#if you like my lemons comic you need to read it

[eddsworldstuck]

reading over the old version of ews and i'm just being like

[gildedoak]

A small side dose of Sins! This would take place right after RadioApple Week Day 3 “Deal.”

I’m gonna need to make a master post at this rate. I’ve got at least ten more “episodes,” five of which are drafted, and one is four pages - not panels, PAGES - long!

I love reading all your comments and tags - thank you all so much for your support of this silly comic series! ❤️

Description under the cut!

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Comic detailing the text thread between the Sins. Based on the placement of the texts, this is from Beelzebub's phone.

Panel 1: Group Text Name - "Chef Identity Taskforce" Oz: UPDATE!!!! Oz: Chef Friend is a guy - confirmed Oz: And he's making lemon bars Levi: WTF Oz how did u find this shit out? Bee: CF BAKES TOO?? S8n: ooh i like lemon

Panel 2: Oz: Lu asked 2 borrow some of my staff 4 a grocery run on Earth Bee: HE'S MAKING THEM WITH REAL LEMONS? Bel: LOL - breathe Bee Oz: didn't say how much he was making - I promise 2 share! Mamm: U BETTER SHARE Oz: ur lucky I'm in a good mood Ma'am (someone laughed at this text)

Panel 3: Several hours later... There's a lemon bar, and several small lemon motifs.

Panel 4: Group Text Name - "The Seven" Luci: Did Bee have a foodgasm? S8n: she did... Mamm: SHE DID Bel: Felt the shakes allllll the way down here Bee: SORRYYYYY Bel: LOL no ur not

Panel 5: Oz: These lemon bars are (5 star emojis) Lu! Oz: Tell ur man we said thanks! Luci: I will! Bee: WHO IS THIS MYSTERY MAN OF YOURS LUCI? Bee: I MUST MEET HIM (Message Read) Bee: LUCIFER VENUS

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[the-possum-writes]

Hi! Could you do a Finn x Fem reader lemon? Maybe it could be with and inexperienced reader while finn already has some knowledge about it and shows her how to do it. Thank you! <3

[Finn with an Inexperienced Reader]

❥Character: Finn Mertens

❥Tags: NS/FW hc's, handj0bs, established relationship, fem!reader

❥Synopsis: Finn takes things slow with you but you convince him to teach you how he likes to be touched.

❥A/N: I was going through a writing block so there's no full smut but rather some handsy stuff.

❥Whether you've been dating for years or just a few weeks, if you tell Finn you want to take things slowly, he'll respect your wishes.

❥Only kissing and hugging, nothing more.

❥But that doesn't take away how startling it is when a kissing session becomes too intense, and just as you feel the warmth cling to your heart and stomach in a tightening squeeze, Finn pulls away from you and acts as if nothing happened, resuming whatever video game you were playing or changing the subject.

❥You know where babies come from and all that basic biology class, but you have yet to personally experience it and are kind of wary of unplanned pregnancies, that's why you told Finn you wanted to take things slow.

❥And he was okay with that, but it didn't stop the growing doubt since you know he's had past encounters with other girls before. "Is he getting frustrated at me cause I'm making him wait?" you'd start asking yourself.

❥Finn is a passionate and outgoing guy who pours his heart into everything he does, whether it's fighting monsters, reading comic books, or simply indulging in his favorite meals. And, given how much he adores you, you're filled with illogical guilt at the thought of preventing Finn from physically expressing his feelings for you.

❥You've already asked him directly. "Finn, are you mad that we haven't done couple things?"

"But we always do couple things."

"No I mean like, tier 15 stuff and all that."

"Oh... Not really.."

❥He's a straightforward and laid-back guy, so it didn't occur to you until lately when, on a day when you didn't feel confident, you pushed yourself to kiss him by placing your hand on his thigh and running it upward. Finn stopped you by holding your hand so he could ask you, "Are you sure you want to do this now?"

You try to kiss his neck while saying, "I know you've been dying to-," but Finn is insistent. If there's anything he's learnt from his previous relationship, it's to avoid diving into pleasures on a whim.

"It's not about what I want, I'm asking about you." His tone has changed a little bit, especially in light of your earlier question.

❥As self-doubt circles in your thoughts and seeps beyond your eyes, you choose to keep quiet, but Finn squooze-hugs you to his chest.

"We don't need to rush anything; I'm pretty happy with you so far. We can do those things when you don't have any more uncertainties in your lovely head."

❥"Alright, there's something I can teach ya but we have to keep our voices down. You don't need to take off anything so don't worry, we'll just be using your hands."

