#i have to put that disclaimer in every. single. drawing of two or more people i do

[constellation-skirmishes]

they're arguing over the best paramore albums

anakin: All We Know Is Falling & Brand New Eyes & This Is Why

ahsoka: After Laughter & Riot! & Paramore

ani: of course i'm right you overgrown, hairless tooka-kit

soka: NUH-UH !!

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 5

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Glenn is the goofiest sexiest character there is and I will die on this hill! I will ride into battle for him! what Dndads created is truly unique and Glenn is a key part of that and for that he deserves to win. I said it before and I'll say it again - GLENN SWEEEEEP

Can we talk about how he says ‘baby’ casually? Like he just calls people that?? That’s HOT. THAT IS HOT!! He’s also bilingual and knows Japanese!!!! He’s a big dumb idiot with a lot of charisma!!!!!! HE WORKED AT A BDSM PLACE FOR TWO SEPARATE ONE SHOTS. HES SO SAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE HE’S CHILL ALL THE TIME!! HE DOESN’T THINK OF HIMSELF AS SINGLE BECAUSE HE DIDN’T DIVORCE HIS DEAD WIFE!!! He’s like.. the perfect guy. We need this win.

I’d also like to add the fact I made this. Which is the first 11 episodes edited to (almost) only have Glenn in them <3 which is a level of insanity I hope to reiterate. These took hours to make. I wouldn’t do that for anyone else.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea):

Middle aged woman who punches sharks to death. My hero

If you love me you'll vote for amber gris I swear to everything holy on earth amen

Amber is butch, instant win

Amber Gris has a negative charisma modifier and she pissed her pants on purpose in order to trick a guard and knock him out. She tied up a dude. She once killed an evil magic shark (they're out for murder. not like real sharks) by punching it and then picked it up and smashed it into another shark, also killing it. She talks in a southern accent. She calls people guppy because it indicates a lack of respect. She has a big pair of magical green arms that come from her stomach. She got a fancy jacket and immediately ripped its sleeves off. She has a gay thing going on with one of the political leaders in the city. She gets in fights with people and doesnt do vulnerability and tries to lay low and not get in any social trouble she doesn't have to. She jumped through a portal into a new world because she could. She's now the god of said world, alone with only afformentioned political leader, who was previously possessed and she had to fight. She spends her time in a bar called the Cloaca. She calls people she doesn't like claspers, because it means shark penis. She and her friend, an old man named Uncle Joshy, sneak attack each other and yell VIBE CHECK! She tries to talk fancy to impress people and she's really bad at it (verily).

She’s everything and more. She’s irreverent. She punches sharks for a living. She becomes God. What more do you need in a butch.

amber gris propaganda: she is straightup the physical embodiment of "women want me, fish fear me." also she's an appalachian post apocalyptic sea captain. that's just objectively cool.

AMBER GRIS IS PUNCHES SHARKS AND IS (one of) THE MOST BADASS BLACK WOMEN PCS IN DND SHOWS IVE EVER SEEN. SHES INCREDIBLE AND A WIN FOR DYKES EVERYWHERE

amber's creator said she was based off of the type of working-class woman you commonly see in appalachia where "this is the sort of woman that you see walking past CVS, and you know that a truck could hit her and it would just split around her as she continued to go pick up whatever she had to do that day." and that's pretty hot

guys Amber becomes lesbian god of the new world with her childhood “”friend””

#amber gris is LITERALLY a middle-aged butch #she would win this entire tournament in a just world

Last time Amber got horny was when she killed that shark

"it was a savage bummer though, don't-- trust me, there's nothing that great about a history. You know? I got one. What did I do, killed a bunch of sharks? Last time I got horny, god and christ I can't even tell you-- well, it was when I killed that shark. But! Hey. We're all just kinda figuring it out."

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia):

She's a hot elf with mushrooms growing on her. She has 1 level of barbarian. She's bisexual. She shapeshifted into a dragon and ate a god.

how tf does the post not mention Moonshine’s giant boobs her greatest asset

Moonshine has canonically gone down on a woman for a solid hour without asking for anything in return. Moonshine edged a dryad just by kissing them. Moonshine faced down someone being controlled to kill everyone in his path and told him if he still wanted to hurt her, she would take his blows as a friend. Moonshine makes jambalaya for her family and friends. Moonshine mispronounced someone’s name for a month and that woman still wanted to hook up with Moonshine. These are just a few of the reasons why Moonshine is sexy.

shes illiterate

canonically huffs dirty water from a bong

has big tatas

wears a belly chain with a demon trapped in it

almost became the queen of hell

ate a god

turned into a pregnant moose & gave birth

The woman she went down on for an hour asking nothing in return is still hung up on her, 200 years later. Moonshine is unmatched

To be clear the woman whose name Moonshine mispronounced for a month and then hooked up with is the same woman she went down on for an hour, and the same woman who is still flustered over her 200 years later. The rizz is unparalleled. She’s also incredibly kind and accepting of others, and goes out of her way to bolster her friends. The party always requests one big bed.

moonshine cybin is a druid who learned counterspell through sheer force of will. moonshine cybin turned one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse into a dolphin, flew him 60 feet up into the air, dropped him on the ground, and then spit spores into his face to kill him. moonshine cybin turned into a dragon and bit the head off of a double god. moonshine cybin was willing to confine herself to an eternal hell to save the world. moonshine cybin is a dragon rider. you know what you must do.

Amber and Moonshine Together

Look at them. They should not have to fight when they could be gay instead. Imagine the power they would have combined... Every lesbian in a hundred mile radius of the post would swoon. It may be an odd alliance, but from an Ethersea fan to Bahumia fans, i believe this will strengthen both our odds. I have always been insane about Amber Gris but through this poll I have also learned about Moonshine and come to love her too. Take my hand... We can do this together...

OKAY HEAR ME OUT MOONSHINE AND AMBER WOULD GET ALONG SO WELL

appalachian sapphic solidarity!

Art of Amber and Moonshine from @pirateknight.

[buwheal]

[You've Got Mail!]

You can now send your favorite salesman emails!! YAY!!

Here's some rules and information about the askbox.

First and foremost;

I try to answer as many asks as I can, but I will not answer every single one. Sometimes I just cant do anything with it that will work realistically with the perimeters of the world, and I apologize!! Its nothing against you guys!!

(Unless you break the rules ofc.)

So if you dont see yours after a long while, it’s probably something that wont work, sorry! You can always send more than one ask whenever and see if that one works instead!

Besides that, here’s the rest of what you need to know!

[RULES] :

Spamton physically PRINTS OUT each "email", so dont send asks that have a physical interaction. Sorry! Thats just how i decided to set up the world/situation, and is not really anything against you guys :-)

(more of a request than a rule tbh) Preferably try to send real questions or statements. most joke asks are funny, but are surprisingly hard to create an in character response for. You can still send joke asks if you really want to, just dont expect an answer X-P

I know he may be a personification of spam emails... BUT DONT SPAM!!! I mean it! It clogs the askbox and is a real pain. You can send him more than one ask, though, as long as you arent repetitively sending a ton in a short burst!!

Dont be sexual or romantic, please! Even "As a joke". I dont like Spamton like that and it makes me uncomfortable, plus I can't really answer that in character in a way that wouldnt provoke more of that. Thank you!!

Be respectful and patient!! I am just one person doing everything, lol, and this got far more popular than anticipated, so i will take a long time. I try my best to get at least one out every other day but i'll need breaks eventually!!!

I cannot spawn or give/spawn/materialize things for/to Spamton if you ask because of the way it’s set up. You are really just lines of text from a computer to Spamton, BUT... You can still do a lot if you think outside the box. or,, errr,, outside the computer. Kind of. Your words and your actions affect him and his reactions to you, so word it correctly and you can get him to do something or say something. Hes not stupid though, and he CAN usually tell when your intentions are... less.. than good.

[INFORMATION] :

[YGM!] is technically an AU!!! not only do the events of the game not occur, but this is also set before then!

Asks are put out one a day, regardless if i have more than one, UNLESS i need to connect two(or more) to complete one event.

I am one person doing every ask and every unique frame of art, so expect 1 ask (If youre lucky, two) maybe every other day Monday-Friday depending on my workload per day. I have weekends off so more asks, around 2-3, CAN (but usually arent) be done for future use.

This is just for fun!! I am using the askbox to exercise my drawing consistency, Spamton's personality, and the way he speaks and responds to different situations! This is a way I am using to improve my understanding of him as a character, so it wont be always consistent as I am growing and learning!

Just a little disclaimer, he WILL be mean. He is a sour, nasty, grumpy, bastard and I am absolutely not opposed to him responding as such. Just keep that in mind when sending an ask if you dont want that!

If you want a common outcome, talk to other people about it! go crazy! I dont mind long threads on my posts if you want to create a plan. Infact, I can even help and tell you things occasionally!!

What you say to him DOES and WILL affect the way he responds. Trust is lost far easier than it is gained, so keep this in mind. It is possible to regain his trust, but still hard. He is not a trusting person to begin with and being mean certainly doesnt help. BUT.. I am not opposed to being mean. Infact, they are quite fun to do. Either way is entertaining for me, so do as you will. YOU can choose to hurt or help him.

Using tone tags, while not required, are really helpful and assist me in understanding the intention in your ask if you think it may be interpreted another way! (i.e. sarcasm) :-)!!

I pick and choose asks depending on his situation, or if i have a good idea for a response, so you may need to wait a bit before i can get to yours!! Ones that i have an idea for take priority, especially when its to progress a scene. Or, alternatively, i am saving your ask for something i have planned.

I WILL reuse frames and poses to get these out faster and for my convienence :-) especially for the frames where there is no need to change his pose! So like.. dont think too hard about it lol.

Also, i prefer if you specify if the ask is for me /or/ Spamton. I do still do normal asks, lol. If its for me, just let me know!! I can usually tell, but most asks will be interpreted as for Spamton. I appreciate ones that start with his name before said thing is asked/stated specifically!! (i.e. "Spamton, __ __ __")

I wont be consistent with the way its answered. Sometimes it's one panel, sometimes its a couple panels, or sometimes they're animated gifs!! It varies depending on what i feel, so if youre lucky you can get a gif, lol. Those take longer usually though. Ive mostly switched to a gif formatting rather than multiple panels in a comic style, for the formatting! The animation quality can vary :-)

Thats about it!! Have fun!! ^_^

[fabbyf1]

Hi!

I’m not sure of this is how to go about this correctly.

I’m not sure what your position is on others drawing inspiration/directly from your incredible fan fiction writing but, on Ao3 there is a fic called ❤️lestappen- One shorts💙 by lestapeeen. The most recent chapter (14) is very similar to the monza chapter of long live(twwct) specifically the piggy back and proposal promise. some of the dialogue is exactly the same.

I figured you should know. If it’s a cool with you or if you knew already, sorry to be a bother.

DISCLAIMER: This post, by no means, is asking for ANYBODY to send this author mentioned (and tagged) below hate. On anon or main. I have been pretty damn clear with my feelings on the matter below. They know what they've done, and I won't stand for it. Nobody needs to make this worse by sending them death threats. With that out of the way, let's deep dive, shall we?

YOU KNOW WHAT?

First off, god bless you, bestie. God BLESS you. I want to smooch you on your incredibly wonderful forehead. Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. I cannot be everywhere at once and cannot possibly read every fanfic posted to AO3, but it's not fucking cool for people to straight-up plagiarize my shit.

Secondly, I'd like to ask that if ANY of my followers come across something that looks very suspiciously similar to my fics, please let me know. You can for sure send it on anon, or send me a dm.

Now, with that being said, I clicked on this fucking fic not knowing what to think. I went into it with a pretty open mind, knowing that there are quite a few authors currently posting fics that are verrrrrrrrrrry similar to my writing style. I've gotten pretty close to calling a few of these authors out but haven't for a few reasons.

Fanfics based on the same ship, in the same canon setting, are always going to be... let's use the word "similar" here. The plot can only change so much when you're following canon events, you know? I don’t write AUs, so I’m only going off canon-inspired fics. My fics generally follow along with canon timelines and therefore, other author’s fics that follow the same timeline are going to be... similar. I get that and accept that.

Characterizations are bound to be... well, fuck it, let's use that word "similar" again. I'm gonna be pretty forgiving when someone's Max is damn near the same as my Max because one: I'm a good and forgiving person, and two: I think my characters (while totally fucking fictional) are very life-like to the real person. So, with that in mind, when I read a fic with characterizations similar to mine... I will usually give somebody grace... and accept that maybe, just possibly, they see Max Verstappen (the person) the same way I do (fictionally) and it’s a big old coincidence that our fics read so similar. You know? Does that make sense?

But with all that being said, I’m not a fucking idiot. 

And honestly? I give more grace than I should on this goddamn website. (lmfao, respectfully.) This is sadly not the first time that somebody has very much written in my likeness, and I know it won't be the last. But this is definitely the boldest version of plagiarism I've seen. I haven’t clicked on any chapter except for 14, and I heavily skimmed the first part, but let’s take a little deep dive into some of the highlights. Because I will show the receipts, bestie.

from their story:

from long live:

..... right, let's move on.

from their story:

from long live:

okay................. sure

from their story:

from long live:

If you're going to plagiarize my shit... you could at least put it in a different font, so to speak. "Hey, can I copy your homework?” “Sure, but change it up a bit.” 

Girlie pop, you stopped even trying to change it the fuck up. 

Let me be clear: I do not authorize anybody to translate, re-post or distribute my work without my written consent. This is in a disclaimer (that I will post below) in every single one of my fics. Taking MY dialogue is NOT okay. 

Direct quote from the beginning note of Long Live:  DISCLAIMER #4: This is 100% fictional, and I do not own any person, team, or sponsor referenced in this story. I mean no offense to any person(s) mentioned and characterized in this story. I am not affiliated with any part of Formula 1 or its subsections. Please do not translate, re-post, or distribute my work without my written consent. I will cry.

To sum up, writing is not easy, and it takes time and effort. Time away from my friends, my girlfriend, my family. Time away from my job and my other hobbies. Long Live is 76 thousand words and took me countless hours to write.

To have somebody so blatantly and disrespectfully post MY SHIT as their own and not even try to give me credit? To not write a note that said, “Heyyyyy go read long live, which I [clearly] really enjoyed!” or even a “Some of this dialogue was inspired by @fabbyf1” or even just a “lmfao some of this i didn’t write but the rest i did” really pisses me off.

Why did it ever have to come to this?

I am SO disappointed right now.

Happy fucking Friday, I guess.

For full transparency, here is the link to their fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55255699 and here is the link to their tumblr: @l-estappen

Here is the link to MY fic, which was posted on April 2nd, 2023, and written in Google Docs with revision history about a month before that. I have receipts out the fucking ass, my dear. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46190509/chapters/116284915

Be well.

