he looked the more he thought about you. Where were you off to? 

He moved on but weirdly, he felt drawn to that picture. Keeps coming back to it. To you. What did you do during your days, for work, for pleasure? He wondered on and on and it took a few weeks before deciding that maybe he should get to know you better.

But that means finding you first and foremost. 

He only had the picture to go off of so he figured that going back to that same coffee shop and waiting to see you come around again was the best bet, more than that, it was the only chance he had. So he continued going back to that shop, hanging out across the street around the same time he recalled taking the first picture and it took a couple of weeks but his persistence pays off. He sees you again and the picture did not do you justice honestly, you look even better in person. He takes a few more pictures of you through the window of the shop but he knows it won’t be enough. He needs more than a couple of images, that is what leads him to following you home, subtly of course, can’t let you catch on too soon. 

Your place is nice. 

Totally you. From the colours you chose, to the art you hung and the books on your shelves and even your bedspread it was so clearly your space. How people choose to live and decorate says so much about the person occupying that space and he soaked up everything that your space said about you. 

It only got easier to fantasise about you the longer he watched and more so after the first time he stopped in while you were out. Your choice of soap and shampoo helped aid in those day dreams, knowing how you smell, your bed was so comfortable and he even got to indulge in some of your cooking via the leftovers from dinner you made last night left in the fridge. 

The need to introduce himself to you became too much to bear when during one late night spying session he finally got to see you touch yourself. It was hot, very hot, seeing how you did it and moved, seeing you cum 

But the way you went about it? Sooo inefficient, it took you so long and it didn’t seem like it did because you were purposefully taking your time and luxuriating in it.

It was clear you wanted to speed the process along but it was almost like you didn’t have the know-how or the confidence or rather something was just lacking to really make it click.

He could help with that. 

He interpreted it as a clear invitation. Someone like you deserved to feel good, deserved to have everything you could ever want and obviously, that meant him. Even if you didn’t know it yet, he was going to make you see, make you understand and most importantly, make you feel. That was it, you needed to feel; going to feel pain and pleasure and fear and the whole, full range of human emotion on the spectrum and he was going to do it. 

The first time he introduced himself to you was one of the best nights he has ever had with a victim. 

How easy it was to break in, and how terrified you were, how much you fought and struggled, the fear in your eyes as he talked on and on and explained who he was and how he had found you. 

That same fear that slowly relented and melted to pleasure. The fashion in which your body gave in to him as he touched and took and explored and that isn’t to even mention how hard you came. Leading up to it you were almost crying, body a shaking and leaking mess as you tugged on his clothes and you pant out over and over to him, “-don’t stop, don’t stop, PLEASE don’t stop-” 

Until your words blended together into an incomprensible mess and you tipped over and were clenching around his fingers stuffed inside you as the orgasm took hold. He got you to beg him on the very first night, he knew he could show you pleasure like you’d never felt previously,  he knew you’d needed him and you proved it right then and there that he made the right call.

You were too fun for him to kill, certainly not anytime soon. He was going to have a hell of a good time with you before that ever happened, as he continued to visit and break you down, he learned that you had this wonderful little mix of wanting more but not quite knowing what more really meant.

Again, that is what he was here for. 

He introduced you to so much, got you invested and almost thoroughly addicted to what he made you feel, but much more importantly, to him. 

He still made sure that you didn’t know anything major about him. You knew what his voice sounded like, when he had the mask on anyway, what his cum tasted like and a few minor things from conversation you had pre or post fuck. 

You did know what his face looked like but you didn’t know that it was him. He couldn’t resist. He ‘bumped’ into you at the coffee shop and had a little meet-cute-esq conversation with you. He got off to it insanely hard in the bathroom of that same coffee shop after you parted. His body language and his voice were different out of the costume and knew you’d never catch on, but he knew and it got him rock hard. 

He tried so many different things but as of late, one of his favourites was taking the main focus, he was seeing how far he could push you with denial. He loved coming by, touching and teasing, hurting, invoking fear and doing all those things he had discovered you’d loved over these past few months, working you up beautifully, getting you so painfully close only to deny you.

It started off easily. Edging you carefully a few times before letting you cum over and over and then edging you more and letting you cum less. He loved it, made him cum so hard, having the thing you wanted so much, the thing you were asking for, pleading with him for. Making you believe he just might give it to you only to again, at the very last second, pull the rug out from under you? Orgasm fuel like no other. The way you whined and cried, fan-fucking-tastic. 

He might have gotten a little too into it.

Might have pushed too far. 

One night he decided it was time, he was going to leave without you even cumming once after being brutally edged for around two hours. When you realised what he was about to pull, begging him to stay, to not leave you like this? He was grinning so wide. He had already cum twice and he could feel himself getting hard yet again watching you. Bared and sweaty, sitting up in bed in your tangled sheets, brows furrowed and reaching out to him, trying to beckon him back, “Please don’t leave me like this! Please help me, please-”

It was tempting but what he had in mind was going to be so much better, so fucking worth it. 

“C’mon hon, it won’t be long. You can wait for me, can’t you?” He asked with a cock of his head and you almost whimpered and he said, “Think about how fucking good it will be when I help you out next.” 

“I really don’t think I can-” You started and he said, “Be a good girl for me. Wait. Okay?” 

You took a deep and shuddering breath and with your head dropping forward you sighed out, reluctantly, “Okay.”

“That is what I want to hear. No cumming on your own. Next one you have will be from me.” He let the smile on his face bleed through his tone. 

He thought you were still afraid enough of him that the extra threat as he headed out the window wasn’t needed. He thought you were smarter and well aware he was always watching you. But you couldn’t wait. You managed some sleep but the next night you got off, you waited for him but once you feared he wouldn’t come that night to see you, the need overtook and you made yourself cum. 

If you only waited just a little longer he would have swooped in and made you see stars. You rubbing your poor and empty cunt all alone in your dark bedroom, it was sad honestly. 

Oh well.

