#heh but who da fuck is you do

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Look it's Monday. Don't trigger my extra large inadequacy

Yes IRL they all said it was quite large.

*shrugs*

Since when have I listened to anything except myself.

[stars-interlude]

biker bf scara w fem reader who goes all soft n submissive — after work hours of reader, he goes to pick her up n surprises her to a secluded area where he fucks her to da brim !!! public sex yippie!!

- 🪭

Biker boy!

A/N: added a little bit of spanking heh and i went for more of a book girl x bike boy vibe i hope that’s okay 😓

Working at your bookstore was always fun but it could be really tiring at times too. Something that always brightened your day was when your boyfriend Scaramouche visited you. It was a hot day and you were sitting on a stool behind the checkout station, with not only the AC being on but as well as a fan blowing on you. The bell of the door jingled and it was no other than your boyfriend “hey baby” he kissed your cheek before he started speaking again “how’s everything going?” he asks you the same thing almost every time he comes in “just the same old things,  but at least it’s friday so we can hangout later” he smiled at your words “well then i’ll come pick you up later then” Scara gave you one more quick peck on the lips before he left the store and rode away on his bike. As the hours passed and you stacked books on cases in your plaid brown pleated skirt and a short white t-shirt, you wondered where Scara would take you. When it was finally time for closing you walked out locking the door to see Scara waiting for you sitting on his bike. You walked over to him and got on grabbing onto his waist like you’d usually do when you ride with him “no hello woww” Scara complained “well you said we have to go somewhere so no time to waste” as you two rode you realized that the he was taking you to was a bar that you guys go often to on your friday nights. When you finally made it there instead of going through the door Scara takes your hand and he pulls you into an alley behind the bar instead “Where are we going?” you asked worried he pulled you close and whispered “cmon let’s have a little fun, let’s fuck right here behind the bar what do you think hm?” you could feel Scara’s breath on your neck “Really, Scaramouche here?” you glanced around to make sure no one was watching “Why not?” he wrapped his hands around your hips and pulled you closer so your bodies were right against each other and you could feel his cock straining against his cargo pants “Why? Cause someone might hear us” he laughed “not if you stay quiet we won’t get caught” he flipped you around so your hands were on the wall and he flipped up your skirt and quickly pulled down your panties “your dripping i thought you didn’t want to do this, naughty girl and i thought you were all innocent” he said this before he let a hard spank to your ass. You then let out a loud whimper “Scaraa pleasee”  he chuckled “what are you asking for so loudly use your words like a good girl”  he rubbed the spot he just smacked soothing the pain “fuck me.. please “ you confessed to him “There we go, good girl”  Scara pulled his cock out and placed it at your entrance before he trusted into you. He let out a low groan “fuckk so tight baby”  Scara picked up the pace of his thrusts and he started to rub your clit in quick circles. You let out a loud moan “you don’t them to hear us” with how fast he was going you could feel close to your climax “ngh Scaraa ‘m gonna cum” you squealed out not to long after you gushed all over your boyfriend’s cock “oh god [name] gonna fill this pussy up” a few more thrusts and he shot strings of white cum inside your pretty cunt “soo good for me, lets go back to my place and have some more fun. what do ya think?

A/N: YALL I DIDN’T KNOW THAT THIS WOULD BE SO LONG I WROTE THIS ON MY COMPUTER SO IT DIDN’T LOOK THAT LONG TILL I WENT ON MY PHONE HELP anywhoo i hope you (🪭 anonie) liked this idk even know what came over me ngl

[loaksbitch]

can you do comforting lo’ak when he’s upset because of his dad or something? love your writing style btw!!

omg omg omg girl thank you so so much!! it means a lot and sure — comforting lo’ak and eventually confessing?? why not heh 🫶🏽

“i see you, lo’ak.” — lo’ak sully

tighten your belt people, it’s lo’ak time! you hear me? yes lo’ak sully bae time. god i’m so excited for this!! okay but like i tired to make it turn out good :( hope you like it dear anon.

warnings - underage kissing and cursing, that’s it. and it’s a mixie mixie of angst and fluff :)

you bite your lips nervously, tapping your foot to the floor constantly when hearing lo’ak and his dad having a back to back argument inside the hammock.

“how many times are you supposed to be told lo’ak!” you hear jake yell at his son and your heart bleeds for lo’ak who was pretty much silent not saying any words. you can’t help but wonder what’s really going inside his head.

“i was trying to help you da—“ lo’ak was cut off when his dad hissed. “help?!” you, neteyam and kiri are outside the hammock while tuk tries to sneak peak on what’s happening by laying and spying under the fabric. “you can this help when you almost got yourself killed?”

“sorry sir.” you wanted to reach to lo’ak and pull him out from the constant yelling of his father.

“sorry does not fucking fix anything.” you glance at neteyam if he heard what you did, looking at you with a frowned brows neteyam nods. “kiri, get tuk out of here” he orders for kiri to persist

“kiri.” neteyam warns and you watch kiri sigh before scooping up tuk and leave the place.

“ma jake, don’t say things like that.” netyiri tries to calm her mate to go easy on her son but jake was far from feeling easy. “you know what, you’re grounded. no flying for month.” you can imagine how lo’ak’s golden eyes would widen.

“yes sir.” lo’ak says softly and starts to make his way out from the hammock. you’re about to brag inside and take him with you until you heard jake murmur words lo’ak always feared he would say

“he brings nothing but shame to this family.” lo’ak freezes.

you and lo’ak lock gaze before his hurt eyes instantly shift to cold and unbothered before walking out from the tent. “lo’ak!” you try to call him but he ignores you and walk away

you feel neteyam hold onto your arm and tell you, “i’m pretty sure he wants to be alone right now, yeah? maybe check on him later when he gets back.” your blink and think for a second before agreeing.

“i’ll go talk to dad now” neteyam says before he disappears into the hammock to talk with his parents s which will probably be about lo’ak.

hours passed since the argument and lo’ak storming off happened, and you’re honestly annoyed how jake didn’t careless and kept having dinner with his families with out your best friend or his so called son. “not gonna eat, my sweet child?” you hear netyiri say to you and you shake your head

“not really,” you push the handmade wooden bowl to the side as you are all sat on the floor.

“lo’ak is not back yet.” you say loud enough for jake to hear and stop chewing on his food. “it’s almost eclipse, sir.” you emphasize the ‘sir’ as you tell jake as if he’s not aware. “he’ll be back soon, i know him.” you scoff at the mighty dad of your best friend

“yeah you do know him.” you murmur under your breath not failing to catch jakes ear. “sorry?” he says, brows knitting “nothing, i’m heading off, have a nice meal all of you.”

you hear tuk asking where you’re going but neteyam answers her saying you’re heading to do something. that’s true actually, you’re going to find lo’ak and comfort him even though he’ll probably push you away. you decide to search for him by his favorite place and thank eywa your guess was right

a tall figure yet so pettily sat lo’ak was greeted against your sight and you smile watching him lean agains the big roots of the tree of voices. it was obvious he was deeply thinking about something and you didn’t want to interrupt him.

at least until you stepped on a dried up leave causing it to make a crunchy sound.

“hi.” you quickly say when his head snaps right towards your standing self. you awkwardly rub your arms and watch lo’ak as he’s silent for a while before speaking, “what’re you doing here?” his voice showed a tiny sign of surprise.

“looking for you?” you say as if it’s not obvious to the oblivious best friend of yours. actually not only a best friend but more of a something to you. “go away, y/n” his hurt voice returns but you’re stubborn enough to not listen to him and crouch in front of him

lo’ak was quick to advert his eyes elsewhere cause he knows he’ll instantly give in to you and cry if he sees your eyes. “lo’ak…” you whisper softly, afraid he’ll lash at you out of annoyance. “look, if dad sent you he—“

“no he didn’t, i came by myself.” you cut him off. “i know you’d be here because you always told me” you answer right after he asked you how you knew and you’re here. you can’t form the right words to make things better and just stare at his avoiding eyes

“can you please look at me?” you sincerely voice out but lo’ak doesn’t budge. “lo’ak, i…”

“i’m tired,” he suddenly says making you frown waiting for him to explain more. “i’m tired of trying to please my father who can’t love me at any cost.” you shake your head and cup his cheeks, “he does love you, don’t say that”

“oh please!” lo’ak pulls your hand away from his face. “you’ve heard what he said, i’m a shame to the sully family y/n, don’t try to rub that out cause you’ve fucking heard him clearly.” you take a deep breath, eyes almost teary because you understand what feels like being an outcast

“lo’ak” you just keep saying his name again and again because you’re lost of words. “you’re not a shame to the family, please don’t say that.”

