#how in depth jimmy is

[wackpedion]

fellow jimmy fan, please tell me why you also like everyone's least favorite (co)pilot🎤

EHEHEH HIII well i just find him fascinating, and hes the perspective we play for majority of the game which means the player grows most familiar with him, and also leaves alot to dissect and think about. and like i said hes just. very fascinating. his warped thought process and goals leave so much to think about, his fixation on "fixing" things when hes so clearly out of his element and things keep falling apart, how he both puts curly on a pedestal but is envious and seems to almost dislike him, etc. etc. not to mention how his actions are felt throughout the entirety of the plot. the narrative that comes from him is crazy, and it leaves such a lasting impression

[mars-ipan]

green day was really really fun and probably one of those nights you remember for the rest of your life :) we watched howl’s moving castle when we got back (i’d never seen it!) and i understand why everyone wants howl bad. i do too

[sansaemmabuffy]

People who think Better Call Saul was the best show ever are an automatic red flag for me

[sumitri]

THE GENDER AFFIRMATION SAGA

(13/?) Marauders AU Sarah Dolohov Dimitri Dolohov

[linkcharacter]

Really like the recent analysis. I know I speak of curly in a more defensive way than most but I generally try to get the point you made across at the end of the day with my analyses on him and his behaviors.

People love to lock analyses around Curly solely based on what he could’ve done as a physical action and have this avoidance to acknowledging the realistic barriers at play when it comes to those solutions. It’s. The game tries to treat the pre-crash section as if they are grounded in social and organizational realities. So the what if he did this questions about the situation always fall short when the real answer is he either couldn’t or it wasn’t an actual viable option. But then when they talk about what he actually did do it’s surrounded by such bad faith interpretations that his actions were completely intentional or still not affected by outside sources. He’s a very much “road to hell is paved with good intentions” character. He cared too much and that’s a big part of his problem.

There’s such a “perfect victim or nothing” mindset in the fandom where people can’t admit that there are no such things as perfect victims but that also shouldn’t mean that even if there were it would absolve them of the mistakes they made. People want to moralize every action of every character that they don’t realize that some actions are done without any specific morale factor. People just do things, like you said. People assumed failed intentions immediately flip the thought process behind them “he meant to do good but bad happened, he must be bad” and that just is not how people work. It’s how perceptions work but only of the observer.

It’s such a sensitive topic because, yes, you are supposed to be frustrated, even mad, at what Curly didn’t do, but you have to acknowledge the fact these were good intentioned acts even if that good intent did jack squat in the end. That his responses are human and it’s supposed to be uncomfortable and hurt that they were realistic faults of his.

He enabled his friend and it ended bad for everyone including him. No one really tries to argue this fact but everyone seems to think it has to be tied to the morale dilemma and not certain human natures and social factors.

This is all to ask, why do you personally lean towards thinking Curly wouldn’t turn Jimmy in? Are you speaking in the short term of realizing how bad he got or long-term/overall? I feel like he could but it would not be easy and no matter the necessity he’d always have this guilt at feeling bad for doing it.

Ah yes Curly the most imperfect human man character.

Yep yep yep absolutely, people love to assign morality onto characters and call them good or bad and diminishing the depth and nuance of Mouthwashing, filling discussions with bad-faith interpretations or speculating on inconcrete understandings of the incomplete, intentionally vague, context. I adore Mouthwashing to no end for having this oppressive suffocating and constant atmosphere surrounding everything in the game. Really shows off that the environment festers, no one well-meaning guy could create a happy ending with individual actions alone because it's all systematic.

To elaborate from your question tho, at the point Curly was in (if Anya wasn't pregnant scenario), definitely no don't think so (would depend on Anya a too on whether or not she would go to the authorities outside). Curly knew Jimmy was a danger, and I do believe that subconsciously Anya's report to him on Jimmy gnaws at him, but not vividly enough. I want to point out a moment where Anya tells him about the pregnancy, he begins asking "Who would you-", then he's nudged by Anya that she told him and he should know who it is, and he does, instantly saying he's known him a long time and will talk to him. That moment of, for a second not connecting that Jimmy is the assaulter responsible just makes me drag my palm across my face for how much of a man (derogatory) Curly acted like for one dialogue line. Like he just 'forgot' for a brief moment that Jimmy harassed Anya prior? Granted, he instantly believes and takes Anya seriously, immediately dropping the search for the gun he was on in that scene, realizing the severity of the situation and of Jimmy. We also don't know what Anya has told him specifically, how long ago it happened, etc. but the 'implications' of the scene make me believe Jimmy's known sexual harassment on the ship slipped Curly's mind due to him being more invested in "the bigger picture" of Jimmy, not latching onto a harmful and a very serious fucking trivia fact about Jimmy because of his perception of who his friend is as a whole (and with his foggy sleep-deprived mind at the moment), 'losing a needle in a haystack' with how much unknown history Curly and Jimmy shared, so to say.

Maaaybe in some other circumstances, like if Jimmy didn't crash the ship or smth long term I could see him doing it, it would take a lot effort like you said, no matter the necessity. We will never know. If we're going into speculation and imaginary scenarios though, if Anya HERSELF were to try and get justice, Curly would be backing her up undoubtedly (still not disconnecting himself from Jimmy though and feeling guilt on his behalf). But that's all suppositions from my reading of the characters.

[r66dusthewriter]

Sundress season.

Pairing: Country boy!Drew/rafe x fem!reader

Masterlist | Who am i? | REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

A/n: This is solely based on Drew saying “I’m from the country ☝️🤠” on that one Jimmy Kimmel Late Night Show interview. This is the first smut I’ve written in what? 2 years? I’m scared, so i'm gonna leave this here and leave.

Synopsis: in which Drew never pursued acting and still lives in the country.

Genre: Smut

Warning: Filth. Read at your own risk.

Word count: 1.2k

From messing around in high school hallways to calling yourself his wife and living on his farm. It still felt surreal sometimes. The air was warming up, thick with the scent of grass and wildflowers and though he always insisted you stayed inside where the A/C could protect you from the heat, you much preferred being by his side.

He liked to act grumpy about it, muttering about the sun and the scorching heat and how he didn’t want bugs eating you alive but the truth was, he loved having you there.

Today was no exception. You’d stepped outside in a soft summer dress paired with your worn-in cowboy boots and the protest he’d been preparing immediately vanished. He just stared for a moment, smiled like he was trying to bite it back, then nodded and pulled open the passenger door of his truck, saying “Alright, come on then.”

You’d spent most of the morning in the passenger seat, bumping along dusty paths while he made small stops, checking out the animals, inspecting rows of young crops, scribbling mental notes for things that needed fixing. He never did anything halfway. Not with the land. Not with you.

On the long way back, he slowed the truck and pulled to a stop near the river crossing the huge property, hopping out and going to help you out to join him.

“I wanna build a dock here,” he said, pointing out toward the water’s edge. “What do you think?”

You climbed onto the opened bed of the truck and settled on a clean blanket he’d laid out earlier for you, your legs swinging off the edge as you studied the view. The way sunlight skimmed the water, the gentle slope of the earth, the stillness of it all…

“I love it,” you said.

He took a few photos of the spot, angles, spacing and depth. Something about how he planned everything made you feel safe, like he was building more than just a life, he was building you into it.

He tucked his phone away and checked the time, then turned to look over at you as you observed the view and he watched you, a half smirk growing on his face. “I’m getting hungry.”

“I can start heading back while you finish out here,” you offered, already swinging to hop down. “Make you something quick until lunch.”

But before your feet touched the ground, he was already there, stepping between you legs, placing his hands on either side of you and caging you in without pressure. He leaned in slowly, kissing your jaw, your neck, the space just below your ear. Lazy, wet and familiar.