[whimsyqueen]

Alternative Story Structures/Patterns (a.k.a how to avoid that damn triangle) 

Disclaimer: these are all taken from Jane Alison's Meander, Spiral, Explode under the idea that we should draw more from patterns in nature when structuring works of fiction. Alison is a white woman, and a lot of non-western storytelling (especially utilizing different structures other than the triangle/wave) was pioneered by Authors of Color. I highly recommend you also research types of non-western nonlinear storytelling that Authors of Color have been utilizing and pioneering way before western storytellers even began to think about them. Here's a great article, and here's another one to begin your research there!

I'm gonna start each section with a quote from Meander, Spiral, Explode that I think explains them best, and then extrapolate where I can from there!

Waves

I've already discussed this one! If you wanna know my thoughts and feelings about the wave (a.k.a Evil Triangle That Might Have Some Uses, Maybe) you can check out this post here!

Wavelets

"Once I translated the dramatic arc to a wave, I began to think that energy in narrative might also flow in smaller waves, wavelets. Dispersed patterning, a sense of ripple or oscillation, little ups and downs, might be more true to human experience than a single crashing wave: I'm more likely to feel some tension, a small discovery, a tiny change, a relapse. The same epiphanies every week..."

I love the idea of this, and her comparison to the human experience. I feel like we sort of tried to accomplish this by adding various peaks to the original triangle, but sometimes a narrative can have multiple waves. She talks a lot about how this can show up as patterning in stories as well, moving back and forth between two different energies that could be important to a character, back and forth between motivations. I don't know if that makes any sense, wavelets aren't really my style, but I know they'll resonate with someone, because what are we doing if not trying to connect to the human experience?

Meanders

"A meander begins at one point and moves towards a final one, but with digressive loops. Italo Calvino says that "digression is a strategy for putting off the ending, a multiplying of time within the work, a perpetual evasion or flight. Flight from what? From death of course!" The Meander river in Turkey gave us the word, and speaking of how an actual river flows, Peter Stevens (in Patterns in Nature) says it "winds and turns in a quiet but seemingly desperate manner to avoid the straight schuss to the bottom"... In either case, there's deliberate slowness, a delight in curving this way or that, luxuriating in diversions, carving slow labyrinths of time."

OHHHHH THE MEANDERING NARRATIVE. I do enjoy this one, it isn't my favorite, but it is very very good. I specifically love the part she mentions about the narrative being afraid to reach its end. Sometimes characters meander, they want to experience the slowness, to stop and enjoy the things that are going on around them before moving forward with the plot. If you learn how to use the meander to your advantage, people who have a tendency to under-write could seriously be helped out by trying to do this. Also, sometimes people's minds just wander. Why should a narrative not wander too? A river will always end up spilling out somewhere, after all.

Spirals

"A spiraling narrative could be a helix winding downward– into a character's soul, or deep into the past– or it might wind upward, around and around to a future. Near repetitions, but moving onward. What gives a spiraling narrative a good sense of ending? Good question, for spirals could go on forever."

and also

"I wonder if first-person retrospective narratives– especially obsessive ones– might naturally follow a vortex."

Can you tell which quote gave me my epiphany about Verity and To Make a Fool of Death? Maybe it's mixed in with the radial narrative (right below this!!) but a spiraling narrative is truly a beautiful thing. This one and the radial one are both truly very deeply character focused, which makes me happy. The idea of telling a story based around a character, or just always coming back to the central of the character, is deeply fascinating. At another point in this chapter, she compares the spiral narrative to like the spiraling of a panic attack: you start thinking, and then you think more, and the problem becomes bigger, and you just keep going and then you cannot stop. Whether your spiraling narrative is fast, slow, or somewhere in between (not even gonna go off on a tangent about combining some of the patterns like a meandering spiral), it wanders around but remains true to the central core of what STARTED the panic attack, and will always have come from that true center.

Radials or Explosions

"Unlike in a spiral, the story itself– the incidents we see dramatized– barely moves forward in time. Instead, a reader might have a sense of being drawn again and again to a hot core– or, conversely, of trying to get away from that core. You might already know the end at the start and get many fractured views of things avoiding that moment. You might feel a sense of violent scatteration from a central point. Radials can be centrifugal or centripetal, but linear they are not."

This one might just be my favorite. Her example for it is truly perfect, too. She uses Gabriel García Márquez's Chronicle of a Death Foretold to talk about the point of this one. The entire story revolves around the death of this one man, we know he's going to die from the beginning of the story, and everyone else knows it too. We get the reactions of people to the idea of his death, the effect his death has on others, the WHY of his murder, and so on and so forth. The entire story centers around the hot core of the death of the main character, and that is BEAUTIFUL. I don't know what else to say about this kind of narrative outside of that example, because it does exactly what the radial/explosive narrative requires of it. Vignettes that all center around a big, dramatic point. That kind of thing. I love it, I can't get enough.

Networks or Cells

"So, again, any complex narrative will be a little spatial: certainly the spiraling or radial ones we looked at are. I think the idea of spatiality becomes most clear in cellular texts made discrete parts that gain power through patterns of images or ideas rather than sequential incidents." [section removed where she's talking about three examples provided to prove her point] "In all three, no linear chronology makes the parts cohere; instead, you draw the lines."

and also

"Translating to natural patters, I think of Peter Stevens's words about honeycombs or foam: 'chunks of space, miniature rooms, each one different from its neighbors and yet perfectly interlocked with those neighbors'."

I feel like these really speak for themselves. Think like... a short story collection, right, where all of the stories are seemingly unrelated, but you're able to connect the dots in your own mind and realize how these narratives are actually entwined in some truly beautiful ways? This method places a lot of trust on the reader, and I think that's important. As long as you have readers who have an ounce of critical thinking skills, of course. Stories like this are particularly interesting, especially when you as a writer have to decide how to subtly connect them all, or how MUCH you even want them to be connected.

Fractals

"The most fractal works– meaning fractals of fractals– were stream-of-consciousness narratives, although it's not clear whether that style reveals depths of consciousness or the writer's imagination. But fractals forming the shape of a whole narrative are what interest me: Texts that start with a "seed" or blueprint that spawns several more."

and also, in reference to Caryl Phillips' Crossing the River, an example of a Fractal Narrative:

"Instead the book is polyphonic, taking the points of view of four characters and delivering them in different styles: letters, diary entries, mixtures of third person and first. Yet the stories all grow from a single seed..."

I cut off the last one, but to give some context: Phillips' Crossing the River is the point of view of four characters across time periods that are stories that are inherently related to each other, in that they all stem from the same fractured point, but the linear plot lines do not connect. That's why it's so interesting. It kind of reminds me of the butterfly effect, right, but in a narrative sense. One action that someone takes will fracture, splitting across the story and creating so many smaller, new stories that are just as integral and wouldn't have happened without that first fracture. Will it all come together and will the fracture heal and reconnect at the end? Idk, maybe, it can. It's more of an exercise in seeing what happens based off of one simple event.

Additionally...

She has an entire chapter at the end called "Tsunami?" where she talks about David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas, which is like... a wave, right, a symmetrical wave, but SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. Remember in "networks or cells" where I was talking about stories that don't seem to be connected but then there's a beautiful through line that somehow magically connects them all? And then in the wave post, when I talk about symmetry and traveling up the wave and down the wave so that the end reflects the beginning again? Cloud Atlas does all of that and more. I couldn't recommend this book enough. It's impossible to explain. It's perfectly written. I honestly don't even really consider it one of my favorite books, but I know that it has FEW rivals for how actually good it is. And, again, PLEASE DO NOT WATCH THE MOVIE.

If anyone wants extrapolation on any of these specifically, I'd be happy to talk about them in their own individual posts, if you've got something specific you want to know more about!! I mean fuck, I might write more about them later on just because I want to and I have feelings. All I really did here was just kinda explain them. And, once again, I encourage you to seek the perspectives of Authors of Color for this one as well. Countries that aren't North American/European have been doing this way longer than us, and those formats deserve some fucking respect.

I also of course have a few people that have asked to be tagged in my posts like this, and if you'd like to add yourself to this list, please let me know! I'll be posting a bunch of these as I go through grad school, so there's a lot to learn! @approximately20eggs @faeriegutz @moonscribbler @marigoldispeculiar

[iidias]

DAY 2 - REVENGE SEX

dom! arataki itto / femsub! reader

cont. reader isn't exactly a brat but they talk back, degradation (kind of), enemies w benefits?, there is a small fight scene, reader has no vision

tw. dubcon, usage of weapons during sexual intercourse

disclaimer. most, if not all of these kinktober posts will be short. it takes me a long time to write a full fic so these are going to be more like imagines and drabbles.

dni+byi. mdni blogs, proshippers, -14. byi - i am a minor, is that makes you uncomfortable, block, do not report.

"what do you want now, itto?"

you spoke in annoyance; all you wanted to do was go home and wash up after your training. but of course, itto, of all people just had to disrupt you.

you and him have hated each other for some time now. a few months ago, you had beaten him in an onikabuto battle, fair and square. itto, being the competitive prick he is, wanted a rematch. of course, you gave him one. but rematch after rematch after rematch, you always won.

that never sat right with him. ever since then he's challenged you to many things, and you've won at every single one of them. in his head, you two are sworn enemies. he 'hates' you to his very core. of course, you paid no mind to this. this is itto we're talking about, he always takes everything literally.

"listen up, (y/n)!" he shouted catching the attention of some passerby's. after they realized who was causing the commotion, they just left you and him be.

"i want to challenge you, to a duel!" your eyes widened, a duel? was he crazy? of course you guys have challenged each other before, but never to a physical fight. you weren't in the mood for this, you just wanted to go home and rest.

"not today, itto. i'm not in the mood. ask me tomorrow or something." you stepped aside, but he put his arm in front of you.

you cocked an eyebrow and tilted your head upwards towards him. "no way! we're gonna settle this once and for all!-" you shut him up by grasping his wrist in a deathly tight grip, his arm lunging back on reflex.

just as you were about to leave, he blocks you again. "itto..." you muttered his name threw bared teeth. his gave you a look of enmity, you exchanged it.

"that's it, meet me at byakko plain tonight! i'm gonna finish off this rivalry with a bang!" you scoffed and rolled your eyes, sighing out an irritated 'fine' in agreement. in response, itto smirked in hopes he'd win.

as you walked home, you couldn't help but think about the kind of strength he had. you had never seen him in a real battle, but your mind can't stop thinking about what kind of strategies he'd use; would he even use any, or would he just go at it? as a few hours passed by, you decided to just meet him there instead of standing him up.

you spotted him, he seemed to notice you as well. once you got within a good distance away, you drew your sword. much to your surprise, he didn't draw his.

"what, is this gonna be a fist fight? even if it is, you can't use your vision. it's not fair if i don't have one either." itto laughed and brushed you off. you scoffed and sheathed your sword.

"yep! i know, and i've seen you in battle before too! total rookie moves.. anyways, let's get this show on the road!" itto lunged as you, you quickly dodged and awaited his next attack. he cocked his head up; that look in his eyes, it made you uneasy.

"what, 'fraid to hit back? c'mon, don't be a wuss!" you gulped and decided to land a hit. as he launched himself towards you once again, you landed a quick hit to his gut with your right hand; your left leg tripping him, resulting in a loss of his balance.

as he hit the ground, you felt his hand on your ankle, tugging you down. your hands went to hold your head in reflex, but itto took ahold of them. you gasped, and kicked your legs, attempting your maneuver out of his grip. he was much stronger than you, his body towering from above you.

"wow! i gotta admit, you look pretty good from down there!" he laughed, you were stuck beneath him. your eyes darted down to your sword, causing you to struggle even more.

it seems he caught your eyes wandering. he grinned as he unsheathed your sword, swaying it in front of you. "what, lookin' for this thing? how would you even use it? i mean look at ya! you can't even flail your arms around.." he mocked you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

you weren't going down without a fight. "oh yeah? and how will you use it? i bet that small brain of yours can't even comprehend how to use another weapon other than that hunk of metal of yours." you stuck your tongue out at him; but to your surprise, he dropped your sword and caught your tongue between his thumb and pointer finger.

"take that tone up with me again, little girl, see where that gets you." a low growl rumbled from his chest, but that won't stop you. he always made empty promises, 'i promise i'll beat you at this!' and 'i'll get you next time with that!', so surely he wasn't being serious.

you bit down on his fingers, he pulled back from the sudden sting. you spoke in a lower, teasing tone. "or what?" you giggled, but your giggling soon turned into whimpers of fear.

"or this." he flipped you over quickly, throwing off your trimmed and hemmed yukata. your face began to heat up, unaware of what to do in this situation. you were completely exposed to him; apart from your chest binded by your sarashi.

"o-okay itto! haha very funny, you win! y-you can let me go now!" you wiggled, but you felt him put his weight on your, keeping you from squirming. your heart practically beat out of your chest as you felt his crotch brush up against your ass.

"awh, you're no fun. no prize? c'mooon, that's what winners get, don't they? i haven't forgetten all that you've won from our competitions." he was right. you've won countless things, but this still doesn't make this okay!

"hey, this is different! i'm not just some prize, y'know-" your face was shoved up against the dirt, his breath fanned over ear as he bent down to speak into it.

"don't lie to yourself. your just as much of a prize as any other trophy in the world. not to mention you've got the body of a model. or i guess in this situation, a whore." you felt humiliated, you couldn't even utter out a word.

your mind went blank as he caressed your sides, smacking your hip and landing a good few smacks to your ass. he chuckled as he heard you whimper. his eyes trailed down your submissive figure, they narrowed as he spotted your wet, dripping pussy.

he pressed his fingers against it, taking pleasure in how docile you were now. all that was leaving you was small whimpers and whines as he rubbed against your clit.

"wow, look at you. finally quiet now, huh? good slut. now be quiet and stay still, i still have to claim my prize.."

[h-worksrambles]

Full Future Redeemed and Xeno series spoilers.

Interesting that A and Alpha’s conflict kind of mirrors that of Pneuma and Logos (Pyra/Mythra and Malos). A embodies Alvis’ humanity built through their journeys first with Shulk and now with Matthew. Those experiences embue them with a compassion for humanity that makes them fight in defence of it. Kind of like how Pyra and Mythra found something new to live for and used that as a drive to confront Malos.

Malos and Alpha act on a cold nihilistic sense of pragmatism inherited from their human masters, that makes them dismissive of humankind and wish to erase them. It even works in a naming sense as ‘Pneuma’ translates to ‘breath’ and in philosophical terms means ‘the breath of life’ or the concept of a soul or a spark of humanity. While ‘Logos’ literally means word or thought. One acts out of the compassion of their soul. The other acts out of the cold logic of their mind.