“today, what you did there just proved you’re a real warrior. i saw you, i saw through you lo’ak and you’re not just a careless kid but a brave warrior like his father.” you’re trying your hard to make him see what you see.

“your father was just scared that he almost lost you, i even was scared when you came home passed out and carried by other people.” lo’ak’s ear flatten at your words. “i’m sorry i worried you” his last words on the ‘you’ was hard that you knew he’s only apologizing he got you worried only

you shake your head at him, “no lo’ak, all of us were worried at your state.” you don’t want to remember what the atmosphere was like few hours ago. “me, kiri, tuk, neteyam and even your mom.” you tell him before smiling

“and your dad? he was actually crying– i know you won’t trust me but he was so scared lo’ak, we had to get him away from you so you’ll get patched up because he was hugging your body tight to his” l you knew lo’ak would go thinking it’s a lie but no, you’re swearing on eywa and his breath hitches

“he said i’m a shame, y/n” his voice quivered and you wanted to wrap your arms around him and hug him so close. your hand lightly cup his left cheek and lo’ak hisses when you trace your thumb over the scratch he got on his cheekbone. “no you’re not, he’s just angry i know you’ll understand”

you watch lo’ak sigh and lean to your touch, closing his eyes. your heart aches and keeps beating faster when you feel his warm on your skin. you’re so desperate to say those words you’ve kept for yourself for a long time and finally roll them out of your tongue

“i see you.” at your words, you watch lo’ak’s eyes snap open and meet your gaze, “what did you say?” his heart that’s to pick up a pace. your cheeks redden slightly when his ears flick.

“i see you, lo’ak.” lo’ak let’s a soft but audible sigh out when you confess, he had been waiting for this moment his whole life with you. lo’ak is awfully quiet making your heart beat fast and you almost flinch when he suddenly cups your cheeks

“say it again.” his thump grazes over your lower full lip. “please.” he begs and you look away, “no please, look at me and say it again.”

“i see you, i see you, i. see. you.” you tell him and his lips curve in a genuine smile, caring less as his tail wipes left and right like a pet. “i see you.” he tells you and scoots close to you.

your gasp was loud when he said it back and your tears whelm, “can i kiss you?” you did not want him to ask about it. “please.” you say and watch your best fri– no your now soon to be future mate lean to you.

his lips were so soft when he pressed them against you, lo’ak leans back to see your pretty face, lashes fluttery closed as you lean to him for more. it was like fireworks exploding in your gut when his hand firmly grip your nape and pull you for more.

“lo’ak,” you say quickly and push him away startled. what are you guys doing? literally kissing when you’re supposed to comfort him and bring him back to the village for dinner. “what? what’s wrong?” his panicked state makes you giggle

“what is it!” he whines and you shake your head, “i didn’t think things would turn out like this,” you see his confusion and hum. “us ending up confessing and kissing when i’m supposed to comfort you.”

“trust me, you always had comforted me well when you said you see me.” his words make you shy. “i love you, pretty.” you’re not sure what the pet name means so he tells you he picked it up from his dad’s vocabulary when he calls his mom ‘pretty’

“skxawng!” you hit his shoulder playfully and stand up pulling him to get up with you. “c’mon let’s go back now.” you say and lo’ak breathes out a nervous sigh. “it’s gonna be okay,” you reassure him and he smiles before nodding and let you drag him back to the village.

i’m in awe, imagine lo’ak and tsireya like this in the somehow sjsjsj! here goes nothing again, thank you for requesting this anon

like + reblog is very much appreciated and not pressured!! i love each and everyone of you! mwah.

[double--hh]

Henry, reluctantly exploring the Astral Circle Appartment Complex, "I swear, I hear a little girl around here, sound like shes nine or something... where's her parents?!"

Quachil, manifesting itself through a wall, "Mmm, I'm 15, so shut the fuck up."

___

*~imagine phones exist in the 50s~*

Ciprianni- can you shrow the hole vid

Steven- *show *whole

Ciprianni- I'm from Italy!!!!!!!!!!

Steven- I pound dudes!!!!!

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Teutates, writing a very strongly worded letter to Abducius, "Yo, bro, what should I start this off with?"

Ah Puch, "...to whom it may aggravate?"

Teutates, "...Shit, no, that's now the title of a song, think of something else."

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Anastacha, walking with her friends, "If you remove all veins, arteries, and capillaries from your body and lay them end to end, you will die...or whatever."

One of her friends, "...I'm starting to see why your dad left."

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Robertsky, walking outside in a torrential thunderstorm, "I got a pocket full of sunshine... why'd you make me ginger?!"

Insert Robertsky getting struck by lightening.

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Nacha, sitting in Mia & W's apartment with Mia, holding some failed essays from Anastacha...

Mia, "Nacha, I'm getting pretty worried about Anastacha, like, look at what she wrote for one of her essay openers, 'Buckle your seatbelts boys and girls, Teacher or whoever is reading this at this spectacular time in your life.. da-da-da... so sit down and shut up and listen to my 3-AM-Monster-Energy-ADHD-Medicine-Induced-Self-Hatred-Fulled-Extravaganza about the Industral Revolution... or whatever.'"

Nacha, sighing and pinching her eyebrows, "Why am I not surprised... That's the last time I'm letting Francis help her with school work."

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Mia, two seconds away from a mental break down, knocking on the Rudboys' door.

Steven answers, "Oh! Mia! What's up?"

Mia, eye twitching, "Steven, take me to the range before I pull my hair out."

Steven, nodding, "Lemme grab Ciprianni, meet me downstairs."

~20 minuets later~

Mia, unloading a full magazine at moving targets, hitting all of them.

Ciprianni, mildly concerned, "How... the hell is she doing that?!"

Steven, watching her, "Man, she was a WAC, armorer type. Kinda in her blood."

Ciprianni, shaking his head, loading his pistol, "You Americans concern me."

___

Izaack, writting frivolously in his notebook, "Mn-hm, and anything else you'd like to add?"

Mia, chuckling, "Ah, yes, list the source as... 1984 by Gorge Orwell."

Izaack, stopping mid sentence and slowly glares at Mia, frowing, "...You did not just quote another book and passed it off as facts about the Trojan Horse Project again... did you?"

Mia, taking a sip of her coffee, "What? So I'm the bad guy for reccomenting you more books to read after your 'minute and minute' fiasco earlier today, Gauss?"

Izaack, scribbling out everything except for the book title, flipping it shut, "I'll have you know, Ms. Stone, I read every damn day and our teleprompter is new!"

Mia, smiling, "Oh you're such a phony, Izaack, it's amusing."

Izaack, snapping a finger at her, "Ah! Catcher in the Rye! J.D. Salinger!"

Mia, nodding, "So you do take my recommendations!"

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The Schmicht's, moving into the Apartment, "Oh, Gloria, I think we did just right chosing this place!"

Gloria, smiling, "Yeah, yeah, watch there be some sort of fanclub for your novels!"

Anold, placing a box down, "Heh, I doubt it! I'm still trying to find a time and place for a meet and greet!"

The Sverchzt's, Lois, Margrette, and Rafttellyn, looking up from the stair case,

"Oh my god, is that the Arnold Schmicht?!"

"You think he can give up an early copy of Ceasefire of Hostility?!"

"I have GOT to get his signature!"

"Do you think we can invite the both of them to tomorrow's meeting?! He said his wife is his muse from the last interview!"

Gloria looks out the door and watches the group of book nerds scramble down the stairs, whispering to eachother.

"Bubbles, because you live on the same floor, you better share the spoilers!"

"Oh hush I will!"

Arnold, "Who was that, sweetie?"

Gloria, "Your fanclub."

[mega-punani]

You just dropped a ton of really interesting AUs and my lil ol' heart can't take it!! Please tell us more? OwO Maybe how the Mafia skellies in the one where you saved goopy old man gaster first react to meeting y/n?

AWWWW YEAHHHH. I kinda got a rough idea of what meeting everyone would look like?

First contact(?):

You had just saved this goopy man from being turned into road kill, and now, you are sitting in his giant mansion. As one does, of course.

You could feel your hands tremble slightly as you picked up the expensive tea cup. Sitting across from you is the same old gentleman that you have so graciously saved, sipping on the tea as relaxed as he could be.

