#i'll never get over the amount of care and detail that was put into each one of kratos' expressions

[lemonworldmp3]

"what do you even know of godhood? in your lifetimes, has anyone ever worshipped you? ever prayed to you? can you even imagine that kind of love?"

GOD OF WAR RAGNAROK, 2022

[notmyneighbor]

Let Me in ~ Doppelgänger Francis Mosses/The Milkman x Female Reader

Chapter 3

Word Count ~ 2.5k

Rating ~ Explicit

CW ~ blood and gore, body horror, character death, minor violence, dubious consent, sexual content

Also available on AO3

Fanart used with permission @kaworinx on Instagram and TikTok

You sit on the side of the bed that had once belonged to Francis Mosses.

The comforter and top sheet have already been pulled down. You lean over to slide out of your low heeled pumps, tucking the pair of navy leather shoes neatly under the bed.

There’s a bible on the nightstand. A worn looking copy. Beside it a glass with a shallow amount of water resting in the bottom, the remnant of a late night attempt to quench thirst, perhaps.

The doppelgänger watches your movements. How methodical each action is. Slow and deliberate. You’re stalling.

He settles beside you and the mattress creaks as the springs are compressed. That odd sort of shimmer you’d noticed earlier outside the security booth outlines his frame for a brief moment. A surge of light and color as the skin ripples before settling. They still weren’t completely able to disguise what they were. All hope was not lost.

Your own fate, however, seems sealed. You lie down slowly, carefully. You feel as if you are laying yourself to rest in your own coffin. Turning your face ever so slightly to see if there is any trace of the man that had once slept here, some lingering scent or an indent from his face. Nothing but the fragrance of clean linen. The imposter moves as if to join you but you halt him, your fingers closing over his forearm. Your first time touching him and not the other way around. “Take your shoes off.”

The creature snickers, glancing down at the scuffed oxfords he’s wearing. Overdue for a shine. “What possible difference does that make?”

“It’s respectful. You never put your shoes where someone sleeps.”

“He won’t be sleeping here ever again.”

You inhale sharply, wincing. “Please just do it.” You can’t say why you’re so hung up on this. Only that it seems the right thing to do. A small thing in a sea of wrongs that you’re clinging to like a life preserver.

“Fine.” He acquiesces, bending to unlace them. There is no care in his actions. Just brisk, impatient pulls to undo the knotted ties. Then he is lying beside you. Your heads sharing the same pillow. Francis only used a single one, apparently. Preferring to slumber lying with his head and neck rather flat. You always used two fluffy pillows, minimum.

You can hear the sound of music starting to play, emanating from the resident’s apartment next door.

Mia Stone, perhaps. The blonde teacher who was Dr. Afton’s fiancée. You instantly recognize the musical artist crooning through the walls: Billie Holiday.

I say I'll move the mountains

And I'll move the mountains

If he wants them out of the way

You would have loved to play this record for Francis. You envision trying to dance in the cramped space of the living room, twirling around in his arms. “Did he really like my fragrance?” You know the creature could lie, of course. He’d say anything to manipulate you and get what he wanted. But you have to ask. Your heart won’t let you avoid the query.

The dark eyes of the pretender regard you. You detect no malice or dishonesty there. “Yes,” he says simply.

You close your eyes, sighing. “What else did he like about me?”

“Your smile, gifted once you were certain it was really him. The way you covered your mouth when you laugh, making some little relieved joke when you passed his identification and entry request back to him each day. The strands of hair that came loose around your face as the day wore on into late afternoon when he returned from his route. The—”

“—Stop. Please.” Tears well in your eyes. They didn’t sound like the kind of details the deceiver would create on his own. There was a note of truth to them. Genuine recollections. He truly was all that remained of Francis Mosses. A man that had been fond of you. You could have been with him, if only you’d been a little braver.

“You asked me to tell you.”

“I know. It’s just overwhelming.”

Like the wind that shakes the bough

He moves me with a smile

“Your kind is so fond of music. Your milkman was always humming. I don’t see the use for it.”

The your wrenches your heart. He wasn’t yours. Never would be. “It’s a way to expression emotions. When words alone aren’t enough.”

“Hmmm.” He reaches out and you flinch. “Why are you fighting this so hard? This is what you wanted.”

“I didn’t want Francis to die.” You pause, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “Why do you want this?”

”Curiosity. An experiment of sorts. There has never been a union between our kind. Not of this nature. A desire to know what it feels like. To see what might result.”

You shudder. An experiment. Using you like some kind of animal for breeding. A mere whim.

He reaches again and this time you force yourself to hold steady, your chin lifting with a short jerk of defiance. Your hair is his goal. Tucking it back behind one ear. Maybe something the milkman had wanted to do. There’s a sudden softness in the doppelgänger’s eyes. As if the human he’d once been was peeking through at you. You find yourself melting again, your defenses coming down.

I say I'll care forever

And I mean forever

He moves closer to you. Inching over across the white fitted sheet. A thumb strokes away one of the tears that has escaped its prison. He captures the other from the opposite cheek, bringing it to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the droplet. “Salt,” he says, recognizing the mineral.

He kisses you.

You’re not sure if it’s better to think of the man you had loved or not. Was it dishonoring his memory or was it a way to keep him present in some vague capacity? There’s no clumsiness this time. He knows the feel of your mouth. The way to shift against you. Tongue mapping past smooth cheeks and dragging along the carpet of muscle at the base of that maw. Maybe it was better to pretend this was Francis after all. You cup the back of his neck, fingers teasing the edges of his milk chocolate tresses. Curling slightly on the ends. It would be time for a trim soon. Would have been. The illusion you’ve created is crumbling again. Your lips falter, your hand dropping away.

Crazy he calls me

Sure, I'm crazy

Crazy in love am I

“Sweetheart,” the invader murmurs, tasting along your jaw, your neck. “I like the way you smell.” Speaking for himself, not Francis. You hear the sharp intake of air. The hand that had been casually laid across your shoulder slides down until it reaches your breast, gently kneading that globe through the layers of your bra and blouse. “Does this feel good?” His voice is octaves lower than you’d ever heard from the milkman. Slightly raspy and sultry, not unlike the singing voice that permeates through the wood and plaster behind the bed. You don’t dare answer, merely whimpering a little and he seems to take this as an affirmative response.

His hand leaves your breast and finds the top button of your shirt. Always sensible, pure white, part of the uniform standard the company requires. Another threaded plastic disc is pushed through the hole. He works his way down until all those that are exposed have surrendered, the remainder still tucked within your skirt. His fingers part the edges of the fabric encasing your torso, peeling them back to reveal the white satin brassiere beneath. He caresses you briefly through this slick material before tucking inside the cup until he brushes across your areola. Your nipple peaks beneath his ministrations as his lips move back to yours. He is surprisingly gentle, lightly pinching and rolling the aroused tissue. Your body betrays you, responding to the creature’s touch. You should be ashamed, disgusted. Instead you find yourself wanting more.

“Off,” he murmurs impatiently, plucking at your bra before his hand departs your chest. You struggle to sit up and he allows it, watching you pull your blouse free from your skirt and unfastening the cuffs before sliding it off your arms. With a swift gesture borne of long practice you easily pinch and release the hook and eye closures resting along the center of your spine, the cups immediately folding down over the underwire, the straps drooping over your shoulders.

The doppelgänger assists you now, sliding the brassiere off the rest of the way, exposing your chest to him. Your cheeks are pink, flushed like the nipples he’s toying with again, his head bending to suckle at one and a lick of flame sears your core. This is part of the invasive species’ learning process, you think. Taste as important as touch. His mouth moving not with the sole purpose of your pleasure in mind, but as a means to explore flavors and textures. Cataloguing. More of humanity’s secrets unveiled.

There is a song you don’t recognize playing next door now. Muffled voices. You’d had no idea the walls were so thin. Francis had never complained.

You’re shoved back down onto the pillow. His mouth wanders, back up to sample a collar bone, the hollow at the base of your throat, then dips in between your breasts and tastes the skin of your abdomen. You wonder if he can detect the floral soap you’d bathed with that morning, the traces of lotion you’d applied during your hygiene routine.

“I like this,” he says, his breath warm on your body. “You’re so soft. Smooth. Not like…I’ve never taken…” It had often been debated if there were sexes in their species. How they propagated. There was still so much unknown. Was there a reason he’d only chosen men to replicate? Was it simply because he was male himself? You could not explain how you knew it, but there was something distinctly masculine about him. Authoritative. Blunter than a woman would be. A lifetime of being raised to respect decorum had been firmly ingrained in you. Society valuing a woman who knows her place. Taught to be demure, deferring to the wisdom and guidance of their male counterparts. Serving and obeying, like you’re doing now.

The imposter returns his attention to your face. Licking your mouth back open. He likes this, you think. All of what you’d shared thus far, but perhaps the kissing best of all.

The background melody silences and you think you detect the front door opening and closing. You wonder if the couple will be going out to an early dinner. Curious when they find there is no one guarding the building. But not alarmed. Not yet.

Your skirt is being lifted, polyester dragged upward after the copycat’s hasty reach downward to gather the hem. Immediately sliding back down, stroking over your exposed thighs that are clad in nylons that stop midway across each of your upper legs. Nothing fancy, just utilitarian features in a shade of nude slightly more tanned than your own complexion. He nudges against the seal you’ve created by pressing your legs close together. “Let me in, sweet girl.” An echo of what he’d said earlier in an attempt to gain access to the building, now seeking entry into you. You feel your limbs parting for him nearly as promptly as you’d opened the door.

The pretender works his way back up to the fork of your body, teasing along the crotch of the white panties. You gasp and he smiles against your lips. His palm drags over the fabric until his fingers find the elastic waistband and he dips beneath it, running overly the neatly trimmed hair on your pubic mound, following the curve of that padded flesh until your sex is palpated.

Another gasp and a moan escapes you. “So wet,” he remarks, fondling the pink lips, parting the petals with his middle finger to slide through the slick arousal your body is creating, working the lubricant up and down, passing over the hooded nub and then delving back towards your entrance, where more fluid escapes.

It feels good and yet it doesn’t, his fingers too rough and just shy of where you need him. You squirm and wince at the harsh handling of your clitoris and he pauses, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Show me. Show me how you like to be touched.”

You reach down cautiously, guiding his fingers to one side of your sensitive bud, lightly pressing and rolling a fingertip so that your clit is ground slightly against the bone beneath. Alternating now, reaching back down to gather more of your slick before spreading it over that hooded button, a few direct strokes applied before beginning the process again. He replicates your actions and your body responds immediately, a hum of pleasure heating you. You close your eyes and you think of the milkman, the real one, with his kind smile and his tired eyes.