That’s without even getting into how Logos and Pneuma embody the animus/anima dichotomy that exists in every single Xeno game and has roots in both Jung and Plato (disclaimer I only have a layman’s knowledge of this philosophy so please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong) Every Xeno game has had characters who embody opposites, usually aligned as masculine and feminine respectively. Fei and Elly, the Contact and the Antitype both tied to the Zohar and to each other, and whose union finally freed it. KOS-MOS and chaos. embodying the order and unraveling of the universe respectively. Hell their powers are even explicitly called Animus and Anima, with chaos wielding the typically feminine Anima and KOS-MOS the more commonly masculine Animus, reflecting the concept of blurring the binary of these gendered concepts, that everyone has a little bit of both in them and that it’s proper and healthy to foster the two within you to become a more well rounded person. That’s why the harmony of Fei and Elly is important. The Animus and the Anima need each other, and if there is strife between them, all hell breaks loose.

It comes up in the Xenoblade games as well. The fraught conflict and lack of harmony between the god Zanza and the goddess Meyneth drives the Bionis and Mechonis to the brink of ruin, while the harmony between their vessels, Shulk and Fiora, is what paves the way for a new kinder world order. Come to think of it, Shulk and Fiora are themselves sort of a Logos and Pneuma respectively. Shulk is driven by thought and action. His defining trait is his intelligence and he showed the resolve and insight to take down god himself. Fiora is the soul, the breath of life, defined by her innocence and courageous spirit, who shared her soul with a god and learned to empathise with her, coming to understand the very nature of the universe as a result, and using that kindness to drive her forward. And as mentioned previously, Logos and Pneuma’s conflict in Xenoblade 2 also embodies this Animus/Anima divide. And that same sense of achieving unity and harmony with another person is embodied by the Ouroborous in Xenoblade 3. Humans need each other. We need people with different lives, different perspectives, different natures, in order to be whole. And the Ouroboros makes that literal.

Future Redeemed makes this divide explicit by pointing out that Logos is masculine, Pneuma is feminine, and Ontos exists between. Drawing attention to the gender motif just makes that more obvious. That being said, A and Alpha’s nonbinary swag kind of puts a neat new spin on a recurring motif of the series. Because they aren’t explicitly male or female even if they embody the same dichotomy. Even when these characters exist outside a gender binary, the philosophical concepts of discord or harmony between opposites still applies.

All this to say that Future Redeemed’s climax is deliberately evocative of the climaxes of Xenoblade 2 (by mirroring Pneuma and Logos this way), Xenoblade 1 (with Alpha styling themselves visually and musically after Zanza) and evokes motifs found throughout the wider Xeno series. I’ve said before that 3 does this to an extent with Z and Origin mirroring past antagonists, but Future Redeemed goes all in on it.

Why? Perhaps because it ties into Xenoblade 3’s theme of cycles, and making the same mistakes. The endless now is the embodiment of being arrested in a single a moment, a single mindset, the refusal to change, with N being the most hellish portrayal of what that can do to someone. Ultimately breaking those cycles is the only way to overcome Moebius and move forward. It’s literally a stagnant, ever looping circle (right down to its symbol). The same fight as in the previous games plays out in this prequel yet again in order to show that nothing has really changed. At least not yet. Aionios isn’t ready to make that step. They’re not ready to move beyond the same mistakes. Just look at Na’el and how close she came to repeating Klaus’ mistake: putting a faith in an unknowable entity, playing god and and discarding the old world in place of a new one. Like Malos once said, ‘they haven’t changed’. The people may not be ready right now. But by the time the main game starts, they will be.

So yeah, I guess Future Redeemed being the nostalgia fest it is makes it a perfect meta textual companion to Xenoblade 3. It wallows in the past in a way that is nostalgic, comforting but show us what needs to change while also warning us not to discard the past entirely. It’s a comforting reminder of your roots while still making it clear that eventually it will be time to move on. Xenoblade 3 then acts as a story about moving on, learning from the past, overcoming old traumas, and using that experience to move forward into new horizons. All while using the trappings of the old games not to be nostalgic, but as a springboard to tell a new story.

My word, I can’t express how much these games mean to me. Also yes, feel free to make a joke about how many of the games I’ve loved recently have been about people being trapped in cycles and metaphorically going round in circles.

[damianosismyking]

So you have an au about damen being abusive with laurent ?????

Please let me know more?? Any hcs or thoughts or anything pls

The capri fandom needs some dark aus fr

~🦌🌺

hello my darling!

I've been gone so long that I have no idea when you sent this and I'm deeply sorry for that!

I came up with the idea for an AU in which Damen's abusive way back in 2019/2020 (2021?) and to say I was a different person altogether back then is an understatement. I also haven't re-read the books in a long while so I can't say I recall everything I had imagined for this fic to begin with BUT!, I've got some fuzzy thoughts stored in the back of my mind that may satisfy some of the crave for Dark Damianos (a concept deeply slept on in my honest opinion but with how much people like to hate on him for free, it's best if we keep it sleeping lol).

DISCLAIMER: in my very private opinion, Damen has a natural darkness to his character that I find appealing (or would be appealing if I wasn't a coward) to explore. Those are the lenses through which I approach the abusive patterns he could come to develop in a relationship with an already emotionally/psychologically vulnerable Laurent. And also in my very private opinion, Laurent is a vulnerable character (for all reasons we as a fandom dwelled on to the point of exhaustion, but, most of all, in relation to how he sees and thinks of Damen — in terms not only of admiration but almost adoration, just as he did with his brother).

We all rememeber the scene at the end (?) of PG when Laurent is stepping on Damen's toes by saying bad things regarding his family and how Damen loses his temper and hits Laurent hard enough to draw blood. The guards step in to arrest Damen for hurting the prince and Damen takes full blame for doing it without showing a single bit of remorse whatsoever. Laurent is the one to talk his guards down from arresting Damen by pinning the blame of being assaulted on himself and that is it.

This idea (of an AU that never came to be) was forged mostly on the side of Damen's character that has a tendency to jump believe he is always right in the assessments he makes and proceed to never question the truth behind his own reasoning. And on the side of Laurent's character that always blames himself for every bad thing that has ever happened to him despite his own helplessness, and nurtures an unhealthy need for a role model to hold on to — once his brother, now his lover.

I'm going to leave all my thoughts for this AU bellow the cut, in case some people may find the matter too upsetting to read about. Trigger warnings for domestic, physical and psychological abuse, obviously! Proceed at your own accord and don't come whinning later🫰

so putting two and two together:

Damen is prone to angry outbursts or just violence in general. We see in more than one occasion that it doesn't take much for his 'bad side' to come out, which is a characteristic a lot of aggressors in this very patriarcal society we live in also showcase. And as their universe is ALSO incredibly patriarcal, this would check out.

As aforementioned, one of the most significative intances of Damen's violence is the day (after he had already slept with Laurent, after he admitted to himself he was in love with Laurent) where he he baits into Laurent's provocations and hits him.

Laurent's edge, I personally believe, though attenuated as it may be by the end of the cicle of abuse he endured all the way from his late childhood throughout his adolescence, will continue to be in place. It was wired into him as a survival mechanisms and old habits die hard. Whenever he is overwhelmed or any of his emotions slip from his iron-cast grip, he will likely spit fire and try and hurt whoever is within his reach.

Honeymoon phase being over, let's say the kingdoms were in fact merged (not going to get into any of that). Let's say Damen is the king of Vere as much as Laurent is the king of Akielos. Let's say their troups, their guards, palace servants — they are all unbiased and answer to both Laurent and Damen as their true kings equally.

Let's say Damen and Laurent continue to get at each other's throats. Lets's say they still got plenty to disagree upon and that their personalities continue to make them butt heads. Let's say their grudges, though they have agreed to leave the past be in the past, hold and come up again. An underlying resentment inate to their love. There's a lot of tension that I can see surrounding L/D's relationship. If you don't believe that it's fine, if you don't see it, that's more than okay. But I'm asking you to bear with me here.

They are having a heated argument in their palace about something that wasn't (shouldn't be) personal, but all of a sudden is. Damen says something that offsets a chain reaction in Laurent and he becomes a boy in selfdefense mode resorting to the good old habit of pushing Damen's weak spots just for the pleasure of making him angry and miserable. Damen has had a long day, he is weary, he is fed-up with all the kyroi, all the councelors making demands and telling him how to do his job. Laurent says the wrong thing at the wrong time and a moment later he is on the floor, with his hand on his cheek touching the burning spot where Damen slapped him. He bit his tongue in the impact and he can feel the blood in his mouth which he swallows.

There are no guards that come in this time, because they know better than to step into their king's quarrels. Damen tells himself it was Laurent who pushed him too far, he didn't mean to do it. Laurent agrees — Damen would never have done that if Laurent himself hadn't asked for it. Damen was good. He's only ever been good. He doesn't do anything without a good reason. Laurent is the one who fucks things up and pushes people too far. They make up.

Next time isn't that different. Nerves were high for a thousand different reasons. Laurent maybe got up from the wrong side of the bed. They argue. Damen pisses him off so he goes on to piss him off in return — just to give him a taste of what that feels like. In the back of his mind he remembers what happened last time they argued but he brushes it off as a mistake. Damen wouldn't dare to make the same mistake twice.

Then Damen does. And just like the other time Laurent loses his footing from the strength of the blow. His eyes tear from the pain but they don't fall. Damen is fumming over him, telling him how Laurent pushes him over the edge. Damen, who is such a just, charming, fair king. A much better king than Laurent is, with his head in place at all times in a way Laurent's own never is. If he lost his temper, it was because he was forced into it.

Laurent is the one who went too far again; Damen simply reacted to it. He stands and tells Damen he was wrong for saying the things he said. He shouldn't have. Damen agrees; Laurent shouldn't have. They make up.

Every time Damen is forced to loose his temper with Laurent he get angrier with Laurent and becomes a little wilder. Laurent should not make him keep doing it! He doesn't mean to do it! When the anger subdues, after they make love, in the morning after, Damen shows Laurent the tokens of the love he still has for him — a new mare of an excellent breed for Laurent's private stables, a new imported book he would like for his personal library, a new delicacy their cooks learns to make as sweet as a human can handle just the way Laurent likes it.

Damen is a good lover. Most of the time. If only Laurent stopped bringing out his bad side.

Laurent understands how every time Damen hits him it's his own fault. He tries to stop himself from causing their arguments but he can't. He always ends up saying the wrong thing, he always disappoints Damen somehow and though he can keep his stance straight and his face void, deep down he's terrified he will eventually drive Damen away.

After the loss of his entire family, after the death of Auguste, of living so many years under the sadistic regime of his uncle, Damen is everything Laurent has. And Laurent, warped as he is by nature, tainted and wrong and bad at his very core, doesn't deserve him. He knows he doesn't deserve Damen, who is so honorable, so good a leader, so righteous and mighty. But he wants Damen and he wants him to stay. He wants to be good for him and for Damen to think he is good.

So when the slapping evolves into punching, Laurent searches his own words, his own actions for where the fault lies. And always he finds it. The exact word he said in a meeting with their kiroi and councelors that undermined Damen's authority. The exact moment he stopped to speak with an ill-intentioned courtier who flirted with him and he must have unintentionally flirted back. The provokation implied in a comment he thought was innocuous. And the fact Damen only found more and more of reasons to be dissatisfied with Laurent, despite him becoming evermore self-aware and trying so hard, so much of the time, to please Damen, meant nothing more than the fact that Laurent was a man full of flaws. It wasn't on Damen.

They both agree Damen's assessment and his morals could never be wrong. He is too good and honest a man for that. Laurent is causing all of it.

The oldest members of their guards notice the slow, steady shift. Those that used to compose the old Veretian prince's guard are worried. They whisper among themselves when they see a new bruise blooming in their king's fair skin or hear the shouts coming from inside the royal chambers. But no one dares to raise a voice against king Damianos. Jord or Lazar (or whichever of the prince's guards you like best) goes to Laurent to raise their concerns and ask if everything is all right between him and Exalted. If there is anything Laurent needs. Anything at all. They will stand by him come what will. But Laurent berates them and tells them to keep their noses out of royal business.

Damen is approached by Nikandros and inquired about it when one day Damen unintentionally leaves Laurent with a black eye. Damen finds that is the perfect opportunity to lament about all the ways Laurent has been driving him insane and making him miserable. That he is getting worse with time where Damen had hoped he would have settled and his temperament improved. That years after the events they lived through, he keeps holding Damen accountable for things that should be left in the past. That Damen doesn't blame Laurent for killing Kastor, or torturing him in Vere anymore, so why should Laurent still resent him for Auguste.

Nikandros understands. He feels sorry for Damen, that Laurent makes his life so difficult. He has witnessed their quarrels before, had seen the way Laurent evokes Auguste's name as a dagger to dig into Damen's heart.

Then it becomes common knowledge all around their court: Laurent is as unbearable and hard to reconcile with as he'd ever been, prideful and resentful and cruel. And Damen is the poor man who has to handle him atop a whole kingdom he has to rule. There is no soul in their kingdom that doesn't feel bad for Damen's situation.

What no one seems to notice is that Laurent has taken to flinch whenever Damen lifts his hand. That he tenses when he raises his voice. That he is much more succint and careful with his words whenever Damen is around, because he doesn't want to upset him.

All they notice is Laurent's worsening moods. His renewed bouts of broodiness and anger. That he takes anything and everything out on everyone — the servants, the guards, officials, nobles of the court, the walls and the furniture. Nothing seems to please him anymore. Everything sets off his rage. Which is something else Damen has taken to punish him for, in the privacy of their chambers.

Laurent never cries. Not when Damen tell him how difficult he is, how impossible he makes to love him. Not when he sees the several shades of new and healing bruises all over his body, not when he gulps mouthfuls of his own blood. Laurent hasn't cried since he was thirteen. But he gets more and more hopeless each day that passes and he is proven again no good man could ever truly love him because nothing good and pure remains so in his presence.

Laurent always brings out the worse in people, no matter how he tries to get things right.

But he keeps on trying. Because maybe one day he can. And maybe Damen will see there is good left in him to love even though he makes his life hard and harder every day. And maybe one day Damen will love him easily.

Because all he really wants is to be worth it of Damen's love.

And that's all Damen wants too. He already loves Laurent so much. He would never, ever hurt him again if only Laurent would stop provoking him into it.

[eddiemunsonw]

Couple retreat

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re working your usual days at a couple retreat when a metalhead catches your attention.

CW / Disclaimer: Eddie is kinda smooth - Pottery activities - smut - but also fluff - lots of flirting

Author’s note: My first Eddie Munson fic sooo please be kind!