Then, with a teasing bite to your shoulder, he murmured, low and rough “Not that kind of hungry”

Your breath caught on a laugh that quickly faded into a quiet moan as his mouth trailed lower, brushing soft kisses along your collarbone, then down the delicate dip of your cleavage. Your fingers tangled in the hair that curled at the nape of his neck, grounding yourself in the moment.

He eased your dress up with slow, deliberate hands, the fabric bunching around your hips. Then, with a quiet groan like he couldn’t help himself, he sank to his knees in the warm grass. The world went still as he looked up, eyes dark, focused, reverent as his lips began to trace soft, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs.

His hands slid upward, thumbs grazing just beneath the edge of your underwear, his voice rough and playful.

“How about a meal to go?”

You couldn’t even speak, just nodded, lifting your hips slightly in invitation. He smiled like a man who’d just won something that wasn’t already his, then slid your panties down your legs, careful and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. He balled the fabric in his hand, then tucked it into the pocket of his jeans with a mischievous glint in his eyes, like it was some kind of trophy.

His hands found your hips with practiced ease, fingers curling firmly as he pulled you toward the edge of the truck bed. The blanket shifted beneath you, the soft rustle of fabric mingling with the quiet buzz of summer. 

Without a word, he lifted your legs, guiding them over his shoulders, holding you there like you would even think about leaving. His grip was secure, grounding, as his eyes flicked up to meet yours one last time, checking in the way he always did, even now.

Then he leaned in, pressing the softest kiss at the very apex of your thighs before his mouth ascended fully, dragging a long, slow lap of his tongue along the delicate heat of you. You gasped, fingers curling tighter into the edge of the blanket as your head tilted back toward the sun.

His movements were slow, deliberate, each one reminding you just how intimately he knew your body, how deeply he understood the rhythm of your pleasure. His tongue flicked your bundle of nerves until you were pulling him by his hair impossibly closer towards you, your moans overtaking the flowing river next to you. He lapped at your slick cunt shamelessly, fucking you with his tongue until every breath you let out was a pathetic whimper. Your chest heaved and gaze blurred, eyelids finally falling shut allowing you to get lost in the moment.

“Ugh fuck” you cursed, thighs trembling around him and locking tighter as he pressed further, deeper, applying pressure to your clit and making his tongue vibrate against it. He let out lewd groans of pleasure as he selfishly took more from you, your moans becoming louder and louder causing his length to tent in his jeans.

You sank back onto the bed of the truck, the warmth of the metal searing your skin briefly but the feeling was distant, almost forgotten. Your back arched against it as pressure started to build on your lower abdomen, his hand reaching up to grope at your hardened nipples over your dress, rolling them between his fingers just enough until the pain was a peak in your pleasure.

You didn’t have time to warn him before your cunt pulsed against his mouth, leaking sweetness onto his plumped lips as he licked you clean of it. Your breathing slowed down as he did, until he rose to his feet with a last kiss to your heat. 

He smiled, his lips glistening as he looked at your swollen core, skimming his thumb along it before introducing it into his mouth to lick the remnants as he watched you intensely, gaze warming your skin more than the sun was.

“Just wait until I get that dock going” he murmured, a breathless edge to his voice as he discreetly adjusted himself in his pants, then extended a hand to help you sit upright. You took it, your legs still heavy with afterglow. As you settled, he stepped even closer, both hands rising to gently sweep your hair back, fingers grazing the sensitive place where your jaw met your neck, tilting your face upward until your hazed eyes met his.

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, brushing the pad of his thumb across your lip before his mouth followed. His tongue flicked softly at your lower lip before deepening the kiss. Slow, sensual and unhurried. You melted into it, moaning faintly at the taste of yourself on him. When he finally pulled back, his eyes stayed locked on yours, lips still ghosting over yours as he whispered with a crooked smile.

“Delicious”

Looking at you like nothing had ever tasted sweeter.

[curlyflesh]

symbolism - LOCKS

while we know the main reason for the conversation between anya & curly, we should also consider the irony of SAFETY … putting locks on the medical room + cockpit which are the two places that end up being the least safe, specifically for curly.

it’s obviously not the strongest point of the scene because the focus is anya … but this notion also proves how faulty of a character curly is. he’s oblivious to what anya was initially implying … so the false sense of security in LOCKS is almost karmic in a sense. (SYSTEM FAILURE)

i might talk about the setting more in the future but the way anya uses the lock to the medical room so she can isolate/kll herself. versus jimmy locking himself in the cockpit to get away from swansea …. it’s contradictory because they’re escaping from two different things iykyk

anyway, i genuinely love the screen scene so much sorry …. i’ll for sure analyze other ones soon 😭 this one just has the most depth and i really want to remind people that curly isn’t the saint yall think he is. especially with his relationship to anya…

[kianamaiart]

Hello your magical girl story looks really intriguing, the premise feels very creative, the art style is simple but good with its own identity, and the characters seem to be fleshed out with depth, personality, and backstory. In short, I love it, and I do have a few questions.

One: Is the story character driven, story driven, or something else

Two: Is the story rated G, PG, PG-13, or something else

Three: Would the story be a web comic, web show, or something else

Four: Will there be a lot of lore and world building, yes or no

Five: what other inspirations did you have for the story's characters, plot, and art style

Six: What humor do you use for the story

I'm only asking these questions out of curiosity. This is just because I love your story, and would like to know more about.

So please be free to not answer all the questions if you want. I'm also fine if you ignore this ask. so please, no pressure.

At the end of the day, please have fun, relax, work hard, take your time, and have a nice day.

I'm so glad! Thanks so much for your interest <3

Character driven (always)

PG/PG-13

Dunno! I've been reached out to already for a few opportunities but right now, I'm just trying to have fun with it and keep it mine until I feel like the idea is fully realized and ready for something bigger. Right now, I'm shooting to make a lil pilot animatic mostly on my own with help from a few friends

Depends on what you mean by a lot but I'd say a soft yes

For Aika, just generally other anime protagonists from shoujo and shonen. I feel like when you're doing a spin on something you do have to rely on the tropes from the genre at least a little bit. For Zira, Toko Fukawa was the jumping off point but they're very different. They're also both based off of aspects of myself (I feel like most artists do this with their ocs tho). Style and story-wise, I was definitely looking at Doremi and Panty&Stocking. That chunky cute look that's distinctly anime but takes some notes from Western cartoons. But mine's flipped where it's more based on my own style from working in Western animation but then having anime influence. And story-wise I like how they're more episodic with an underlying story. The magical girl stuff is more a backdrop that helps the story move forward and enhances the slice of life stuff that's being focused on.

I'm not sure what kind of humor to say other than my own? But my sense of humor has been shaped by Big City Greens (obviously) Adventure Time, Jimmy Neutron, Bob's Burgers, Smiling Friends and many other things but hopefully that gives you the gist

[fandomaddictwut]

Here’s a video from The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, where Channing Tatum goes more in depth about his love for Gambit and how long he’s been waiting to play the character.