“Francis.” The name escapes your lips and you freeze, the rocking motion of your hips against the imposter’s hand abruptly ceasing. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Alarmed by how easily you’d allowed yourself to give in to the desire, accommodating this make believe passion.

“It’s alright, love. It’s me. I’m here.” His tongue laps at your ear, at the sensitive patch of skin behind it. You shiver and resume grinding against his fingers, letting yourself be deluded once more, your hand curling over his forearm.

“Francis,” you say again, hoping he can forgive you, in whatever form he now occupies, if he is saved as his faith professes he would be, finding redemption and peace, somewhere far from your sinning body that writhes in pleasure from his murderer’s touch.

You push against his hand and he allows it, applying force against the hollow cavity that leads to your womb. “Let me in,” he breathes, and you feel a finger invading your body, shoving through the narrow confines of that muscular tunnel. Withdrawing and spearing again, the digit saturated with your arousal. You moan and lift your pelvis to meet him. Curling inside, massaging that dip of spongy tissue. Crooking each time he enters as if he is leading you forward, beckoning, his thumb drawing circles over your clit. You feel as if you’re on the edge of a chasm, teetering on the rim, about to drop forward into heat and darkness. Keening now. Thighs tremoring violently. Your face turns and your teeth sink into the pillow. “There you go, love. Give it to me. Give in to me.”

The coiling pressure within you snaps and you find release at last, the fabric clenched in your teeth doing little to muffle the sound of your orgasm. You’re drenched in sweat, the aftershocks of your appeased nerves still sizzling through you. The doppelgänger cradles you through all of it, holding you as you ride the waves that exhaust your limbs, making you feel boneless and limp.

“Francis.” It’s a yearning plea, a futile prayer, answered by the thing that is not him, but masquerades as such, crooning to you, whispering false promises, draping you in synthetic affection, a lie you want so desperately to believe.

[jamjaemin]

𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 pt2

Pairing:bf!dreamies × gf!reader

Genre:+18 obviously nsfw mdi, , I see you

Summary:here we go again since y'all loved the pt1, dreamies thoughts I think they're accurate bc I'm a sex therapist and whenever I see their faces I know exactly what's going on trust me (this is not a summary anymore XD)

Author’s note: I'll turn some of these thoughts into smuts when I find time bc my college won't let me now.

Now playing: wine pon you slowed | doja cat

- one day, he'll surprise you with a date on a private yatch, after a drink and in the middle of the day, you made your way to the couch and before you knew it, he had his head between your legs. it wasn’t long before you were coming on his face, whimpering his name like a prayer.

Chenle, chenle,ZHONG CHENLE (the amount of times I think about this scenario is insane, in a white sundress looking so gorgeous for him..he want nothing but to eat you out)

- you were staying the night at a motel when you asked him to spank you. at first, he completely refused but after a lot of puppy eyes and pouty lips, then he enjoyed it as much as you did or maybe more.

Mark, Jeno (when they're super turned on they'll make you cry "im giving you what you asked for" is their motto, spank you harder if you don't answer them) Jaemin, Jisung (the exact opposite, they're the type to check on you with every spank, light spanking but if you asked for more they'll do it harder, still check on you tho)

- record you both getting at it to watch at a later date. A lot of hissing, humming and moaning, especially when he’s close.

Heavy on Haechan (he's not the main vocalist for nothing, so vocal in bed istg. when watching them again, The probability of having sex after is 100%)

- he would love to fuck you near a large mirror and tell you how pretty you look taking all of his cock, squeezing every inche of him and cum over and over again until you're can't take it anymore.

Super heavy on Jaemin (praising you all the time, hands touching all of your body with some shoulder kisses, when you get shy he will force you to look at the mirror by holding your jaw and make you see how you're falling apart against him)

- Likes to watch you masturbate, putting his head close and observing intently. Loses his shit if you moan his name while doing so.

Heavy on Renjun, chenle (moaning his name is the green light to help you out, toys, teasing, fingering...all of them while speaking chinese, make you cum hard but not harder than how his cock fills your pussy after) mark, haechan (will masturbate while watching you) jeno, jisung, jaemin (helping each other's masturbate, his fingers playing with your clit and your hand wrapped around his length)

- Very good at memorising how you like things done. What makes you pur and what makes you feral.

Renjun ( the details of your body, kinks, limits, never left his mind)

- When he's drunk the wild side in him shows. Not innocent. Not as gentle as you thought. He love making you stutter, holds your neck steadily, choking you. “You like this, don’t you?! Don’t look away!” It was obvious. He was going to fuck your brains out. He’ll make sure the only word you know is "more".

Jisung (he's a freak and good at hiding it, don't argue with me) Haechan (i added him just bc he have a thing for choking and being choked, he will give you a teasing smile if you do it to him then make you learn your place)

- Maybe you ignored him for fun. You didn’t want to take it far, but his reactions of “not caring” were so hilarious to you. Once he found out you were pranking him, He will ignore your orgasms just like you ignored him.

Heavy on Mark ( ain't the leader for nothing, i can imagine how hot and dominant he gets when he's mad, you would need a wheelchair for a good 2 weeks)

- He would play games, head between your thighs and die to end the game and eat you out, if he won he’ll eat your pussy gently and take his time with it but if he loses he’ll devour it and won't stop even when you beg him.

Haechan (blaming you and saying its all your thighs fault), Jeno, jisung (the special way of celebrating their victory or taking out the anger of defeat)

- The air always hung heavy when he's working out. it's the way his brows furrow in intense concentration or the groans he make as his muscles flex. either way, it’s a big turn on for you and he knows it. “c’mon, I know you want it sweetheart, open up for me,” “princess… you can give me one more, right?” “that’s my girl.”

Na fucking Jaemin, jeno (no explanation needed, i know..you know...we know)

Have a great day/night and ty for reading♡

[reashot]

Jaune Phone Call with Papa Arc.

Team JNPR Dorm Room.

Jaune: I'm gonna fail this assignment because my dad won't open up.

Ren: Me and Nora going to fail because our parents were killed because of a Grimm attack.

Pyrrha: Wow I didn't knew that Ren. I'm sorry to hear that. And are you doing Nora's homework?

Nora: Fo'sho. What? You expect me to do my own homework? Please think even less of me.

Ren: Look Jaune, back on topic. A lot of people feel more comfortable talking about personal things when it's not face-to-face.

Nora: Maybe you should try calling your dad.

Jaune: I guess it's worth a shot...

*ring* 🎶

Mistralian Restaurant.

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: H-hey dad. What'chu up to?

Papa Arc: Eating lunch. I just needed a break from work you know. Lately I've been thinking about all the people I've had to kill...

God. The first, five, ten times you take a life it's eerie you remember every detail. I can see all their faces. One had a beard. Each time I pulled the trigger I tied a little knot in my memory no amount of whiskey could loosen...

Nora: *Scoots away from the phone call*

Papa Arc: Of course eventually I stopped caring. Now I can put a bullet through a man's head while figuring out how much VFC to pick up on my way home. It's usually no more than a bucket.

Pyrrha: 😱

Papa Arc: The sick part is I've come to love it. Snuffing out lives. I crave it. I feel like an angel of death, the messenger of eternal darkness, a merciless demon with an unquenchable... Oh! They just put more orange chicken on the Buffett gotta run. *phone ended.

Nora: *Hiding under the bed*

JPR: *Stunned in place*

Back in the Dorm Room

Jaune: I can't turn this in. It's all about my dad killing people.

*someone enters into the room*

Yang: What is this about killing people?

Pyrrha: Hey Yang, it's nothing we're trying to finish our assignment.

Weiss: I already finished mine ages ago. What took you guys so long?

Ren: We're trying to get Jaune's dad to talk about what happened during his time, but so far he's being "uncooperative"...

Blake: How is he being "uncooperative?"

Nora: *shivering* You don't want to know....

Ruby: Oh, maybe I can help you with your dad? 🙂

Jaune: *rub Ruby's head* It's okay Ruby. It's my assignment after all. You don't have to do anything to help me.

Ruby: *purr* 😸 (Oh yeah, that's the stuff... Run my head like you own me. 😚)

Ren: Call your dad again and get him to talk about something else.

*ring* 🎶

Papa Arc: Hello?

Jaune: Hey dad.

Papa Arc: Son, glad you called. I was kind of bumming thinking about your mom.

Jaune: W-what, why?

Yang: (Isn't she the hot one?)

Papa Arc: *sigh* I feel like our lovemaking has lost all its intimacy. We're not attuned to each other's love energy, we're just slamming away...

Jaune: Dad! I'm here with the girls on speakerphone.

Blake: (Don't interrupt him! 😾)

Papa Arc: Hey girls! So, Lovemaking sure can turn into sex without you even noticing it. And why not sex with your mom feels great!

*Team RWBY starts circling in to listen closely.*

Papa Arc: It's easy to think, maybe there is love and then there's the performer in me always trying to get your mom turned on.

Weiss: (Scandalous...)

Papa Arc: I pull her hair, choke her lightly or not so lightly.

Ruby: (I wish Jaune will do that to me one day.🥵)

Jaune: Dad! When you were my age. What was the cost of a loaf of bread.

Papa Arc: The focus becomes how hot she gets. How many times I can make her shudder with pleasure.

RWBY: *giggling*

Jaune: Allright this is enough... *gets tackled to the ground*

Ruby: Don't, disturb your dad! 😠 *gag Jaune's mouth*

Jaune: *muffled scream*

Yang: Dad. What do mom boobs look like?

Papa Arc: I'll tell you Yang they're perfect. Creamy, twins with faint blue veins running over them like cooling streams I can wash my face in it...

Yang: Oh that's hot.... *starts rubbing herself.*

Blake: Hmmph! You never get this hot when you're with me...

Yang: Really? Maybe I should change that then... *long sensual kiss*

So how do you like it my kitty cat?

Blake: ... It's a start. *return kiss*

Ren: Shouldn't we stop this?

Nora: What! No I say we join in and turned it into an orgy.

Ren: Wait, what? *gets mounted by Nora*

Papa Arc: Of course it still wasn't enough for the both of us...

Ruby: So Jaune... Now that everyone are enjoying themselves. Maybe you want to do it with me too? 😊

Jaune: Ruby I...