Can also be found on ao3 under username: eddiemunsons

At your work, nothing was unusual. You saw all kinds of couples. Some fit the books how you'd expect. The cliches, Barbie and Ken type of stuff. The jock and the cheerleader. Others looked like a mirrored version of each other, opposite sex or not. Some couples were slightly more unusual, unusual meaning you wouldn’t expect them to be a couple if you saw them anywhere other than a couples retreat, for example. But, having seen a lot of those, you got used to the fact that not all couples made sense, least of all the Barbies and Kens. It enlightened you to see how two very different people complimented each other, or how others had turned into the other to the point of copying their clothing style. Or maybe they had always both worn that type of stuff. You just liked to fantasize about all those unknown worlds that you only got to see some tidbits of.

Your first workshop of the day was painting. The retreat had several activities that couples could participate in, which varied from sports, to spa treatments or creative workshops such as your own. Aside from painting, you also gave a pottery and knitting workshop.

It was a rare moment for you when a metalhead wandered inside. Not because it was a metalhead, but because you weren’t used to seeing hot guys within your age group at the retreat. He wore an all black outfit, tshirt tucked into his skinny jeans, his white shoes only matching the outfit so well because they were so dirty. His long, wavy brown hair reached past his shoulder and you vaguely noted you were jealous of his lashes. And the fact that he wore eyeliner? Hot. Not only that, but he was covered in tattoos as well. He was followed by his girlfriend, who was only a bit smaller than him with short, light brown hair. Her clothing style was the opposite in terms of tightness, as she very much seemed to prefer baggier clothing. They picked two easels next to each other near the back and you watched curiously as the man huffed his bangs upwards at something she said. They seemed to be getting along well.

Sometimes a couple retreat was used to save a relationship, other times just to celebrate it. Which one of the two it was, was always easy to spot by the amount of bickering the couples did. The sweet banter these two had was nothing of the sort. A few more people wandered in, filling up most of the seats. As you scanned the room, you happened to meet the metalhead’s gaze, who easily managed a smile in your direction. A smile so charming you needed to mentally slap yourself, reminding you of the fact that this wasn’t a single retreat. Oh, if only.

“Good morning everyone! My name is Y/N and I will be guiding you through your art journey of the upcoming two hours. In front of you there’s an empty canvas. Intimidating to most, even myself and I’ve filled lots of these bad boys.” You cringed at your choice of words when the handsome man in the back chuckled. “To start off, pick up the pencil you’ll find at your easel and draw a dot, or a line, whatever you want.”

You watched as everyone did what you suggested, some even putting a giant line all across the canvas paired with some soft giggling. A hand shot up and of course, it was him. To make it easier to address people in an easy manner without forcing the couples to have to introduce themselves at every activity, they wore name tags. Which is how you learned that the metalhead’s name was Eddie once you approached him.

“Yes?” you quipped with a kind smile, which he returned.

“I uhm, don’t have a pencil,” he said, gesturing at the empty spot where everyone else had found theirs. The girlfriend, whose name was Robin, wore an amused expression which you couldn’t quite place. You assumed she enjoyed doodling the weird little guy on her canvas.

“Oh! That’s odd… Sorry, I thought I checked everything thoroughly,” you said with an apologetic smile as you handed him the pencil you were still holding. “Here you go.” 

As he took the pencil from you, his fingers brushed yours and you felt a heat creep to your cheeks when he smiled up at you.

“Thank you,” his gaze flicked down to your own name tag as if you hadn’t introduced yourself a few minutes ago. “Y/N.”

You gave him a nod and walked back to your spot. To keep the class entertaining for everyone, you gave them several options to do. They could either try their hand at realism with a random object from the cabinet, draw the outline of their hand and decorate it however they wanted or go a fully abstract way and just draw whatever comes to mind. Everyone was free to choose whichever type of paint they wanted to use and soon most people were walking around to gather their stuff.

It wasn’t until you started walking around the room that you noticed Eddie’s gaze was following you intently. You weren’t sure who to scold harder. Yourself, for becoming flustered under his piercing gaze, or him, for devoting his attention to the wrong person. After all, his partner was right next to him. When Robin elbowed him and pointed at her painting he looked away and grinned at her creation. You missed her surprised glance at his canvas, and the elbow she gave him after he shrugged with a grin.

Occasionally you answered questions from people, usually regarding technique or they were just looking for a little nudge of inspiration. Eddie’s hand shot up again, his expression matching that of a child who got an unexpected bag of sweets. You went over to him and stood next to his easel.

“Yes?”

“Y/N?” Eddie started sweetly. “Could you…” He seemed to change his mind halfway through his sentence and got up instead, peering into your eyes as he nearly closed the distance between you two. Your eyes widened, but before you could take a step back he already sat down again. “Thank you,” he quipped. “Just needed to know the color of your eyes.”

You turned your head at his canvas curiously and noticed that he had drawn a woman. It was stylized, but very obviously based on you. Don’t blush.

“You’re painting me?” you asked in disbelief, despite the proof on his canvas being very obvious. Eddie nodded, already picking up his tiny paintbrush to add your eye color onto it.

“Yup,” he responded, popping the p, “you like?”

“It’s very good, really expressive, too,” you complimented him. It was the truth.

“Well, you are,” Eddie said with a soft smile. “It’s what makes painting you so interesting.”

To avoid any more of wherever this was leading, you moved to look at Robin’s canvas. She had decided to use her hand and was currently drawing floating astronaut cats around the elongated fingers.

“This looks so fun! You have a great imagination,” you told her with a smile. Robin beamed at your compliment.

“It started out as a happy mistake but now I’m actually pretty happy with it.”

“Happy mistakes are the most fun of all, honestly.” She nodded in agreement. You went on to watch the works of others as well, giving them tips if they were looking for help and otherwise you just complimented them on their work. Once the workshop ended, you led everyone to another room where they could leave their paintings to dry further as you needed to make room for the next workshop. After everyone left, you rearranged the paintings a little and added a group number onto the canvases so they would be easy to find later on in case one got lost somehow. When you suddenly heard the shuffle of feet, you looked up, eyes wide.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

It was Eddie. Robin was nowhere in sight. How long had he been standing there? Had he ever left the room? Several questions popped up into your mind but you mostly wondered where Robin was and why he wasn’t with her. Not that you couldn’t be separated from your partner or anything, but the look in his eyes simply had your alarm bells working overtime.

“That’s alright. Can I help you?” you decided to ask.

“I just wanted to say that you can keep the painting, if you want. Would be a little odd of me to keep a painting of a stranger in my house, I think,” he said with a soft smile. You partially agreed. It didn’t have to be weird, but he had definitely made it weird by making it a thing. Secondly, there was just something about the way he spoke to you, that made you overthink his every move.

“Oh, uhm, thank you! That is very sweet,” you responded politely and you really tried to ignore what him leaning against the doorpost so casually like that was doing to you.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” He seemed to really enjoy saying your name, for whatever reason. You were about to tell him you had to leave, when he spoke up again.

“So… how does it feel like, being around couples all the time? Does it make you miss your partner or are you taking notes on how to keep the relationship exciting?” he asked.

“I don’t have a partner,” you said quickly. A little too quickly. His smile grew wider and he pushed himself off the doorpost.

“Oh, I see. Then how does it feel being single and surrounded by couples?”

“Sometimes, it causes longing. Other times, it feels like a relief,” you answered honestly. “How long have you been together with yours?” Curiosity be damned. Eddie looked at you for a moment as if you had grown a second head and then started laughing. It was more of a giggle. You frowned, unsure what was so funny about that.

“Rob and I? We’re friends. Her girlfriend broke up with her recently, but your cancellation policy is pretty shite so she couldn’t get the money back. She wasn’t sure what to do with it so I offered to come along, make it a fun weekend. So far so good.”

Eddie watched you carefully and visibly relaxed when you weren’t phased by the mention of “girlfriend”, and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he slowly approached you.

“Is it rare to have two single friends here? I mean, I know it’s not what it’s meant for, but… surely this isn’t the first time?”

Shaking your head, you walked around the table, creating more distance between the two of you.

“It’s not, but it also doesn’t happen often. I’m sorry about her girlfriend, by the way. It’s nice that she can do this with you instead. Our policy does suck. Don’t tell anyone I said that though, it’ll get me fired on the spot.”

“I won’t. Scout’s honor. It can be our secret,” Eddie joked, once again approaching you. This time you didn’t back away. Once you stood nearly toe to toe, he looked down at you, still wearing that enticing smile. “What’s not a secret though, is that you have really pretty eyes.”

Your face flushed bright red, no longer able to avoid the consequences. Looking for words and failing, you tried to think of something factual to say instead.

“I-- I give pottery class too. On Sundays. So. Tomorrow.”

Eddie chuckled at the random information and you cringed to yourself. Way to go, Y/N, Jesus Christ. He bit down his lip as he smiled, making him all the more attractive. Damn him.

“Good to know,” he said. “Maybe I’ll see you there, then. Bye for now, Y/N. My platonic partner in crime is probably waiting for me.”

“Y-Yeah. Have a good… rest of the day,” you finished lamely. With another chuckle and a charming smile, he left you alone in the room. Finally, you let go of a heap of air you didn’t know you had been holding. This was trouble. He was trouble.

THE NEXT DAY

It was embarrassing how often Eddie crossed your mind the next day. You hadn’t been able to get him out of your thoughts since the moment he left and when you saw him and Robin leave the spa dressed only in fluffy white bathrobes, it hadn’t helped at all. His hair and chest had still been damp, making him look impossibly hotter. Especially when he paired the smile he gave you in passing with a wink.

Before pottery class, you had stupidly been fixing your makeup and your hair and cringed at your reflection in the mirror once you were done. You watched the door anxiously, greeting everyone who entered the class and… no Eddie and Robin. You hated that you felt disappointed that he didn’t come. It wasn’t as if he owed it to you. To be honest you still weren’t sure what had gone down yesterday. All you knew is that he had left you wanting more.

Since it was the last class of the day you took your time cleaning up, gathering all the scraps of clay from the pottery turntables and sat down with that and your own piece that you hadn’t ended up using. You sat down behind one of the turntables and pressed your foot down on the pedal gently as your fingers worked the clay. As it slowly started to get shape you lost yourself in the process, sounds drowning out until you could only focus on the soft humming of the turntable.

“You’re really good at that.”

“Jesus Christ! Fuck!” The swearing left your lips without thinking and it seemed to amuse him even more judging by the soft laugh coming from him. Once again he was leaning against the doorpost in that sexy way. Arms crossed, head tilted slightly to the side and that sneaky smile on his lips. You took your foot off the pedal, now looking at your ruined… whatever it had been. The sudden voice had caused your hands to clutch the clay and turned it into mush.

“Hello to you too,” he chuckled. “Eddie’s fine, though.”

“Alright, Eddie,” you said with a gentle smile as your nerves calmed down a little. “This is kind of just me doing my work though.”

Eddie pushed himself away from the doorpost and closed the door behind him. He walked closer to you, hands in his pockets as he looked down at your ruined handiwork.

“Sorry about that. What ya makin’?”

“Don’t know, really. A flower pot, a bowl, wherever the clay takes me,” you joked. He smiled and rested his hands on the back of his hips instead, making his shirt tighten deliciously around his chest area.

“Can you teach me?”

The question lingered for a moment while you decided what you were going to say. Teach him? Like, right now? He could’ve come to the workshop instead, technically you were off work already. It was just you and your need for reusing scraps that had kept you there.

“That’s what the workshops are for. There’s one again tomorrow morning,” you told him, briefly glancing up. Eddie’s expression was slightly unreadable, though he did form a pout at your words.

“We’re leaving tomorrow morning. We were just here for the weekend.” He stared intently at your face and it started to make you nervous, even more so when he took a step closer and reached out a hand towards your face. He swiped his thumb across the corner of your mouth, then showed you the tiniest speckle of clay that had apparently landed on your face when your hands impacted it earlier.

“Oh, thanks,” you said as you tried to ignore the heat of your cheeks. “That’s a shame, then. I hope you two had fun.” Eddie smiled softly as he flicked the piece of clay off his finger, noticing the barely there twitch of your eyebrow.

“We did, we did. Still would have loved to learn some pottery. We wanted to join, you know, but the class was already full. Robin’s enjoying a sauna right now.”

“Why didn’t you join?”

“Not really my scene,” he sighed. “I mean, none of this is, really, but saunas are where I cross the line,” he added deftly. You smiled and nodded.

“I prefer a swim over a sauna,” you shrugged. “The heat of the sauna is a little uncomfortable to me.”

Eddie enthusiastically threw his hands up at finding someone who shared his dislike for saunas.

“Right?! I’ll never forget how the first breath of fresh air felt after I got dragged into one of them by a friend ages ago. Felt like a newborn baby escaping that literal hell.” A laugh rolled over his lips, remembering the moment as he gazed towards the door in thought.

“Anyway… Since I’m here and you’re here and there’s a piece of clay between your hands that needs fixing, d’you reckon you can show me how you do it?” he asked and pursed his lips. You sighed softly, though your smile betrayed that you didn’t mind.

“Fine,” you relented. “Sit down.”

“Alright.”

You expected him to sit across from you, or next to you. But when you heard the scraping of a stool not long before you saw his legs appear on either side of you, you realized he had decided to sit behind you. Not only that, but he inched forward to look over your shoulder, his breath already tickling your cheek.

“I didn’t expect you to sit behind me,” you admitted, ignoring that your voice sounded a little more high pitched. Eddie shrugged.

“How else am I gonna follow the movements of your hands? It makes no sense if we don’t sit in the same direction,” he told you matter-of-factly.

“Isn’t that type of guidance usually not the other way around? With the student sitting up front?” you mused out loud. Eddie’s lips let go of a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, but… in our case that also doesn’t make sense ‘cause you’re smaller than me. How’re you gonna do this?” And with that, he leaned forward against you, his chest to your back, chin tucked over your shoulder. You were relieved his hands still rested on his knees, although that view certainly did not help you from losing your mind either. Three rings on one, one ring on the other. A shaky sigh escaped you when he brought his hands together in front of your stomach, apparently remembering the rings and wanting to take them off. He was practically hugging you from behind.

“Rings gotta go, I assumed,” he added as a form of explanation while stuffing the rings into his strained pockets. You nodded silently.

“Alright, so. Your hands over mine or mine over yours?”

“I—I’d say mine over yours but that might not be convenient,” you said softly. Your body was screaming at you. Not to leave, no. You wanted to stay in this position even if it killed you. Which you felt like it would, if your heartbeat was anything to go by.

“Cool. Let me put my hands on yours then, I won’t add pressure. Just wanna follow your movement, teach.”

“Teach, huh?”  you mumbled.

“Well, yeah. You said so earlier. Teacher and student. Unless you don’t want me to call you that.”

“Teach is fine.”

“What about ma’am?”

“Sure.”

“Sweetheart?”

“Ye— what?”

“Only stating the facts. You’re a right sweetheart for teaching me.”

“Right…”

You took the clay in your hands to even it out a little before starting and glanced at his jeans again, hands resting back on his knees.

“Your clothes might get dirty, just a heads up.”