[americanwh0rerstory]

KINKTOBER 2024: MASTERLIST

For the extra depraved, screwed up people. here is a selection of fics that will only get worse as the days go on. even if the prompts seem light, by day 31 it will reach the depths of pure depravity

heed my warnings and have fun

1: gun play [tate langdon]

2: brat taming [kit walker]

3: public sex [jimmy darling]

4: kinky murder [james patrick march]

5: brainwashing/manipulation [kai anderson]

6: blood play [austin sommers]

7: inappropriate use of mutation [quicksilver]

8: risky sex [max cooperman]

9: toys [alex from adult world]

10: domination [michael langdon]

11: submission [tate langdon]

12: bdsm [kit walker]

13: prostitution [jimmy darling]

14: knife play [James Patrick March]

15: boot riding [kai anderson]

16: CNC [kai anderson]

17: period sex [austin sommers]

18: high sex [quicksilver]

19: before a fight [max cooperman]

20: voyeurism [alex from adult world]

21: dub-con [michael langdon]

22: cocaine and boobs [tate langdon]

23: smoke kink [kit walker]

24: drunk sex [jimmy darling]

25: threesome [james patrick march + the countess]

26: so many depraved things i don't even know how to summarise it [kai anderson]

27: cockwarming quicksilver]

28: mirror fucking max cooperman]

29: rule 34 [alex from adult world]

30: desecration of a sacred alter michael langdon]

31: orgy. [multiple characters]

[delusional-day-dreamer]

First. Love. Part¹ - p.b

playlist. next part.

‣ paige bueckers x oc (reader?, tbh i'm not sure how it works!)

‣ wc: 1790

‣‣ synopsis: people say in life, you have your FIRST love and your first LOVE, but what if paige was both?

‣‣‣ a/n: y'all i'm SO SORRY for my inactivity, summer classes and morning practices are awful. i promise i will try to release more fics on a more regular basis. For the sake of the FICTIONAL story, pazzi simply does not exist, they are best friends but denied the rumors during azzi's freshmen year and she has a boyfriend. Songs that are underlined are linked to tiktok covers just because I love them!

Us Weekly : Tuesday June 13th, 2023

Just this friday, upcoming singer-songwriter Jenna Smyths performs her own song, Means Something and an instrumental cover of Holy Ground by Taylor Swift at BBC Live Lounge to introduce her soon to be released debut album, Eternal Us (not my most creative moment I know 😔). The young singer has just graduated from UCLA after completing her three-year Bachelor's Degree with a double major, her focus being Business Economics with a minor in Film, Television, and Digital Media.

This Friday was Jenna's first televised performance, and her constantly sold out small-venue concerts have been applauded all over social media and by celebrities for her vocal maturity, depth and intricacy within her song lyrics, and her ability to convey raw emotion through her performances. However, this song cover was announced by the singer-songwriter to be particularly special to her, as she mentions that this song "brings back specific memories".

The twenty-one year old kept her composure throughout both songs, yet fans on various media platforms have pointed out Jenna's seemingly tear filled eyes during Holy Ground. The artist addresses the emotions she felt during the song during her first appearance on the Jimmy Fallon Show after performing her first released single, Promise, which is prominently featured as it’s one of her most popular singles.

The Tonight Show: Monday June 12th, 2023 "Please welcome to The Tonight Show, Jenna Smyths," Jimmy introduced you as you walked onto the set of the show, the live audience cheering loudly as you took your seat on the couch.

"Thank you so much Jimmy, it's such an honor to be here, sitting on this sacred couch," you joked, bringing some of your recently curled hair over your shoulder in hopes of disguising any traces of anxiety the crowd or camera may pick up. Thankfully, it worked as you heard the stir of laughter on set, allowing you to relax further into the couch, it actually was quite comfortable.

"It's incredible that we have you sitting here, I mean almost two years ago you blew up on TikTok for your incredible song covers, and then you started playing live in a bunch of LA venues, then you started releasing your own music, and now you're a UCLA Alumni sitting here," as he summed up your rise to fame, the audience began another round of applause.

"Oh my gosh I know right," you giggled, overjoyed that the audience was showing so much support towards you and that your first big interview was going so well. "I swear it was like two weeks ago I was singing on TikTok and then freaking out about my notifications and somehow I just teleported here," you laughed off the slight tinge you felt in your heart.

College had gone by far too quickly, and you were constantly consumed with stress regarding your future. Up until a few weeks ago, you had no idea what you were going to do with your life. What if your album flopped? What if you never made it big? How would you move on and get a regular job from there?

"Yes yes, I remember seeing some of your earliest covers on tiktok. In fact," a smirk appeared on his face, he clearly had something hiding up his sleeve. "We just so happen to have a little video edited together of your old covers, for old times' sake just to show how far you've come," he laughed at the nervous expression on your face and the crowd's enthusiasm.

"Oh god, some of those are from questionable times," you mumbled, raising your right hand to slightly cover your mouth as the video played.

Clips of you singing in your old college apartment bedroom appeared, switching in between guitar covers and piano while singing Katy Perry's Teenage Dream, We Can't Be Friends by Ariana Grande (yes pretend it was out at the time), Bags by Clairo, to the Man Who Can't Be Moved, and a few others. You watched your younger self, heartbroken and healing, singing songs to post on the internet just for your friends to watch, and yet somehow your voice had reached millions of people.

"Well you can see it here clear as day folks, Jenna has clearly always had a knack for those gut-wrenching songs, the ones that make you wonder if you're depressed or the artist is just incredibly good at what they do," you knew he was introducing your live performance with this, sneakily rubbing your sweaty palms over your jeans. You weren't nearly as scared as your BBC performance, but the combination of fear and adrenaline before any performance was overwhelming compared to logic at times.

"So what do you guys say, because I think we need to hear it live to determine which one it truly is," the small crowd erupted at Jimmy's rhetoric, eager to watch your performance.

"Well when you ask so nicely how could I ever refuse Jimmy?" You grinned, standing up to make your way over to the performance area with the live band.

With your guitar in your hands, you let the unique sense of calmness and security wash over you as you adjusted the mic in front of you. Music had always been one of the biggest parts in your life, and even know it never failed you. Not in your best moments, and not even in your worse.

"This is Promise from my new album, Eternal Us, out June 30th"

***Post-performance part of the interview***

"Jenna, you know I have to ask you this, because so far the songs on your album, your covers, and even your performance at the BBC Live Lounge were all fairly depressing songs," Jimmy insists. The two of you had been joking and answering the interview questions with a sense of ease after the performance aspect of the show. The audience was eating up the playful energy the two of you seemed to have, despite the twenty-seven year age gap.

"Please, ask away Jimmy," you quipped, enjoying your time on the show. The steady laughter from the live audience had long soothed any remaining nerves. Growing up, you always felt as if you were born to perform, and this type of live interview was right up your alley.

"And I swear I'm being serious with this, but does the emotion in your music affect you the same it affects your listeners? Because after your cover of Holy Ground aired, you blew up on social media even more then you were before. But one of the things your fans noticed was that it looked like you were gonna cry?" Jimmy inquired, you could hear small murmurs from the audience section at his question, no doubt intrigued to hear your answer.

"You know Jimmy," you began, "Honestly it was just a heat of the moment kinda thing. Like obviously I changed the song in a different key and sang it that way intentionally you know? Taylor is known for her ability to write the most gut-wrenching lyrics and then syncing them up to a catchy beat in a pop song and boom, it's a hit," you explained to both him and the crowd.

"But when I was offered the opportunity to go on BBC Live Lounge and I was trying to decide what song to cover, the lyrics of the song just really stuck out to me in a personal way and I wanted to convey to my listeners the emotions I felt reading and experiencing the lyrics, not listening to it as an upbeat pop song. But don't get me wrong, it's an incredible song just the way it is!" You ended your ramble enthusiastically, trying your best to not delve into the deeper emotions laced within your statement.

"Of course, I mean it was your first televised performance and to a Taylor Swift song no less, but this song has a very meaning to it, unlike some of Taylor's other doctorate-level essay worthy songs you could spend hours analyzing," Jimmy jokes, lightening the mood as always before asking the hard hitting question you had been dreading the entire interview.

"Why did you choose to sing a song about reminiscing of a past relationship, an ex lover if you will. I mean, a good majority of your songs follow the heartbroken post-breakup theme, but the media isn't aware of any relationships you may or may not have had during your time at UCLA, was there someone before?" He questions.