It's not that you regret saving him. It's just that you regret talking to him afterward. He had invited you to his home, offering to make you a meal, and you, thinking he was some wholesome grandpa, followed along happily. And now, you were in the home of the infamous Don Gaster.

You could feel your lifespan get shorter as his sons start walking into the room and seating themselves across from you...

Sans: "Who's da kid?"

Sans being the information man that he is, knows you perfectly well. (Y/N)(L/N), the waiter at the diner that's always runnin around taking orders in his side of Ebott city. You are always seen with disheveled hair and a stained apron tiredly walking to and from work. He had seen you around a couple of times, even thought of hiring you as an informant, but,,, he wouldn't want a cute doll like you to get tussle.

Papyrus: "POOR HUMAN! FATHER LEAVE THE THEM OUT OF THIS MESS."

Papyrus has a very strict "no bystanders policy." If you are innocent, in the wrong place in the wrong time, or just pulled in by his brothers, Papyrus will not hurt you. In this case, a poor human has done them an immense favor by saving their father. And instead of just giving you some money and sending you on your way, Gaster is practically keeping you hostage! All he could feel is pity for the cute, little human.

Blue: "MWEH HEH! WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?"

Blue is excited as high hell. A competition with his brothers? There was no way he was going to miss that. But of course, it all comes to halt when his father mentions them becoming a spouse. HWAT? HE'S NOT PREPARED TO GET MARRIED! THAT THOUGHT HADN'T EVEN ENTERED HIS SKULL!? But now that he took a good look at them, they were awfully charming. He wouldn't mind seeing them more often, of course, only if they would let him.

Stretch: "Heh, this is goin ta be a mess..."

Stretch can already foresee some future problems. Not only were his brothers incredibly competitive for the head honcho seat, now there's a terrified human in the mix. And buddy, Stretch did not like humans. There were so many of those racist fucks crawling around the city and he had seen way to many hate crimes taking a simple walk. But... you seemed alright.

Red: “Awwwww, lil’ sweethearts terrified!”

Red is having the time of his life. There was no way that his old man was giving up his entire legacy for some human. Right? When it finally sets in, he begins to take it a bit more seriously. No worries at all! He can totally woo this lil thang, no problem! He'll be your big, bad, prince charming.

Edge: "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THIS!?"

Edge has lived his life with professionalism. This was a whole new territory for him, and he did not like a single second of it. Sure, you're his type and sure, he would treat you like royalty if you were his spouse. BUT YOU WEREN'T! In fact, you were standing in his way...

Cinnamon: "Oh dear..."

Cinnamon has run into you before. You were coming out of work, he had assumed as you were quite a mess. You were extremely tired, so tired that you didn't even see him when. After crashing into him, you profusely apologized and handed him his cane, unfazed by his rather fearsome appearance. He liked that polite smile you gave him then rather than that fearful look you have now.

Bear: "..."

Bear remembered faintly. You were the one his brother was (secretly) excited about. You didn't look all that impressive... You did look quite cute. He wondered what your reaction to him would be.

[shadoedseptmbr]

20 Questions for fic writers

tagged by @wrathoscribbles Thank you!!! <3

hmm, i am where these things go to die but feel free to tag me if you get the urge to run with it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

115 uh, doesn't seem like that much, really

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

832,340

3. What fandoms do you write for?

well, let's see- Mass Effect, Dragon Age, MCU (caveat, all my Marvel knowledge goes into anything I write. My Hawkeye is an amalgam of the Clint i grew up with, the Clint from Fraction's run of Hawkeye, and what we were given in the MCU with all the...uh, blatantly weird dad vibes thrown out the window. I really like Laura and the kids but i have no idea what to do with Dad!Clint. He is the least Dad-shaped Avenger and i'm including like, Speedball). I haven't written Buffy or the fandom that shall not be named in literally over a decade but i do have a couple stories for each on my AO3.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

In Cupid's Little Bag of Trix

Fandoms: Thor, The Avengers (2012), MCU by way of every Marvel 'verse M Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis background Natasha/Steve Summary Darcy might have a little crush. And possibly a kink. Look, it's been a long couple of years.

Shelter

Fandoms: Dragon Age 2 E OCf!Hawke/Sebastian Summary In whom do we seek shelter? Sebastian and Hawke, figuring things out over the course of a story. mind the tags, this one goes dark and sideways but ends happy. Written before extreme tagging was a thing.

apodyopis (SO *thirsty* lol)

Fandoms: Thor The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types M Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis voyeurism but not like...no one is actually having sex Clint's just like that

Summary

Clint likes to watch his girl work. Kind of a sequel to Cupid's Little Bag of Trix but can be read alone

Steal Away Home

Fandoms: Dragon Age 2 Explicit Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Multi Work in Progress Sebastian Vael/Hawke (F) Aeryn is a menace Aeryn is also an assassin Child endangerment Panic attacks fantasy PTSD childhood neglect everyone here has issues

Summary Post-game adventure including the reclaiming of Starkhaven. Sequel to Shelter. This one needs tags updated, too. Several panic attacks, several people with control issues, lots of childhood neglect and out right abuse and endangerment. We used to just assume everyone knew that was par for the course with DA but honestly.

anchor the night

Fandoms: Mass Effect Teen And Up Audiences Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings F/M Summary After the date at Apollo’s. After the bit that would fade to black, too. Mind the tags.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh absolutely, fandom is built on the life blood of comments and i've made some of my dearest friends fangirling over each other's fic. Plus, i've never been particularly overwhelmed by comments so it's never been a particular hardship.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

dolore broke my own heart with that one

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

In Cupid's Little Bag of Trix, probably. Clint and Darcy are a barrel of monkeys and they're both so fucking full of zest.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not that I've ever noticed. I'm fortunate enough to just get readers who want to be chill. i had someone once scold me for being mean to Alec Ryder, lol.

9. Do you write smut?

so much smut- less in Mass Effect, which is mildly hilarious given Aedan's penchants, lol.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not unless you count the various branchings of Marvel. I don't really get the appeal.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

again, not as far as I know

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have! I had the high honor of writing Shep/Shep with my buddy @nightmarestudio606 with The End is Where We Begin

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

I sail an armada, lol. I multiship and my favorite varies with what day it is. Right now, Codywan is winning, heh. My favorite to *write* though... Shenko is right up there but Clint/Darcy was so much fun.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

none of my WIPs are abandoned. I don't know if I'll ever finish Steal Away Home the way i want to, though.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterization, I think. Structurally, I have an excellent grasp of nuance when it comes to word choice in a way that lets me say a lot with not much.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

I'm not particularly focused and it can take a long time for me to finish work. And I tend to write without outline and that can lead to a wandering, meander of a fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Do it all the time, do my best to make it accurate. I use a smattering of Scots Gaelic for my version of Starkhaven and my source is mostly old books because i like the archaic texture of it. Several of my characters have american south accents and i elide words and use slang and drop g's. '"I am going to the store, mother," she said in her Texas twang' does not read like "Goin' t'the store, ma." and you can't make me believe you don't lose vast amounts of characterization by trying to force it to work. And overly correct dialogue is one of the first reasons i'll drop out of reading fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First written? The Black Stallion (book not movie) First published online? Trixie Belden

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

hard to pick from my favorite children, lol

Cupid's Little Bag of Trix is a (now fairly heavily edited) mess of stream of consciousness that grew a plot from when i was writing quick switch omniscient pov and just expected my readers to figure it out. But i love it. And it remains the biggest boost to my writing ego as ten years after posting, i still get kudos Verge (post Omega DLC) is when i really figured out who Aedan and Kaidan are, together and it manages to wreck me all over again, every time i re-read it.

[mudskip-drabbles]

Hey hey hey Skip hey :3, gimme our Dangle Rompus idiot bros (Kaz and Leon)

fellas is it gay-

"What do you mean you 'don't believe me'! Pretty sure I've made out with way more people than you! You chicken out before you can even get out a pick up line!" It sounded harsh, but the 'fight' was all in good fun, it having started with Leon lamenting where he was sprawled dramatically across Kaz's bed, that some girl he'd hooked up with said he sucked at kissing. Kaz, who was only half paying attention while he scribbled out (rather complex) math equations in the margins of some blueprints where he sat at his desk, had said he could help him get better as a mostly a joke.

Mostly.

It wasn't until Leon expressed his disbelief that Kaz had to double down and commit, not about to let his totally awesome kissing skills get insulted by Leon, the guy who apparently sucked at kissing.

Leon gave a dramatic gasp at the 'insult', a hand clutching his chest as he sat upright.