You gave him a much better gift by disobeying him. A chance to try something he had wanted for such a long time. Once you were asleep he went home to get some rest himself, he knew just what he was going to do. 

The following evening you were out with some friends, how perfect was that? He broke in the usual way, a little something in hand to help make this happen. Making his way to the kitchen, he filled the mould he brought along and walked it carefully to your freezer, found just the spot to hide it where you won’t find it and left it there. He didn’t linger tonight, tomorrow he would be here long enough, he left and stuck around till you came home and he was sure you made it into bed. 

It was going to be such a good night tomorrow. 

He bided his time and waited until you were in bed again, sure that you were almost asleep before making his way silently inside. He crept in, paused briefly at the front door, taking a moment, a deep breath, he was so fucking excited for this it was almost unreal. He looked down and saw your boots discarded in their usual spot by the front door. He had to admit it was one of the first things that he noticed about you, the fact that your boots matched his, maybe it was corny but he liked that. A pair of leather fuck off boots being what you wore on the daily mirroring what he wore when he was traipsing around in his killer garb, it helped aid him in being drawn to you. 

He figured that he should start the evening off right, it had been a while since he’d done this and thought it’d be fun. He wanted you to come to him. 

He knew just how to go about it. He reached back, and fucked with the handle of your door, loudly, opened and closed the door much less quietly. Walked not as stealthy as normal to your kitchen, messed a bit with the cabinets, could hardly hold back the grin when he heard your bed springs shift. 

You heard the sounds and it terrified you. Sitting up in bed with a start, you totally heard the front door, who the fuck was that? Who was here?

You cursed to yourself, as you got out of bed, you paced for a moment before taking a deep breath, getting the bat from under your bed, you didn’t think about it, knew yourself and if you tried to think too long you’d get stuck. You had to go confront this head on. You left the room, heart hammering and palms slick with sweat. 

He listened intently to hear you open your bedroom door, listened as you tried to walk quietly down the hall, your pace was slow. He waited until you were about to come into the kitchen and then he grabbed you. 

One hand wrapped around your wrist and the other clamped over your mouth to muffle the scream that attempted to leave your mouth. You were so taken off guard you dropped the bat in your hand and struggled until you heard that familiar voice in your ear, and the cool material of that mask on the side of your face, “Evening sweetheart.” 

Fuck. Of course it was him. You inhaled deeply through your nose, the fear didn’t completely leave but it did dissipate knowing it was him, body sagging against him.

He loved when you reacted like that. “Awe, awfully relaxed now that you know it's me. How sweet is that.” His hand released your wrist and slid down your arm and then your side until it rested on your hip, a soft squeeze as he said, “You sure that’s smart?”

A questioning hum from you with your mouth still covered until he pulled it away and said, “Just saying maybe you should be a bit more afraid of me honey. You might be getting a little too comfortable for your own good.” 

That makes your heart thump again and you swallow. “You think?”

“Think? I know. I mean look at who you are dealing with. I treat you so sweet because it’s fun but who’s to say that is gonna last forever.” The tone was sharp, implication clear and the silence that followed after was heavy. The fear was back so intensely so quickly. Perhaps you had been getting a little too comfortable for your own good.

He had come by post his little hobby, come by with his mask splattered with blood, gloves sticky and too wet, streaking crimson across your body as he touched you. He would be reeking of iron and amped up on adrenaline and looking to expend his excess energy on you.

He was very dangerous and he was right, he’d been sweet on you thus far.

The tension was thick as you thought of one thing. Would it last?

He broke the silence with a long laugh. His arms wrapping around you, a tight hug, “Fuck, lighten up!” A weak smile broke out on your face as you told him, “Very funny.”

You pulled away, turning around and finally looking at him properly, staring up to see him in that usual white mask. Seeing him like this, you are reminded of that, shit, maybe you should be more afraid and not so comfortable. He was a stranger, a killer, and he breaks into your place to touch and play with and fuck you. He does it extremely well but still you should have more reservations, shouldn’t you?

One of his hands came up and was pinching your cheek, “I got you so good. Could almost feel your heart beating out of your chest and the nerves pouring out of you.” 

“Yeah, you sure got me.” You dead panned as you squirmed, jerking your head away which he then took as an opportunity to pat your cheek condescendingly, “You are way too uptight tonight. How about you drag me back to that bedroom of yours so we can relieve a little tension?” 

You think that sounded like a much better use of tonight. 

So you find yourself taking him back to your bedroom. You sit on the bed and he is standing at the end of the bed right in front of you, “Shocked you weren’t dragging me back here right away.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, leaning back on your hands with a quirk of your brow and there was a slight cock of his head, “Because you haven’t cum in days and must be just dying for me to get you off.” 

Fuck. 

How had you already forgotten his last visit? 

It was earlier this week for fucks sake. Him coming into your room and teasing you, edging you for two hours, the longest so far without letting you cum once and speaking of cumming once, he didn’t even grant you that before he took off. He told you to hold off till he came back to finish you off and to your credit you lasted a day. One painful, swollen, need filled day before you gave in and made yourself cum, finally breaking the tension before passing out. Then yesterday you had an average night, went out with friends and then that brings us to tonight. 

Him here, expecting you a needy mess and you were very much not.

You knew he wouldn’t take kindly to that. You, ruining all his hard work.

He was testing you. That is what this was. If you confessed and admitted it then maybe he might go easy on you, he would still punish you but would make it not as intense. 

He couldn’t wait to see what you did. 

“Yeah of course I am I just-” You looked away, eyes on the ground, “-didn’t wanna seem over-eager.”

Oh this was perfect. “Over-eager? Is that what we are calling it now?” He teased. He didn't wait for a response, choosing instead to speak again to ask, "So you were good?" 

You fought the urge to swallow and nodded, "Yeah I was." You were digging yourself in deeper but there was no way he could have known, he hadn't stopped by that night, you were fine. 

You finally looked up from the floor, back to him, back to that mask, he was much closer, arms crossed over his chest. "Well then if you waited you must be really excited, so much so I'm worried." 