Pyrrha: You can't! b-because Jaune is mine... *kiss Jaune*

Ruby: *gasp* (How could Pyrrha NTR Jaune away from me? He's mine I saw him first!😫)

Papa Arc: ... And even then we still weren't satisfied. It got so bad your mom decided to bring another woman into our bed to spice things up, as she puts it. Oh, the looks on your mother's face as I plow the other woman in front of her. Turns out your mom likes to look.

Ruby: (Could that be the solution. Me, Jaune and Pyrrha? I mean I do find the both of them to be extremely hot... Ah, who am I kidding. YOLO.) Pyrrha. Can you let me join with you and Jaune? 😇

Pyrrha: Well since you ask nicely...

Jaune: Wait, what do you mean by that? Pyrrha, Ruby why are the two of you looking at me like that??! No, no, no, stay away!!!

Weiss:

(No one wants to be with me 😢)

Papa Arc: And that's why Jaune you probably have another half-sibling running around right now... Oh, you having an Orgy in there? Don't let me stop you, son. But do remember to use protection. Unless you want to have an unexpected surprise like me. But seriously use a condom or I will castrate you... Oops. Gotta go Jaune. My egg fooyong is finally here.

Beacon Academy.

Cardin: ... That's why my Dad walked out of his Dad's funeral & I will walk out of my dad's funeral!

Peter: Great presentation Cardin. Now Jaune you're up. Show me your report on your father.

Jaune: I-I'm sorry, Professor Port but my dad wasn't really willing to answer the questions.

Peter: Nonsense young man. I give you an entire week. What were you even doing all those time?

Ruby: More like what haven't we been doing? 🤭

Pyrrha: *giggle* Stop it Ruby, you going to get us into trouble.

Ruby: I can't help it Pyr. So. Same thing tonight? 😉

Pyrrha: Most definitely, we're not going to let Jaune get any sleep tonight. If you know what I mean.

Peter: Why if I don't know any better, I think you are trying to get out of this assignment?

Jaune: Okay. Is that what you think? Okay professor Port here we go.

*Walks up to the front of the class*

Jaune: *click* Hey dad, I'm calling in front of my history class. So who was the councilman when you were a kid?

Papa Arc: Oh, I don't know but I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently. And why not. What so great about living? You know when I'm happy? For about five seconds when I first wake up. Before I remember who I am and what my life is about. Anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not. I don't know if there's an afterlife. But who cares. Nothingness couldn't be worse than my meaningless March through my empty days.

Jaune: You see professor Port... Professor Port?

Peter: He's right, it's pointless, Salem will kill us all... Life Dismissed. *jumps through the window*

Nora: I guess class is over?

[sethrollinsgirl]

Title: The Way I Loved You

Summary: Stefan Salvatore has been dancing around his feelings for you, all that comes to a halt when he finds out you have a date with Matt Donovan.

Stefan and you always had a complicated relationship. You were friends but there were always some unspoken feelings between you two. You always thought he would make the first move but he never did. You had got it in your head that maybe Stefan just wasn't into you like you were him. So you decided to move on, lucky for you Matt was interested. He had asked you out on a date tonight, The two of you were gonna meet up at the grill. So here you were with your best friend Caroline at your house trying to pick out an outfit for your first date with Matt.

"What about this dress Care?" You asked her as you held up a blue one-shoulder runched-up dress.

"It's ugly, how about this one? This one is so cute! Plus it makes your boobs look great." Caroline said handing you a black dress that showed a lot of cleavage. She wasn't wrong the dress did make your boobs look good.

Grabbing the dress from her, you mumbled a quick thank you before going to try it on.

"Okay, how do I look for my date with Matt?"

"You look stunning! Matt won't be able to keep his eyes off you. Do you want me to drop you off? I don't mind, I'm passing by there."

"You mean" you paused, faux shock written all over your face before continuing "you aren't gonna hide behind the booth behind our table and make sure our first date goes well?"

"No! I'm not a meddler" your laughter cut her off.

"Caroline Forbes you are many things, and a meddler is one of them. Besides you are the one who pushed Matt to ask me out."

"Yeah, only because you were so upset about Stefan. Matt and you would make a great couple. He's nice, he's hot and I dated him so I know he's a good boyfriend."

You laughed at that. Caroline and matt went out for a short amount of time before she got with Tyler. Caroline and you had been friends since the fourth grade. You were always shy and it was hard to make friends but Caroline kinda annoyed you into a friendship. You were forever thankful for that.

"Okay, you are right. Matt's a good guy. To answer your question though, no I don't need a ride. But thank you for offering."

"What are friends for! Okay, my work here is done. I'm gonna go. I'm supposed to be meeting Elena to talk to the creepy professor Shane, who Bonnie is so entangled with."

"Okay, good luck! I'll text you the details about the date after carebear."

"You better!" She told you over her shoulder as she left.

A couple of minutes passed and you were gathering your things to put in your purse.

"Alright, Phone... Check. Wallet... checks. Keys.... Keys." You looked around the room before spotting them under the bed. You quickly grab them and put them in your purse. "Keys check."

You were interrupted by a knock on the door. Figuring it was just Caroline, you grabbed your purse before going over to the door and opening it.

"Did you forget something care?" You asked as you opened the door. The shock was written all over your face as you saw Stefan there with a bouquet of Roses in his hands.

"What.. what are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be here."

"I know, I just wanted to talk. These are for you" he told you holding out the flowers to you. You grabbed them.

"Come in. I have to get a vase for these."

He followed you inside as you started to search for a vase for the flowers.

"You look beautiful by the way."

You found a vase running it under the sink tab filling it with water and setting the flowers in it. You moved so your back was leaning against the sink.

"Why are you here Stefan? I have to leave soon. I have a date to get to."

"That's actually why I'm here." He told you moving closer so that he was now standing in front of you. You two were so close to each other. Even if he wasn't a vampire, he would still be able to hear your heart beating fast.

"Don't go on that date."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Say it."

"Because Y/N, I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

"You can't do this. Not now. I waited months for you to confess your feelings and right when I try to move on.... You tell me you love me? Stefan you just can't do that."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought I'll tell you before it's too late. Is it?" Stefan asked you. You knew it wasn't too late. All you wanted was for Stefan Salvatore to admit he loved you and here he was standing in front of in all his glory doing just that.

"You were terrified? Why?" You finally gather corsage to ask him. Your hands were starting to sweat a little.

"You're human Y/N. I didn't want to get you involved with all of this but I can no longer fight my feelings for you. I love you. But I understand if you want a normal human life. Matt would be good for you."

You made a decision. Yeah, maybe getting involved with a vampire as a human was dangerous but Bella swan did it and she turned out fine for the most part. You knew you loved Stefan and for you that was enough.

"I don't want Matt, Stefan. I want you! I don't need a normal human life to be satisfied. I just need you. I love you. If dealing with all this supernatural craziness means I get to be with you, that I get to love you, and be loved by you then I would gladly deal with it. Besides Normal is relative." You told him.

"I love you Y/N. Let me show you just how much."

He put his hands on both sides of you trapping you in his vicinity before leaning down to kiss you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. You pulled back grabbing his hands and slowly moving towards the inside of your dress.

"y-you're not.... w-wearing anything under that are you?" Stefan asked you slightly pulling back.

"Nope, you want to take this upstairs?" The only answer you got in return was him picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

He set you down on the bed before ripping the dress off of you.

"Stefan! I loved that dress." You wined as he looked at you sheepishly.

"I'll buy you another just like it." He promised you as he started kissing your neck and grabbed one of your boobs flicking his finger with it. He started slowly kissing down your body as he stopped at your inner thigh. Sucking on it, leaving a hickey.

"This is all for you so just relax and let me take care of you." Stefan told you right before he buried his face in between your thighs. His tongue moved in a quick fashion. Swiping up and down. Your hands gripped the sheets as he continue your movements.

"Fuck, Stefan don't stop." He didn't, he went faster with his tongue as you could feel yourself about to cum.

Stefan pulled back slipping two fingers in you as he moved them and out. He started off slowly but as your breath hitched he picked up the pace.

"Stefan, baby I.. I'm about to cum."

"Cum for me sweetheart"

He went faster and harder with his fingers inside of you. You couldn't take it anymore and you came all over his fingers.

You slowly sat up and grabbed his putting his fingers in your mouth and releasing it with a pop looking him straight in the eye.

"That was amazing." You told as you let go of his hands to pull him into another kiss.

"Yes it was." he replied pulling back from the kiss.

Your phone ringing downstairs interrupted you both.

"Shit, Matt! Oh god, what am I gonna tell him."

"The truth. I'm sure he will understand."

You signed before nodding and standing up to grab some clothes so you can go downstairs and call him back.

Stefan grabbed your hand pulling you back down on the bed.

"I'm not done with you yet. You can call matt later."

You giggled as he started assaulting your neck with kisses.

(A/N I don't own anything but the plot. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it)

[superconductivebean]

im here to yap about poppy x imelda (what i was put on this good planet to do) what do you think each of them finds the most attractive about the other? physically, emotionally & personality wise? i have my theories but i would LOOOOOVE to know yours <3

hmmmmmm we may call it then,

imelda x poppy headcanons - 3

Prolly a tw for graphic physical descriptions. Nothing sexual, just: scars, injures, and other things I think was logical for them to have.

To place it somewhere right away: my mc Julia's scar plays well in what Imaboutta share.

Physical:

Poppy looks… innocuous enough to suspect she has a very firm grip, a good amount of stamina, that she is very hard to tire down with long walks or other activities, not to mention Poppy has permanent skin discolourations, scars and other signs of working with beasts and creatures, plants and Herbology miscellanea. For Imelda, Poppy therefore is a reminder and a validation; a girl can look not just how she likes but also wear scars as a part of herself, a honeysuckle history mark left on her skin she shouldn't be afraid of. Imelda's quest for validation originates from the more conventionally or, no, another word: contemporary thinking people. To them, she somehow must look conventionally attractive and have no physical defect to herself. Otherwise, she's less… seen, less heard of, because people can't bear the thought of people being anything more than an embodiment of the whatever thing someone else has declared the beauty standard.

Anyone who deliberately abandons the idea of following the mob has her utmost attention. They're not living in the times when an open wear, however, but Hogwarts doesn't accommodate muggles. In Potions and Herbology students are encouraged to roll the sleeves up and doff robes; in Charms and DADA students get their clothing destroyed all the time; nobody remains in the day clothes at dorms. Yet, Imelda has side-eyes for how her arms look like, for example, and same goes to Poppy.

Imelda, as a Quidditch player, a chaser, has a sturdy build and she has her share of signs for once broken bones and skin torn open.