"Nuh uh! I've been practicing dude! How do you think I got that chick to kiss me in the first place!" An eyeroll from Kaz as he spun about in his chair to stradle the back, his arms resting across the top as he shot Leon a smirk.

"Oh yeah? Hit me with one right now." Leon, who was not expecting such a request, visibly flounded, a finger being pointed at Kaz after the mechanic started to laugh at him.

"No! No, shut up, I got this! Just- Gimmie a fucking second!" One second that turned into well over a minute of Leon only able to get out um's and uh's as his brain scrambled to come up with something.

"Uuuuuh, fucking.....are you a mechanic? Becausssse....you can blow my seals anytime!"

Kaz was laughing before Leon could even finish.

"Do you even know what any of that means?" Asked through wheezes, there now tears in Kaz's eyes as he hid his face in his arms. Leon, who had started to protest, got as far as a deep inhale before letting it out as a groan with only a "No" in his defense.

Flopping backwards onto the bed, Leon scrubbed his hands over his face with a frustraed shout.

"Gooodddd, I suck!"

Kaz, who's laughter was steadily dying down to scattered giggles, stood from his chair and flopped next to Leon on the bed.

"Yeah, that was pretty bad dude." A statment which earned him a middle finger. "But- I meant what I said. Dunno if I can help with the whole shit at flirting thing, but I know for a fact I can help you get better at kissing!" Something he was very proud of, even though his face had flushed as pink as his hair.

Leon was faring no better, an eye peeking out between his fingers before he slowly sat up, face as red as his own hair.

"You're...not fucking with me? Because I swear to God if you are-" He didn't have a threat to finish that with. "A-Anyways, uh...if I were to humor you like a bro and let you help me, howww would we go about that?" Another eyeroll from Kaz, the normally squirrly mechanic managing to drum up some confidence not only because he was good and knew it, but because this was just Leon.

Who he definetly hasn't thought about kissing before. Shut up.

"Easy! We just-" Shiftng to his knees, Kaz very slowing set to straddle Leon's lap, shaky hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he shot his friend a somewhat nervous grin. "See? And you can just-" Hands reaching for Leon's , Kaz set them on his hips before returning his own back to leather clad shoulders. "T-Ta da!"

It...took a moment for Leon to come back to reality, the poor guy having short-circuited the moment Kaz has settled in his lap.

"Wha- Oh, yeah. Heh, super...duper easy." What...did he do now?!

A question he didn't have to dwell on for very long, Kaz able to dig up courage once again, (seeing just how out of his element his bro was) to bring his hands to cup Leon's face.

"I'm...gonna kiss you now, okay?" Met with a hard swallow and a nod, Kaz slowly leaned forwards, not more than a centimeter at a time, wanting to make sure Leon actually wanted to do this. Once feeling warm breath reflecting back to his own lips, Kaz took that as one last okay before pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss to test the waters.

Peeking through half lidded eyes, Kaz could see just how red Leon was, his eyes squeezed shut so tight he's suprised it didn't hurt.

"Relax dude, it's just me, remember?" Something that actually seemed to help, Leon able to untense just a bit with a shaky exhale, of which earned him another short kiss as a reward.

With each passing second and every careful kiss, Leon was able to relax more and more, eventually able to figure out just when and how to meld their lips together without bumping noses or clacking teeth.

Kaz himself seemed to forget after a while that there was a purpose to this makeout session, the mechanic gradually getting lost against his friends lips until-

"When the fuck did you get a tongue piercing?!" Near screeched by Leon as he pulled away, Kaz simply stuck out his tongue to show off said piercing with a smirk. "Nah, I know what's up! You thought mine was so cool you had to copy me!" A playful rib, it lessening the heat in the air as Kaz sputtered a scoff.

"Yeah right, like I would ever copy a dork like you." Blowing a raspberry, Kaz very nearly bit off his tongue as he was suddenly smacked with a pillow. "Hey!"

Grabbing a pillow for himself, he returned the smack with a laugh, quickly leaping to his feet as Leon made to swing back.

"Asshole! I'll show you who's a dork!" Their 'lesson' forgotten amongst the flurry of feathers that filled the room, it only stopped when they ran out of pillow to fight with. Flopping down on the now molting matress, the two simply laid in silence as they caught their breathe. At least until-

"You still suck at pick up lines."

Jumping up from the bed as Leon made to lunge for him, the two trailed feathers down the hall, laughing like dorks the entire way.

[shoechoe]

ok this is real long and rambly im v sorry !! i jus wanted to talk abt music as well heh,, i loved reading ur music commentary under the tag game !! (hehe. i tag u rlly often cuz. i hav this secret inner mechanism where if a mutual tags me in anything *once* ill tag that mutual in literally everything if i remember/if prompted. tis how i roll) tho fr ur segment abt 20 min prog rock songs was so damn accurate. it rlly reminded me of pink floyd's "dogs", king crimson's "lizard" (not the album itself but moreso the sort of. i guess mashup shit they do. another prime example of this is moonchild (including the dream and the illusion), or the devil's triangle. which is honestly more nervewracking rather than boring i guess. JDEVGAVEAHDHGEAVHGAEVDGEVDG. hell ost i guess. w lizard ive listened to it so many times and while it does hav a multitude of lyrics DAMN those 23 minutes are painstakingly longgg ! i guess im a lil biased cuz u know ive played it too often. tho it does hav some v beautiful parts... ! i think a prime example of what u hav mentioned abt prog rock was w king crimson's one red nightmare. it has a cool part and then its jus. Instrumentals after and it gets kind of boring. at least the drums r p damn good!! or u know to some of comus's songs (which isnt prog rock but its prog folk. same damn thing where the songs are INSANELY long and can sometimes b rlly boring in certain portions), some prime examples being their song the herald (only 12min long. but mannn sometimes w prog rock or prog folk they make 10+ min songs feel like HOURS. but its also v mesmerizing!! or drip drip which. holy hell is an AMAZING song but theres this one part thats insanely fucking boringgg YAWN. its a nice break before the very chilling lyrics nearing the end but. come on now!) but yeah. i jus wanted to ramble bc i rlly need to get to listening to kc's entire discography as well. idk what u've listened to jus yet but some song recs if ur inchrested or havent listened to them already... could also apply 2 some of ur followers if they read this long ass ramble. this ask is a 20+ min prog rock song at this point: formentera lady, islands, the letters, ladies of the road, pictures of a city, moonchild, cirkus runthrough / lady of the dancing water (alt take) (why this one? it jus sounds better imo. lady of the dancing water is very very beautiful), thela hun ginjeet (this one is very fun and catchy), the sheltering sky, frame by frame, matte kudasai (VERY soothing), ummm.. dr diamond (live. i wish there was a more high quality ver somewhere), cadence and cascade, book of saturday, probably some more i forgot abt !!!!!! top 5 songs on their spotify also slap (obvs everyone and their mom already knows those songs id imagine! tho for new listeners those r bangers. esp starless.). if u wanna get REAL scared u should listen to da devil's triangle. (exaggerating but its quite diff from what *ive* heard. like hollyyy hell they set the mood down so so so so so well)

I appreciate the extra depth in the commentary- it is thoughtful. (I also appreciate the tag games.)

I agree that progressive rock is a very alluring and simultaneously often frustrating genre as someone who tends to be a fan of it. I consider it the musical equivalent of a sit-down meal; it requires a lot of patience and is best for when you have the time to just appreciate and drift off to it.

Progressive rock is usually lengthy, often slow, very experimental, and tends to utilize a lot of improvisation; as a result, you end up with a lot of songs with pieces that work extremely well, but you do often have to sit through a lot of parts that you just don't care for. Having music be a test of patience is understandably just not for everybody.

I find that my favorite progressive rock songs transform into feeling more like journeys rather than typical musical experiences. I consider Echoes by Pink Floyd to be my favorite prog rock song (and one of my favorite songs in general) for this reason. I end up enjoying the long middle portion entirely made of odd, unnerving, very non-"musical" sounds, because the entire song feels like you are trekking through something strange and unknown.

The slow transition with the buildup of the main tune's return at the very end of the middle portion feels almost like a phoenix rising from the ashes, or the reward at the end of a long journey- I hope that doesn't sound cheesy, lol. I enjoy sometimes playing Echoes at nighttime while I'm lying in bed, and I believe that is the absolute best time to play it. It ends up being a very moving experience for me and it really highlights the great potentials of progressive rock.