Eddie smirked and turned his head slightly closer to your ear.

“I don’t mind getting a little dirty,” he mumbled softly, sending a shiver down your spine. He could probably feel it too.

“I— Okay. Uhm, I’m going to start,” you announced so that he could get his hands ready, or whatever he wanted really. Sure enough, his hands came up to wrap them around you with little to no pressure. They were slightly bigger than yours and warm on top of your own. You felt the calluses on his hands and silently wondered why he had them. What kind of work he did to get them. He followed your hands onto the clay while watching as you slowly dug your thumbs in, his focus all on you now. It made your heart only beat faster.

His lean onto you became heavier as you went on, his thighs now wrapped around your legs properly, making you sit completely against each other, with no space left.

“Am I doing good, teach?” he asked to break the silence after a while. You tried to think. Was he doing well? Depends on what exactly he was supposed to be doing. He held his hands in place perfectly, letting you do the work. You were on autopilot, unable to think about making anything other than the most basic shape. The gentle weight of his hands on yours was something else. It felt too good.

“You’re doing great,” you managed to say. Eddie hummed and gently wedged his fingers between yours. You let him.

“So how often do you come across a funny person thinking it’s way better to try and mold a cock instead?” The question would have been innocent if he hadn’t pressed his front against your back a little tighter after saying that.

“Oh— Uhm, sometimes. But when you make something really long and don’t do it with care, it’s gonna fly all over the place.

“Show me?”

“You want me to ruin this bowl? We were doing so well!” you protested with surprisingly more bite than you expected to have.

“I’m in no hurry to ruin it and remake it. See where the clay takes us? Besides, sometimes ruining something can be quite beautiful if you ask me.” His thighs flexed, pressing a little more snug against you as he started to lead your hands into making what would soon look like a very unhappy cock with no balls. The giggle that escaped Eddie when you started to lose control over the shape together was endearing and you lost your care for making a bowl. He could make ten cocks for all you care if you could hear him laugh like that again.

“What else, what else. Turn off the pedal, ma’am.” You lifted your foot off the panel as told and waited. He went ahead and took the clay into just his hands this time and started to knead until he could sculpt a shape that you didn’t immediately recognize until he grabbed one of the tools used to create shapes in the clay and started his detailed work of a clay cunt. It looked surprisingly accurate, but you weren’t really surprised. His drawing of you had been really good too.

“Didn’t know we were in sex ed,” you joked halfheartedly. Eddie smirked.

“Just thought we’d even it out. Alright. Next bowl. This time we’ll finish it for sure.” You wondered why you didn’t believe him for a second and then concluded that maybe he was bored already.

“What’s the most fun you’ve had this weekend?” you asked to make light conversation.

“Right now. No offense to Robin. This is just… exceeding my expectations for this weekend.”

While he spoke, his thumb slid over the clay cunt, digging his finger between the folds he had created and back up to circle the clit with his thumb. He had just wet his hands in the bowl that sat between your legs too, as if you needed to see it glisten on top of it all. If you hadn’t been aroused by the sheer sound of his voice and his breathing down your neck for the past half hour, you surely would have been now.

“Yeah it’s quite the uhm— unexpected turn of events,” you mumbled quickly, eyes glued to his hand playing with the clay. Eddie nodded against your shoulder.

“It sure is.”

You felt relieved when the cunt disappeared and turned into a random bowl of clay again with your help. While you found distraction in making this bowl as perfect as possible, Eddie was having none of it. His hands lay palms upwards on his thighs, undecided if  he wanted to continue. Just as you were about to ask if he was done making a bowl, you felt something wet against your neck. For a moment you thought you had imagined it but sure enough, there it was again. This time with more determination. His tongue dragged a long stripe from your collar all the way up to your ear, a sigh escaping his lips. You gasped softly when his lips came together to nip at your skin slowly in several places. He was taking his sweet time and you had no idea how you managed to continue shaping the bowl in front of you. With his nose, he pushed to be granted a better angle as he really started to work your neck now and you let him. You could feel him smile against your skin.

“Your heart’s beating so fast,” he whispered. “Ya nervous? Or just excited that this thing is taking such good shape already?”

The second question made your heart skip a few beats, quite literally so and the gasp that left you had more to do with lack of air in your lungs than being shocked at the question. His hips pressed harder against your back, his erection now evident as he shifted a little. You doubted he was talking about the bowl. His teeth gently grazed your neck paired with his tongue, his kisses audibly wet as he groaned softly against your skin. The smirk on his lips grew bigger and it took you a moment to realize you had completely squished the bowl. Again. You managed to lift your foot off the pedal and leaned back against him when he started to suck on your skin. His hands came back to cover yours again, massaging the clay through your hands as he wedged his fingers between your own. You felt your jaw slack, a wanton gasp escaping your lips. As a form of payback for how he made you feel, you pressed your hips backwards into his. A choked moan left his mouth, drowned out by the pressure his lips had on your skin as he sucked. When you did it again, he spoke up.

“Sweetheart?” A whisper that tickled your neck, the softest gush of warm air flowing over the wet patch he made before. You waited for him to continue.

“Do you reckon we can drop the pretense? Kinda wanna touch something else than this chunk of clay.” You swallowed and you were sure he could hear it, but even if he did he didn’t make it obvious.

“Do you want this?” he continued softly, his teeth gently grazing your neck paired with his tongue. You felt yourself nod, eyes still on the bowl but hands working without real direction from your brain.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

His hands lifted from the clay and wrapped themselves around your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he worked your neck with no restraint this time. A moan louder than you had anticipated left your lips without your control and you rolled your hips in response. A whispered “Fuck,” was heard in your ear which graced your lips with a smile. 

You could tell his hands were a mix of water and clay when he started to squeeze your boobs through the relatively thin fabric and your hands flew to his thighs, squeezing tightly in response.

“Hm. Y’ like that?” he asked softly, feeling your nipples harden under his touch. You nodded wordlessly again. He tutted.

“Na-a-ah. Wanna hear you say it baby.” Somewhere in between his question and waiting for your answer he had undone the buttons on your shirt and pushed his hand under your bra.

“B-Back room,” you stammered. When Eddie made no move to stop, you put your hand onto his.

“Eddie.”

“Sorry, sorry. Too much?” he asked quickly, worry evident in his voice. So smooth and caring. Bastard.

“Let‘s go to the back room. This one doesn’t lock,” you mumbled.

“Oh, yeah, I noticed,” he responded in a hushed voice as if it was all a secret. “Isn’t that the thrilling part though?”

“I’d rather not get fired, as hot as you are,” you sighed, impatient for him to make up his mind so you could continue. A chuckle left his lips.

“Hot, huh? My oh my aren’t you a seductive teach.”

“You’ve been making eyes at me since the beginning,” you remarked. Eddie nodded, reluctantly freeing you from the delicious prison that was his body, stepping away.

“Of course I did. Have you seen yourself?”

You ignored the compliment in favor of washing your hands and getting the clay from between your fingers when he already started walking in the direction of the back room. Before he could pass you, you stretched one of your legs backwards to block the way.

“Wash your hands,” you told him. Eddie halted and grinned at your bossiness.

“Feisty. I like it. But I already made you dirty ma’am,” he sighed as he brought forward a hand and slid a finger between your boobs.

“You did, but if you want to do anything like you did to that clay creation of yours earlier, you better have clean hands.” 

You had never seen someone wash his hands so eagerly. Suddenly cold, clammy hands found their way around your waist and pulled you against him, his nose already tickling your neck again. A shriek rested in the back of your throat but you managed to let it subside.

“Come on sweetheart,” he urged you. “That’s as clean as they come. You can’t wash off the sinful sounds you’re about to make under my touch anyway.”

You chuckled and turned off the tap, turned around and slid your hands under his shirt on his back.

“So cocky.”

“Jesus H. Christ that’s cold!” he shrieked, yet made no move to get away from your touch. A giggle escaped you.

“Now you know how that feels,” you murmured. “Come on.”

“Yes ma’am.” He followed you eagerly, grasping your waist as he walked right behind you which should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. 

The back room revealed a cozy lounge with a couch, which had been the main goal of you wanting to go there. Eddie seemed to understand, because he immediately took a seat and pulled you onto his lap, his eyes hazy with want.

“Way better angle,” he mumbled as he admired your body, his hands wandering up and down your sides. You nodded, his touch both relaxing and enticing you as you dipped your head to kiss his neck.

“Oh,” he sighed, a near moan but he tried to keep it cool. The longer you continued, though, the more he started to moan and the stronger were his hands grasping at your waist. Your hands disappeared under his shirt and he easily complied when you tried to pull it over his head. He wasted no time pushing your open shirt down your arms and rested his hand on the clasp of your bra and looked up. A quick nod from you, and the bra was off.

His eyes unapologetically met up with your boobs, taking them in as his hands massaged them gently, completely enamored by them.

“You’re so fucking hot, Y/N. It’s criminal.” 

He brought his lips closer to your chest, leaving butterfly kisses all over it while he played with your boobs, thumbs flicking over the hardened nubs. You threw your head back when he started to work his tongue around your nipple and could no longer hold yourself back from grinding down on his hips, eliciting a moan out of him as well. In a moment of courage, you brought your hand down and palmed him through his jeans, causing him to groan around your nipple as he bucked up his hips for more friction. His hands moved down to undo your jeans and you quickly shimmied them off as he got up to do the same for his own. Footwear followed, leaving you both in just your underwear. He hooked a finger around your panties, gently pulling.

“These too baby?” he asked, though it practically sounded like he was begging, eager to get his hands on what was behind that tin layer of fabric. You granted him a sly smile and brought your hand back to his bulge, holding his shaft more easily now that his jeans were out of the way.

“Only if these come off too.”

“No need to ask me twice,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your lips as he pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard cock which he pushed back against your palm immediately. His kisses became more demanding, rougher, while his hand slipped between your legs. He rubbed you through the fabric and smiled against your lips.

“So wet for me already, huh?”

“You were making out with my neck for a while, what did you expect?” you responded sassily and he chuckled darkly. “Besides…” you added while you spread his precum over the head, “you’re not far behind in terms of arousal.”

“Fuck, baby, your hand feels too good,” he sighed as he buried his face in your neck, quickly stealing a nip of your skin. You could feel him patiently working on a hickey, his fingers now moving past your panties to feel your slickness before he took them off completely. He sat back, admiring you with a lustful gaze, his hand coming up behind your thigh.

“Lift this one over the back,” he ordered, giving your ass a light smack while you got in position. He licked his lips, now face to face with your cunt and he rolled his eyes as he inhaled your scent.

“Need a taste,” he said hungrily, grabbing two handfuls of your ass as he brought you closer to his mouth. A broken moan fell off your lips when you felt his flattened tongue lick through your folds and circling your clit slowly. He moaned in response and drunkenly started eating you out, needing to taste all of you, every drop until it started to dribble down his chin and you had to hold yourself back from grinding against his face though he surely wouldn’t have minded. 

You were starting to get close when you felt a different rhythm surging through his body, the source of it being his hand pumping up and down his cock vigorously. Looking down you cupped his cheek, slightly bashful as you caught his hazy expression. You nearly forgot what you wanted to say when his nose hit you just right, his tongue strongly licking inside your cunt.

“S-Stop jerking off.”

His eyes widened and he whined softly, but the rhythm stopped, his hand tightly gripping his thigh to stop himself from continuing. He chased your cunt when you pulled away from him, desperate to get a last taste and licked his lips in anticipation.

“Eddie…” you started, kneeling down, legs spread on either side of him, “fuck me.”

If the light wasn’t playing tricks on you, his eyes turned even darker at your command and he grabbed a condom out of his jeans almost too smoothly, ripping it open with his teeth before easily sliding it down his cock.

Unexpectedly, he lifted you up and walked around the couch, putting you on the backrest with a subtle grin.

“Perfect height,” he murmured, not long before he attacked your lips again with a passionate kiss as he eased himself into you. Your moans melted together in sync with your bodies, his thrusts taking him deeper until he was all the way in and started fucking you at a quick pace, needing you around him. Your kisses turned messier, catching each other’s lips became harder as he increased his movement but you made it work. Tongues darting out trying to catch each other, desperate hands roaming over bodies and eyes that managed to meet every so often. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans was all you could hear and the thought of how thin the walls were only briefly distracted you before Eddie hit a particularly sensitive spot and it was all forgotten.

Once you started clenching around him, Eddie lifted his head from where he had been kissing your neck, his brows knitted together.

“You close baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” you cried out, and with a nod he put your hands around his neck and grabbed your waist to fuck you impossibly harder. The more his moans broke off and turned into soft whines, the closer you knew he was and you clenched your walls around him to help him along, needing the friction yourself as well. He came with a stutter of his hips and didn’t waste a second to bring his hand down to rub your clit while he kept the rhythm up without a pause. With the added stimulation you reached your climax as well, your teeth sinking into his neck as you choked out a moan followed by a whimper. He slowly eased his pace, showering your neck with kisses until you leaned back and he captured your lips in a sweet kiss.

His smile was beyond charming when he rested his forehead against yours, damp hair clinging to it.

“I’d like to sign up for more private pottery lessons, sweetheart. If you’ll let me.” he mumbled sweetly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“As long as you don’t mind that it will happen in a different location, without any clay, then I’m all for it,” you teased. Eddie laughed softly and nodded, stealing another kiss from your lips.

“I think I could get into that, yeah. Also,” he started, wrapping his arms around your waist, “we’re gonna go on a date first. As a token of my appreciation. Unless…”

A flicker of doubt passed his eyes and you were quick to dissipate it with a kiss on his cheek.

“That sounds lovely, Eddie.”

“Good. Great! It’s a date, then,” he said, visibly relieved. You nodded in response and smiled sweetly at him.

“When?”

“This Saturday?”

After dressing yourselves again, you exchanged phone numbers and it was soon decided that he would pick you up for dinner after work on Saturday. Handing you back the pen that he had used to scribble your details on, he smirked.

“Remember that I didn’t have a pencil at the painting workshop?”

“Yeah?”

Out of his pocket, Eddie took a similar looking pencil with the logo of the retreat on it. A mischievous smile was plastered on his face.

“I actually did have one. Just wanted you to come closer.”

“You sleazy bastard.”

“What can I say? I know what I want.”

“You do, hm? What do you want?”

“You. And some food. I’m fucking starving.”

“Way to ruin the mood, Eds,” you said jokingly while trailing your finger around one of his wavy locks.

“It’s that, or my stomach will cause an uproar while we’re making out.”

“Hmm. Could be fun.”

“Maybe. You know what’s also fun?”

“Tell me.”

“More kisses.”

He couldn’t get enough of you. And while you may not have been ready to admit it to yourself right at that moment, the feeling was mutual.