But she doesn't have quite the muscle mass; it is rather detrimental for Quidditch players to gain lots of it nor specifically train to acquire it, as they have to manoeuvre in the air and part of it lies in how they feel their own centre of mass, besides, the broom has its own not capacity but mind, if you will. Like on a horse, any change in mass of its rider will have it acclimatised for a while, even if it's short, it's still time. Which means, Quidditch players usually aren't deliberately shaping their bodies to a certain physique -- a detail often forgotten by the a-little-too-much aroused Quidditch public.

To Poppy it looks like Quidditch players are seemingly unaffected by the fulsome, if not downright filthy remarks. Poppy seeks this confidence about one's appearance, and Imelda seems a good teacher in how to let these comments slide. They can wear clothes with however much coverage they like but at the end of the day, nasty pieces of work with unsavoury made-up observations never shut up about how does one looks beneath it all -- nor they care for how much it starts to weigh on the mind with all these thoughts of "will she say anything after seeing that ugly mole?" or "how large that awful belly roll will grow, I need to change the diet" or "they're too big, no too small, no they're just atrociously looking pair" or -- you get the idea and it only get worse over time.

Their perception of each other creates a silly contrast of Imelda seeking something she thinks Poppy has while Poppy is all eyes for something Imelda simply must possess, and while they're at it, they don't realise they create these qualities to themselves by just admiring each other in a respectful -- and consensual -- manner.

I'll say, they thought a compliment or a validation like this absolutely couldn't sweep someone like her. THEY WERE VERY WRONG.

Sillies.

Emotionally:

They're both introverted, collected individuals but to each their own, passionate about things and respectful of each other needs in space and privacy. Imelda can be hot-heated, however, and Poppy can act surprisingly cold, it could lead to conflicts but would only last until they learnt why were they acting like that sometimes.

Imelda is open and feels free to tell what she thinks, but she may not necessarily mean anything, well, mean. That's how she was raised and although social interaction with poshhhh Slytherins had sanded her edges crudely, left places of her mind that splinter people on accident, she tries to work on it; which doesn't mean she will abandon being a little bit abrasive or brash.

She aims to be the person who says 'bitch' [affectionate] and if it'll irk people funnily, prompting their curiosity, she'll feel content.

Poppy, reserved and thoughtful, but also quite insightful, gradually helped her on her little quest on how to remain an outspoken girl. Because, well, one of the rare few quirks Poppy adopted from her parents was to be intimidatingly straightforward yet teasingly spleen with words.

Don't underestimate Poppy's sass, she has some wild lines in the game files, look, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN🤧🤧🤧:

There are so many things I'd rather do with my time.

Fight like you mean it or don't fight at all.

I shan't cower to you.

(laughs) Is this the first time you've held a wand?

May I suggest we not be here?

Oh goody. Undesirables.

That was brilliant! Do it again.

The music room is so disruptive with all those bells ringing again.

What are you doing here? Especially during the day.

Imelda has a thing for sassy people. She finds them similar to her and therefore she is sure they're able to tell when she's just herself and when she's actually mean anything other than what she wants to say.

Also, the House dynamics mention: idk who decided badgers are harmless, they quite literally eat snakes. Can not to mention that eagles can be as fierce and just chop off snake's head.

To conclude all this, their personalities are harmonious.

They are conversing, speaking, sharing things, all the time; problems and issues are never hidden and the fangs are never out; they've something -- or an illusion of it -- they crave to have, but it's not there, but instead of sighing and moving on, they grow into who they aspired to be or what they desired to have to themselves.

Their relationship is mutually beneficial I'll say; they're also very, mmmm, not clingy but affectionate people, cuddly, too.

Better together -- it's them.

P.S.

Brainrot: A song!

I've only the weirdest choices for the ship songs, but that one is also a choice for the narrative I sort of want each ship I have to adjust to.

It's a conversation. It's a deep yearning for connection and is only satiated after they start talking only to realise that feeling isn't going anywhere, that its magical fires aren't to be snuffed out; that it is the basis of the relationship, on so many levels, and something I might even call Fantasy for how rare I see of people doing just that -- talk.

To truly conclude the post, at why 'Echoes', David Gilmour's quote:

Echoes is a musical conversation between two people, Rick [Wright] and me. Sadly Rick is dead, and that's a conversation I can no longer have.

[liliotl]

What makes you like splatoon? We all have our own comfort games and reasons we resonate with them. So what do you like about splatoon the most that makes you such a fan?

What makes you like splatoon? We all have our own comfort games and reasons we resonate with them. So what do you like about splatoon the most that makes you such a fan?

That's a question with a HELLA long

If you don't feel like reading my response. This person captures how I feel pretty well

I think the number one is my love for the esthetic of the game, how the world changes over time, character age with me, and all the little details of the culture, in game bands, idols and maps. The sound track absolutely slaps and each game is like its own peice of art! I'm absolutely in love with the massive amount of lore we get from the game too. I'm a huge nerd for world lore and when I found my first sunken scroll in splat1 I was hooked! They put so much work into all the scrolls and lore and it excites me everytime when we get more! As an artist I focus so much on all these tiny details they add into the world that make it seem lived in and not just made for online play like alot of other online games look. (Like being able to see the Greek statue in the water on the bridge in the 3rd game, not necessary of a detail but they added it anyway to show time is actually passing!) I love that you can explore maps without being in a match too I did that SOOO much in each game.

2. super huge sea creature nerd and cephalopods (octopi specifically but mostly all cephalopods) are my favorite animals and I was stoked to see a game made with the main character being one, and their world just being ocean themed in general!!!

3. It was the first competitive/online game I've played where i actually felt apart of a community without really being apart of the community itself. Seeing peopels drawings in the square and squid parties made me feel very accepted and not having any voice chat made the game feel much more friendly cause you'll never hear or see anyone screaming at you for messing up, positive vibes only from this game!!

4. I can't play shooters, I'm horrible at aiming, so splatoon was perfect for me with the splash weapons! I was able to actually get good at playing competitively because most other players were also my age, so I was able to match skills with a lot of players. I tried tf2 and other games in the past before spaltoon but none really ever stuck because most players were much older than me and I always just died over and over without ever actually feeling like anyone really cared?? Not sure how to describe that but splatoon always felt more accepting to me.

5. I think it's also the time it came out was just perfect for me too. I was 15 when I got the first game and the characters being a similar age I instantly felt more connected to them rather than a game where all the characters are already adults. And now that I'm an adult all the characters I grew up with are also adults and it makes me feel some kind of way in my heart ;_;

Overall. Splatoon was there for me when I was going through the worst times in my childhood. there was always stuff for me to explore, Read, and play to distract myself and it never failed to make me smile. Especially octo expansion. The positivity from the characters despite the super dark things happening around them made me feel very hopeful for my own hard times and it bonded me to these characters even more y_y

There's so much more I could say but I'll leave it at that giant wall ✌️

[julietasgf]

I'll answer more calmly all later but when I saw your reply I realized I forgot to add my new hc of how Marcus and Sejanus meet in the latam AU (although it could also serve to some extent in canon) 😔😔

So I started to ramble on about certain details of that great moment of gentleness between Sejanus and Marcus and I was like ok putting snow on someone's finger to get them uninjured is a bit unusual knowledge for a child and more so if they were so young. I'm sorry I've never seen snow but I'm sure if I lived in a place with snow at that age I and many other kids probably would have eaten it instead of using it that way so I came to the conclusion that Marcus' parents, well mother, I don't know I always visualized him as the son of a single mother IDK, but his mother probably had some knowledge in traditional medicine -huesera, like those ladies who know all about tea and herbs and ointments and move arms and weists😝

So Baby Marcus from a young age had some knowledge on how to take care of small injuries BUT WELL. What I thought for the latam au was; Imagine Baby Sejanus gets sick and they take him to the doctor and give him all kinds of treatments but nothing seems to work and Vesta is heartbroken but won't give up so even though she had to fight with Strabo (not much because he ended up giving in because that's his son and well it wouldn't hurt to try even if he feel untrust about these things but Vesta yelled at him and threatened him a little so he stopped arguing quickly, pls "Vesta DONT ask me the divorced 😭" "🙄") Vesta starts looking for alternatives and that's when someone from her neighbors tells her about Marcus' mother and she goes and asks for help

And they start treating baby Sejanus who actually gets better!!!! but here's the thing :)) because baby Marcus helped his mom maybe with little things like watching Sejanus while he was napping or changing his pañuelo to bring his temperature down (while Vesta and Marcus' mommy become friends <3 and support each other with Marcus' mommy comforting Vesta and giving her encouragement and I'm sure Vesta would bring her bread and candy and probably made a principle payment for Sejanus treatment).

But I kinda see Sejanus was with fever and very tired the first days and Marcus didn't get a chance to talk to him well and was very curious to meet him, wondering all the time who he was and then one day baby Sejanus wakes up and their eyes meet and 😳

And that's it hahaha, wait for my proper response to your reply later

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH 😭😭😭

I've read some works on ao3 that have marcus' mom as a doctor on D2, and I think that to be really sweet; I've also never seen snow in my life, but I agree lmao 😭 and I also agree, in my head it's is already canon he's the kid of a single mother. and LOVE the idea of marcus' mom knowing about traditional med (here we call these ladies benzedeiras, it's common in small towns for when children are sick for moms to take them for these ladies to pray and give them teas and herbs)

strabo is extremely skeptical, he's that kind of guy who just doesn't believe in anything, but he was willing to spend any amount of money to get bby sejanus healthy again. and still, nothing is working, and he's already running out of ideas; vesta was letting him have control of the situation, but she was getting more and more desperate (that's her baby, she can't lose him like that), and then it comes to the point she grows so impatient and stands by the fact that NOW she's going to decide which doctor they would get sejanus to, and she already settled her mind on asking marcus' mom over. and of course they fight, bc strabo thinks it's such a waste of time to invite this lady over because "these are just plants, it won't make him better", but in the end, he gives in (the divorce threat made me laugh 😭 that's what he deserves). and vesta grew up in a small village, she saw plenty of times her sisters being sick and getting better because of this kind of treatment, so she at least have to try.