Thank you for the recommendations- I'm planning to listen to everything, anyway, but I'm sure any of my followers looking for music recs will appreciate it. King Crimson gets a lot of praise from music enthusiasts, but it doesn't seem as well-known among the mainstream as other progressive rock like Pink Floyd, for example.

[dirtreally]

just finished yakuza 7 and I Didnt Like It. I know that game went through hyper dev hell but if its still tonally representative of like What Yakuza Da Game Series is then it is completely insane to me that anyone takes it seriously. If someone told me that the kiryu games were meaningfully different other than being action games i literally dont think i would be able to believe them

- this is like level 3 trillion misogyny its insane. Beyond the female jobs being all shit like Idol and Femdom BDSM Woman while the male jobs are like Nornal Ass Job Guys its fuuuucking crazy that ichibans backstory is that he was raised by hookers in a soapland but he still somehow finds a way to make it about some guy who owns the soapland

- everyone always memes about the substories being Freakin Chungus Epic but other than having like a few funny moments the like vast majority of them are like cocomelon tier experiences AND IT DOESNT HELP rhat every one of them ends with the player character doing a fuckinggggg quip.

- i like that ichiban is meant to be the worlds biggest loser and friendship guy but i dont feel it cuz so much of the games shit revolves around him only and the other guys kind of just hang around for 80% of the thing so i donttttt buy it when he keeps talking about the friendship city lifestyle. I dont think the game is committed to frirndship city OTHER THAN THAT SHIT WITH NANBA!!!!! which gets resolved with Oh It Turned Out To Be Fine Anyway Cuz The Gangs Were Woke The Whole Time SO WHATS THE POINT!!!!!!

- i dont know why anyone would play any of the minigames more than once granted that they are all either just Funny To Look At But Dont Do Anything (the cinema sleeping one which i unironically fucking love but could not be bothered to play multiple times) to Actively Insipid Mobile Game Ad Shit(dragon kart and also the business one). I feel like if you 100% this game you have some kind of problem

- evwry time they do the thing where ichiban says like "heh.... youre trying to define everything in black and white.... but it turns out that some things might actually be grey, huh?" I wantttttt to killlllllll myselfffffffgfg

Final rating 5/10 its fine this shit is just soap operas for gamers and fujoshis. I think the moment i like. Solved this game in my head was when they revealed that ichiban's patriarch guy shot him in the heart but also shot him in the heart in a specific way where he ensured that ichiban would still live. Despite being shot in the heart.

[suofang]

To my dearest (Thorfinn & OC)

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Am I a annoying to you? I know we are very different between us, that bothers you? I want to know.

I never wanted to think about this too much because I feel guilty about it, and being so close to you makes it even harder for me.

Why do you, our saint God, test me like this? Didn't were you who said that the man who lays with another man will burn in Hell because of his sins?

If my body will die and rot... If my soul will burn in the eternal flames... I'll just ask for him to be my punisher, because I can't live knowing that I can harm him like this. Please, get your revenge from me.

Kill me, rip apart my guts and bones and destroy this painful need of be next to you, because I'm not the one who deserves your love, and I'll never be.

How can you be this rough and this beautiful at the same time? You curse a lot, you're easily irritated, you don't give a fuck about anything and anyone, and yet, I can't stop thinking that you have strings made with gold as hair, heh, when you allows me to caress it I don't care if your hair is tangled or not clean enough, to me, it's the silkiest hair someone can have.

And what about your eyes? Those warm brown irises that reminds me of a morning of autumn when the sun hits perfectly against the wooden floor and table of a lonely house. You are an empty house and I want to live there, fill those walls and rooms with decorations and furniture. You know how much I love those things, so as I love them I want to give them to you.

You don't know how good it hurts when I touch your skin, whatever it is your hands or your sweet cheeks. Those briefly moments when I can feel you and I know you're real drowns my heart in honey, a poisoned honey that kills me with each beat of my heart. It's interesting the contrast between your hands and cheeks because, your hands are scarred and hardened of uncountable battles for the chance of a revenge but your cheeks... Your face is so soft, I want to hold it the rest of my life. Your tender skin tempts me to sin, to steal a kiss from you and die in sweet sin, maybe even in your hate...

There are so many things I want to write down on this letter for you that you will never know, mostly because you can't read or write, not even in your own language, so that helps me to express all of my feelings for you in a place you won't suspect about. But if you, some day, learn how to read my feelings, please, don't judge me, I don't know why am I like this and I hate it.

Why do I had to fall in love with you?

Not because of you but because of my condition.

Why did I had to born as a man when my heart is the heart of a lady?

Maybe the angels confused my heart with the heart of someone else when I was in my mother's belly...

Will you hate me? I know I'm giving you my friendship right now even if I want your love, that's not good, a good person won't fall in love with a friend, specially when we're both men.

If you will hate me and you will want to kill me because of that, be fast as always, cut my throat and leave me bleed, but if you want to torture me, open my chest with your daggers and rip my heart from my tórax, I'll give it to you to do whatever you want with it.

But remember, no matter what I will always be here behind you to support you, to hold your back if you're going to fall, and if you find a pretty girl who wants to love you as much as you deserve I'll torn apart, because your happiness is more important than mine. I'm happy if you are happy.

–What are you doing?– There he was, the golden boy who leaves me without breath.

–I'm just writing.

My usual smile comes to my face again as I try to hide all the vivid flowers of my impossible sin.

–Leave that, we're leaving this place.

–Askeladd found someone fool enough to scam?

–Not this time as I heard, I think we're going to a war with England, something about the Danish crown and some bullshit like that...

–The Danish crown?... I don't think we could gain much with this...

To my mind comes all the information I know about recent events that involved Denmark and England as I slowly uncover my letter and fold it as if it wasn't that important.

–Where are we going?

–London. Get ready, we leave when the sun sets.

And he go away again. There will be any time where I can stay more time with him without care about the wars and crowns of the world?

I sigh and look at my letter again, I fold it and save it in my bag. As far as we stay here I can't relive in my feelings even if I want, I have to stay still and be ready for the battle even if I'm just a shoemaker.

I wish I could take you with me, runaway to your dreamed Vinland and marry you to live a peaceful life. You don't deserve this hell.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

I'M HERE AGAIN TO MAKE THIS BOY FEEL AS MUCH PAIN AS POSSIBLE

I don't know why I do this to him but I want to see all of those little moments of Thorfinn being a normal person, you know, such as him cooking, sewing, hunting, taking a walk, jUST HIM BEING A NORMAL PERSON.

And those scenarios will be feat. ma boy Siegfried who is my way to express all the love and appreciation I feel towards this blond who probably have rabies, plus my love for drama because

✨I'm a drama queen✨

[barclaysangel]

Hear me out: Slightly Obsessive Devon? (cause we know he’s a little on the obsessive side)

Devon; *humming and writing in his journal about Jake*

Jake: Wow.

Devon: SHIT - *nearly falls off his bed* Wha - Jake?

Jake: *looking at the wall of pictures Devon has of him* Are those all of me? *slight smile*

Devon: Oh. Fuck. I - I promise, well, it’s kinda what it seems - but I swear to God, it’s not as bad as it-

Jake: No, no! It’s fine, I promise. I’m honestly…amazed. How did you get all of these of me?

Devon: ..It was not difficult to. U-Uhm, there’s more if you wanna see?

Jake: *full on smile* There’s MORE?

Devon: Mhm! Give me a second. *gets a box out from under his bed* Ta-da!

Jake: Wow. Just WOW! I can’t believe it! *takes the pictures* These all are so good..

Devon: You’re..not creeped out?

Jake: Creeped out? *genuine confusion* Why would I be?

Devon: Uhm…people call it obsessive.

Jake: They’re all idiots who don’t see the potential. I mean, look! Tell me you wouldn’t feel special if someone liked you this much.

Devon: Heh. I guess I would. Ooh! *gives Jake a picture* This one is my favorite.

Jake: I look so pretty. I didn’t expect you to love me this much. I should make one of you!

Devon: I can give you the pictures!

Jake: Alright! It’s set; It’s a date. *smile*

Lexy: *creeped out by both of them* …Are you guys okay?