"Worried?" You asked and he affirmed. "Yeah. Real worried. So I was thinking I should tie you up." 

Your heart was speeding up again at the suggestion. "Tie me up?" 

"Yeah. For your own safety of course. Wouldn't want you hurting yourself. That's my job." 

You could hear the glee clear in his tone. You felt bad. You felt afraid of letting him tie you up and have you totally at his mercy but you were lying right to his face, disobeyed him, you should let him do this. A silent apology to help assuage some of your own guilt. Plus, part of you did find the idea pretty exciting but before you could express any of this his hands were on you.

Oh. He wasn't asking before. He was telling you. 

The clothes you wore were stripped away and discarded till you were bare before him. He wasn’t rushing but he was being forceful and you didn't complain. You never did when he did this, you liked being handled by him, undressed by him. The way in which he’d feel you through your clothes lighting fresh fire in you, hands touching you after each article was taken off and tracing over every newly exposed inch of skin, not gently, no he was far more possessive than that. 

Those same hands were pushing you back onto the bed and positioning you how he wanted, telling you firmly, "Don't move." 

You knew you should take heed so you do. He pulls out the lengths of soft looking red rope and you wondered where he had been hiding that. 

It didn't matter where it came from when he began to wind that rope around you. 

This part he really lingers on. It’s careful and methodical and sure. It only increases your arousal. How sure he is. It is like he planned it, so confident in his movements, knowing just where to place the ropes and how tight to make them. Constricting, serving their purpose to help immobilise you without choking or cutting off blood flow. 

He started low, ankles encircled and then knees, then thick, several goes around your thighs. Ropes around your hips, crossing over your chest, framing your chest beautifully, pressure on your breasts present and aiding in pushing them out just a touch, not uncomfortable but still very much there. The crosses of the ropes around and between and under your breasts forming a pentagram. More over your shoulders and more around your elbows and wrists and all of it pulled tight. 

You were on your back, feet together, knees apart, thighs spread. Arms secured to your sides, more rope around your biceps and then loops around your elbows, your wrists secured and tied to the ropes at your hips. He went even further to secure a small loop around your middle finger, you could clench your fists but not move your hands at all. Your legs, your arms, all of you was tied up tight, the places he chose working just as he intended to make movement impossible, a few of those ropes were secured to your headboard, no way you could even wiggle off the bed, not like you could go far with how you were tied but still. 

You were stuck to your bed.

And better still, totally at his mercy. 

You felt so wet and he hadn’t even felt between your legs once. He had ignored that part of you very pointedly as he tied you up. Strong gloved hands felt you everywhere else except there as he tied you up. Your body felt primed, alive with sensation and ready, you felt so fucking ready. 

 Not a thing you could do. Fear and excitement were totally intermingled by this point, excitement was winning out but barely. He had taken so much time tying you up, it was methodical, weirdly soothing while it excited you. 

He was double checking you were okay. Fingers hooking in different points of the rig, tugging, making sure it was strong, no give, but wasn’t going to cause you any undue stress from being in it for a long time. Again he would hate a few knots and miss ties on his part to potentially cut the fun short. 

“I have to go grab something.” He stated once he was satisfied with the current state of the ropes. He turned to the door and once he reached it, hand on the knob he turned to look over his shoulder and say, “Don’t go anywhere.”

You exhaled through your nose before shaking your head, one of the only movements your body could still make, “Very funny.” 

“I thought so.” He called over his shoulder as he swung the door open and strode out into the hallway. 

He left you alone and went to the kitchen. Went right to the fridge and opened up the freezer, reached the back, moved the bag of frozen vegetables to find what he had left in there last night, totally untouched just like he thought it would be. He put it all the way to the back, sure that you wouldn’t find it and as always, he was right. 

He walked over to the sink and worked it out of the mould, it came out perfect, rock solid, thick, and took the shape amazingly well. It was around seven inches long and one and a half thick oh he was going to wreck you with this. 

A dildo made out of pure ice, long and thick, ridges and veins, a damn good imitation. Just the thing to tourture and punish a girl as bad as yourself.

He left the mould there and snagged one of your dish towels from a drawer, wrapped it up and made his way back to the bedroom. He leaned in the doorway and told you, “Got a surprise for you. Close your eyes.” 

You gave him a confused look but complied, eyes falling closed and you listened. Hear him step into the room in those boots of his, until he was right next to the bed. “Good. Keep em closed.” 

You then felt something that made you flinch. His gloved fingers running over your lips, he presses and instinctually your lips part for him. The leather feels cool as two of his fingers press down on your tongue, he forces your mouth open and you let him guide you. “Hold.” 

You give a slight nod, holding your mouth open even as his fingers leave but your mouth is not left empty for long. You feel him pushing something in between your lips and forcing it down onto your tongue, the taste fills your mouth and it makes your brows furrow. It’s salty, musky, a little bitter too, you wonder what it is but then you feel more rope getting added to the mix. Keeping what felt like fabric in your mouth, a strong knot resting on your tongue, the wad of whatever the hell it was between it and your tongue. The rope was secured behind your head and tugged on, you were gagged now too. 

“I’ve been holding onto these for a while.” You make a sound to question him and he says, “You know those sexy black panties you wore for me about oh, two weeks ago? The silky ones with the lace edges, low cut and so small?”

You gave a small nod and he said, “Well I dunno if you’ve been looking for them or not but the reason you couldn’t find them is because I held onto them.” 

You move your tongue, you taste it now. It’s yourself that you are tasting.

“I didn’t clean them of course. I just love the smell of you, even added to the mess if you know what I mean, which I am positive you do.” Oh God. He took your soaked, dirty panties and had jacked off with them. You had the brief thought wondering how many times he had cum into them but in your current state it isn’t like you could ask. 

It shouldn’t surprise you he is a filthy panty snatcher honestly. You are being forced to and gagged on the mess of the mix the pair of you made. No wonder he gagged you so you couldn’t try to get them out of your mouth. 

“Alright, you ready to see your surprise?” He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you. 