BBY MARCUS GOING TO HELP HIS MOM IS JUST SO ADORABLE, and his mom is apologizing to vesta because she didn't want to bother but she promises marcus is a good kid, and vesta not only is absolutely okay with it, but she spoils marcus so much, giving him all kind of treats and sweets (at the end of the day marcus and his mama come back home with a bowl with vesta's homemade dulce de leche). and when his mom and vesta are chatting, and his mom is comforting her saying everything will be okay, he's watching sejanus. and when marcus is caring for sejanus, he sometimes talks to sejanus, muttering stuff like "just get good already, your ma is worried about you" and "and you get better, maybe we can play together, you have really fancy toys". and vesta promises marcus that once sejanus gets better, they can play together ("but mrs. plinth, what if he doesn't want to play with me?" "he WILL, it's not a matter of choice").

the moment sejanus finally wakes up and sees marcus in his room omg 🥹 and they stand there in silence for a while, until marcus finally opens his mouth to say that sejanus has the biggest brown eyes he have ever seen, and sejanus is like "...thanks? I guess?" but blushing so hard. and then there's the whole moment of vesta crying so hard and hugging sejanus and thanking on her knees to marcus' mama. she turns to marcus and promises him he'll ALWAYS be welcome on their house. but marcus doesn't come back until sejanus goes after him to knock on his door and ask him to go to his house to play and watch tv with him after school.

(I'm actually obsessed with this, tysm bc this will probably live in my mind rent free for the next weeks 😭)

[batrachised]

I have another theory to add to why people don't remember/like/care about Teddy and Emily/Teddy much. The ending to Emily's Quest is so bad (imo) from both a literary and an emotional standpoint that no one has any time or motivation to form any sort of attachment to them as a couple or Teddy, who has been largely absent in the book, as an individual.

(I say knowledgeably having read this series exactly once as an adult.)

I FINISHED MY REREAD so I feel I can answer this question.

I think you've hit the nail on the head. I went into the remaining books of the series expecting Teddy to finally talk - in emily climbs we have the graveyard scene where they nearly kiss at the beginning- and it just...never happened. I didn't count the number of times he spoke, or even the number of times Emily and him interacted, but they seemed fairly few. In fact, if I were to rank Emily's love interests by the amount of attention they receive, it would be:

Emily's writing

Dean

Teddy

(Perry should be above Teddy but he doesn't really count)

The books consistently present Emily's ambitions/passion as a competitor to love. Dean will be about to kiss her, or she'll nearly cross some similar threshold--and then she'll think of a story (and I love that for her, she reminds me so much of Pat and I'm curious to know if this happened to LMM lmao). Dean also figures prominently in these books and actually has conversations (does anyone else straight up not believe he'd be content with a corner in Emily's house? Lmm was very vague about the number of years at the end of Emily's quest, but I can't imagine it to be decades) with Emily.

Regarding the ending, I feel like it felt...almost random. Emily's pride combined with Mrs Kent being insane (how many animals has this woman poisoned??) results in a mostly passive conflict. Emily and Teddy don't fight--they don't speak. This follows a relationship which mostly consists of thinking about each other. The sharpest conflict we get is when Teddy says he hated the star that represented Emily, and it's one of the most potent scenes in the book!

teddy seems a lot of tell and not show. We get told he's gentle, but that mostly consistent of him not doing something (IE, putting up with his mother). We get told he's a brilliant artist, but unfortunately this doesn't translate easily through text, unlike Perry's tenacity and Ilse's aggressive vibrancy. I do think the detail of him putting Emily into every girl he draws is a nice touch! But it's just a touch. We get told by Ilse, a potentially unreliable source, that Teddy is selfish, but we never really see that at length. To be fair, I am brushing over a lot of plot details here where Emily watches teddy do something or teddy makes a choice (ie staying in Europe so forth), but as always with our Teddy Kent--most of those occur from a distance.

Genuinely, I feel like we got more details about who MARK GREAVES is as a person than Teddy Kent (for all Emily looked down on him, well, he reminded me of her hahahaha). From what we do see, Teddy seems interesting. He can read Emily very well. He understands Emily's ambitions. He has a similar keen artistic sense. But again, a lot of these details are told to us, not shown.

That's what leads up to the ending of Teddy being left at the altar--which, again, we don't get to see his reaction on screen--then Emily basically being very depressed for years, and then him randomly returning. I don't know if you ever read the Pat series, but the ending here is actually very similar. A near absent hero returns after making his artistic name in far distant lands and BAM the couple is together, despite very little interaction in the book. Especially with Emily, I feel like there's a missing scene in between them not speaking for years and them basically immediately being like we do love each other. At the least, a sentence where Emily hesitates because of her pride would have added some texture. I'll end by saying all of this is obviously personal preference - I tend to not enjoy the dreamy artist love interests in the first place, so obviously I'm biased. But I do wish we had seen more of Teddy on screen, and Teddy engaging with Emily. I think the conflict of the third book was silence, and in being silence, it felt empty.

[insomniac-101]

God so I just recently purchased the Blu-ray edition of the tenth doctor's run and have been watching the commentary tracks for each episode (which btw, are soo good if you're a major fan of this era. They add a lot of context and extra details to the episodes).

I just finished the girl in the fireplace's commentary track and thankfully hearing the cast's comments on the scenes made it all the more bearable. Not because i hate the episode, but because everytime I rewatch it, it feels like reopening a flesh wound lol

Like it makes me so sad for everyone lmao.

Personally I am not of the opinion that it is badly written, I think the episode does a good job of exploring the more unflattering sides of the Doctor and his duties while also simultaneously exploring the strengths of those choosing to associate with him.

Within the episodes, the three leads make the ultimate sacrifice.

With Madame de pompadour sacrificing a slow path with the doctor for the greater good.

With Rose letting him go, knowing that his selflessness would never allow him to see someone he has come to care for, suffer a meaningless death

And the Doctor, choosing to step in and save Reinette, because it's the right thing to do in spite of knowing there's a possibility that he will never return. Especially with the amount of flirting they did, he formed a connection and now is made to pay the price for it.

It's such a sad episode, and the hurt on all sides always makes me feel so bad for everyone involved. Especially for Rose in particular, who has to put aside her personal feelings and step in spite of knowing how the doctor and Reinette feel about one another ( I wouldn't say love, but there's an attraction there definitely)

It goes to show how brave these two women are to do what is right even if it directly hinders their own needs. How much strength it really takes to accompany the doctor, given that one never knows how their adventures will end.

It also goes to show why you often don't see the doctor make promises to those he rescues. Why he often keeps people at a distance, because getting to know these people in peril personally makes losing them all too real. They become a priority above his better judgement, and he cannot escape the consequences of letting himself feel something towards them.

It's an unfortunate situation, but I think it goes to strengthen the bond between Rose and the Doctor further. As it not only explains why submitting to romantic attraction is a doomed endeavor on the Doctor's part, but why they both function well as a pair. Making them the only two in the scenario to really understand the repercussions of what has occurred on the big scale of things, but nonetheless letting the other grieve regardless.

Idk it's a war of conflicting feelings really lmao because although I am not a fan of the romance between him and Reinette (for other reasons), it manages to humanize him further. Making him a flawed individual that is not above making insensitive decisions or falling for flattery. He has feelings and emotions, that although help him sympathize to those around him, can also make him vulnerable in the same way any human is.

I think it adds to his character, although I will admit it had unfortunate timing on when it took place over the course of the overall character development (which ironically is a point that I have seen most agree with, even those that aren't the biggest fan of the Doctor and Rose romance). Overall, just very conflicted lmao

Lol just had to write out my thoughts, there will probably be more to come about these episodes since I'll be rewatching them.

[mc-park]

xiao fanfic idea (based on the 2.7 chasm quest)

REQUESTING FOR ANY BORED GENSHIN WRITERS TO WRITE THIS!!!

hello i dont have any energy to rewrite all my fanfiction ideas for this quest bc i made this long ass post abt it in detail but it didnt save and now i feel so hollow and numb. im going through every stage of grief right now, currently at stage 4, depressed.

all i ask is for xiao chasm content. please. i beg. SOMEONE, LITERALLY ANYONE PLEASE MAKE XIAO FOUND FAMILY CONTENT

and then put him through an indescribable amount of pain and turmoil as he fails to accept his yaksha friends are dead and faces the slow realization he has no family, other than zhongli, left.

please help me relieve some of this pain by reblogging or tagging your favorite writers in the comments and writing down your xiao x reader chasm ideas (also in the comments) for their inspiration ...ill join too once im done crying over all of my work disappearing

for now i'll just share a few of my daydreams at its most basic level and hope to god somewhere in the world a genshin writer will take this idea and bring it to life

(2.7 spoilers utc)

yaksha found family + reader witnessing all of it, being an outsider as another weaker yaksha.

where you, unaware of the suffering and pain that comes with the responsibility of being one of the five yakshas, hope to get an ounce of understanding for them like they do with one another, hoping to be part of what seems like a "family."

yearning to gain even a bit of that familial warmth, you glance over to observe them on the sidelines and smile at the sounds of their contagious laughter directed at xiao's now fully-painted face.

as years pass by, you watch in horror as each yaksha slowly succumbs to the darkness of their karma one by one, never returning to that bright family dynamic they forgot about.

finally, when xiao, the youngest of all of them, the only one remaining, tries to recover from the loss of valiant warriors he considered his siblings, you console him, experiencing a pain similar to his. both of you support one another awaiting the day you can reunite with the rest of the yakshas again.

this can really extend as much as it wants to starting off w wholesome shenanigans and then angst to possible hurt comfort or just you and xiao wailing in pain together. i love a good slow burn so thats my personal request, like each paragraph written above can be extended to a whole post and split up into a whole series, but really its up to whoever wants to take up my challenge to make it however they want.

xiao and reader dynamic:

in this case i feel like xiao bonds with reader where they feel this mutual emptiness but in different kinds of ways.

you feel alone in the world, you feel excluded from the rest of the yakshas, you long for something you don't have and haven't had in a long time, for that bond that effortlessly ties the five yakshas together. despite being surrounded by so many people you constantly feel like not one of them understands.

you want to be with anyone as long as it's someone. but you have no one. there are so many thoughts, feelings and emotions but there's no one to share them with no one who cares enough to listen. you wish for what the yaksha's have, the family they built on their mutual suffering and joys, where they all understand each others pain because they all share the same experiences.

you feel like no matter how kind or nice or strong and heroic you are or can train to be nobody thinks to call or ask anything of you, its this numbing feeling that prods in your chest at the loneliest and quietest of days, it's not like they're outwardly avoiding you, quite the opposite. they tell you to join, but however close you are to them you still feel distant, and when you part for your more meagre duties compared to their wider scale dangerous tasks, the rift between you and the family increases.

you don't feel upset, nor do you feel hurt, if anything you feel acceptance. it's normal. at times you feel gratitude; a warm feeling bubbling inside whenever they come to talk to you. happiness; whenever you see their doting towards one another, their dumb pranks and stupid jokes.

as an outsider, a weaker yaksha, you watch the adepti you've looked up to for so long from a distance and internally relish in the joy of their shared happiness.

whereas xiao is longing for something he's had before but can't do anything to get back, its this feeling of hopelessness and this agonizing need to go back to how things were, how he was before. he's distraught with the frustration and regret of not being able to get back what was lost and never being able to experience anything similar to it again. its sporadic. sudden. when the yaksha's slowly disappear, after years of investing in them from afar you end up feeling this way too, this same hole in your chest, this unshakable itch at the back of your mind that won't go away. the bond that you hoped to join, the joy you've observed for so long and the happiness you secretly chewed off of no longer exists.

now that you and xiao are the last yaksha left, perhaps you can form a new bond over your losses together.