Love this! Maybe I'm weird too because I would love tf out of this if someone was slightly obsessed with me like this...maybe I really do have issues

[thenixkat]

also the next issue is the prelude to the Death of Superman and hah also like Superman really got into a knockdown slugfest with a fucker as strong as him and died because of it instead of fighting smarter just chuck the bitch into space at mach speed get any of the psychic people you know to chuck the bitch into space with their powers from a safe distance Doomsday couldnt fly and didnt have ranged abilities in its first appearance other than throwing rocks really hard Superman didnt have to try punching it to death to win is what i'm saying

also apparently this was a containment suit suppressing Doomsday's powers and the heroes by fighting the fucker kept peeling away more and more of the suit

when again, they could just chuck him into the space. or the psychic fuckers could squeeze his brain enough to likely make the fucker pass out not enough characters with telekinesis just fuck around with fuckers insides yeah actually that's a containment suit Doomsday only has one arm free here

this fucker really crawled out of who knows where in a containment suit just killing shit and destroying shit with no explanation later retcons made it a Kryptonian experiment, originally it was just bitch that came out of nowhere

local escaped thing that has been stated to not be that much more intelligent than a cunning animal that only hates and desires to destroy very effective at fighting fuckers with one arm tied behind its back

granted perhaps dont get that close to a fucker with superstrength they tend to be a bit fast too again fuckers getting up close to punch a bitch

yer priority should be mentally chucking the fucker away from teh road and the bystanders

Ted is lucky to have survived that with no enhanced durability.

and he got thrown after the getting his head bashed. man is lucky lucky lucky to have survived and not been permanently paralysed

me: damn Khaji Da worked hard to keep that man's body from getting too befucked by that incident

like, of course the writer didnt think about shit from Blue Beetle 1986, let alone the fact that Ted's bonded to an alien parasite/magical talisman that has brought a man back to life and healed his fatal injuries but I'm thinking about it heh like, Ted very much probably should have died from someone that strong denting mental with his face. and then throwing him. Magic is a better reason than sheer luck for his survival and coming out of a months long coma able to fight fuckers as soon as he woke up with no lasting damage other than what sounds like some chronic pain

man's face aint even broken that. A higher power was looking out for him and its Khaji Da

Booster's costume here isnt that much torn up than how it was at the end of the 1000 arc in his solo series. He didnt have to wait for Ted to fix it when he could have gone back to Dr. Soos

cause like who would reasonably expect a man that just got out of a coma cause by getting his head slammed into metal to be able to do fine circuitry work involved in fixing a suit from teh future without at minimum a year of rehabilitation/physical therapy (and frankly should be a lot lot longer than that)

like fucking wild and unreasonable that the moment Ted woke up from that coma he was fighting a villain, still in the damn hospital gown and everything. Man was just actively dying like 5 mins ago but he woke up and can do backflips One of Ted's kidneys shut down, do organs boot back up or is the dude just down a kidney forever cause that has health complications too

Booster medicine in the 80s aint that good

again Booster you know a a guy who's fixed yer shredded suit b4. The same fucking writer. Same fucking writer acting like Booster doesnt know a guy who's fixed his suit before

huh. well i will assume they got Ted's kidney working against since they dont mention him being down one later. Granted writers do just decide that characters arent disabled anymore all teh time. See both Ted's heart condition not coming up at all and Mr. Reyes no longer needing a cane in the most recent Blue Beetle run

it still bothers me that the Thanagarians arent actual bird people aliens their wings are fake i hate it

again I would like to like Booster and Ted's friendship. There's some decent moments but good lords is everything around it terrible

Just the knowledge that shit started with fuckers being ooc and cut off from their original support groups and used as vehicles for jokes, turned into the comic relief in a comedy series AND derided for it at the same time by the writers like…

most of this issue was just superheroes mourning Superman …Maxima's costume… is formed by her powers…ma'am are you naked? no, Martian Manhunter is bad enough pls put on undies at least under that power-projected costume Booster continues to forget that Dr. Soos exists and has fixed his shredded ass costume before this comic is set in the year 1993 Also Booster being casually ableist towards Oberon

just cause he's mad Guy Gardner harasses, attacks, and forces the Ray (a teen just getting a handle on his powers) to join the Justice League. I hate these people so much.

like I have no reason to belive that if Ray said no, that Guy wouldn't have beat him up and made him join. And we know that once Ray talks to Max and expresses any desire to leave he'd get brainwashed to stay just like Huntress ah yet again the notion that if a person has superpowers they have to be a superhero its their duty. Which is all kinds of bullshit

Also Booster turned Skeets off and put him in storage. Just that is the most blatant 'what the fuck writers' to me with the handling of Booster Gold in the Justice League International/America stuff. why the hell would Booster be so callous to turn his friends and partner off and put him in fucking storage?

that is his friend, the only person around who also knows the future that Booster misses and has been there for him just also Skeets is a person turning him off is fucking awful to begin with. The only reason anyone should do that is to fix him if he got badly damaged just… people like the JLI/JLA comics even tho they did so much bullshit just assassinated the character of these characters

just I do genuinely think that Booster Gold and Ted Kord/Blue Beetle 2 could be friends just not how this shit was done. Skeets should be involved. Ted's friends should be involved too. Also just Ted shoudl actually be in character and not some money-grubbing fame-seeking schemer using the Blue Beetle name as a brand that shit aint him. Ted actively avoids the press and the cops in his superhero work and the Blue Beetle name is not something that he'd use to make a buck off

also why is Skeets not angry about being turned off

its not like he's programmed to want to help Booster. Helping Booster is a choice Skeets made to help with teh fucking time loop shit. That doesnt mean he cant get snippy with him about treating him like that

Wonder Woman joined teh League and Ice leaves to go back to her homeland b/c she's not vibing with all the danger and friends dying and frankly that's fine again fuckers with teh argument that if you have powers its yer responsibility to be a superhero and save lives

i guess every ablebodied person in the world is failing our duty in having any job other than being a cop, firefighter, or paramedic

[overtale-mainverse]

Morrey: .. I'll never find it.. *She sighed* .. Kinda ruin myself, but twin sister don't like it. *She took a cigarette and a lighter, then light it up*... *She blew it out the other side to not intoxicate Roses* what a shitty world I live. Hate some shitty men there, some are nice and understand my kind.. Unlike these other men, who actually think they tough and yeah blah blah blah.. Fuck them, leave lesbians alone and have a brain to accept a no.

Roses: Heh. I know how you feel. I get it, dis world is beyond fucked with so many people das beyond fucked too. But lookin’ on the brighter side ‘f thing will make life so much more enjoyable. *She took the cigarette from Morrey.*

Roses: Some men are fuckin’ pervs who have no life. Dey’re sadistic bastards. But it’s important not ta loose yerself when encounterin’ em. Jus’ know yer better than dem. Those words dey say, da thin’s dey do….yer better. n’ I know it. *She smiled at Morrey.*

[lettherebemonsters]

@trapton​ answered:

lettherebemonsters:

The Clown looked the part of the fool, but he lived in an area where it was teeming with other far-worse killers than him. To survive a place like that, you had to be smart…..VERY smart.

And as scary as this rabbit was, he wasn’t scared of him at all. He knew the rabbit was trying to goad a reaction, but he wasn’t playing Springtrap’s game. Not when he was a Ringmaster in his own right.

“ Oh? An’ you fight your own battles? Or do ya let yer toys fight fer ya? The toys full o’ dead kids….”

That mouth just grew wider, showing the disgusting mangled mess inside. But he didn’t flinch, instead, a very disturbing smile graced his painted face. His eyes gleamed like obsidian glass as the Clown’s madness emerged.

He grabbed the top of the rabbit’s open jaw, and leaned in to look directly at the horrors rotting inside. Going to far as to lick his lips at what he was seeing inside.

“ I wonder what this double-jaw o’ yours can really do…..”

𝚝𝚠𝚘  𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜.       all  that  separate  his  dead,    mummified  skull  from  human  perception.       encased  by  the  rabbit,     it’s  metal  infused  with  any  remaining  flesh  kept  alive  by  remnant  and  spite.       𝚑𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙.         the  man  whom  has  accepted  his  new  identity.         bonded  brain  and  bone,      splintered  with  springs.       he  won’t  underestimate  the  clown.      he  himself  could  be  considered  somewhat  of  a  jester.      big,    bulky  rabbit  who’s  now  perpetually  wearing  a  smile.       one  screaming  with  pain  and  agony.      

hanging  open,     his  tongue  winds  grossly  through  the  crack  of  his  mask.       arms  and  legs  akimbo..        𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐    –     although  perhaps  in  the  grand  scheme    […]      the  big  picture    […]      his  plan  has  worked.         it  always  does,     doesn’t  it?        his  charm,     rotten  as  it  is..       exists,    nonetheless.    

second  jaw  open,     it’s  clear  his  voice  is  emanating  from  within.       far   less  wide,     his  skull  is  a  disgusting  sight.        “they  have  their  own  reasons  for  revenge.     and  i  promise,     they’re  no  friends  of  mine.”        he  growls,    his  hands  pausing  in  knee-jerk  reaction  as they  rise  from  his  hips.      instead,    allowing  jaw  to  be   wretched  further  open.    