- FIN

[audhdnight]

Disclaimer, before I get into this: I do not believe a god of any kind exists. Some people believe the god of the Bible exists as a single entity among many other entities, and to that I say, to each their own. I personally do not hold that belief, so when I talk about what god could have done or what god is and isn’t, this is in a purely hypothetical sense. It is to draw attention to the inconsistencies in the way the Christian god is presented, in hopes that his followers might recognize a bit of their cognitive dissonance and realize they could look at things a lot more objectively.

Moving on~

The following image is a screenshot of part of a post I made last week. The entire thing is not relevant to this specific discussion, so I’ve only included two specific paragraphs, although if you’d like to read the whole thing I can post it here too. (The image description is in the alt text.)

In the comment section of this post, a Christian woman replied:

I’m going to break down these analogies because I am seriously so sick of seeing people repeat them as if they actually make any sense at all.

To start, her analogy of the lion’s den is omitting the fact that my hypothetical father in this scenario not only created the den and put the lions in it, but then also put me into it. Then he saved me, and expected me to be grateful and worship him and decide “wow, he saved me so I guess he must love me pretty much! guess that means I have to follow every rule he sets for me now!” She also makes it sound as if there are only two choices: worship this convoluted father with a praise kink, or else jump back into the pit of lions. When in reality, what’s stopping me from simply walking away from it all? Is the den and the ground around it the only thing that exists in this world? Because I would assume if I keep walking, I would keep finding ground to walk on. And eventually I’d come to a place where my father isn’t, and I’d probably just stay there.

In the second comment she uses the example of a couple who decided to set boundaries in their relationship. Right off the bat, this argument is completely invalidated by the simple fact that there is no equal partnership between a person and “God”. There is a massive power imbalance, in which no form of equality can ever exist. Even setting that to the side, though, we need to acknowledge that these are not “boundaries”, in the sense that all parties must abide by them or else part ways. They are rules, and only the non-God party has to follow them.

In a separate post I made a while ago about my issues with the god of the Bible, I brought up the fact that the true biblical God cannot be loving. He supposedly led the nation of Judah on a colonization campaign through the ancient Middle East, giving them full permission to slaughter entire cities, take all their shit, and keep their women as slaves. I said that I cannot in good conscience follow a god who says murder is wrong, but then explicitly instructs his “chosen people” to murder thousands upon thousands of people just because they were “gentiles” living on the land promised to them by that same god. In the comments of that post, another woman said this, which is a very common belief in Christianity:

This is why I hate the concept of “sin” as a whole. It’s not bad because it’s bad, it’s bad because god said so. Which means he can also say something completely different, and that makes it okay but just for him. Murder isn’t murder when god kills someone. Stealing isn’t stealing if god said you could have it. Rape isn’t rape if god told you that you could keep that woman as a slave.

So in the analogy of a woman and her partner, these are not boundaries like “we can’t hit each other or fight, we can’t lie to each other or cheat”. They are rules that say “you can’t hit me or talk back, you can’t keep things from me or leave this relationship. but me? I can do whatever I want”.

The god of the Bible is not a loving deity. He is a control freak who is perfectly happy to let you suffer for all eternity if you decide you don’t like the way he runs things. I see a lot of Christians in my comments constantly, telling me that god didn’t decide to punish you for not loving him. It’s just a natural consequence; if you decide to be separated from him, his protection doesn’t work and that’s why it’s torment.

To that I always say, why? Why did god make a reality in which his protection only extends to those who worship him? Why did he make it so that we have to suffer if we’re apart from him? He’s all-powerful right? So couldn’t he have created a reality in which, whether you liked him or not, the outcome was the same? All people, regardless of faith, had an afterlife that didn’t torture them? I don’t know if it’s just that Christians have no imagination or what, because I can conceive of multiple ways in which suffering simply wouldn’t have to exist if I had made the world.

Of course the response I always get is “But you’d have to take people’s choice! We’d be robots!” And again I ask, why? God could have made it so that we could all only make choices within the bounds of what does not harm ourselves or others. He could’ve made it so that greed and hate and apathy simply didn’t exist in people’s minds, if he wanted to. And sure, maybe you’d say it isn’t fair to keep people from being able to make those choices. But I would say that in this hypothetical reality, we wouldn’t know the fucking difference. We would be happy. Everyone would have what they needed, no one would ever suffer.

Anyway, “free will” within Christianity does not exist. You cannot give true consent in an imbalanced power dynamic, or when saying “no” is unsafe, and god meets both those conditions.

This whole thing is another great example of how Christians actively believe a whole lot of directly conflicting things, but the indoctrination keeps them from seeing it.

[lordcatwich]

SURPRISE YALL

Intro post!! This is not a drill!!

Hello!! My name is Finn! I'm a teenager who's relatively new to Tumblr (I only started *really* using it over the course of this past month lol)!

I've always been really bad at intros of any type so uh BEAR WITH ME HERE

I write stuff! I haven't posted anything yet but I plan to! I'm mostly just nervous because my writing style is a lil bit strange

Also I draw things! Again, haven't posted anything for that yet :')

My running joke is that I live in the walls of everyone I wanna Interact with because I'm too nervous to interact with them! Kinda a strange joke I know but it started like a year ago in a discord server and I refuse to drop it because y e s.

I am about as straight as a silly straw. I'm on the aroace spectrum and I'm also GENDERFLUID WOOOO

My pronouns do switch but 99.9999999999999999% of the time They/Them is fine lol

Here have a rough visual description of me!

(Disclaimer: I don't have rats, sadly. I WANT RATS! but I have two cats who have already hunted down every single rodent in a 5 mile radius so I haven't even bothered asking my mom)

(Also this image that I'm also making my PFP was made using a piccrew that https://chemicataclysm.tumblr.com/ made!)

I currently have like 70

...000 WIPs but the big ones are:

AXERIM: Silly lil fantasy story completely innocent features dragon kiddoes definitely features no horrible trauma for either of the main characters no ma'am /heavysar (This story has torture scenes I have pushed my BOUNDARIES with it aaa)

CARLYLORE: a genetically engineered cat thing evades the law while trying to figure out what in the actual heck is up with their past

And

UNNAMED STORY: Follow someone as they explore other dimensions while trying not to go mad! There is much more I could put as a blurb but then I wouldn't know how to stop!

Stuff I like:

LEMON DEMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (That band is one of my current hyperfixations and has been since February)

Writing (To the point that I have an entire channel in this one discord server to post stuff)

Watching other people talk about their stories

Yo-yos- Mainly butterflies and imperials but as soon as I get my hands on another kind I NEED to master it

money /hj

Foggy weather. FOGGY WEATHER!! I LOVE fog it's so MYSTERIOUS and COOL

I love hiKING

Alright uhhhh I'm gonna cut myself off here and simply write a better intro post later HAVE A GREAT DAY Y'ALL

Ok it is now later

I wanna say, if you are over 22 do not interact

[1863-project]

I posted 1,757 times in 2022

That's 1,161 more posts than 2021!

856 posts created (49%)

901 posts reblogged (51%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@neon-moon-beam

@gummycore

@chingaderita

@autisticwolfesbrainisautistic

@shotsofnovacaine

I tagged 1,757 of my posts in 2022

#reblogs - 902 posts

#pokemon - 699 posts

#replies - 628 posts

#submas - 492 posts

#i like trains - 276 posts

#drawing - 88 posts

#art - 88 posts

#actuallyautistic - 71 posts

#autism - 71 posts

#paleontology - 64 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#seriously this is what i wake up to every morning except unlike emmet i have an abnormally large cat instead of an abnormally large spider

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Update to this post: I’m trying to actively figure out whose windup they gave him.

See, they’ve been doing this for a while now. Most famously, Volo has Hisashi Iwakuma’s extremely recognizable windup, but Hop throws like Hideo Nomo and Kabu throws like Choji Murata.

Larry has more of a sidearm throw, which is an uncommon delivery in baseball. You can see it in action here:

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1,112 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#4

Ingo and Emmet Are Both Autistic and I Will Die On This Hill, Thank You Very Much

Hey, remember over a year ago when I wrote that post screaming into the void about how Emmet is autistic? Consider this an updated version of that post, because I really should have talked about how they both are.

Disclaimer: I am an autistic adult who went undiagnosed until age 20 despite a blatant love of steam locomotives so I don’t know how I was missed considering I had the single most stereotypical interest on the planet. (I’ll touch on that later.)

Anyhow, I’ll try to keep this brief (and will likely fail), but let’s get into how both Ingo and Emmet are autistic, actually.

this goofball Emmet

Emmet’s the more obvious one, which is why I wrote the initial post linked above. He clearly scripts, has trouble containing his sheer excitement about things (read: Doubles) to the point of bothering other people, has no filter, will happily infodump about strategy or the MTA rules if asked, and in the manga has an arm-swinging walk that’s visibly a stim if you know it. 

The scripting is evident when you fight him by himself, as his dialogue often feels stiff (in Japanese it’s more informal to contrast with his hyper-formal brother), but the line that always seals the deal for me is actually this, when Ingo asks him to put in a few words before a Multi Battle:

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2,056 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#3

A Brief Submas Primer

Did you just find out about the Pokemon franchise’s most popular battle facility since the Battle Frontier because of a plot point in Legends: Arceus? Were you curious because your friends were talking about some weird train man and you have no idea what they’re on about? Worry no longer, because this mole person has you covered.

What the hell is Submas?

The term ‘Submas’ is a portmanteau of their Japanese trainer class title, Subway Masters (in English releases, they got the trainer class title Subway Boss). Note that I’m saying “they” - there are, in fact, two of them, and they’re twins.

Ingo (Nobori) is the older of the two of them, specializing in Singles. He speaks overly politely/formally (more obvious in Japanese), has no indoor voice, will yell “BRAVO!” the second anything remotely good or exciting happens, has an overbearing sense of responsibility (it’s an older sibling thing, trust me), and became an accidental sex symbol on Pixiv (don’t ask, he probably doesn’t know either). He’s best known for being the “serious” one and notably has not been allowed to smile in-game to this day, although he was allowed in the anime and manga to be more expressive. He makes up for this by being very, very loud.

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4,080 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#2

Nintendo NYC had an egg incubator bag so I am now hatching Joltiks in the NYC Subway, just as Emmet would want us all to.

7,019 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

In case anyone is wondering what real-world train drama is going on, there’s this.

The tl;dr is that Amtrak wants to run two passenger trains per day round-trip (4 runs total) between Mobile, Alabama and New Orleans, Louisiana, restoring a service that hasn’t been there since Hurricane Katrina in 2005. CSX and Norfolk Southern, two major freight train companies, have resisted this idea, saying it would mess up their traffic, especially since Amtrak’s passenger trains would get priority (by government decree, believe it or not).

So now Amtrak is on Twitch streaming the line to prove the line isn’t too busy for them to run passenger trains.

I’m wheezing.

41,186 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

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Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Finals

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Glenn is the goofiest sexiest character there is and I will die on this hill! I will ride into battle for him! what Dndads created is truly unique and Glenn is a key part of that and for that he deserves to win. I said it before and I'll say it again - GLENN SWEEEEEP

Can we talk about how he says ‘baby’ casually? Like he just calls people that?? That’s HOT. THAT IS HOT!! He’s also bilingual and knows Japanese!!!! He’s a big dumb idiot with a lot of charisma!!!!!! HE WORKED AT A BDSM PLACE FOR TWO SEPARATE ONE SHOTS. HES SO SAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE HE’S CHILL ALL THE TIME!! HE DOESN’T THINK OF HIMSELF AS SINGLE BECAUSE HE DIDN’T DIVORCE HIS DEAD WIFE!!! He’s like.. the perfect guy. We need this win.

I’d also like to add the fact I made this. Which is the first 11 episodes edited to (almost) only have Glenn in them <3 which is a level of insanity I hope to reiterate. These took hours to make. I wouldn’t do that for anyone else.

vote Glenn I am asking with the biggest saddest eyes possible 🥺🥺🥺 he is so sexy it's pathetic and also so pathetic it's sexy, no I can not possibly adequately elaborate just trust me

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks):

7ft tall silver-haired thembo of a fallen angel. was the literal sword of god until they killed him! reasons slightly unclear but probably sure to forbidden queer love! super caring for their friends. has one friend they have known for hundreds of years who they HATE but are bound to by the red string of fate. their sword is a part of them, they can sheathe it into a tattoo. they start out indistinct at the edges but as they have continued on through the campaign they have become more and more distinct. they became a flaming engine of justice to kill their friends shitheaded older brother who was following him. they have learned enough necromancy to allow other fallen angels to die, even though they typically cannot. they fly giant birds in to battle.

7ft tall beefcake wielding a sword as tall as they are. vengeful sweetheart

Imagine now: a fallen angel with beautiful gray hair and very big muscles. Now imagine them with a 9 ft sword. Now imagine them as a helmsperson of a pirate ship in a flowy deep-v pirate shirt. Now imagine they're dumb as a fucking rock. And finally, imagine that they killed god. Here, you have made Gable Skyjacks: sexiest podcast character of all time.

7ft tall nonbinary/genderfluid thembo fallen angel sky pirate who wields a buster sword. silvergrey hair with black/gold streaks as they regain feathers/memories of before their fall. back is covered in tattoos that hide the scars of their shredded off wings. killed God. toxic exes with lucifer. they are the keeper of several giant war birds who occasionally crave human flesh. they enjoy getting rowdy/smoking rope with their boys. they collect rocks that they think are neat. When anyone admits they are attracted to them, Gable trips over their words and absolutely swaglessly ends up sounding stupider and sexier by the end of the conversation; the will they/won't they and teasing they dish out to these (un?)lucky few is palpable. Sometimes the buster sword is on fire. They are immortal, they are cringe, they are trying to atone because they believe they are the reason the world is ruined.

Okay so aside from all of the above (giant with a matching giant flaming sword, killed god, extreme dumbass), here's some more propaganda for Gable the Godkiller.

They've escaped death multiple times with their partner in... crime? Like literally they were about to be executed in the most brutal way possible and just. Escaped and killed all their captors in the snowy wastelands.

They are the helmsperson of the Uhuru and take this job very seriously and definitely haven't left it to Bowser (you know, like from Mario) multiple times. Can steer that flying ship in horrible weather and still make it to port safely.

Healed an entire fucking hospital by cutting their hair for someone they had the hots for who was also in the hospital. Imagine being on that level of myth making in some random port city because of a hair cut.

Giant bird caretaker and also took the giant birds out on their friend's bachelor party (this was like. his Xth polyamorous marriage at this point btw) and had a fucking blast getting high on some rope and fucking around. They've also flown these birds into combat and looked cool as hell doing it (see: killing their friend's shithead of an older brother in a joust).

Had a relationship with Lucifer the Morning Star before they fell as an angel and killed God. Literally the reason the stars fell was their love for each other. The world would not look the same without Gable and they are, at the very least indirectly responsible for the creation of the Church of the Slain God and everything it represents (fantasy Catholicism).