"You're right, I didn't have any actual relationships while at UCLA. My only serious relationship was during my last two years of high school, and a lot of my songs I'm releasing now were written during that time or even earlier, I've just polished them a lot. And of course, my earliest covers are from my freshman year of college, so the wound was still pretty fresh you know?" You skimmed over the topic, keeping the discussion as light-hearted as possible.

"Oh my god, all of that was from one person?" Jimmy jokes, unaware of how hard his statement hits home for you.

"Yeah I mean, I guess your first love will just do that to you, you know?" You joked back. You refused, refused, to let Paige Bueckers affect you in this way on national television. It had been three years for god's sake, you needed to get a grip of yourself.

"Well, they must have been one heck of a first love to be such a long-lasting muse for you," Jimmy pried, and you could tell he was waiting for you to give more details about your relationship.

"Nah nah, cut the cameras, I think we're out of time for tonight right," you nervously laughed, jokingly leaning over to gesture in an over the top manner to the camera crew to stop filming, which roused hefty laughter around set at your antics.

"Don't worry Jenna, we'll leave that topic for next time yeah?" Jimmy chuckled at your immediate refusal, using his perfected charm to continue the interview without any bumps or awkward conversations.

Before you knew it, the interview had been long over and you were laying in your hotel's bedroom. In your opinion, the NYC suite was luxurious and was far too large for just one person to reside. But fortunately for you, you were used to the sense of loneliness you felt in the empty room. To think that you were only a few hours away from Paige, your first love, your first everything, and yet you had never felt more separated from a person you used to love with your whole being.

Thank you for reading all the way through! Part 2 of So High School will be out soon I promise, this series just happened to randomly inspire me and I want to finish it asap before I lose motivation or hit writer's block!

[astrow1zar6]

Sun + Moon Combo

Hot takes pt.2

Leo sun libra moon: talk about EXPENSIVE. But seriously though these people are super boujee. And if your love language isn’t gift giving or words of affirmation you can forget dating these folks. Relationships are usually pretty big for these people and they usually demand a lot of your attention. The types that love being shown off. Could be really good at cosmetics such as makeup, fashion, skin care ect. This placement gives Maddie from Euphoria. They usually don’t have a hard time attracting popularity due to their charming magnetism. I imagine ppl with this placement smell good asffff. However they can be very vain and superficial when it comes to the people they associate with. Could only go for attractive friends or partners which leads to surface level relationships. Could also be very materialistic.

Pisces sun Scorpio moon: oh lord lol. These people are very intense but quietly intense. Like they come off as sweet and soft spoken but you can feel this depth to them that you know is just lurking behind their sweet exterior. I describe these people to be like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. They seem innocent but lowkey be psychotic asf😭 they are kinda hard to get to know on a deep level due to their secretive nature. It’s like u can sense their depth but it’s rare you’ll ever see it in the light. These people hide parts of themselves they believe is too intense for others to handle or they are just embarrassed/ashamed by certain parts of themselves. They can be pretty manipulative if you cross them. Silent treatments are very common with this combo, they could be the types to start drama then hide their hand. Usually big introverts. You should learn to show who you truly are without shame it will heal sooo much🫶🏽

Taurus sun cancer moon: I’d die to have this combo as my mother. I can imagine these people are AMAZING cooks and just overall good caregivers in general. This is a big homebody placement as well you don’t really see people with this combo always out and about. They feel their most comfortable and happiest when they are home with a fridge full of food and their favorite show playing. There make some of the most loyal partners and loving parents. Can have an issue with being a bit of a pushover (unless you got some fire in ur chart) due to their feminine nature they can be very passive and not stand up for what they believe is right all they time. Also because they value comfort (a lil too much) they can miss a lot of big opportunities because they don’t like uncertainty which can make taking risks scary as hell to them. But overall sweet placement.

Taurus sun libra moon: Soooo how does it feel to be Gods favorite? Huh 😤 I’d die to have this combo. With a Double Venus energy you can have a very charming and disarming personality. You are very approachable to most which is why you attract partners and friends to you like bees to honey. Can be very soft spoken and a little shy at first. Usually really good dancers/ singers. These people are usually pretty physically attractive as well and have a greater chance of becoming famous whether social media or people just noticing you for your looks in public. These people are not a fan of arguing/confrontation they usually try to avoid it at all costs. They have a tendency to push aways topics that really need to be dealt with for the sake of keeping the peace. They can also be a bit basic too in the things they like. They usually go for what’s trendy or popular not much creativity ngl. They can have a tendency to copy others. But overall very top tier combo.

Virgo sun Aqua moon: idk why I think of Jimmy Neutron when I see this combo 😭 I can imagine these folks to be very smart and wise beyond their years. Probably a very big “out the box” thinker. They give a bit of an aloof genius vibe. I can imagine these people having BIG god complexes. Could throw people off because you can make others feel pretty dumb or inferior at times. They usually don’t have a lot of friends in their circle because they tend to be picky. Big on intellectual talks and debates as well. Not the most romantic because they value freedom and independence over being held down. They are also pretty reserved so it’s harder for them to relate to people.

Gemini sun Sag moon: ik a secret hates to see you coming. This is the ultimate yapper placement. They are usually very loud and cheerful and are always down for a party. I never met someone with this combo who wasn’t a big extrovert. They are a little weird when things get too emotional I notice. Whether it’s talking about their feelings or sharing romantic feelings they are usually very uncomfortable expressing themselves in an emotional way. This lack of depth can cause your relationships to be kinda fake. They can talk a lot of shit about others as well and surround themselves with people who also talk a lot of shit or gossip a lot. These ppl imo give off a fake vibe but they are pretty fun to hang out with!

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I think the thing that impresses me the most about how Jimmy was handled is that the writers managed to make a character who is unequivocally irredeemable yet still has depth. When giving an awful character depth, you run the risk of it coming across as making excuses or trying to garner sympathy. Jimmy is not redeemable in the slightest, he’s not grey, yet he’s also not a one-dimensional bad guy you can just write off. I think that’s a very fine line and I commend the devs for that. He kind of reminds me of Clay Puppington, if you’re familiar with Moral Orel. Unsympathetic, but three-dimensional

Jimmy feels like a HUMAN and a real person, in a way that I feel would be a disservice to the game's writing to use the same writing classifications of "morally bad", "morally grey", "villain", "bad guy", when talking about him (and about any Mouthwashing character if we're being real).

YEAH CLAY PUPPINGTON IS A GOOD COMPARISON!! Very human yet such a fucked up horrible person who refused to NOT ONLY acknowledge his faults NOR take responsibility for all the shit he put his son through, constantly shifting blame onto something other than himself. But we also know he's been fucked up by the society he was conditioned in, and as a result feels like more than just a one-note, natural disaster of a villain.

Love it when the characters are humans

[high-voltage-rat]

Okay rvb gang real talk for a sec. I think y'all should put a little more thought into the way you draw and characterize Captain Butch Flowers. Specifically with regards to the widely accepted facecanon having native-coded features.

Facecanons in rvb generally fall under 2 categories: the ones based off of information about the person's race and background we receive in the canon, and ones that are purely headcanon, based on vibes. For example, we're told Simmons is Dutch-Irish, so it's common to draw him as a white redhead. Tucker being black is as close to directly stated as we ever get re: any of the reds and blues' races. But Sarge is often drawn as a white man despite no information being given about his race- it's usually chosen by the headcanoner based off the vibes we get from his behaviour.