“Mmf.” You really were curious what he had planned for you tonight. 

You were about to open your eyes but what he did next made them shoot open of their own accord. You would have jumped if you were able to, not just from surprise but from the cold, what was so cold? Your eyes shot down and you saw what he was holding. In his black leather gloved hand was gripped what looked like-

No way it couldn’t be.

A very phallic looking hunk of ice that he was currently drawing circles with on your stomach. 

What was he going to do with that?

Your eyes went wide upon the realisation as to why it was shaped the way it was. Your eyes looked up at him, pleading, a small shake of your head. 

“Oh you think you are in a position to refuse?” He laughed, head tipping back. “No, no sorry you aren’t. I mean look at you.” The hand currently not holding the ice hooked in some of the ropes on your thigh and tugged, emphasising further your current predicament that was truly setting in. 

You were gagged, tied down and unable to move, totally helpless and he had a dick made of ice that was already starting to leave cold trails of water in its wake that he was surely planning to put inside of you. 

His fingers slipped from the rope and slapped you lightly on the thigh, “You couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.”

You were starting to freak out. He was enjoying the panic in your eyes as he slowly dragged the ice up higher and higher. He started to circle one of your nipples, watching as it hardened under the coldness of the object he was holding. 

“So do you know why this is happening?” He asked and you were starting to clue in. He leaned in, hand cupped to the side of his head, ready to listen to you, still holding the ice to your nipple, and you would pout were it not for the gag. You made a few muffled sounds and wished you could squirm away as a few drops ran down the curve of your breast and he hummed, “Mmm no, can’t understand you.”

He sighed and sat back up right and moved slowly to your other breast. Circles that languidly closed in on your nipple and he said, “So I’ll just have to tell you!”

He was taking a moment to admire you like this. The fear in your eyes, the rise and fall of your chest, the water already running down your form and of course the ropes encasing you so beautifully. 

“I came by the other night. So excited to see you, my favourite little play thing.” He tapped the end of his little instrument of torture against your nipple and you made a sound of protest behind the gag that he ignored. “I was all ready to sneak in and play with you, touch and taste, make you cum so fucking hard for being such a good girl and waiting and instead what do I see?”

He is moving the ice again, pulling it up, over your collarbone and your neck and you wanted to squirm away so badly, the chill was setting in now. 

“I see an impatient writhing mess of a thing that couldn’t wait and just HAD to get herself off. Rubbing her clit practically raw in her bedroom, empty cunt and all alone. How fucking sad is that?” He sighed. “I was going to eat you out till you couldn’t think straight and couldn’t cum anymore but you had to go and ruin my plans.”

You whimpered, you should have waited, you would have fucking loved to have that and he is right. It would have been a much, much better orgasm on the end of his tongue rather than from your own fingers in your bedroom all alone like you did a few days ago.

Gloved hand reached out and stroked your cheek, making you look up at him as he asked, “What am I gonna do with you?” 

A shake of his head as he pulled the frozen water away and you exhaled through your nose in relief. “I told you to wait, told you to be good and you said you would and you flat out broke your promise. I don’t like people who break their promises.”

He gripped your jaw hard, it hurt, it ached slightly and you felt the ice on you again. Tracing down between your breasts, you wanted to shiver but could not from how hard the ropes held you. “And on top of that I gave you an out and you lied about it. You could have come clean and I would have gone easier on you but no, you just couldn’t be honest.” 

You were really, really regretting your choice in this moment as he went on, the fear was overtaking how excited you were earlier. Your heart was pounding, you clenched your fists, you wanted out, wished you weren’t tied up anymore. 

“I can’t let that behaviour go unchecked, so obviously I needed to do something about it. Which brings us here.” He said with another sigh, he was clearly so displeased with you, the ice back on your stomach, you wanted to arch away from it but were unable. 

“I am going to show you I am not a guy you can fuck with, not one to disobey and certainly not someone to lie to. I’m going to make you regret stealing that orgasm.”

You were so fucked. 

You were sure he was correct and you were totally going to regret your choice. 

“Enough waiting around, hmm? Only have so much time before this thing completely melts.”

He set it aside and said, “But first.”

You see him reach down and then pull up a strip of fabric, he leaned over you and lowered it over your eyes. Your world went dark as he blindfolded you and secured it behind your head. This was going to make it so much worse. You weren’t going to see what he was doing, where he was going to touch or put it. 

This is hell. 

A well designed and personally crafted hell. 

“Now you are perfect. All ready for me to get started.”

You feel the mattress move and he gets off of the bed. You wait.

And wait. 

And wait a little bit more. 

The bastard was dragging this out on purpose. You were so fucking scared, this was going to be awful, what was he going to do and when was he going to do it?

You feel it first. Ice on your thigh and the want to jump again fills you. He must be on his knees on the floor because you hadn’t felt the shift again. Then on your opposite thigh you felt warmth, you placed what it was, his hand. He must have taken off one of his gloves to touch you with his bare hand and that isn’t something he did often. It excites you more. 

He was tracing patterns with the coldness all over your inner thigh and rough palm running up and down the other, the split of the two feelings getting to you. 

His hand moves up higher, you feel this thumb brush your clit, a jolt of pleasure shooting up your core and making you inhale harshly though your nose. He circles it a few times, testing the waters and the pleasure begins low and slow. His fingers move and two of them prod at your entrance as his thumb works you over and you wanted to arch your hips to invite him in but again, you can’t. 

His fingers slid inside of you and you moaned. He’d lifted the dildo off of you, a small break from how cold it was and you focused on the warmth of him. Rubbing your clit and curling his fingers just so making you moan out behind the gag, your eyes shut tight behind the blindfold. It feels fucking good, really good, he is way too good with his hands. 

He is loving this.

He is letting you get into it, enjoy the pleasure for a moment before he settles into ruining you. Another minute of careful stroking and fingering, curling into that sweet spot that makes you tense and your breathing go uneven. He is grinning to himself as he lines up the dildo, careful not to touch you and in one quick movement he switches. His thumb lifts off of your clit and the tip of his makeshift dildo touches down and you cry out behind the gag and clench down on his fingers. 