THIS IS JUST FOR INSPO ON HOW TO WRITE THEM BTW!! do it literally however u want i just thought this would be really cool and emotional to write cuz like theres readers loneliness built up over the years and then theres xiaos mourning and that sudden period of grief and then the awkward sort of mutual sadness they feel in the end

family dynamic inspo:

xiao being the temperamental, more self centered youngest and bosacius acting as the more protective self-sacrificing eldest brother. followed by indarius (pyro yaksha) the second oldest almost mom-like, bubbly and loud friend, the walmart zhongli as the mediator, calm middle child and bonanus (hydro yaksha) as the second youngest, possessing a more timid, polite and shy aura.

a sample of how he may feel:

and when xiao is left alone, he tries to remember all his happiest memories with each of his friends. he longs for them, he longs for the past so much that it hurts. he wants to be his old self, to get rid of this aching loneliness but as each happy memory flashes by, he spirals into a deeper pit of sadness and activates this haunting feeling in his heart that feels like something is missing. recounting the memories of his loved ones, he swears that this will never happen to anyone close to him again. even at the cost of his own life. in the midst of his vulnerability, he unknowingly engrains that very same savior complex his leader, no, his brother bosacius once had.

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im sorry if there are grammar mistakes and stuff i rushed this really short idea bc i was busy trying to remember what i wrote before tumblr decided to reload and DELETE all of my work just bc it was in a silly goofy mood

ANYWAY SOMEONE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAKE A FIC ABT THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WANT SOME OF THAT JUICY JUICY JUICY DELICIOUS LORE

STARVED XIAO LOVERS UNITE! PLEASE TAG ALL OF THE GENSHIN WRITERS YOU LOVE AND BOUNCE OFF OTHER IDEAS, NOT JUST THIS ONE, IN THE COMMENTS!!

or reblog if you want to see someone make this themselves.

[qs63]

I'm actually curious about more than one of them, so I'll ask and you can choose one, or share a snippet or each, your choicr

1. Barril's because I've read the ch1 and I'm intrigued

2. Roy de-aged

3. Rebecca's fic

4. Marianne's gift

Thank you for asking! I'm more than happy to provide an answer for each of them. x)

Barril's

So yes, this is now called "Voices of the court" (named after a Hiroyuki Sawano song "Voices of the chord") and the first chapter was posted earlier this week. This is the same continuity as "The King's Counselor" and it's set almost a year after that fic. I don't want to give out too many plot details yet, but it is a bumpy ride for Roy and Riza. Here's a little excerpt from chapter 2:

Riza rolled the sleeves of her jacket and walked into the small kitchen. She occupied herself washing the dishes and throwing away some of Roy's spoiled food while she waited for him to finish showering. She was just putting some glasses inside the cabinets when Roy's larger hands pressed against hers, effectively stopping her from moving.

"You don't have to do that."

"You told me to make myself at home."

She couldn't see his face from that angle, but she could practically feel him glaring at the back of her head. He'd never liked when she cleaned after him. Not when he'd been her father's apprentice, and not now that they were sleeping together. He allowed it more at work, and even then that had taken her years of reminding him that taking care of him was part of her job.

She expected him to shush her away and take over the cleaning like he usually did. Instead, she was surprised by the weight of his chest against her back, and by the feel of his lips against the scar on her neck.

Roy de-aged

This is a very silly fic that started because of THIS tomochingus art and a conversation with Scienceoftheidiot. It's about Fuhrer Roy getting de-aged into academy Roy, and discovering all the wonderful and horrible things his future has for him.

The door suddenly opened, and a beautiful blonde lady entered the room. She looked at him and frowned. "What's the meaning of this, Havoc? Where is my hu–"

Roy squinted hard at her. There was something utterly familiar about her appearance. She looked just like… "Riza?"

Her breath hitched. She blinked and turned back to him with an increasingly fearful expression. "Roy?"

Wow.

What the hell.

Was that really little Riza Hawkeye?

Rebecca's fic

This one —also referred as the Hayate fic — is about Rebecca finding out Riza is sleeping with Roy thanks to Hayate. It's fun but also very angsty. This is almost complete and probably what I'm posting next.

"You're telling me that, all these years, you have been pinning after this dumbass and you hadn't jumped him?"

"It's complicated."

"Oh, I'm sure it is. Starting with the fact that you could get Court Martialed for it. But seriously, how stubborn can you be?" Rebecca sighed. "At least tell me you're getting a transfer request."

"No," Riza said immediately. For some reason she looked scared. "I can't. I– My duty comes first."

"Then what? You'll be the Mustang's dirty little secret until one of you retires? You can't seriously be okay with that, Riza. You deserve better than that."

Marianne's gift

I have posted about this one before. The code name is snow. This is about one of the East-Briggs training exercises going wrong and Riza getting injured. Roy is out of his mind with worry, and Lieutenant Ross is done with it all.

"I see an arm!" Sergeant Grey yelled. Roy was immediately running after him.

Please, let it be her.

He prayed with no small amount of guilt. He should be equally worried about all his men, but he'd never quite mastered how not to separate her from the rest. He needed her to be alright. He wasn't sure what he would do if she wasn't. She was his tether to sanity. The only thing keeping him from wandering off the right path.

Roy took a deep breath, and put his fear back inside the box at the bottom of his soul. He had no time for it right now. He had a role to play.

current list of wips for ask

[vivi-scera]

hey what's up! i wanted to drop in and say ur mellonear fanfic was AMAZING. easily one of the best works in the tag 💕. please please tell me ur going to write more for them. i just can't get over the amount of detail you put into it... if u don't mind talking about it... i just want to know how ur mind works pretty please 🤲

who— can you guys pls come off anon i'm begging and crying!!!

anyway THANKS SO MUCH. here i was bitching and moaning to my friends that that piece didn't turn out as well as i would've liked. can think of 2 or 3 fics off the top of my head that i love way more. but i'm so glad you liked it <333

and sad to say i am, in fact, not writing more for them <\3 i feel like i've said everything i can say about them? i mean they have like 10 lines total together how much more could i possibly extrapolate sdkjflhsf. i'm not a huge au writer tbh i pretty much only like working within canon. but you'll be happy to know i do plan on writing another death note fic (an au one though, surprisingly). just not for meronia. not telling which pairing but. near is in it trust. obvi it'll have meronia subtext.

and thank you thank you for the compliment about the details even though >.< i thought i didn't put in nearly enough. literally read that semi-canon side story in its entirety and only put in 2 things from it. and one of the things i straight up plagiarized <3 but we're gonna say i just referenced it.

i think i mostly just wanted to focus on how like childish yet mysterious they were. imagine you're kira, a functional god, and these 2 kids are running around without your knowledge trying to thwart you. you don't know what they look like, what they know about you, what they are to each other, what their names are, etc. etc. (they also represent the two halves of your would-be lover but we're not gonna go there). at the end of the day, they don't even care that much about YOU, a god (because they already had their own and well. you killed him)!! i guess i wanted to further emphasize that the stakes (for catching/stopping kira), for near & mello, weren't that high. at least,, not as high as beating each other (SO romantic). it was as if it were, as i referenced, just a game to them!! but a game sort of rigged against them, favoring the wammy industrial complex ofc. (the house always wins wink wink). but also,, it's all very tragic in the sense that they really have no other way to look at things. just child soldier things yknow.

idk there was some insane untapped story-telling potential there in the canon. the set-up sort of gave near & mello their own godhood statuses and stripped kira of his own. if i were to rewrite part 2 of death note i'd either keep it all strictly in light's pov or keep it all strictly in theirs. it did a disservice to the story/characters, imo, by attempting to keep the same dynamic/pov going from part 1. i'm not gonna lie and say the 2nd part was as good as the 1st sorryyy. because they were somewhat misutilized i never even considered the (incestuous) implications until someone ;) started posting about them ofc. then i thought about how much their dynamic reflected my personal favorite pairing of all time (knowers know) so i kind of took some preconceived notions and applied them. actually i was originally writing fic for afore-not-mentioned pairing and i'm pretty sure i just used lines from that to get started lmao.

anyway that's all i got atm. if i think of more i wanna talk about i'll write more <3 thx again for the ask!! feel free to ask more ofc ;3

[timidloner]

me ascending every time you call me ram <3 (it's like a power up i love it, like joren with mc, you're enabling me to ramble more each time)(sorry in advance for the amount ill send) watch me call you lolo for the loner in your username

it was very clear so we appreciate it!! and exactly omfg you get it, there's nothing wrong with being a conventionally attractive white man but personally it's so underwhelming compared to what i sometimes imagined (one time i played a game where i thought the guy had long black hair brooding and sharp looks like babygirl right? but then i saw the pictures and he had short very bland looks i cried.) tiktok goes crazy with THESE especially with the fancasting people do for books, its always the same kind of dudes its tragic (definitely an interesting topic from a sociological perspective but ill stop too lmaoaoa)

moles are so attractive normally but now with your concept too? brain rot i cant believe... is joren's neck sensitive? please i need to know because just MC touching the moles but instead they watch joren's neck turn red and both end up blushing like fools and THE SCARS WOAHHHH????? MC turning his scars into something joren can love by admiring them (tho the angst would be crazy if the MC was to be disgusted but personally my MC could never cause joren is our big meow meow)(im still not over the fact he can purr like can the MC scratch the back of his ears too? i need MOREEEE MONSTER FACTS)

AWWW, I love it!! Lolo is such a cute nickname!!

And I actually went to booktok to study (laugh at) this phenomenon and you're so right!! There's nothing wrong with these dudes, of course, but when the entirety of your male cast looks the same, it just becomes booooooring. They look like brothers!! Add some spice, please!!