So when it comes to Flowers, let's think for a second about how the fandom generally interprets his character. In canon, we see him on blue team making his soldiers a bit uncomfortable with his overly familiar behaviour, having a cheerful and upbeat demeanour. We also see him in PFL working with Wyoming to do recon, then getting hit with a tomahawk, throwing it back at the enemy, and then using his grenade launcher to bring down a crane and kill chain guy and girl. Later he's in charge of choosing soldiers to place in blood gulch, where we see he has no problem feeding soldiers through the fodder machine and covering up for Freelancer- including essentially killing Jimmy. What we see in fandom, though, is a guy who is cheerfully menacing, casually hyperviolent, bubbly facade, likes knives, 'probably has a torture basement', etc.

So I would like us to think for a moment about why, exactly, people took those vibes, that interpretation of his character, with the more violent aspects overinflated, and decided to draw him with native-coded features. I would like us all to take a second and consider the connotations behind the pile of art out there where a brown man with long dark hair in a braid is splattered in blood. To me, this particular choice just feels like another "native s*vage" trope, and I think it has really not been thought through.

Indigenous headcanons in rvb are admittedly pretty difficult. Rvb is a problematic media through and through, and there's always going to be something offensive in the way a character is portrayed. I myself hc the Grifs as kānaka maoli, due to them being from Hawai'i and Kaikaina's name- but between Grif's laziness and Kai's hypersexuality, it definitely falls into some other offensive stereotypes about indigenous people, and particularly native Hawaiians.

But to me, the distinguishing thing is that these are facets of their characters that have something deeper behind them- there are reasons for these traits that are explored both by canon and the fandom meta. Grif's laziness is a result of his personal struggle with having to care for his sister alone, as well as his general disdain for the army as an institution. Kai's sexuality is her way of seeking fun and connection in her life, likely in part due to feeling abandoned by their mother, and then by her brother. In the case of the Grifs, fandom treats them well by taking these established character traits, and not overinflating, but contextualizing them, and treating them as part of a larger whole. Grif is loyal to his friends, he's clever and observant when he's willing to show it. Kai is independent, business-savvy, and assertive. These other character aspects exist in the fandom portrayal, so their depictions don't feel like a glaring stereotype. In the right hands, with enough care and love, their negative traits can even be used to explore the impact of colonialism- how the stereotypes are based off the conditions and circumstances forced on us by its influence.

Flowers, on the other hand, has a fandom portrayal that feels like an artificial exaggeration of a single aspect of his canon character. There's very little depth behind it, no real contextualization- he hasn't been fleshed out by fandom, he's almost been reduced by it. Naturally, contextualization is going to be harder because he's a minor character and we don't hear much- if anything- about his background. But it is still an active choice by people who make fan content of him to emphasize certain traits, and it's thus far been the traits that fall into some very harmful tropes.

So my suggestion, as an indigenous person, is this. You don't have to change your facecanon, necessarily- but put some thought into it. Whether you're depicting him as an explicitly native person, or just with native-coded features, consider the connotations. Reconsider exaggerating his violent side so much: technically speaking, we've seen him kill 2 people somewhat indirectly, in the same mission that North killed like 5 in a similar manner and Tex literally murdered C.T. with a tomahawk. Do you emphasize their violence in the same way? Why did you choose to do so for Flowers? If you want him to be unsettling, his enthusiastic facilitation of PFL's activities in blood gulch and lack of qualms about using and discarding sim troopers is there to work with- something non-violent but no less sinister, something less aligned with common harmful stereotypes when applied to indigenous people, and much more founded in canon as a distinguishing part of his character.

Just stop to think "is this portrayal a reinforcement of the "native s*vage" trope?", and "is this really that founded in canon?". Think about whether someone with no experience in rvb fanon would look at your content and see more than a native guy in mystery blue guy's armour doing gratuitous violence for no reason.

Consider the less explored but canonical aspects of his character, flesh them out with headcanon. Sure, he killed chain guy and girl, but he also yanked a tomahawk out of his arm after falling from height and kept fighting- explore his resilience, what drives him. His strategic mind, using the environment against his enemies, carefully balancing the illusion surrounding blood gulch and constructing specific social dynamics. Hell, even delve into why he believes in Freelancer enough to do what he's done without issue. Flesh out your portrayal, dial back the singularity of the vibes you give him.

Indigenous people aren't exempt from being awful, or violent, or complicit in corrupt systems- but if you portray a native character that way without any depth or reason behind their choices, you often end up reinforcing a stereotype.

...and if gratuitous violence is what you want, if you like that creepy knife-obsessed murder guy, then yeah. Maybe consider changing your facecanon. Cause I'm a little tired of seeing characters who look like my people always soaked in blood and acting like they have innate uncontrolled urges to kill. Depictions like that about us were part of what formed the justification for our genocide, so please try not to perpetuate that.

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Chapter 10: Make You Mine

Thick fabric shielded my hands from the dirt and grime of helping Marylou with her spring gardening. The soil bag leaning on the center table, nearly empty as freshly potted plants surrounded the side-tables of the greenhouse. 

The cracked windows of the quaint structure allowed for the afternoon breeze to flow freely. The scent of fresh air clouded my nostrils, allowing me to greedily breathe in the scent. 

“They’ll all start blooming in no time!” Marylou cheers. She snips open the plant food bag on the center table. Her floral gloves reach into the bag, taking a heaping scoop of the brown material. “Thanks for your help, the boys aren’t big on gardening with me.” she adds. 

I give her a smile as I watch her walk around the greenhouse. She sprinkles the brown crumbles of plant food on each filled pot in an even layer. 

“Anytime, I had fun.” I remark. I set my gloved-hands on the center table, folding the soil bag closed.

“How’s my boy treatin’ ya?” she asks. My shoulders clench with nerves as I run my fingers along the wooden top of the table. 

“Matt’s very sweet.” I say softly. My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I watch as she claps her hands together, dust flying off the floral gloves. She peels each glove off of her hands carefully with her fingers. “He's just–he's very sweet.” I repeat. 

I follow her actions, removing the thick material covering my hands. I lay the gloves on the table before stretching my clammy hand in the cool spring air. I let my eyes wander down. My lips pull down into a slight pout as I see the blue paint chipping away at the tips of my nails. 

“He’s just like his father, isn’t he?” she quips. A light laugh escapes her lips. The word ‘father’ falling from her mouth makes my stomach clench with anxiety. 

I let my sweat ridden hands fall to my sides as I wipe the dampness on the sides of my hips. The denim soaks in the light layer of sweat. 

“Ya know,” she takes the folded soil bag from in front of me, bending down and placing it on a low shelf. “--it’s a very small world.” she retorts. She stands back up, placing her hands on the side of the dirty table. 

“When you showed me that picture of you as a kid, I knew I recognized you. George is your dad, right?” she asks. 

My nails grip in my palms, the crescent shape stinging with a pronounced pressure. I take a deep breath, unclenching my hands. I let my fingers lay on the wooden top of the table, looking down and analyzing the dirt hidden within the cracks of the dry wood. 

“Um, yeah.” I replied. I keep my eyes glued to the table, picking the dirt out from underneath my blue nails. A slight sting makes me flinch. I flip the finger over, seeing the irritated redness pulsing in between the crease of my nail and skin. 

“Jimmy and him actually went to high school together. Along with Bethany.” I flinch at the name. My eyes squinting shut as I take a deep breath. When’s the last time I heard my mother’s name? 

“I heard of her passing from a friend, that must’ve been hard being so young.” My eyes flicker open at the sudden brush of her hand grazing my arm. Her hand squeezes comfortingly and I let a heavy breath fall from my lips. 

“When Jimmy told me George was at the work meeting with him--I finally connected the dots.” she adds. My eyes bulge in surprise as I look over at her. “--they work together?” I say. 