Fuck! That is so, so cold. Your clit was so swollen from how worked up he’d gotten you, so sensitive so when he brought this in you really felt it. 

He stilled his fingers inside of you. Circling your clit slowly, watching as you struggled internally, listening to the sounds you made behind your gag of pain and uncomfortableness. You were so hot, it was already starting to melt, rivlets of water running down your vulva chilling you further, pooling under your ass. You were clenching on his fingers so much already, he could only imagine how good it would feel to bury his dick inside you with the ice to your clit but no, not yet, he had to wait. 

It was going to be so worth it. 

“You're so warm inside.” He said easily, fingers sliding in and out again, another curl as he said, “I can’t wait to fix that.” 

His fingers left you and you felt his hand on your inner thigh, a strong squeeze as he moved the ice dildo. He traced it up and down slowly, down one side of you and then up the other before running and splitting your lips down the middle and feeling that, the melting ice over your straining clit and down and over your leaking hole. You groaned behind the gag, you were already dying, how would you ever handle actually taking it inside?

“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” He asked as if you could respond to him. You shook your head back and forth as much as you could trying to communicate to him, repeating one word over and over even though it was unintelligible through the gag. That word is of course, “No, no, no, no!”

You were sure he understood you but like he was going to stop this.

So much water was coming off of the toy he’d crafted, running down you and onto the bed below, he didn’t lay anything down and you were going to be sitting in a puddle of ice cold water at this rate. 

“Yeah. You’re ready.” He adjusted his position, you felt his fingers on you, he pinched your clit and you groaned behind the gag again at the stab of pain. Hand is now on your hip, holding you and the toy is moved down so it is at your hole, he runs a few more circles before he starts to slide it inside for the first time. “Remember, you asked for this.”

Your whole body tenses. You cry out behind the gag, eyes squeezed shut again, your fists clench tight as he slides it inside inch by freezing and agonising inch. 

“Oh there you go, look at you! Taking it so well.” He praises as his eyes were glued between your legs, watching as your hot and tight little hole was forced to swallow up the frozen false cock. It was a very arousing sight, he was already so fucking hard but he felt himself throb in his pants at the sounds you were making. 

He didn’t stop, he kept going until his fingers were gripping the base and as much as he could stuff inside of you while still holding onto it was inside your soaked slit. 

You were unable to stay quiet. Soft and muffled sounds constantly slipping out, whimpers and attempts at curses as you needed some outlet since you couldn’t move. It was impossibly cold. 

It hurt. 

The toy was so big, the stretch of it felt even stronger because the toy was so freezing, so unrelenting. Ice has no give to it whatsoever and you were feeling it. 

It was already hurting from just how cold it was. You wanted it out, you wanted the gag out too, you wanted to beg and plead, wanted to apologise and make it up to him somehow. 

He slowly began to slide it out and you groaned in slight relief before he thrust it in again and you half screamed at that. Your walls spasming around the ice and your fists were clenched so hard, nails biting into your palms. “You look amazing like this. All wrapped up just for me and in pain, desperate to get away. So good.”

His tone was startlingly affectionate. You would normally love the praise but right now your mind is just screaming for it to stop, it hurts, it was so cold it burned and then after a few more short thrusts he was pulling it out. You moaned out a ‘thank you’ into the gag and then felt it. Heat, warmth, what was it?

Oh God.

His breath fanning over your inner thighs and your soaked slit. 

That means his mask is up and his mouth is right there and you feel his tongue drag up between your folds and you gasp into the gag. His mouth feels so good, soft and hot in comparison to what he had been torturing you with. 

It felt good from the heat but not much else. You felt numbed from the ice so there wasn’t much pleasure.

At first.

He didn’t stop.

He worked and ate you out, lips and tongue working you over perfectly. Tongue circling your clit, lips wrapping around it, sucking indulgently before pulling off with a wet ‘pop’ and leaning back in. His tongue sliding down, licking at your hole before running around it before delving inside and making you tense under him. He slowly warmed you with just his mouth. Worked until the cold was almost totally gone, until you were feeling blissfully warm and moaning into the panties soaked with your shared juices and your own drool. 

It was starting to feel really good, like if he kept it up another minute you’d be close but then his mouth lifted up and you felt the ice take its place and your body tensed immediately. 

No time wasted before he was sliding it back in. Not as slowly as before. Much more firmly and he slid it in all the way before pulling it out halfway and thrusting it back in, a steady pace set as he fucked you with it. Each thrust makes you cry out slightly. You sighed out, “You taste delicious sweetheart.”

You tried to focus on what he was saying, hoping it would make fucking you over and over as he said, “You are really good. It’s part of why I’m doing this. You just need to be reminded sometimes.”

You couldn’t help feeling weak, head tipping back as you listened. Him praising you always made warmth bloom in your chest and usually your cunt but right now it was hard with the frosty toy seated inside you. The toy was so cold he felt it through his glove, chilling his hand, he could only imagine how it felt inside of you. How bad it was. 

“I do this because you’re worth it. Because I care.” He said it in a way that was sickeningly sweet and on it went.

He pulled the ice dildo out again only to fall between your thighs with his mouth first. He ate you out, tongue flicking over your clit and mouth sucking and slurping at your cold and numb flesh until he brought warmth and sensitivity back into it. He ate you out slowly and softly, the dichotomy between that and the ice dildo was not lost on you and you appreciated how nice he was being.

You were making a mess. He couldn’t tell what was water and what was just you. 

You tasted fantastic and there was something weirdly refreshing about eating you out like this, how cold you were, slowly leaking water. He could keep doing this for hours. “You’re so wet.” He teased and you would roll your eyes if you weren’t so lost in the pleasure his mouth was providing. 