Fortunately, that kind of surprise hasn't happened to me, I either never see the characters' portraits (IF) or that's the first thing I do (VN). But I won't go into detail about my feelings here, gotta stay away from controversies now that I'm a game dev (never gets old), haha!!

And yes! I've always loved moles, on someone's wrist, neck, below their eye, or the edge of their mouth... Doesn't matter, they are great.

I'd say both his neck and wrists are sensitive. And I love that idea, but due to his skin tone, his blush isn't really visible! So instead of turning red, we could say that MC is touching him and suddenly his skin heats up under their palm and he starts to sweat a little bit!

And ugh, now I can't help but imagine MC calling Joren their handsome man while tracing his scars...

Like, he doesn't really care if he's considered good-looking or not, but MC calling him that???? He'd melt. Suddenly, he'd understand why everyone is so concerned about beauty, and how good that kind of validation feels. He'd even start putting more effort into his appearance.

And maybe he could start seeing his scars as proof of how brave he's been throughout his life? He could stop being neutral about it, and become proud of them?

On the other hand, if MC finds him disgusting for his scars, it would make him insecure for the first time in a really long time. He'd try to dress in tunics with long sleeves, and always face MC with the "better" side of his face, so they don't have to look at his scar.

And yes!! Of course MC gets to scratch his ears, I'm pouring all of my impossible dreams of cuddling a big cat in those scenes. I'll think of some monster facts for tomorrow!!

[citrous241]

Ok we need to talk about this suit.

TLDR here: It kinda sucks. Here are my ideas to improve it:

1) Cover the hair, at least partially

2) Put the hood up, or just remove it if the hair is fully covered

3) Make the mask black

4) Add red webbing to the mask

5) Make the blue lines on the torso thinner and double the amount of them

6) Give the torse the colour of the black and red suit style

7) Connect the blue lines on the legs to the torse ones

8) Recolour the Adidas for the love of God

It's another outlandish Insomniac endgame suit. I personally like Anti-ock but ik it's not the best Spider-man design. In Spider-man 2 (which I haven't played yet I just do not care about spoilers) I thought they'd actually improved with Peter's Anti-venom suit. It's objectively a good suit, an original idea and a cool design. And just like the Anti-ock suit, we see it's creation and it's background and all of the steps and reasons for it's creation.

Then Miles just lands next to Peter in this flaming mess.

Like, I don't hate it because I'm not the kind of person that hates media really. But it's the closest thing I'll tell you that. It suffers from over-design, I don't even think MCU suits are over-designed so me admitting that this suit is shows you how bad it is.

We're gonna start from the top; the hair. Now Miles's hair out on his suit can work, and I get that he wants to show off his snazzy new haircut - but not like this. Its so out of place with the rest of the costume. His hair out can look good, as one of my favourite suits in the game and the only good deluxe edition suit imo is this:

The hair is dyed to match the suit's colours and with the hood it makes it not so overpowering. The worst thing is the Evolved suit has a hood, and it's just there. The hood looks like a hoodie, but it's fully a part of the spandex costume to??? Like what??

Next: the mask. Why did they get rid of the face webbing? That's one of the major defining features of a Spider-man costume. All the good ones have some form of it or at least a few lines to signify it. Here: nothing. Just this weirdly itchy-looking mesh-like grey. It's just bland and makes the rest of the suit looks worse.

The torse looks extreme but next to the blank mask it looks even worse. The blue lines are cool, but it's really hard to unsee them are being 4 legs for the spider logo. It's supposed to be their outlines as the legs but I have to force myself to see it. Other than that it's probably the least terrible section of the suit.

The legs are fine really, I don't like that the blue lines on the side just start randomly and don't connect to the other ones at all even though the rest are all connected to each other. I've heard people say that it suffers from the whole thing of Insomniac just never detailing legs, which is true they do do that.. for Peter. Miles has always had just plain black legs, in fact this suit gives more detail to the legs.

And the shoes. They're another thing that clashes to go along with the hair and mask. I did find it kind of weird that people hated him wearing these shoes. They're not bad shoes, and people loved when Miles wore Jordans in Spider-verse. But that's what I was saying before Adidas started selling the whole suit for about $400 total. That, combined with the fact that the shoes also will not change depending on the suit style and the fact that the only real store in the entire game is a high definition Adidas store is just... yikes.

And finally, the reason for it existing:

None, there's nothing. It has no reason. Miles just appears wearing it. And his reason is because he wanted his own original suit. Was he not there when he made his own suit in Spider-Man: Miles Morales? The one that actually looked good? And its not even original it literally has a Peter colour scheme. The red, blue and white being the main colours?

So that's Miles's new suit; a loud and ugly design, with each component painfully clashing with each other, no rhyme or reason for it's existing other than "to be orginal" even though it looks like every deviantart spider-sona in existence. And the cherry on top its a walking advertisement for a clothing brand. Bruh.

And now it may actually be Miles's permanent suit going forward?! It's the only endgame suit that wasn't taken off when the evil was defeated. Ig Peter can't really take off Anti-Venom but he's retired now.

I'm still gonna play Spider-man 2 when it drops on PC. And tbh this is the only thing I think is bad and its an optional cosmetic. That's pretty good going Insomniac.

[edging-mutt]

Big Sammy and the Magic Bong

Samson was never happy with his body. Sure, he had the right amount of muscle definition in all the right places. He had just the right proportions in body and face. He looked like any model... And he hated all of it.

Samson hated looking like the mid-to-late-twenties stereotypical, cookie-cutter rendition of athletic male beauty. For all the admiration he received, he desperately wanted a body that felt more in tune with the rugged and raunchy masculinity he really identified with. So Samson joined the wrestling team in the hood that the lifestyle would help him build the body of his dreams.

Samson talked with the team coach, intending to learn about building a workout schedule and diet for bulk gaining. The coach, however, was just about to get into a workout. He took a massive swig of the pinkish hued drink in his bottle, and let it a massive belch, proceeding to instruct Samson to talk to the team captain, Nicky, to get sorted.

Samson went deeper into the locker room, hoping to find Nicky soon so he could get started on his workout right away. However, as he heard wet slapping sounds and men giggling from the running showers ahead, Samson watched a thick muscled man emerge from the hot steam.

On instinct, Samson began to say "Hello, do you know where I can find Nic-" as his gaze scanned down the man's barrel-like torso, thick tight gut, and finally settling in the man's turgid, throbbing cock. It wasn't especially long, only about 6 inches at full hardness, but it was *thick.* Samson had heard the term "beer-can cock" thrown around before, but this was the first time he really believed it, and only because the monstrous slab's insistent pulsing ensured that his attention was fixed to the spot. The beastly dick was pointed upward at a proud 45°, its steadfast rigidity laboring under the simple mass of the thing as it belched and spewed precum from his egg-sized balls with each twitch. As Samson looked further down, he saw that the constant flow of fluid had created a puddle about the size of a large dinner plate just in the time that he had been speaking.

...Wait, he had been speaking.

"... alrighty then. I'll see you around, let me know if you need anything else."

Samson's attention was torn back away from the man's pre-hiccuping equipment just as he was about to turn away.

"Wait, sorry I uh... got... distracted..."

The stranger looked puzzled for a second, then looked down at his bucking manhood and back up at Samson's flushed face.

"HA, sorry about that newbie, shoulda dropped a couple more loads in Tom's ass before practice. Anyway, I'm Nicky, team captain. Coach tells me he wants me to put you on a diet to pack in some weight, so swing by my place later tonight and I'll run you through the details. "Alrighty. I'm gonna go take care of this bad boy with Luke and Leo, so I'm gonna be in the sauna for a few hours. Let me know if you need anything else." As he turned to leave, a sudden blasting trumpet came from Nick's firm muscular booty. But rather than dying down after a brief second, the raucous fart just continued with Nick's steps as he languidly made his way over to the sauna, dripping healthy globs of pre with every bounce of his weighty dong.

After the odd encounter with the decidedly bold team captain, Samson finally got into his workout, and after a couple hours, decided he'd done well for the day, packed up, and got in the car to drive home.

Before calling it a day, however, Samson wanted to sort out his meal plan and training schedule with Nicky, so he texted the beefy athlete trying not to think of his ever-drooling wang. Before long, he was headed over to Nicky's house with a bag of burritos, per request.

Samson rung the doorbell, waiting for the hunk to appear and praying that he would be wearing at least underwear.

Lucky for Samson, Nicky was wearing underwear... just nothing else. He made his entrance with bloodshot eyes, still holding a beautifully crafted glass bong.

"Awww man, dude. I totally forgot you were bringing burritos, get in here, man." Nicky drawled, seemingly oblivious to his thick meat straining valiantly within his red briefs, slobbering a slick wet spot near his waistband.

"Oh," said Samson, "is now a... bad time? We can do this tomorrow, I'll come back later..."

"No, come in man, now's perfectly fine. I'm just chillin', come on in take a load off."

Samson, confused, but trying to get on Nicky's good side, awkwardly followed the meaty hunk into the living room.

"Here, man, take a hit. It'll rock your world" Nicky said, with a gint in his eye as he passed the bong over to Samson, slumping back in the couch as he did so.

Not wanting to be rude, and wanting to take a load of himself decided to take the invitation for a smoke-sesh from his apparently nearly-nudist team captain. As he sat down on the couch, he let the smoke curl deep in his lungs.

***BBBBBBBABABABRRRRRAAPAPAPALRRRURURURTTTTTTSSSSSSSHHHRRRPAPtttttrrararapppptt*** "DAMN, I've been holding that one back since you showed up!" Nicky exclaimed, suddenly letting a massive eruption out of his rear. "I was about ready to pop off you hit that thing any later..."

Meanwhile, Samson was lost in the sauce as the smoke curled through his body and mind. The tendrils of thick cloud worked their way into Samson's mind where they found his deepest wishes. Samson wanted to be big, and heavy, and gassy, and sexy like his team captain, still lounging in his briefs while dropping his guts.

Suddenly a warm sensation filled Samson's chest as the bong began pulling his desires into reality.

As the cloud of smoke did its work, Samson felt a growing weight and pressure on his gut. He felt as though the warm smoke were coaxing his body to swell. Soon his stomach began to feel stretched as the weight continued to pile up.

He felt the tendrils of smoke curl around his arms as well and felt their bulk increase with muscle and fat.

Samson had taken off his shirt at some point he couldn't quite remember. He sat their topless on Nicky's couch, watching his belly inflate, not quite able to distinguish that this is reality yet.

Still the tendrils worked their way down around his ass and thighs, and though Samson hadn't realized yet, his endowment was being improved in his drug induced stupor.