Her head bobs up and down. “Yup! They haven’t quite returned to being buds again–but I’m sure they’ll be watching football together soon, just like old times.” she says. The reminiscent smile on her face reaches to a far depth in my mind, pulling out the recent events that I had been willing myself to forget. 

Fuck football. What the hell was so interesting about the stupid sport?

My head sways down towards my shoulder as I swallow thickly. Her hand on my bicep falls back onto the table, slapping down on the wood softly.

“My home is always open to you, okay? Jimmy and him may have had a falling out all those years ago, but you’re a sweet girl.” she says.

A falling out? 

I let my face contort into confusion before returning to a neutral expression as her eyes meet my face. She reaches up, placing a hand on my shoulder with a tight squeeze. “--come over anytime. Hang out with the boys, help me garden–anything. My door is always open. Got it?” she asks. 

I nod at her kind words. “Got it.” I repeat. Her hand pats on my shoulder gently, a touch soft, yet affirmative. A wave of relief and confusion washes in my mind. 

I was grateful for the added assurance of her home being a safe getaway. I hadn’t slept over again since the day I had tried to talk to my dad. Matt had assured me time and time again that it was fine–but I didn’t want to linger too long in their home. Her sincere words made the rush of anxiety silent, a quiet peace bringing few thoughts in my mind. 

Why did my dad and Jimmy have a ‘falling’ out? 

_

Matt had waited impatiently for me to be done gardening with his mother. As soon as I had knocked on his bedroom door, he had pulled me into his arms within seconds. I happily accepted his embrace. 

He buried his face in the crook of my neck with a heavy inhale. I push him back by the chest, laughing at his offended expression covering his face. “I probably smell like dirt.” I point out. 

He shakes his head swiftly, pulling my hand in his own. I furrow my eyebrows with confusion as he walks, pulling me behind his steps as I follow mindlessly. “Here,” he grabs me by the shoulders, pushing me down as I plop down on the brown comforter. 

“Now,” his hand reaches towards his nightstand. He grabs the cologne bottle, twisting off the top before turning the spray mechanism towards me. "Problem sol--"

I cut off his sentence, placing my hand in front of the nozzle. “Matt–no. That’s yours.” I remark. He shrugs his shoulders, pulling my hand back. I hear the spray, smelling pine and spices “What’s mine, is yours. I mean–look at you.” I hear him chuckle lightly as a blush coats my cheeks with a tingling warmth. 

“Hey!” I playfully push against his stomach. He laughs, clutching his hand over mine as he sets the bottle back onto his nightstand. “--I was wearing my own clothes when I came over, you made me change.” I point out. 

His small laughs echo through the small room. The sun beaming in through the window with a golden glow. He pulls my hand up to his lips, kissing through his giggles. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing.” he says. 

I shake my head with a growing smile. The room falls silent with a tense aura. The peaceful quiet clouding with sounds of his lips pressing against my hand with soft kisses. 

“I really like you.” he whispers against my hand. I look up at him through my lashes, see his lips frozen into a soft smile. “I really, really like you.” he continues. 

I hum in content, letting his lips kiss further up my arm. “How much?” I tease. His eyes flicker to mine with a shy blush covering his cheeks.

“A lot, trust me.” He whispers under his breath. “Want me to show you?” he offers. His sweet tone makes my stomach swarm with a warming excitement as I nod my head firmly. 

“Show me.” I quip. 

_

The walk on the familiar path was peaceful. The comfortable silence consumed the air as anticipation filled my mind. Our feet scuffled along the dirt until he guided me onto the grass. 

As he pulled me to the familiar tree, my feet stammered on the ground with hesitation. The familiar branches tauntingly swaying in the light breeze, making a lump form in my throat as I try to swallow. 

“Do you trust me?” I nod without hesitation at his question. His lips curl into a smile before he squeezes my hand tightly. “Close your eyes for me, okay?” I let my eyes fall shut as his hand wrapped around my back, pulling me into his side with a secure hold on my waist. 

The closeness of our bodies envelopes from my neck up in a warm flush. I let my feet stumble as he guides me forward, gripping onto his shirt with a tight fist. I hear the rustle of the familiar willow branches. My grip automatically bunches up his shirt more in my hand as my breath hitches with anxiety. 

“Trust me.” he whispers. My breath falls from my lips as my lip quivers slightly. I’m fucking nervous. The wound had healed from on my arm a couple of days ago, but the itching sensation on my arm reminded me of the stupid splinter. 

“Just take a couple steps forward for me, okay?” My feet feel embedded into the grass beneath me. I make no movement to step forward. I feel his hand rub on the small of my back, applying the slightest bit of pressure. 

“I got you–don’t worry.” he voices. I finally feel one of my feet lift and step forward. His hand on my back soothing my nerves as I let my mind build up courage. 

He’s never not caught me before–I’m safe with him. The thought of a splinter doesn’t even scare me nearly as much with him holding me. 

My body echoes my thoughts as my other foot places a step in front of the other one. “One more step, come on.” he encourages with a soft tone. My foot feels lighter as I step forward nearly effortlessly. He makes it so easy. 

I hear the branches fall from behind me. The heat of his chest radiates onto my back, the scent of pine and spices becoming even more potent. I feel him shift from behind me, a sudden fan of his breath sending shots of electricity to my fingertips. 

“Look,” he whispers. I let my eyes flutter open. The rough tree trunk stands sturdily in front of me. The curtain of willow branches blocks some of the golden sunlight. I let my eyes wander down the trunk of the tree. 

BE MINE? 

The carved letters are inside of a heart shape. The rough marks hammered in the tree with deep, sharp lines. My weight falls back onto his chest as his arms cage around me. 

“I wanna be able to call you mine, Y/n.” he whispers against my ear. My heart pulses with excitement. I turn my head, meeting his gaze as he stands crouched down to my ear. 

“What do you say, hm?” he pushes. I let the smile form on my lips with a frantic nod of my head. I turn myself in his arms, placing my hands on the tops of his shoulders in a swift notion. 

“I’m all yours, Matt.” I breathe out. His eyes gleam down at mine with a genuine sincerity. His lips curl into a grin as his eyes squint with adoration. “I mean–look at me.” I joke. 

I feel his shoulder vibrate under my hands with a rumble of his laughter. “I know, you look perfect.” he says. His hands cage around me tighter, pulling my chest against his as my hands grip onto his shoulders tighter. “--wearing my clothes, with my cologne on you.” he adds. 

I shake my head in amusement, rubbing my hands down on his chest. “You like it that much, huh?” I tease. He nods eagerly, making the giggle slip from my lips effortlessly. 

“You wanna know what I really like, Matt?” I ask. His eyes gleam down at mine with a dazzling haze. I pull myself up with my hands on his shoulders, standing on my toes as I graze my lips against his ears. 

His hands squirm to my waist desperately as I plant a soft kiss along the rim of his ear lobe. His grip tightens as I run my nose down his jawline. I trail my way back up to his ear, his shaky breath stammering out of his mouth. 

“I really like you. I like your soft hair, your gentle hands, and I love–” I let my feet plant themselves flat on the ground. His eyes are shut with a blissed-out look across his face. My hand wanders up to his chin, his pupils dilating as his eyes meet mine once more.

“--I love being yours.” I finish, brushing his hair on the side of his head. His throat bobs with a large gulp. “Really?” He breathes out. I nod my head, smoothing the shirt on his chest. “Really.” I add. 

His eyes fall to my lips evidently as I observe his tongue lick over his bottom lip. The needy action sends shocks of blissful desire to my gut. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. He looks at me for permission.

“I’m yours, Matt–kiss me like I’m yours.” I announce. His actions hold no hesitation. He leans down, his lips meeting mine with a fulfilling surge of happy emotions. 