He eats you out until you get close, body trembling from pleasure, on the very edge before he lifts up and the toy is back inside quickly until you are shaking from the cold. His warm un-gloved hand would grope you too, your tits, plucking at your nipples. Whenever he was using his mouth he’d give his hand a break and set the toy down, not caring for the mess it made leaking water onto your sheets. 

He makes you feel incredible with his tongue, brings you unspeakable pleasure that steals your breath and then invokes terrible, chilling pain that makes you scream into the gag.

It takes three edges. 

Three more times of switching between his mouth, getting you close and then switching to fucking you with that icy toy before you start to sob. Body shivering, biting that gag so your jaw was aching again and hot tears running down your face, your blindfold is soaked, drool leaked out of your mouth and onto your chest, gag totally drenched. 

He loved seeing you cry. Literally loved it. 

The sound, the sight, it was addicting. That partially melted dildo inside of you, tied up as you were, covered in freezing water, body taut and nipples straining from how hard they were, your wet face, the shake of your shoulders, the puddle under you was sizable too. He should get a picture of you like this. 

He pulled the dildo out and set it aside, it had definitely lost a little length and thickness from how hard he was using it on you. He got his camera and you hear a few clicks cluing you into what he was doing. “I’ll be back to taking care of you soon. I just have to make sure I capture you like this.”

You hear a few more snaps and then a pause and him mumbling, “So fucking pretty.”

You hear him move around, get some different angles, feel his hand between your legs, spreading you open, then feel his non-gloved hand on your bound breasts and another shot taken with his other hand.

The tears were slowing, you were warming up just a little. Especially when his mouth was back on you. Tongue working you, winding around your clit just so in that way that always made you melt in a similar way to the dildo forged of ice. He went on. Tracing and flicking and the pleasure rose and climbed until you were warm and close again. So close. On the very razor's edge of what promised to be a spectacular orgasm, so close it made the edging session that got you into this mess look like a walk in the park. He was bar none the best you’d ever had at oral sex, his skill when it came to eating out was unmatched. Cumming on his tongue was one of the best pleasures you’d experienced in your life thus far and whenever he blessed you with it you truly soaked it in.

You needed it right now. 

You thought he might be done torturing you.

You thought he might let you cum.

You were wrong. 

His mouth lifted off your clit and the ice torture device was inserted back inside of you in one fluid motion and you hear the snap of the camera but you scream into the gag. 

You fully break.

You sob and cry and scream over and over into the gag as he fucks you anew. You are making high incomprehensible sounds into your ruined underwear stuffed in your mouth. You want him to let you cum so badly, you’ve never wanted anything more, you’d do anything to get it, literally anything at all. 

You were a total wreck. Your mind felt broken, you were brainless, felt your mind leaking out of your freezing cold hole around the ice still stuffed inside. 

Your impressive display must have finally reached him because he finally says,  “Sorry, beautiful. I can’t understand a single word you’re saying…”

His fingers hooked in the rope holding the gag in and pulled. The rope is loose around your neck and you push the panties out with your tongue. You feel something else cold, you recognize it immediately, his knife, slipped under the ropes and secured to your thigh. 

“Keep in mind to watch that talented tongue or I might just have to cut it out.” 

Your mind felt blank, as soon as the gag was out your mouth was ready to tumble out a series of expletives, ready to cuss him out and beg for forgiveness and pleasure and relief. The need for the ladder as well as the fear from his threat overtook the former. 

You hiccup, inhaling shakily, “Puh-please, I-I need it out, pull it out! I can’t take it! I-I’m fuck-ing freezing! I cah-n’t stop shaking! I need a break!” 

More tears fell as your cunts walls fluttered weakly around the toy inside, “I-I can’t do it! I’m so so, soooo sorry for not lis-tening.” You sniffed before shaking your head, “Please, please, M’ begging, make it stopp! I-I’ve learnt my lesson! I need to cum, I NEED it.” 

He twisted the dildo inside and you sobbed, a true body wracking sob that makes the ropes creak in response and you begged, teeth chattering from the cold, “Pull it out, pull it out, puh-pull it out, out, out-”

“Oh you seem really serious.” He teased, he was eating up every single moment of this. Tonight has been way too fun so far. You were dying, genuinely worried about some serious damage, you felt so fucking cold, it hurt, not just inside but everywhere. Your skin was covered in goosebumps, you were shivering non-stop, breathing in short pants, trying to warm yourself up any small way you could. 

“I AM really serious! Please! Please! Plea-” The last word broke off with another sob, your mind felt like it was about to break and you were just crying. Your throat felt too full of emotion, a thick lump making swallowing impossible. You just sobbed.

Wailed and sobbed and cried and he was aching in his pants. He needed to have you and needed it right fucking now.

He always got unbelievable hard and hot watching you cry. 

He twisted the toy and pulled it out a few inches before giving one last hard thrust, deep, pulling another short scream from you and then he ripped the toy out of you. Everything that he did was so unexpected, still unable to predict any of it because you were still blindfolded.

You felt it leave and sobbed again, “Tha-thank you, oh my God, thank you-”

You were still shivering, still freezing, it still hurt, your breathing still a mess. 

“Don’t thank me yet.” You feel it sliding into your mouth. Ice coated in you. It was so cold the slick that coated it was thick and stringy and tasted weird, different because it was so cold. 

“Suck.” He commanded and you did so. You fellated the false cock, sucking at it, brows furrowed and you wanted to stop but at the same time, all the crying and screaming had left you thirsty, you drank back your own arousal and the cool water that melted down your tongue. It went down smoothly. 

You feel his bare hand on your head, petting you gently, forcing the ice deeper into your mouth as you mocked a blow job, “Oooh just like that, there you go.”

The praise actually helped warm you slightly. 

He pulled it from you after only another minute and tossed it aside. You couldn’t see him but you hear the sound of clothing being fucked with. Oh God what was he going to do now? 

“Fuck, do you know what you’re doing to me?” You hear it. The heavy breathing, the strain in his voice. He was wrecked right now himself, very turned on, you feel him get back onto the bed. A brush of his hot cock on your opposite thigh from the one holding the knife in your rope rig. 