As Samson started to regain his senses, finally through the external changes, he felt the smoke in his body begin to shift as well. It drifted down into Samson's stomach and intestines, and there it filled his guts with a gurgling, groaning rumble that would constantly brew an obnoxious stream of rancid gas from deep inside Samson's guts: guts that now craved egregious amounts of fast food and the intense gastrointestinal distress that would be sure to follow above all else. As his stomach gave a hungry roar, Samson tore into the bag of burritos, ravenously inhaling all four (two of which were just beans and cheese, as orchestrated by Nicky) in moments. He could feel his guts bubbling and boiling and bloating immediately, and he watched in delight as his belly continued to distend.

***pprrRAPAPAPAPppprr*** An initial fart like machine gun fire escaped from Samson's tight hole as he began the process of stuffing himself with fiber, lactose, fat, and protein. Meanwhile, Nicky took off his red briefs and began to slowly jerk his fat tool, each stroke causing a small squirt of pre, both lubing Nicky's hefty uncut cock and making a spectacular mess on the wooden floor. Nicky moaned to himself as he admired his new friend's voracious appetite, watching intently as Samson stuffed himself silly with spoonful after spoonful of refried beans.

As Samson finally finished his feeding frenzy, he suddenly felt a massive shift in pressure in his guts, accompanied by a tortured groan from deep in his bowels. He clutched his soft stomach as the gurgling took on a while new force and was clearly audible from across the room. Nicky began tweaking his left nipple as the massive fart overwhelmed Samson's sphincter control.

***bbbbabbabrabrabrbrbrBRBRRRRPPPAPPPPAPPPAPPPRRRRrrrruuuuublurt-blurt-BLURTBLURTBLRTBRTBRTRTRTTTTTPppppppssssshhh-p-p-paprrrt***

Nicky couldn't help but increase his fervent stroking as his new teammate absolutely ripped ass in front of him, his transformation almost complete.

The smoke continued to wind its way through Samson's body, moving now to his brain. In his burrito inflated stupor, Samson failed to notice as the edges of his mind began to dissolve into the fog. All his knowledge about his physics major slipping into oblivion. When his intelligence finally stabilized, Samson's, now Sammy's IQ had dropped from 150 to 40, leaving barely enough room for shoveling food into his face, working out, fucking hot dudes, farting up a storm, and wrestling.

***BLAP-BRAPBRAPBRAPbraprprprppTTTPPBRRRRRRBBBULBULBULBRRRrruuuutttt*** another gutbuster exploded out of Sammy's now beefy, firm ass.

"HOT DAYUM! Jeez, dude, these burritos are no joke." Sammy guffawed as the smoke began to curl and billow into his yet undiscovered cock and balls.

***SSSHHHRRREPEPEPLURblurblurbleplelpurburblurbpp*** "Oh jeez dude, my stomach-" Sammy looked up mid-complaint to see Nicky twisting a nipple with pre-lubed fingers while the other hand furiously beat his juice-fountaining sausage to Sammy's monstrous flatulence.

Sammy licked his lips as he realized even Nicky's bear-sized hand couldn't wrap itself fully around his girthy meat-stick. He began to lower his own shorts when he was met by a rather impressive surprise. His dick had slipped out of his jock strap pouch, but as his waistline slipped down inch by inch, he didn't see the head of his cock.

At three inches, he expected the soft head of his average cut manhood to make it's usual appearance. When it didn't, he continued to lower his shorts to 5 inches. When he still couldn't find the end of his dick, Sammy became confused. He wasn't hard, was he? He didn't feel hard, and anyway, even if he was hard, this is about how long his cock was anyway, right?

Sammy finally dropped his shorts and underwear all the way to the ground. And there he stood in awe, staring down at his 7 inch completely soft dick suspended above to pendulous balls each the size of a lemon.

***rrrraraRARAPRAPPRPRPRRRTTTTTTTTBRT*** Sammy lovingly rubbed his gas-taught belly as another powerful blast involuntarily tore itself from his meaty cheeks. As he stared at his mysteriously enhanced meat, it began to twitch. Slowly, the 7 inch serpent extended to 8 inches, then 9, then 11, until finally unfurling to a mighty 15 inches of unconcealably proud, and agonizingly sensitive cockflesh.

In a daze, Sammy slowly began worshipping his new cock, feeling the weight of it as it bounced from side to side and the constant churning, sloshing tightness in his balls. Sammy watched in awe and desperate arousal as his cock began to trickle pre from the tip like faucet left half-on.

Nicky got up from his spot on the couch and kneeled down in front of Sammy, pouting up past the monstrous pillar of flesh. The constant trickle of pre dripping down Nicky's shoulder and smeared across his face made Sammy swallow out of nervousness. He looked down in anxious anticipation waiting for Nicky to make his move. Then-

***rrrrrrreeeeeeppprprprprBRTBRTBRT-BRT-BRT-BRT-BRT-BRTBRTBRBRBRBBBBBFFFFPPLPLPLPPP***

As a squeaking high pitched fart squeezed it's way out of Sammy's tight meaty ass, Nicky dove in. He immediately began licking furiously at Sammy's swollen, churning balls, all while snoring up the stink that was now coming out of Sammy like one giant whoopie cushion.

As the fart came to a juicy, wet slap of an end, Sammy watched Nicky take a handful (yes, a handful) of Sammy's pre from his back and use it to slowly shove three fingers deep into Sammy's rectum. As Nicky's knuckle slid over Sammy's prostate, the chunky man convulsed in pleasure, his spasming ruler-buster throwing ropes of pre wildly around the room. Sammy had never had his prostate touched before, and now, the only thought in his mind is his captain's thick meat plowing his hole for all it's worth.

But Nicky had other ideas. Pushing a fourth finger into Sammy's virgin hole, Nicky swallowed as much of his teammates horse cock as possible. He was able to get the first 7 inches down his throat, but that still left eight inches of open skin for him to stroke with both hands. Nicky expertly licked and swallowed and kissed Sammy's throbbing titan, all while kneading his balls and massaging the base of his mighty cock.

Sammy was just about to go over the edge when Nicky suddenly removed himself from his cock and asshole. Sammy was about to complain when he saw Nicky lining up his juicy, girthy cock with his tight virgin hole. He had only a moment to prepare as Nicky rammed the hole beer-can sized appendage into his ass with a wet sloppy fart ***BLAABBBBLARRRPPPPPRRRAbbbbbbb***

Sammy saw stars but quickly came to as his body was overwhelmed with the satisfaction of having his captain's massive girthy cock all the way inside him.

With each thrust, another heavy, ample fart exploded from Nicky as he rocked his hips back and forth.

***BRATTTRAPRAPRAPRRUTutututuppppt***

***PRUTUTRRRRAPLUPLArururuPAPAP-PAP***

***frut-brut-BRUTRUTRUTRUTRUTRRrrr***

And it didn't take long until Sammy's gas-inflated colon started pushing out noxious fumes around Nicky's dick. At this point, the captain was piston-fucking his new teammate, with a sudden burst of farts unleashed from both of them with each time Nicky plowed into Sammy's rectum, as the two neared orgasm.

Suddenly Nicky pulled out of Sammy's hole, telling him to lie down on the couch. Then, as Nicky climbed onto Sammy's torso, the new weight pressing down squeezed another torrent of gas from Sammy's taught belly.

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Nicky, now on top of Sammy, began using Sammy's bulky new pecs to jerk off his thick sausage, allowing Sammy to lick at the head as he rocked back and forth. Soon, Nicky was ready to blow, and began skull-fucking Sammy, using his floppy brown hair to gold him in place to choke on his meaty member as he blasted his full load down Sammy's throat. When Nicky finally climaxed, his girthy dick must have shot something like 70 ropes of cum, and Sammy could feel his captain's load brewing away in his stomach, as nutritious and protein rich as a full meal.

But Nicky wasn't done, and Sammy, for all his 15 incher was spitting pre like a firehose, hadn't even cum yet. Nicky felt the bucking, spitting behemoth pressing against his back as he made out furiously with Sammy. The two stonedly slobered over each other, desperately trying to explore every corner of each other's mouths.

At this point, Nicky decided that he needed to eat before he could fuck more, since Sammy had eaten his burritos. He went to the fridge, and pulled out a large tupperware of chili. While the large bowl of chili heated in the microwave, Nicky continued blowing Sammy's elephant cock, constantly keeping the behemoth on edge, but never allowing him to cum. When the food was ready, Nicky nearly ate the whole tupperware of chili, over 15 pounds worth of beans and corn. Sammy finished off the few pounds that were left, and soon the two chubby wrestlers were ready to continue their fun.

As the two returned to the living room, Nicky got down on his hands and knees and took a deep drag off the bong. Meanwhile, Sammy began the slow process of lubing up his cock. As Sammy lubed up Nicky's hole, he took a drag off of the bong as well.

The transformation now complete, the bong only served to grant Sammy's momentary wish for one thing: to fuck Nicky for hours and fill him up with his cum. His smoke addled brain now reduced to the animal instinct to rut wildly, Sammy began pressing into the ass in front of him, too high to think of anything other than the intense pleasure as Nicky let out a deep, thunderous fart around his dick as it sunk in inch by inch.

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Once all 15 inches were deep inside Nicky, Sammy lifted his captain up so his back was against Sammy's torso. He gently rocked his hips against Nicky's bubbly ass, his hands feeling up the bulge in Nicky's guts where his massive cock stretched and protruded. His cock was so large he could feel his hands rubbing it even through Nicky's thick belly, which was still issuing forth a steady gaseous rhythm of gripping and vibrating the length of his cock deep in Nicky's colon.

Sammy pulled Nicky up so that he could talk in his ear.

"Bro, your gassy ass feels so good on my cock."

"Good, because I was preparing for this"

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Sammy could feel a hiccup of gushing pre travel up the length of his cock slowly, pressing against the walls of Nicky's hole and eventually blurting out a thick glob of lubricating pre deep inside of Nicky.

"Okay, Bro, once I start moving I won't be able to ho-O-OLY SHII-I-IT!!!" Sammy exclaimed as a another sudden burst of gas from Nicky's guts rippled down his massive schlong. Nicky grinned smugly.

"whew... Okay... Yeah, Jesus... As I was saying, I won't be able to hold back, so are you ready, bro?"

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With an animalistic growl, Sammy sneered "Alright, you asked for it" just before fully ripping his elephant cock from Nicky's insides just to ram it back in again, beginning to jackhammer Nicky's guts as they hiccuped around the sensitive pillar of flesh.