I taste the subtle hint of my mint chapstick on our lips synchronizing together. His heartbeat pulses beneath my palms on his chest, curating at a quick pace. My skin crawls with the sensation of his desperate lips devouring mine, his tongue slipping between my lips with ease. 

His tongue darting between my lips makes my knees buckle slightly. I reach around, threading my hand in his hair. His arms embracing me made me hostage to the pleasurable sensation. 

I tilt my chin upward, chasing his lips as our chests heave against each other. The kiss breaks for only a second as I gasp for air. His lips fall back onto mine with desperation and need as his hands grip tighter and tighter around my waist. 

It’s intoxicating the way his lips feel against mine. Air seems secondary to the thrill of his tongue exploring my mouth. I let my teeth clamp down teasingly on his bottom lip. The vibration of his soft groan makes my fingers gasp harder into his hair as my stomach erupts with butterflies. 

“Fuck.” he mutters. His lips trail down to my neck with an urgency. The wet smacks of his mouth sounding as a damp sensation of his lingering kiss makes me shiver in his hold. “--can’t get enough of you.” he mumbles against my neck. 

The statement rolls down my body with delight, gathering in the pit of my stomach with pure lust. “Good thing I’m yours then, huh? I remark breathlessly. He hums against my neck, my pulse under the vibration of his lips. 

Fuck, I need more–I need him. “Matt,” I whisper out. He hums mindlessly, his lips devouring the skin on my neck with sloppy kisses. “Matt, we’re outside!” I point out. A laugh slips from my lips as he grunts, refusing to stop his lips from sucking on my collarbone lightly. 

“Matt!” I exclaim. I push at his chest, his lustful eyes pleading silently. His lips are slightly swollen and more flushed. The sight of his parted lips panting makes my mouth salivate. 

“Please? You’re mine, right?” he argues. My head sways from left to right as I lean my forehead onto his chest. The laughter slips from my mouth as his hand cradles the back of my head. 

“Let’s go inside, Matt.” I direct. I pull away, seeing a slight pout of his face before he nods his head begrudgingly. “--this was so sweet, thank you.” I voice. He gives me a small smile as I cup his cheek with my hand. 

“I wanted to make you feel special, you deserve it.” he says. My heart swells at the man in front of me. His rough, calloused hands enclosed around mine in a gentle manner as the silk worlds fall from his lips like honey. 

“Why don’t you take me inside and make me feel more special?” I taunt. His eyes practically bulge from his head. His feet make quick movements as he lifts up the array of willow branches. 

I walk underneath, my feet barely coming to a halt as he tugs me by the hand. “Wait–Matt!” I exclaim. The dirt dusts beneath our feet from the scurried pace. 

We come to the sliding back door as he swiftly nudges it open. The golden hue of the sky falls to a darker shade with each passing second.

 “Come on.” he says. He shuts the door behind us, tugging me again until he pushes me into his room. The slight nudge makes me fall on my back, flat on the soft comforter of his bed. 

I hear him kick the door shut softly, a click of the lock making my skin crawl with excitement. He turns around with lust filled eyes. My chest heaves up and down with dramatic movements as I attempt to catch my breath. I lift myself up by my elbows as he stalks towards the end of the bed. 

He inserts his leg between mine, propping his knee up as he hovers over me. The silver horse chain dangles slightly from his neck. I look up at him, his eyes clouded with desire. I let my eyes flutter close as his soft lips graze mine. 

The soft peck returns with more passion, more lust. The energy of his movement curates a thick tension that weighs on the pit of my stomach as heat builds in between my legs. I intertwine my hands into his hair, tugging at the roots. 

I smile at the minty collision of our lips against each other. The perfect unison leaves me breathless, my lungs screaming for air. I break the kiss as his lips hungrily trace their way back onto my neck. I feel his teeth clamp down on the skin, a feeling so pleasurable my mind nearly goes completely blank. 

“Matt,” I pant out heavily, pushing down on his shoulder. “--don’t leave marks, my dad will see.” I direct. His suction breaks from my neck with a groan of frustration falling from his lips. His wet kisses travel down, beneath my collarbone. 

“Guess I’ll just have to put them where he can’t see, hm?” he voices. His tongue brushes against the underside of my collarbone. The air sticking to the damp skin, the cool sensation making my hands scratch lightly on his scalp. 

“Can I?” he asks. His fingers are brushing against my stomach, looped around the hem of the sweatshirt on me. I reach down, placing my hand on top of his. Our eyes met, his lips parted with heavy breaths falling out of his mouth. 

“I’m yours, aren’t I?” I remark. I guide his hand with my own, dragging the material over my chest. I slip my arms out of the sleeve, quickly discarding the material somewhere on his floor. I watch as his eyes trail up and down my body. 

“Fuck.” he whispers. He leans down, a sloppy line of kisses making a path up my stomach and stopping right beneath my breast. His hand reaches out, clasping around my ribcage, his tight hold grazing the bottom of my bra. “--so perfect.” he mumbles. 

His bottom half rests in between my legs, his lower stomach pressing against the heat scorching radiating off where I longed for his touch the most . The pressure against me makes my hips swivel subconsciously in the slightest, searching for a getaway of relief from the building tension. A soft moan escapes my mouth. 

The wet sensation of his lips kissing the tops of my breasts makes my racing heart beat echo in my ears. The sloppy sounds of his mouth against my skin filling the room. 

My hips grind mindlessly onto his lower abdomen. I feel his tongue linger down my stomach, stopping at the hem of my baggy jeans. His fingers dance fervently on the material. I bring my hand down, guiding his hand until I feel the cold metal button. 

“Are you sure?” he voices. I swallow thickly, the overwhelming stir of emotions unraveling with anticipation. 

“Touch me.” I croak. I feel the jeans come looser at the sound of a zipper. I lift my hips as he pulls the material down my legs. 

The cool air doesn’t affect my burning skin. I hear the jeans being tossed carelessly onto the floor as his hands wrap around my ankles.

In one swift movement, he pulls me to the edge of the bed. His nose grazes up my leg, stopping as he lifts them onto his shoulders. The feeling of his breath fanning on my inner thigh makes me squirm into the bed. His hands wrap around the underside of my thighs, pushing my hips into the soft mattress.

“--can’t tell if I wanna taste you,” he trails off, letting his lips smother my thigh with his saliva with soft kisses. “--or if I want you to struggle kissing me back while I stretch you with my fingers.” he finishes.

The sinful words fall from his lips with a raspy voice. My gut coils with an undefinable desire. His hands gripping at my hips dig tighter as my hips swivel in search of relief. “Think I’ll do both, yeah?” he rasps out. 

A sudden press of his lips against my clit through my underwear makes my back arch off the bed with a jolt. My hands tug at the roots of his hair as he hums against me. 

His hands move to the hem of my underwear. I lift my hips, hearing him let out a chuckle at the desperate action. The fabric slides down slowly. I look up at him, his eyes gleaming down to mine with a savoring look. 

I feel the fabric slide off completely from my body. The cold air brushing against my wet folds as he pulls my legs back onto his shoulders. His hands make their way up the outer sides of my thighs, hooking his fingers back onto my writhing hips. 

“Try to be quiet, okay?” I mumble a quick hum, immediately gasping at his teeth biting gently into the soft skin of my thigh. His lips envelope around with a wet suction, sucking gently. The sensation makes my gut clenches at the pleasure. 

My head digs itself in the soft pillowy comforter as my mouth hangs wide open. I grasp onto his hair, willing myself to stay silent desperately. He trails his tongue upward, stopping right below my wet folds. 

I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down as he suctions his cheeks inward. His eyes meet mine as his tongue darts out from his mouth. The drip of saliva meets my heat as I bite down on my bottom lip. 