“mm?   –”         he  chuckles.       three  low,    knowing  and  coy  sounds.    tell-tale.        “do  you  now?”      mucus  topped  tongue  curls.       “quite  a  change  in  interests.     here  i  thought  you  intended  to  kill   me.”

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Leave it to Kenneth Chase to have a truly raging sex drive that made him a perpetual pervert. Even with hard limits, he could see the fun in the giant metal rabbit in front of him.

And seeing that wet, sopping tongue slithering out like a wet snake....

“ You’d make ‘lotsa women really ‘appy with dat tongue o’ yours...”

Just to really rub it in, the Clown licked his own lips in exaggerated fashion, smearing some blood that had splattered onto him from his last kill. .

“ Heh, nah, I know I ain’t gonna kill ya THAT easily. N’ I’m lazy as fuck. Plus, killin’ stops bein’ fun da moment the body gets cold. I’d rather have fun instead...”

It was very, very obvious the gross Clown was propositioning the mechanical bunny.

[earlgraytay]

sorry to put Dragon Age politics on your dash- and sorry to scream the same thing I've been screaming since like 2015- but I just saw a take that was bad even by DA Politics standards on my Simblr and I'm Angery.

I get really annoyed when people miss the point of Inquisition, especially the reveals with the elves/templars/etc.

the entire point of DAI from a storytelling perspective is to complicate the narrative you've been given the first two games. it's trying to force the player to confront their in-world prejudices- and it's trying to force the player to do that no matter where on the Dergen Erge Perliticerl Spectrem (TM) they fall.

are you a Grey Warden stan because of DA1? congrats, you get to see all the numerous ways that the Wardens as an organization can fail, how recruiting criminals is actually not a great idea, how the Wardens' sacred quest and insularity make them paranoid and isolationist.

are you a Templar stan for some ungodly reason? congrats, you get to see just how fucked up the Templars are as an organization on every level, and how the dysfunction they've bred leads them to wind up becoming a cult. (and the point is made even more forcefully than it is with the other factions, because Templar stans are dense motherfuckers.)

are you a mage stan? congrats, you get to see that Mages Are Not A Monolith (TM), that different factions of mages want different things, that the fight for Mage Liberation is getting ordinary people caught in the crossfire, and that there is no way to square the circle of "where mages are in society" and "where mages want to be" that will leave every mage happy.

are you an elf stan? congrats, you get to see that elves have not been perfect pure victims for the entirety of their existence. you get to see that history is complicated and awful and written by the victors. you get to see how nationalist factions also try to rewrite history and can get it super, super wrong. you get to see that until very, very recently, elves were part of the world, with everything that entails. but you also get shown-via Sera as a protagonist- elves still deserve a better life and future anyway, because their lives now really are that horrible, and they're still people.

conversely, if you're (say) a qunari anti-stan? you get to meet Bull. you get to see how the Qun does give people's lives some meaning where it might not have been there before. you get to see the consequences of what that philosophy does to the people who are living under it, yes- but you get to see that they are still people, and not just Boss Monsters For You To Murk.

same with Cole and spirits. Same with Varric and the Chantry. Same with Vivienne and circle mages, and same with Dorian and Tevinter. every faction that's been demonized (heh, literally in Cole's case) over the course of the games gets a voice and a face.

you get to see why someone would stay in a society that's toxic as fuck, why someone would try to fight to make it better from the inside. you get to see why someone would stay with the Chantry- they're not just Evil Politics People who occasionally hand out a quest to do Evil Politics Things, it genuinely comes off as a belief system I can see non-evil, non-Mindless-NPC people following in DAI. which makes the atrocities it commits all the worse.

i saw someone calling this DARVO the other day and like??? my guy? I will grant that some parts of how this game were handled weren't great, especially the mythological parts of the fucking elf reveal. but I think you misunderstood the assignment.

the entire point of this game is that there is no clearcut VICTIM and OFFENDER. there are groups of people who are trying to do the right thing by their lights, and sometimes those lights are horribly, horribly wrong.

you get to decide, for yourself, what the Right Thing To Do is, and you get to do it, and you get to see the consequences. but there's no perfect victims for you to white knight for, and there's no faceless abominable evil for you to slay.

there's just people. and people are wonderful, and people are fucked up, and otherwise good people hurt each other because they're afraid.

I think that is a much more interesting, nuanced, and adult set of ideas to play with than "Wardens good, darkspawn bad" or "mages good, Chantry bad". and I keep getting really, really pissed that no one else in the fandom seems to grok why the writers are doing this, or care.

it's just a neverending wheel of "grr the Dergen Erge perliticle factions I stan are good, and the ones I anti-stan are bad", regardless of what your Beliefs (TM) are

i'm probably gonna try and play DA4 if it ever comes out, but by god, am I going to be blocking most of the fandom before I do

[cheegu3]

- Bad boy beomgyu [18+]

a/n: Yes I know I’m down bad, horny for beomgyu 💀 also why is this so long ??

genre: smut

pairing: dom gyu x sub female reader

summary: hate sex das it :p

wc: 2.6k

TW / trigger warning: hate sex, smut, sexual themes in detail, oral sex, degrading, nicknames, choking kink, praising, pussy slap also face slap heh, lil corruption kink (reader is a virgin), exhibitionism!!

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“ What? He’s just kissing a girl “ your friend Jennie responded shrugging.

“ What? He’s just kissing a girl “ your friend Jennie responded shrugging.

“ What? He’s just kissing a girl “ your friend Jennie responded shrugging.

“ Kissing a- “ you let out a frustrated sound which made Jennie laugh.

“ Sounds like someone is jealous “ she said in a singsongy mocking voice.

You felt like you were fuming.

“ And why the fuck would I be jealous about disgusting and annoying Beomgyu kissing some girl. I couldn’t care less “ your frustration was very evident in your voice and Jennie chuckled again.

“ Mmh you sure about that? “

“ Positive “ your crossed your arms.

“ Wanna know what I think? “

“ Not really “ you took a deep breath to try to calm your anger down and hooked your arm around your friend’s, ready to finally pass by them.

“ I’m gonna tell you anyway “ she said.

You rolled your eyes and tried not to look at them as they got closer and closer. The wet sounds from them kissing and her low moans didn’t help.

“ I think that he wants you. And he is gonna use every girl in the school to make you jealous to prove it to you, make you want him back “

You scoffed, both at what she had said and how the girl began moaning louder when she spotted you two getting closer.

“ You’re absolutely wrong and he’s a hoe I don’t want him “

“ Hey! say experienced instead! “ Jennie said and you both laughed.

You passed right by them now and you couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Beomgyu. Right in that moment when he had noticed your presence he looked at you and winked, a sheepish smile on his face that made you want to punch him.

You responded to him by making a visibly disgusted face and scoffing, quickly dragging your friend past.

After that you tried not to think about it, lunch had passed and the new lesson was about to start but then he walked in with that stupid smirk on his face. You saw him get cheered on and high-fived by the boys sitting in front of the class and the girls clustered together whispering while looking at his direction. Since everyone had spread out it unfortunately meant there was a sort of clearing where you sat, giving Beomgyu a perfect direct view of you sitting there alone. You tried to avoid his gaze that you could feel and shifted in your seat awkwardly. 

You knew he had fully turned to look at you because his answers to the guys’ questions turned short and uninterested but you didn’t want to look up so you continued to keep your head down, doodling on the bench. 

The class suddenly went silent and you assumed the teacher had come to start the class. The only thing you could hear now were the heels of someone’s shoes clicking the floor as they walked and it got closer and closer until you spotted shoes that stopped right by your desk. You already knew who it was.

With everyone’s eyes on you now you knew you had to look up sooner or later and decided it was better to get it over with. You lifted your head slowly, scanning over his body until you reached his eyes.

‘‘ Hi sweetheart ‘‘ he smiled, you could basically feel the girls’ piercing stares that were now directed on you.

‘‘ Hey Beomgyu? ‘‘ you said and raised your eyebrows in a confused look.