He settles on his knees between your legs and you feel him prodding at your soaked slit and you tense, he feels so warm. You whimper and he nudges against your hole that clenches weakly around his tip. “Be good and take it.” 

He told you firmly, one hand grips the handle of that knife and the other grabs your hip and he moves his hips and slides inside. You gasp from how blazingly hot he feels and he hisses, sucking his teeth at how freezing you feel. 

Your walls are soaked and so cold and the stretch along with the heat of him burns.

It burns in a different way than the ice did. It was a confusing mix, relief but not. You were still hurting, sore, cold but warm, numb but not, it was too much. 

He is fully inside you now. Buried balls deep and his head tips forward with a long groan of your name, you wanted to be closer to him, wanted to arch into him, you instead do one of the only things you could, moan in kind. 

He holds inside you for a moment. He wanted to shiver the same way you were. Not because of the cold but because it felt so good, so different, he felt so much, mentally and physically. 

“Fuuuck, so cold.” He groaned and he started to move finally. He began to fuck you in earnest. Pulling his hips back and then forward, only pulling out halfway before sliding back in, rocking in and out slowly. 

His breath was warm over your face and his forehead met yours and you realised his mask was off. Not just pulled his mask up like he usually did when he ate you out. No, he had it totally off. You were still blindfolded and couldn’t see his face but just the knowledge that layer of anonymity he insisted upon was gone made your cunt clench around him as you moaned and it made him do the same. You felt the sweat on his forehead, the brush of his hair, you wondered what colour it was, what length, your mind briefly flitting over all those other details you poured over countless nights. You wondered what he really looked like and if you’d ever get to see it. If you’d ever see into his actual eyes instead of the ones of that mask he wore around you. 

These thoughts were extremely short lived. The sensation overtook fully. The sharp edge of the knife to your thigh nearly cutting you, the snap of his hips, cock plunging deep into you, the firm grinds every time he is fully inside against your clit. 

It doesn’t feel like it should.

He had that dildo in you a long time on that last round, you still felt very numbed but slowly, very slowly, you were starting to warm up. 

He was panting now, his lips traced down the side of your face, teased the shell of your ear as he huffed out, “If I close my eyes it’s like you aren’t even alive under me.” 

That stole your breath away. 

Had he thought about that before? Had he done that before? Would he ever go that far, had he? Would he want that with you? He talked and teased it but would he ever actually kill you and if so would he-

His hand gripped the knife handle and pulled it out of the ropes, brought it up, held it to your throat, hips slowing, dragging out every thrust. You could start to really feel his cock, feel the beginnings of pleasure breaking through.

Your walls hugging his hard shaft was involuntary. It made him moan louder, “You wondering if I’d do it to you, hmm?”

You bite your bottom lip, a strained moan as you nod. 

“God, I bet you are. But don’t worry.” He bit your ear lobe before saying, “If you stay my good girl, my favourite girl, you won’t have to find that out.”

You whimpered. He laughed, a rough thrust that made you cry out, before he said, “Again, that is only if you stay my good, fun, entertaining girl.”

He held the blade to your neck and fucked you harder. Rougher and faster. Fists clenching, as the small starting of pleasure broke and gave way to pain. “Ah! Sh-shit-”

You groaned louder, drowning out him as he took you. “Mmmf, I love when it hurts you, feels so good for me.” 

“Please, ah! Please! Slo-slow down-” You begged and he laughed, a shake of his head, the hardest thrust yet as his knife tapped against your throat. Another shock of pain and an exclamation of fear that gripped your heart and made your blood run as cold as your cunt. His nose bumped yours before his lips brushed against yours so briefly before whispering, “No.”

He didn’t let up. 

The knife was soon discarded, fingers instead hooking into the rope at your hips, using them as leverage, pulling you closer as he fucked into you. He was being as rough as he could, making you cry again, tears streaming down your face, moaning out his pleasure as well as filthy praise, “You feel amazing.” 

You sobbed, body shaking below him, it hurt, so much, you couldn’t handle it, you were babble incoherently, “Please, st-sto, ahhhh, can’t-”

And he wasn’t listening, far too wrapped up and moaning that you were, “-so fucking tight.” 

 You wanted it to stop and judging by his breathing, the way his sentences were breaking apart, the pitch of his moans and the quick and sloppy thrusts, he was close and was going to cum. You swallow hard and somehow manage to find your voice again, a deep breath before speaking, begging him, “Wai-wait, please! Please I wanna cum! Please, pretty please?”

“Oh I dunno-” He hummed, he nipped at your bottom lip, tugged on those ropes and said, “I’m not sure you’ve-ahhh-learned your lesson.”

You sobbed again, a nod as you babbled, “I have! I have, I promise! M’ never gon-gonna disobey you ah-again.” 

That is what he wanted to hear. 

“Mmm, never again you say?” He asked and you nodded frantically, “Never, never, never-”

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should be nice and take pity on you.” His hand was between your bodies, fingers pressed to your clit and you gasped. The pleasure hit so hard so fast, cutting through the pain from how rough he was being and you gasped, walls tightened, “Yes-Oh God!”

You were not numb anymore, able to really feel him and you wished you could wrap your legs around him, pull him close, arch, just do anything but you can’t, not tied like this. So again you did what you could, moaning out, “Thaaaaank you.”

He knew just how to touch and you knew in a few short minutes, even with the pain, you would cum, pleasure rose and you inhaled sharply, so excited for it to overtake you. 

You didn’t get the chance. 

His hips faltered and he groaned in your ear, “M’ gonna fucking cum, shit, yes-”

You shook your head, groaning out, panic rising. No, no fucking way he was going to deny you again when you were so close! You just needed another minute, “Ah, fuck! Wait, no! M’ not there yet, wait, ahhn-” 

But you feel him tense, panting out, “-yes, cumming ugh-” 

“No, no, no-” His hips slamming into yours one last time, moaning into your ear, holding all the way to the hilt and the warmth flooded inside of you as he came. 