His eyes stay trained on mine as his tongue meets my folds. A swift lick with the pink muscle sends my head flying back into the bed sheets. 

“Oh.” I moan. I bring one of my hands up, biting down on my fist as his tongue swirls around my heat. Pure satisfaction from the feeling of his devouring me. 

I feel the vibrations of his moans against me. My own moans are muffled by my hand, but get louder as I feel myself get lost in the paradise of his face between my legs. 

My other hand fists the sheets in a tight grip, darting to his hair as he sucks on my sensitive bud. A high-pitched moan escapes my lips as I feel him let out a soft laugh from beneath me. 

“Feels good, hm?” I nod breathlessly, swerving my hips against the bed. His hands unravel from my hips. “Matt, what are–” My words are cut off by his lips being placed on mine. 

He hovers above me as one of his hands trails down my sides. I move my mouth against his hungrily, the lingering touch of his fingertips creating a path of goosebumps. 

His hand passes beneath my belly button, the anticipation intensifying as I wrap my hands in his hair. Passion in our lips as the wet smacking sounds float in the room. 

My mouth falls open as his hand reaches into my folds. “Fucking perfect–so fucking perfect.” he grumbles out. His lips clash onto mine as I attempt to keep pace with him.

My movements fall short as his thumb circles around my sensitive bud. My hands fall to his shoulder, clutching the shirt on his skin. “Please–take this off.” I mumble. 

My hips shift subconsciously as he kneels on the bed. The shirt is thrown to the floor in one swift movement. Matt comes back down, trailing kisses up from my neck as his hand grips onto my jaw, titling the area for better access. 

His finger reattached to my swollen clit, a moan escaping my mouth fervently at the gratification. “Shh.” he mumbles under his breath. His lips plant back onto my own as I let myself chase his hand with my hips. 

The pure harmony of his movements curates a knot in my stomach as I feel the familiar sensation of tightening in my gut. My mouth falls open against his, his hand cradling around my head, pushing me into the crook of his neck.

“Matt.” I breathe out. My lips press against his bare shoulder, parting open at the heavenly pleasure. I feel a finger slip into me, my walls clenching hard as I adjust to the added sensation. 

“That’s it, relax for me, sweetheart.” he rasps. My chest arches into him as his heavy pants fan on the side of my head. I feel myself pull him in as he curves his finger upward. 

A sinful noise escapes my mouth before I react instinctively, letting my teeth clamp around his shoulder. “Fuck, keep doing that.” he mutters. 

He starts slowly thrusting into me, curling his finger to massage the spot that makes my gut clench with ecstasy. “Fuck, Matt, 'm feels so good.” I choke out. My mouth returns to his shoulder as I feel a sudden push of added pressure. 

“I know, baby, I know.” he coos. The stretch fills me with contentment and thrill as my hips grind on his hand. He curls the digits inside of me, focusing on massaging the spongy part of my walls that makes my breath hitch in my throat. 

“Fuck.” he groans out. I loosen my teeth from his shoulder, my head digging into the mattress as my muscles go stiff. 

“I’m gonna–” The words don’t escape my lips as my limbs tighten. Pleasure envelopes my entire body, sending me into an unforgettable high as his fingers move in sync with his thumb. 

Everything feels so good. His teeth are lightly biting down on my earlobe, soft groans spilling from his mouth as I dig my nails into his back helplessly. My mouth hangs open as I climb down my high, gasping for air as my body falls limp into the mattress. 

His head hangs in the crook of my neck as he slowly pulls his fingers out of my clenched walls. The squealing sound is barely heard over our gasping breaths. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. I nod breathlessly, as he pulls his weight off of me. My chest heaves as I slowly catch my breath. I feel the mattress shift from beneath me, opening my eyes to see him walking into his bathroom.

I pout at the distance. I hear the facet turn on. I push the hair sticking to my forehead back. 

The facet water halts as I hear his footsteps. My eyes meet his figure as he spreads my limp legs back open. The dampened, cold cloth makes me hiss from the sensitivity. “--’m sorry.” he mumbles. 

He drops my legs back carefully, setting the limb down softly on the mattress. I watch as he throws the cloth into his laundry hamper in his closet. As he turns back around, his eyes meet mine with flushed cheeks. 

“Can I–can I hold you?” he asks shyly. I can’t help but let the giggle fall from my lips at his switch in demeanor.

The bulge is apparent in his sweats as my eyes wander down. A tinge of sadness piles in my mind. He reaches down, holding out a shirt for me. I gasp onto the fabric, quickly pulling it over my head.

As my eyes search for him, he stands with my underwear in hand at my feet. I let him pull the garment up, lifting my hips as he guides the cotton fabric. 

“Is that a yes?” he asks. I feel a pout form on my lips. I nod with an uncertainty clouding over my emotions. The sudden high falling to a low pit of guilt.

“Hey,” he lays down next to me, his bare bare wrapping around my shoulders as he pulls me into his chest. “--what’s wrong?” he asks. 

My brain fogs with overwhelming emotions. “I…aren’t I supposed to give you something?” I voice with uncertainty. Matt pulls me back until my eyes meet his. 

“What?” he asks. He shakes his head as his lips form into a tight line. “Nope–no. It wasn’t transactional. I wasn’t doing it because I wanted something in return, that’s never gonna be the case.” he explains. 

I nod hesitantly as he caresses the side of my face with his hand delicately. “Now, let me hold my girlfriend.” he states proudly. 

The smile tugs on my lips as I let my head fall to his chest. His heartbeat hammers at a steady beat. His silk sheets don’t compare to his skin against mine. There’s nothing softer than his rough, calloused hands. 

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MASTERLIST 👇🏻

CHARACTER ANALYSES;

in depth character headcanons.

uniform analysis

Swansea name breakdown.

Anya Analysis

Jimmy and Curly Scene Analysis.

JIMMY FICS;

Addicted. [ yandere! jimmy darkfic ]

Begging on her knees to be popular. [ Jimmy x celebrity! Girlfriend. tw ]

Jimmy spousal Headcanons. [ Tw ]

Jimmy gets the reader pregnant on tulpar. [ dark ]

Jimmy x Air-headed! Reader.

Captain! Jimmy x Co-Pilot! Reader. [ darkfic ]

Sex with jimmy [ hcs ] [ tw ]

Your own age. [ uncle! Jimmy darkfic ]

Tainted. [ Jimmy x Curly's wife! Reader darkfic ]

Jimmy with a reader who enables him.

Touch Starved! Jimmy

Jimmy x Abusive! Reader.

WHOLE CREW;

Flustered. [ Crew x young! & flirty! reader ]

Melting the Ice away. [ Crew x older! reader ]

Perfection. [ Crew x insecure! reader ]

What Languages can the crew speak?

Caught. [ Crew members catching you masterbating ]

The crew members reactions to reader accidentally killing jimmy.

The crew members reactions to reader dating jimmy.

The crew members reactions to seeing hickeys on you.

Crew members being jealous!

Crew members most to least rough in bed.

How handsy are the crew members?

Crew reacting to jimmy treating only the reader nicely.

Reader walking in on Crew members touching themselves.

Crew Members x Aggressive! Reader.

Professor! Crew Members x Student! Reader. ( College AU )

CAPTAIN CURLY;

My own piece of heaven. [ Husband! Curly x Chubby! Reader ]

SWANSEA;

This fucking Intern. [ Swansea x Intern! Reader ]

Swansea having a crush on the reader scenario

SMAU! MASTERLIST.

Reader accidentally sending sexy pics to the Crew.

Reader asking the crew to buy her pads.

Christmas Edition!

Reader sending the Crew members h*rny texts.

INCORRECT QUOTES

Jimmy Affection.