And also yeah they are regularly tripping over themself and saying very silly things. 10/10 character we love Liz Anderson and Gable in this house

I am seeing people say that this Nicky fellow is basically trans! That's very cool! Gable is actually trans. Pronouns they/them/any presentation whatever they feel like.

Gable held a bachelor party for a BFF where the attendees hunted from their sky birds, wore dresses, and still managed to keep their eyeliner on point!

Gable killed God because he wouldn't let them be queer. They should rightfully crush anyone in their path.

We are finally going up against a character I know. I can confidently say all sexy moments with Gable are much sexier than TAZ's largely off-screen romances. Mod Note: This was written during the poll versus Killian Fangbattle.

But seriously. Listen to Gable's most recent introduction. Unparalleled sexy thembo introduction! Context: The Captain's Council is at a magical tattoo/piercing parlor (which has a lengthy form and disclosure process), trying to stay below the radar, and the Captain and Jonnit are pretending to be father/son to keep up the ruse. And to let Jonnit get a tattoo, since he's technically sort of underage. Bonus: Gable's decision at the tattoo/piercing parlor and noping out of Orimar and Jonnit's acting. (You should check out the full episode! Episode 197 starts a new arc and a good point to step into the series!)

Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

One armed half-demon man with a sword (also a Dedicated, Involved, Loving Father). (Specifically campaign 2, where he is an adult)

Transmasc bisexual (or at least so widely accepted as such it's basically canon) dilf half-demon let's start with the basics

And by half-demon I mean the literal prince of Hell

But also simultaneously is Saint Nicolas get you a man who can do both specifically this man

Missing an arm cause his ex-friends tragically betrayed him and shot it off but he doesn't need two arms to show you a good time wink wink ;)

The betrayal in question forced him to be seperated from his also hot milf voice actress wife and their son which is sad but in like a way that makes him sexier

Uses his one hand to wield a flaming katana that he used to rescue his son from the FBI

Protects his family with his life very literally which is hot as hell

Big himbo energy couldn't come up with a good plan if he used 100% of his brain

When he does fail at things it's pretty cute honestly

Definitely played a variety of musical instruments before the whole arm thing happened! Maybe he still does idk he's a sexy mystery

2 in 1 deal! This man was born from the merging of two timelines! Kinda sick!!! Also two dads = twice the daddy issues

You'd think the whole being forcibly split from his family thing would mean he isn't very close with his son but nope! His son adores him! They get along great!!!

His mom is simultaneously alive and dead

His mom bagged fucking two different dudes (one of whom FOUND HER DEAD in a different timeline, both of which are demons)

HIS MOMS NAME IS MORGAN FREEMAN, HIS DAD’S NAME IS GLENN CLOSE, AND HIS OTHER DAD’S NAME IS JODIE FOSTER, AND HIS GREAT SOMETHING GRANDFATHER’S NAME IS MERYL STREEP

HIS SONS NAME IS TAYLOR SWIFT

Lifelong pot smoker 👍 (plus drug flower user!!)

CANONICALLY BOTH A POLO WEARER (and yes, has all the stereotypes of that attached with it — a nerd, which is hot) AND A LEATHER JACKET WEARER (which also has all the stereotypes attached with it — a rebel dude person, which is also hot) [<- all widely accepted as canon by the fandom even as he’s older]

A part of the SECOND BIGGEST ship of season two, (Nark) despite the two characters only having one-two canon interactions (one of which JUST happened last episode)

Man’s a himbo what’s hotter than that

So many fucking names. You try to tag him in anything and he takes up half the space. That’s probably hot. For someone out there

This was already mentioned but so very very trans. Like. It’s basically canon

Rock and roll(er)

Joined a group of thieves called the watermice when he was like 13

for a few minutes had a guitar called the Battle Axe of Hatred

definitely had an frienimies with benefits relationship with his childhood friend Lark (sorry ppl that don’t ship nark lol) (it’s canon after ep 44 hah)

Nicky also acts like his sons Pokémon! Taylor tells his dad to do things, and Nicky does it without thinking about anything else he could do!

I feel like the audio of the entire Nick-breaking-into-the-FBI scene should be propaganda, but I'm copying select bits from the transcript:

Anthony: Yeah, it kind of echoes up through the vent, like the beginning of Metal Gear Solid. You hear a voice that strikes you as ever so slightly familiar, Taylor. Saying—  ??: [a deep voice] [echoing in the vent] Where is he?  Anthony: You hear—  Will: Uh-oh, he’s hot.  Anthony: —a bunch of shouting voices.  [giggles]  Beth: Uh-oh! Anthony: You hear a bunch of shouting voices and people shouting for him to get down on the ground to turn off his flame. To fucking get his hands behind his back. You hear this rhythmic stepping forward— because his footsteps don't sound like anybody else's because it's almost like… y’know when you toss a little bit of water onto a really hot pan and it just sizzles like that? It's like every footstep he's taking, you can hear that— Freddie: Cool  Anthony: — and you can feel some of that heat coming up in this vent, even though you can't see him at this point. And he goes—  ??: [echoing] Where. Is. My. Boy? Anthony: You hear the FBI agent—the FBI in quotation marks agent—in the back going like—  Agent: [echoing] He's safe for now. If you want to go ahead and make sure that he stays that way, you feel free to go ahead and step inside the suite that we've prepared for you, my boy. Anthony: And you hear the hot guy voice saying—  [chuckles]  The Hot Guy: [echoing] I don't think that's going to happen.

...

[a powerful rush of air builds] Anthony: You hear—  [gunfire, and the air rush culminates in a burst of flame; from underneath the fire, metal music starts playing] Anthony: —plumes of flame exploding.  [a person’s pained shout, gunfire and bursts of flame continue]  Anthony: You can feel the heat radiating through this metal vent and it's actually beginning to hurt and burn your hands.

...

Anthony: And you hear blood—  [sizzling]  Anthony: —hitting the fucking ground and you hear sizzling and things boiling and burning. Taylor: That could just be coffee! That could just be coffee. Link, let's go. Anthony: And you are getting closer and closer to the elevator. And you hear that same hot voice say—  The Hot Guy: [echoing] Where the hell is Taylor?

Gable and Nicky Together:

We are on a joint ticket now! This is a truly unbeatable combo. Not even god can nerf it because Gable killed him. Vote for us. Nicky Close will watch your stuff and play with your cats while Gable gives you the night of your life.

Gable and Nicky can literally be yuor angle or ur bevil.

Art of Gable and Nicky from @slightlyhopefulromantic.

[allisonirish]

Just William

Chapter 2

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Child Murder, Grief, Incarcerated Parent

Word Count: 1,444

Disclaimer: This story does not follow Scott Cawthon's FNAF games or books. However many of the characters and events are the same or have been adapted. These characters do not belong to me, but the rearrangement of events and character adaptations are my own works.

I hid in my room for the next couple of hours, hoping to stay unnoticed by my family...and William. Sitting on my fuzzy purple beanbag at my wooden desk, I tried to bury myself in a piece of artwork I was finishing. Drawing and painting had become my way of "coping" and it turns out, I'm not too bad at it. I'd even started doing commissions, starting with illustrating children's books and more recently doing posters and murals for businesses.

Despite my numerous complaints, when I turned sixteen, mom told me it was time to get a job. So I interviewed and started my brand new job waitressing at Applebee's. I lasted two months before my manager got sick of my "hopeless negativism". Whatever that means. I didn't really care though, I hated being around all those people who despise me and I told mom so. If I'm being honest, I was too hard on mom last year. She deserves better than me. Tired of fighting with me, frustrated at Michael's poor grades at the time, and exhausted from working three jobs, she gave up. Told me to stay home and be lazy if that's what I wanted. I felt good about winning that battle for about twenty-four hours, that's when the guilt really set in. After apologizing to my mother and with the help of a friend, I began to submit my artwork to publishing companies and after just two weeks, got hired to illustrate a children's book called Bigfoot Loves Pizza. Goofy, I know, but it was a moneymaker and it made mom happy. I was also offered a job as part time waitress and full time graphic designer at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza 2.0. This was shocking to my entire family since the restaurant was owned by...Charlie's dad. And Charlie's dad shouldn't want anything to do with me.

My sweet solitude, sadly, didn't last long enough. A soft knock echoed from my door and I saw Michael slowly peek around it.

"Hi, Lizzie," He walked into my room, dragging his feet. "Mom says it's time for supper."

I inwardly groaned. Mom had been planning 'our first family dinner in nine years' all week. She even dragged me into mashing the potatoes for one of William's old favorites. Cottage Pie. I personally don't like the stuff, less because William likes it and more because I'm not a fan of ground meat. It looks too much like cat food for my taste.

"Tell her I'm busy." I went back to my drawing. It was a large, purple robotic rabbit with a red bow tie and electric guitar. Bonnie the bunny was an animatronic that William made for his first restaurant, Fredbear's Family Diner before I was born. Except now he was one of the main mascots for the restaurant I worked for and I was drawing Bonnie with large, red, star-shaped sunglasses, playing the electric guitar, and surfing a gnarly wave on a red and purple surfboard. Behind Bonnie were the emboldened words

Catch the Last Wave of Summer Fun at Freddy's!

"That's cool." Michael stared over my shoulder. "Is Bonnie your favorite?"

"Yeah, I like Bonnie okay." Bonnie had been Charlie's favorite. I focused on some dark shadowing under Bonnie's sunglasses. Suddenly, I heard a crash behind me and nearly jumped out of my seat. Whipping around, I saw Michael trying to pick up my violin case and music stand he had knocked over.

"Okay, buddy," I helped him put everything back into place. "Maybe we should go down to dinner."

Michael grinned and dashed out of my room, sprinting down the stairs in front of me. As I followed him my thoughts stayed with my violin. Music had become my other way of dealing with my emotions. Music was something I could get lost in, let every single drop of hate, anger, and shame pour out into a song before they can stream down my face. Art is more about control. It's the precise bits of emotion that are patiently and deliberately depicted on a page.

My mother sat at her usual spot on the left side of our large, oaken kitchen table, beaming over the steaming casserole dish in the center. At the head of the table, sporting a barely noticeable smile, only detectable by the slight dimples forming in his cheeks, was William. Michael had taken his spot next to mother and I wanted to kick myself when I realized my normal seat was right beside William. I slunk over and sat down, making sure to scoot my chair a good twelve more inches away from him. I pretended not to hear the sigh I got from my mother and ignored the conversation between her and William about how she hoped he would like dinner, and how he was sure he would and oh how delicious it looked. Michael mentioned how I helped make it and I gave myself a headache trying not to roll my eyes. 

Throughout the rest of dinner I tried to soothe my headache by drinking several large glasses of iced tea and water, and basically ignored everything that came out of William's mouth. He acted nice...too nice. He asked mom about how the house was holding up, if there was anything he could fix, how Michael liked school, how his summer break was going, and what he'd been up to lately. I had just finished my food and was looking for a chance to escape, when William turned to me. 

"How was your school year, Elizabeth?"  

My gaze cut sharply to him, startled. His eyes were shifting, flowing in waves of blue softness and aquamarine steel. 

I shrugged, "I don't go to school."

"Why doesn't she go to school?" William's face bore a hilarious appalled look. 

"Elizabeth is homeschooled," My mother cut in, "and she does mostly college classes online." 

"Because I don't want to spend my time around imbeciles." I mumble, earning a glare from my mother. 

"We just didn't see it as the best option at the moment." Mom gave me a 'don't you dare say another word look'. 

"But Michael goes to school?" William was obviously confused.

My mother was fumbling for words. "Michael does better...socially than Elizabeth. It's just easier for him to...be around so many people."

"You got that right." I mumbled again. 

"Elizabeth Annette," My mother's face threatened corporal punishment if I opened my mouth one more time.  

I bit the inside of my cheek, lifted my chin in defiance, and dared to speak anyway. "Well it's not like it's my fault I can't go to school. In fact maybe I should go to school like Michael!" 

My voice was mockingly cheery and I hoped William caught every hint of sarcasm.

"I'm sure being the daughter of a child murderer will make me immensely popular in school. Who knows maybe I'll even be the homecoming queen and for my speech I can tell the story of how my father stabbed my best friend in her sleep! Wouldn't that be lovely!" 

My voice tipped into a British accent  when I said lovely and I knew my degradation of William had gone too far. My mother's face was a mixture of shock and rage, her fingers gripped hard onto the table, turning whiter than I thought possible. Michael cowered beside her looking as if he was about to cry, and William...WAS SMILING AT ME?!? His pearly white teeth flashed at me, although the grin did not meet his eyes and I could see the indention where his teeth were pulling at the inside of his cheek. 

"Yes, I can see why you wouldn't want to go to school, Elizabeth." He stood slowly, purposefully, but i caught the slight quiver in his hands. "Now if you'll all excuse me I believe I need to go out for a quick fag." 

Mother stood and retrieved the cigarettes and lighter I didn't know William had from the kitchen counter. He had never smoked when I was a child. 

"Thank you dear. Dinner was lovely..err...delicious." He walked out the front door without another word and through the window I saw a small flame glowing. 

I almost sighed in relief until I saw my mother glaring at me. 

"Young lady," If looks could kill I'm sure she would've burned a hole through my head. "We need to have a talk."

With a strength I didn't know she had, being several inches shorter and leaner than I, my mother held my wrist with a pressure that I was sure would leave indentations on my very bones, and towed me to her room. I was in trouble now.

[tittyblade]

tumblr etiquette 101

a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.

First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!

Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!

1) Your blog

This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!

Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.

Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]

Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.

You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.

Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.

Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.

Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.

2) Interacting with others

You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!

Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.

Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.

Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.

You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.

Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.

...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.

Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.

For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.

3) Your Posts

Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!

Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.

Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.

Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.

Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason. 

Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)

Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.

@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.

4) Tags, and tagging a post

This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.

Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.

Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.

Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it. 

If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.

Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.

Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved. 

If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others. 

Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol. 

You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.

#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.

Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:

Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3

[ikehoe]

Victory [Clavis Lelouch x Reader/Belle] [SMUT]

Rating: Explicit [Minors please DNI] Tags: Smut, Fluff, PIV, Creampie, Oral (Male-Receiving), Fingering (Female-receiving), Public Sex Description: Clavis plays a prank on poor Yves, and as Clavis' unwillingly participant in his trickery, you end up having to hide with him. Chaos ensues, and steamy, public sex where Clavis takes pride in taking you in the courtyard is the result. A/N: Eagerly awaiting our beloved prankster's English route in IkePrince. Does anyone know when it'll be released? My eyes kept getting drawn to Clavis throughout Chevalier's route!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Ikemen Prince or any of the Ikemen series games. I'm merely an avid fan of being MC.