‘‘ You’re not allowed to draw on the bench ‘‘ he said casually, the tension between you growing.

You inhaled a sharp breath and clenched the fist holding the pen.

‘‘ Do you need something? ‘‘

He chuckled darkly.

‘‘ Let’s talk, come on ‘‘ and with that he turned walking out of the classroom without looking back to see if you had followed, he knew you would.

And you did, but probably for another reason than he was thinking. Finally you could tell him to leave you the fuck alone.

You closed the door to the classroom and went down the stairs where you saw him turn last. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, relaxed with his back leaning against the wall.

“ There you are. Took your time “

You only rolled your eyes but stopped in the stairway so you were a bit higher than him, putting your hand on the rail.

“ What do you want? “

“ I think you know “

You raised your eyebrow looking confused again.

“ Listen Beomgyu “ you crossed your arms again and walked up to him, trying to be intimidating but when you were just in front of him you felt embarrassed by the size difference. He caught on to this and craned his neck extra much to smile down at you.

“ I don’t like you and I don’t want you, I never have. In fact I fucking hate you so, leave me alone and stop harassing me “ he just kept smiling not even reacting to what you had just spat out.

“ Did you hear what I said? “

“ Liar “

“ What? “

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you close so you collided with his chest and he held you there. Your breath hitched and you looked up, the confidence had now blown out of you like a deflated balloon.

“ You’re just pretending, trust me, you’re easy to read like a book “ he smirked cockily.

“ Pretending what? “ you bit your bottom lip in an attempt to look mad again.

“ You look cute when you try to be mad “ he booped your nose making you feel small and you winched away.

“ I mean you’re pretending you don’t want me“ he added making you scoff. You felt offended, this kid’s ego was through the roof.

But when you felt his hand reach down to brush up against your back to then rest it there you could only curse your body for melting under his touch. You knew he noticed.

“ You’re saying you don’t want me to take you in there- “ he looked over his shoulder to the cafeteria. “-bend you over one of the tables and fuck your brains out? “ you were out of breath, the thought of doing something so risky - anyone could walk in - made you unconsciously clench your legs together.

“ That’s what I thought “ he stood up to his full length again.

And God in the moment he was so attractive. Or well you always knew he was but he was also right, maybe you had tried to hide your desire to be taken by him anywhere and however he wanted, with hate?

Either way you let yourself be led by him, his hand still on your lower back sending goosebumps all over your skin.

Well inside he closed the cafeteria door, locked it and gestured towards the table in the corner. If someone peeked in through the doors they wouldn’t see you but there was still a big wide window right by this table.

The riskiness just turned you on more.

You walked to the table he had pointed at and he followed close behind. You sat down and began to bounce your leg anxiously, you were a virgin. He probably didn’t know that.

‘‘ Nervous? ‘‘ he laughed and sat down on the table, looking down at you.

‘‘ I-uh ‘‘ you saw him pat next to him so you sat on the table too.

‘‘ I’ve never...done anything like this ‘‘ you said and felt your cheeks flush, looking down.

He sounded amused.

‘‘ Oh really? I never would’ve guessed honestly ‘‘ 

‘‘ What is that supposed to mean? ‘‘ 

‘‘ You carry yourself like a slut ‘‘ he smirked and leaned back, waiting for your reaction. You gasped and slapped his arm.

‘‘ It’s fine though. I can assure you that I will take great pleasure in taking your virginity Y/N Y/L ‘‘

You hit his arm again but held your breath, waiting patiently for him to make his move.

‘‘ Impatient are we? ‘‘ you looked at him and raised furrowed your eyebrows but then you followed his eyes to your legs that kept closing and opening as if you were in pain, you hadn’t even noticed that.

Instantly your cheeks flushed again but Beomgyu didn’t give you any time to recover as he finally made his move. He looked into your eyes for a moment after placing his hand to your cheek and jawline, then he went in for the kiss.

At first it was sweet and innocent like a first kiss, just testing each other out with butterflies in your stomach but he liked it messy. His tongue poked at your lips and when you opened your mouth he became rough, teeth met tongue and both of your breaths could be heard.

His hand kept stroking your jawline and a few fingers rested for a bit close to your neck, you wanted nothing more than for him to close it fully around and press but you felt too shy to say anything, he probably still saw you as innocent.

You began looking at his hands while kissing him and your breath hitched. He had long slim digits and they were veiny. He must’ve noticed you being distracted because he pulled away slightly and started to work on your neck, placing delicate kisses and soon-to-be hickies along it. Then he looked up and his eyes met your pleading ones.

‘‘ Tell me what you want sweetheart ‘‘ his voice sounded if possible, even lower now and his eyes were darker than they used to be - clouded with lust.

Instead of saying it you took his hand that was resting and put it fully around. He looked smug as he caught on to what you had meant and pressed harshly, already having you gasp for air. 

He continued to press harder as his hand slid down between your legs stroking your clothed wet core. All you could do was let out a strained moan and he smiled at this.

You struggled to breathe and stay sane since you felt like you were completely engulfed in euphoria. You felt his left hand move and you heard fabric rustle, telling you he had pulled down his pants. 

Since he didn’t say anything you opened your eyes out of curiosity and saw him there naked. He looked so beautiful. You were sure you weren’t gonna regret giving your virginity to the Choi Beomgyu.

He smirked again when he noticed you staring and then pulled you up by your arm making you switch positions. He was now sitting higher than you and you felt yourself blush again as it was in eye-level with you.

His slender hands found your jaw and he pulled you closer until you were mere centimetres from his dick. His thumb brushed against your lower lip ordering you to open your mouth and you did like he wanted. As soon as you had obeyed he pushed his full length in making you gag straight away.

He pulled out and laughed while watching you. Then his hand found your hair and he went a bit softer this time when guiding you down.

You took as much of him as you could and used your hand for the rest. He let out a few low sighs when you started swirling your tongue trying to make him get the ultimate pleasure.

‘‘ Good girl ‘’ he praised, voice mixed with a groan.

You moaned in response feeling your heat throb at his words and he hissed because of the vibration. His sudden slap to your cheek took you back and you looked up at him with confused puppy eyes.

‘‘ Did I tell you to stop? ‘‘ he raised his eyebrow and looked so fucking cocky.

You smirked as you thought about a way to get him back. You kept holding the eye-contact with him seemingly innocent like the virgin you were but then you deep-throated him. You got tears in your eyes and gagged but you were determined to make him a mess - going faster and faster.

His eyes started to shake as well as his breath becoming unsteady. You saw sweat drops form on his forehead as he bit his lip and pulled his head back slightly.

The grip on your hair started to get looser and looser until it suddenly tightened and he pulled back with such force you fell down.

‘‘ Fucking slut ‘‘ he growled and you only smiled back, you had achieved your goal and was so close to making him finish needily in your mouth. His eyes were so angry he looked like he wanted to kill you - which you admit only turned you on even more.

‘‘ You don’t think I knew what you were doing ‘‘ he stormed up and in one quick motion he had you over the table.

You felt very vulnerable since you now couldn’t hide what he was doing to you. You were wearing light underwear too under the school skirt which made it even more obvious and when the sight became clear to him he chuckled deeply. 

His fingers brushed again your skin when he pulled your underwear down completely ripping it, by the sound of it and you twitched. You felt like the needy one now.

A harsh slap to your pussy knocked all thoughts out of your head. You whined out in pain.

‘‘ What the fuck beomgyu! ‘‘ he kept going with no remorse.

‘‘ I fucking hate you! ‘‘ you grunted out struggling.

‘‘ I know you do y/n ‘‘ he said in his signature cocky voice and you could basically visualise then and there the huge smirk he was wearing.

Then you felt something prod your entrance and you barely got a word out before he pushed himself inside of you. You both knew this would be quick since you were both needy messes for each other - maybe you a bit more than Beomgyu though.

The stretch made you cry out and it only hurt more when he started moving but he didn’t seem to care, only chasing his own high. With every hard thrust he made into you it became less painful until it was just pleasurable and you began to moan instead.

The knot in your stomach started to form just when you heard the boy behind you begin to pant. You whimpered as it got closer and closer until you clenched around him for one last time and let out a groan.

He came not long after painting you walls, not even bothering to pull out. You both laid down on the table looking up to the ceiling. Both of you were out of breath.

Wow that had been an experience.

‘‘ I still hate you ‘‘ you said even though you couldn’t help but smile on the inside.

He laughed his signature deep laugh that you had always found very cute.

‘‘ Mhmm, so when will we do this again? ‘‘