Your head fell back as you groaned, you could feel him throb inside as he unloaded, your toes curled and you whined, you were so fucking close. 

Just not close enough for his orgasm to trigger yours. Cruelly denied yet again.

He stayed like that for a moment. Cock stuffed inside of you, his fingers untangled from the ropes and he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. His nose buried in your neck, he inhaled and you smelt like sweat and desperation, one of his personal favourites.  

You were still trembling as you sighed, walls weakly twitching around his slowly softening cock. “You did so, so great tonight.”

He pulled back, slowly pulled out and his hands went down, thumbs spread your lips apart and watched as the cum began to leak out. “Fuck, what a view.”

You feel his fingers, shoving the mess back inside, fingering his own cum back into your abused hole. Two fingers plugged your pussy as he reached behind you, snatched up one of your pillows and put it under your hips. “Don’t want you wasting any.” 

“Oh no of course not, can’t have that.” You sighed out. 

You feel his hand on your outer thigh, stroking softly, “Again you did so good tonight. So fucking good that I’m gonna let you cum.”

You perked up at that. “Really?!” You asked it so excitedly and he laughed. 

“Really.” He confirmed and you feel his fingers slip out of you, they brush over your clit and you inhale harshly. You feel his lips drag down your neck, your chest and your stomach and then you feel his tongue flick over your clit. A small gasp of, “Yes-” His mouth would be perfect. 

And then you feel it. Short and fat and somehow still not fully melted, that damn ice shoved back inside, plugging his cum inside and you scream. 

He laughs long and low, twisting the end of the half melted dildo he asked, “So that orgasm of yours. Howssss, sometime next week sound?” 

What an asshole.

[srslysierraa]

Hello Sierra dear! I was wondering if I could request something for security breach? You could pick your favorite character. Perhaps reader could be the animatronic handler. You know making sure they’re ready to go on stage. Checking on them when the pizza plex opens and closes.

I hope you’re having a nice day dear!

Sugar Routine.

Prompt ;; as someone who regularly gets involved with the animatronics, it's not out of nowhere for them to be fond of you more than they would to the usual person. Now, here's your schedule for the day.

Type ;; one-shot + headcanons, fluff!

Chars. Involved ;; g. freddy.

A/N ;; AAAAAAA I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU REQUESTED??? It's such a pleasure writing for one of my fav fnaf sb writers!! I love ur writings sm,,, especially the found family one- *wreches heart*. ALSO, i made em into hcs and small fics at the bottom, i hope that's okay. Anyhow, enjoy!!

AFTER POST EDIT :: I'M SO MAD I WAS SUPPOSED TO WRITE FOR FREDDY AND MONTY AND POST THIS TOMORROW BUT I ACCIDENTALLY PRESSED POST AND NOW I HAVE TO PUT ON TAGS AFTER IT WAS POSTED EVEN WHEN IT'S NOT DONE YET AND FOR THAT REASON PLS DON'T FLOP <|3. CURSE YOU TUMBLRRRR I HAD SO MUCH IDEAS FOR MONTY.

Glamrock Freddy.

Your schedule insists of getting into the Pizzaplex, go through each of the ‘main’ animatronics' green room, do your daily check-ins with them, before taking them down to part and service so they can emerge up using the main stage.

As always, Freddy will always be the first and foremost that you visit.

Though you don't immediately do the things you needed to do and whatnot, sometimes you just kinda laze around the Pizzaplex until the appropriate time comes. Which is around one hour and a half before the show begins.

So what do you do before then? Well, the usual is eat, check in on the other day guards, make sure the stage is well and prepped, fix your current outfit, maybe apply make up if you were to wear 'em.

And your favorite, just kinda hang around and chat with Freddy in his room, as kids would go and get a picture with him before the show starts.

You'll talk about how you'll look into his voicebox if he has a complaint about it, like how it sometimes glitches mid performing, etc.

Or you guys would just laugh about random things such as dad jokes, things you guys find funny, or past occurrences that just kinda left a good memory on the both of you.

Then the alarm on your phone rings, meaning it's time to start the checkups.

"Alright big guy! Time to stand up and face me." You exclaimed, he does as told before doing the proper movements that he usually does on every checkups. He'll open your mouth for you to look into, opens his hatch and closing them again to ensure its not loose or that it'll randomly open during the show.

Taking your small pocket flashlight, you traced the light around in front of him, telling him to follow the light to make sure the bright rays of the spotlights wouldn't cause a malfunction or stunt him. You knew how sensitive they are to flashing lights, aside from Monty that is. "How does that feel?" "Unbelievably uncomfortable!" He said in an 'a-okay' tone, as if it's not obvious. You laughed softly at him before taking the flashlight, and moving the lights all around him.

"How about this?" You asked again, "Not as bad, as always." His voicebox boomed softly, you gave a nod of approval. "You know the drill, don't directly look at the lights above you and focus on the audience instead."

After a few more basic tests, he was escorted to Parts and Services to wait before the show starts, then you moved on, giving him a small, "Good luck, Freddy!" And you swear you heard a faint, "Thank you, Superstar." As you leave.

Once the Pizza Plex starts closing, you once again went to check on the Animatronics as it is your duty.

Sometimes, you can see him struggling to stay still while the family taking pictures of their kids with Freddy, the family obviously turned on Flash while using the camera.

You had to warn them that the Animatronics are prone and weak to bright flashing lights, before they apologized and decided to take another picture without the flash.

The difference on how relaxed Freddy is now is unbelievable.

That said, the family said their goodbyes while Freddy gave the little kid a small water bottle themed after him as a present, the smile on the little boy was very precious to say the least.

You didn't do any checkups, but you are going to ask him if he feels anything different or abnormal during performing.

If he says no, then you'll let him go to his own devices. Before so hyping him up for how good he was on stage.

"Ah, thank you, Superstar. Wouldn't be able to do them if you hadn't done your job spectacularly!"

Bear hug!

Working with Freddy has always been so enjoyable, you seriously have never felt so lucky.