WC: 3255

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Eyes widening in horror, you watched as the pretty blonde Prince brought his fork delicately to his mouth. The scene unfurled around you like that of a comedy. As if in slow motion, Yves' face immediately scrunched up in disgust once the soiled pastry reached his tongue and opened his mouth, ready to yell at the guilty culprit.

"Clavis!" Yves hollered, delicate features marred in anger and disgust. "Wh—what in the world did you do to my pastries?!"

Despite trying your hardest to reach the fifth prince before he fell victim to another one of Clavis' usually harmless pranks, it turned out that you were too late. Your widened eyes searched desperately around the courtyard for the mischievous Prince that had been making regular appearances in your thoughts lately. Of course, it wasn't out of the norm for Clavis to play pranks on his brothers, often citing love as the twisted reason for wanting amusement. However, what was unusual was Clavis' sudden need to have you bear witness to said pranks. Although you never noticed, and the prankster would never admit it to you, there was nothing like the twinkle in your eyes that would brighten up his day when you witnessed a particularly harmless and amusing joke at the cost of one of his brothers.

A familiar slender man with dusty purple hair suddenly came into your vision, and you couldn't resist flashing him an incredulous smile. Then, not missing a beat, he gave you one of his signature grins, the exact one that had your heart racing.

"Clavis!" You attempted to scold him, barely holding back a giggle. "Yves spent so long baking those. I can't believe you put horseradish in his macarons. You've ruined his day."

Not missing a beat, Clavis drew you to his side and headed towards the castle. "Well, my dear, sweet Belle. Yves has been extraordinarily intolerable with his nagging lately – constantly telling me that I need to take life seriously and stop playing pranks on people. It's as if he's forgotten who he's speaking to. I'd say he needed to be taken down a peg, wouldn't you?"

You were ready to shoot back a remark when you heard Yves' whining voice draw nearer to the two of you. Apparently, the Prince had also enlisted the help of Licht to try and find Clavis and enact revenge. As the sound of frantic footsteps grew louder and louder, you found yourself pushed into a nook of the castle walls, hidden away by the shadows.

There was not even a hair's distance between you and the mischievous Prince now. Your bosom was pressed against his toned chest, and the significant height difference between you and the Prince was all the more emphasized due to your close proximity. The Prince's golden eyes gleamed down at you as he raised one single gloved finger to his lips, effectively stopping you from saying anything.

Although every Prince of the Rhodolite royal family was stunning and powerful, you had always found yourself drawn to the mysterious charm of Prince Clavis Lelouch. He seemed unbearable to nearly everyone else around him, but there were rare moments when he expressed a vulnerability in his eyes that you didn't think anyone around him noticed. Your first meeting with him had been rocky, and although he had a penchant for teasing you until you were near tears, he always seemed to make it up somehow. After weeks of hot and cold with the third prince, you found your mind wandering to him during all times of the day. In fact, you were spending so much time at Chevalier's office that Luke had affectionately referred to you as "the only person that can tolerate Clavis."

If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you had fallen head over heels for Prince Clavis. What you didn't know was that he was also inexplicably drawn to you. There was a reason for his incessant teasing, the way his eyes always found you in a room full of people, the way he watched as your expressive and innocent eyes showed every emotion and every thought on your mind. It was so different from the calculated stares and manipulative words of those around him.

He knew that love stories between commoners and royals never ended up well, despite what those romance books seemed to say. However, there were days when he wished that just once, he could give in to his desires to claim you in every sense of the word – shield you away from the eyes of others and be the only person to elicit that captivating laugh of yours.

It seemed as though the coast was clear after moments of silence. The indignant screeches of Prince Yves could no longer be heard echoing throughout the courtyard, followed by Prince Licht's gentle and monotonous attempts at comforting the other.

"Clavis?" You whispered, heartbeat thundering in your chest. A few seconds of silence passed by, worrying you as the man pressed against you remained silent. "Clavis, I think they're gone. We can probably go now." Then, right as you were about to step back to put some distance between you and the Prince, you were stopped by his hand gently resting on your arm. The light scent of his cologne, reminiscent to that of bergamot and undertones of wood, filled your nose.

No, I'm not. I haven't been alright since you stepped through the doors of this hellish castle. Clavis thought, mesmerized by your full lips, the luminous skin of your shoulder peeking out from the top of your elegant, chiffon dress. One that he had specifically picked out for you, blaming an order from Sariel, when in truth, he wanted you to dress solely to his taste.

"I've always said it's better to ask for forgiveness than for permission," Clavis mused to himself, the corner of his lip twitching up as you looked up at him quizzically.

"What are you talking about, Clavis?" You asked, bright eyes meeting his darkened gold ones.

"Well, my darling Belle, how can I say this, but I find myself drawn to you, yet I do not know why. I spend my life seeking excitement and never finding it, yet I've been more entertained in the past month than I have in my lifetime. Why is that?" Clavis mused again, training his eyes on yours as he inched closer and closer to you. "Have you placed a spell on me? Shall I call Sariel to remove this enchantress from the castle?"

"I—I don't know what you're talking about." You stammered out. "You're the one that's always teasing me!"

"Hahahaha, well, haven't you heard, Belle? A man only teases a woman that has caught his attention, and you, my darling, have me hooked on it."

A moment later, you found Clavis' soft lips pressing against yours, surprisingly gentle for a man who dedicated his life to wreaking havoc in people's lives. It was almost as if he were asking for permission to continue. The heat between your bodies became unbearable, and you let out a quiet moan into his mouth.

At the sound of your moan, Clavis deepened the kiss, grasping the back of your head with one gloved hand and using his other arm to wrap you tighter against his body. Then, with your bosom fully pushed up against him, he momentarily detached himself from the heated kiss to look down at the generous swell of your breasts.

As if willing himself to quash the beast inside of him, Clavis rested his forehead against yours and took a deep breath. "As a true gentleman, I am giving you one chance to tell me you do not want this before I absolutely ravish you and make you mine."

Your chest rose up and down, barely able to catch your breath from the passionate kiss that had just occurred. Instead of answering the Prince, you shyly nudged his nose and brought your lips back to his, smiling against him as if to will him to continue.

Whatever restraint that Clavis had demonstrated a second ago seemed to snap once your lips rejoined. His hands trailed to your backside and kneaded your ass roughly, causing you to gasp into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue sliding against yours caused your mind to go hazy, only responding to his actions with soft moans that only spurred the Prince on further.

"Clavis, p—please, don't tease me," you protested weakly as the Prince grinned against your lips. His hand moved from your rear and began kneading the swell of your breasts through the thin material of your dress. He gently flicked your nipple, causing you to emit another squeal.

"Oh? What is it you want from me, my darling Belle? You'll have to tell me using words from your pretty little mouth. I can't read minds, sweetheart," Clavis drawled, slowly reaching to pull down the top of your dress.

"I—I want you. I want you to take me. I want you to mark me as yours everywhere," you stammered out in shame, barely able to look him in the eyes as the dampness in your panties was becoming unbearable. With every second going by of Clavis teasing you, you felt the heat coil in your lower belly stronger and stronger.

"Fuck, you want me to mark you, huh? Mark you so that Chev and all those fucking bastards know that you're mine," Clavis groaned, eyes closing momentarily as his cock throbbed against the confines of his pants at your dirty request.

You squealed as Clavis ripped the bodice of your dress open, exposing your bare breasts and hardened nipples to the cool air of the courtyard. His mouth began to lavish your breasts, causing purple flowers to bloom with the force of his lips. The feeling of his wet tongue tracing your nipple in figure eights was causing your moans to grow louder and louder. You were sure that anyone walking by would be able to hear you, but at that moment in time, you didn't care. All that mattered to you was the heat of Clavis' body, his skilled actions, and the anticipation of what was coming next.

"I want to taste you," you said breathlessly as the Prince looked up from the swell of your breasts with a suggestive smirk.

"Be my guest, my darling," Clavis responded, unbuckling his intricate armour from his body. His hardened cock was visible through the fabric of his pants, and as he removed each layer from his body, you could feel your wetness seep through your undergarments even more.

At last, with his briefs tugged below his rear, the Prince's hardened cock was revealed to you. He gently guided you down and sat in front of you, hardness erect in all its glory. Your mouth began watering in anticipation as you drew closer and closer to his cock. Finally, you felt his gloved hand rest on your cheek, gently caressing you in adoration as he urged you silently to do anything to please him.

You tentatively stuck your tongue out and licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip.

"F—fuck," Clavis groaned under his breath, hand now moving to grasp the back of your head.

Bolstered by the delicious sounds coming from your lover's mouth, you hollowed out your cheeks and began to suck, moving up and down with ease. Next, you reached your delicate fingers out to fondle Clavis' balls, causing the Prince to yelp and pull your head back with a forceful tug. A wanton moan came out of your mouth at the firm action as your spit mixed with Clavis' pre-cum dribbled out the side of your mouth.

"You, my darling, are irresistible. But I need you to stop doing that lest you want to swallow every last drop of my seed the first time we're together. I want – no, I need to cum inside of you." Clavis panted, a gloved thumb reaching out to wipe away any spit evident on your face. He pulled you into his lap nudged you affectionately with his nose, eyes darkened with lust.

Shivering in anticipation, you nodded as Clavis pulled your head up and recaptured your lips in a messy and desperate kiss. Your tongues swirled together in passion and heat, but it still wasn't enough to ease the throbbing in your clit. It seemed as though Prince Clavis indeed could read minds, despite his earlier teasing, as you felt the rustling of cloth and the sudden sensation of your dress being pulled up above your crotch.

"Belle, you're absolutely dripping," Clavis muttered in awe, eyes wide as he looked at your dripping slit.

Before you could even respond, you felt a long and slender finger gentle trace your lips. Your back arched into Clavis' chest, and you let out a squeak, only to hear a dark chuckle in response. Clavis lifted his finger, and you watched in awe as he tasted it.

"Fuck, you're delicious," Clavis murmured, smirking at how your cheeks had heated up to a bright red colour. "Don't show anyone else that face. Only I can make you look like that."

"Yes, Clavi—Mmph!" You squealed, feeling Clavis return his hand to your folds and begin to gently rub your clit. "Cla—Clavis that feels… Oh god." The feeling was absolutely indescribable. With every caress, Clavis brought you closer and closer to your release. Your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure – unaware that the Prince was watching you with absolute awe in his eyes.

"Ah, please, I need more!" You squealed. You wantonly began placing kisses along Clavis' neck, causing a low groan to emit from him.

"Not until you cum on my fingers, Belle. I want you to scream loud enough that every fucking person in this castle hears," Clavis whispered, pulling your head back with his other arm.

Suddenly, the Prince entered you with two fingers, immediately finding the rough ridge at the front of your walls and relentlessly coaxing an orgasm from you.

"Clavis!" You shrieked as your vision went white; the coil in your belly burst in a haze of pleasure. The intensity of your orgasm was far greater than any other pleasure you'd ever felt at your own hands. You weren't even able to grasp the Prince's gentle murmurs into your ear and caress against your back as you came down from your high.

"My darling, I don't think I can go another second without being inside of you," Clavis whispered, sensually nipping on your earbud.

If the Prince thought you were an enchantress for what you did to him, Clavis indeed had to be 100 times worse. With just a simple action, the heat had flooded back to your face, and you felt that familiar aching need for him once again. You leaned back in for a sensual kiss as Clavis lined the tip of his cock with your cunt. Inch by inch, he slowly pressed himself into you, causing you to experience a mixed sensation of pleasure and pain.

"Shhh, it's okay. I know you can take it, sweetheart," Clavis cooed, gently kissing the tip of your nose and nuzzling you with the affection of a lover.

Once your walls had fully adjusted to the Prince's surprisingly large manhood, you gently placed your hand on top of the Prince's.

"I need you now, Clavis."

Clavis stirred at your words and began rocking his hips into you, picking up speed with each passing moment. Your eyes fluttered at the unbelievable pleasure you were experiencing with every thrust.

"Oh, oh my god!" You cried out, wrapping your arms around Clavis and holding on as the Prince thrust up from beneath you. "Clavis, you feel s—so good!"

A string of curse's spilled out of the Prince's mouth as he began to thrust up deeper into your passage. With each thrust, you could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix and rubbing against the pleasurable ridge. You felt Clavis shift underneath you, and the next thrust into you caused his cock to rub directly into your pleasure spot.

You cried out, wanton moans echoing throughout the yard as you once again neared your climax. The pleasure that you were experiencing was unlike anything you had ever felt before. The Prince, noting your tremors, captured your chin with his fingers and brought your lips to his once more, bringing the two of you into a frenzied and dirty kiss.

"Cum for me, my darling," Clavis growled. Then, with one last deep thrust into you, you felt yourself unravel around his manhood.

"Clavis!" You cried, holding onto the Prince's toned body as you came undone once more. The Prince slowed his movements as he held you through your climax, gently rubbing your clit with the tip of his thumb to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible.

"Just hang in a little more," Clavis urged once your eyes refocused on his golden ones. With a few more thrusts of his hips, your name spilled from his lips with a groan. You felt his hot warmth fill your walls as his cock throbbed in you.

While slumped against Clavis' hard chest, you felt the hammering rhythm of his heartbeat. You felt your lover press a kiss onto the top of your head and slowly start to move, making an attempt to remove his manhood from you.

"No, wait," you mumbled against his chest, cuddling into him even more as you heard his telltale chuckle reverberate beneath you.

"With how loud you just were, I give us a total of 3-minutes before Yves finds us to ruin our day. I suggest we head back to my room to finish what we started. Don't forget, I haven't even gotten to taste you yet," Clavis smirked, eyes twinkling as your cheeks heated up once again.

"You still want to go again after that?!" You exclaimed with eyebrows furrowed. But, of course, it was a given that the third prince was skilled as a swordsman and fighting – but you had no idea that relentless stamina was an added bonus of that.

"Now that I've had you once, Belle, I don't think I can stop," Clavis responded nonchalantly, pulling you into another heated kiss. "I'll consider letting you rest for a bit after I've made you cum for the third time in my bedroom, but we'll see."

You blushed in response to Clavis' lewd words. As the Prince began to redress, you moved to pull your skirt down only to realize that the bodice of your dress was utterly ruined, and your breasts were still exposed to anyone who might be looking.

"Clavis! What am I supposed to do about this?!" You cried out, pointedly looking at the mischievous Prince.

"Ah, right. As much as I want to continue looking at your splendid figure, I did say that now that I've had you, no one else can – and this includes seeing you," Clavis chuckled. He made quick work of removing his jacket and covering you with it. "You know, with how spectacular your breasts are, I think you've almost converted me to a breast man – specifically yours, though. Jin will be so thrilled."

Unbeknownst to you as you were chiding Clavis about his crudeness, your lover had looked up to notice a particular Second Prince's cool gaze upon you two. With a cocky smirk and a wink, Clavis mouthed two words to his brother.

I win.