❥"But what if I do wanna do those things but I want to take it a small step at a time? Like when you taught me how to swim." you bring up.

Finn adjusts his hold on you, the two of you were in the middle of a movie night and are currently on the couch. Jake is already asleep and BMO is probably lurking around the treefort but he promised to not peep at you two during visiting hours.

❥Finn leans back on the couch's headrest, allowing you to rest on his thighs as he tells you."How about I give you a lesson in Finn-biology?" he chuckles."I can't say no to my favorite subject." you respond. Considering the stories and experiences you've heard from your close friends, you have only a rough idea of what he's considering, but you're nonetheless anxious, intrigued, and interested about it.

❥Finn starts out by smooching you, easing a bit of your nerves as he gently grabs your hand and lowers it down his chest until it reaches his groin, he motions for you to rub him through his shorts, feeling something grow underneath.

❥It's warm, really warm.

❥Finn raises himself from the couch to lower his shorts with his underwear, and you remain silent while watching his half hard dick peeking out from the confines of his baby blue trousers. You temptingly touch his head with the tip of your fingers, unconsciously wrapping more and more of your around around him until he finches a bit, pulling away at the discouragement. "It's okay, it just needs something slick." he assures you. At the mention of it you're unconsciously rubbing your thighs together upon feeling something getting wet downstairs, but you don't bring it up.

❥The attention has Finn squirming in his spot but he continues with the lesson.

"Give me your hand." he asks. When you do he purposely spits on his dick and guides your hand to smear it all over him, amplifying the prominent musky smell coming from him.

"It's sensitive here." he explains in short breaths, hearing his panting picking up the more you run your fingers over the underside of his shaft right where it connects with his pink gland.

❥Once you've gotten the hang of it, Finn releases your hand and lets you try a few more things. What if I squeeze here? What if I touch this tiny hole with my finger? What if I gently squeeze his balls? Finn struggles to form meaningful sentences any longer and is only able to utter things like, "Just like that," "That feels good," and "Wait not like that, there you go... Oh Glob..."

❥It's a hypnotic and undeniably sexy experience, watching him lose himself in his own pleasure to the point where he forgot the reason for this little lesson until he came all over your palm and soiled his own shirt in the process.

[genderqueeradrien]

ideal ranboo stream: it’s titled “important stream.” you open stream the second you see the notification and the stream is pitch black aside from those same words in comic sans. after three to four minutes, ranboo turns their mic on, clearing their throat, before leaning closer to the mic to say:

“faggot.”

his mic turns off, and you’re left in silence while chat freaks out. already, someone is discussing whether a nonbinary person who likes men can say the f slur according to a carrd they found on twitter. others are saying how disappointed they are in him, and still others are spamming ranbooPRIDE emotes.

the mic clicks back on. without hesitation he says:

“dyke.”

the stream ends immediately. chat is freaking out, and very few of the 80k viewers are in support of this turn of events, aside from one of your tumblr mutuals. “ranboo neg” is trending on twitter already.

you don’t hear from him that day, or the next, or the next. days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months. you’re beginning to believe you’ll never see one of his streams again, that the fagdyke incident of 2023 was the last you’d ever see of him.

thursday, march 12th, 2026. it’s a quiet day, aside from the rain tapping against the roof, and the faint hum of the refrigerator, you’re left in relative quiet. these days, you haven’t needed five forms of electronic stimulation to hide from your thoughts.

your phone dings, a twitter notification- elontwt, as the app is now called, actually. you turn your phone over to read it and your eyes widen with shock.

@ WhenRanbooLive: HELLO STREAM TODAY 4PM EST!!!

when the time rolls around, you open stream to the exact same starting soon screen you’re so used to. a lemon demon song plays in the background and after a couple minutes the camera turns on.

it’s ranboo, clearly older, with a long beard, but it’s ranboo. he’s wearing his signature black and white mask. it’s like nothing changed, somehow, when he says, “hi chat!”

over the course of the next hour, he explains how he had been sick of dealing with elontwt drama and twitch and everything else about being a streamer, and while he loved his community, the stress was taking a toll on him. additionally, he had been wanted by the us government for several counts of breaking and entering, as well as theft and other petty crimes. he’d hopped on a plane to switzerland with a fake id and settled down, even meeting a nice young man with whom he eventually moved in.

time flies, and after an hour, ranboo says, “welp!” they clap. “i’ve got to go get ready for my karate class, so i think it’s time i wrap up stream. don’t forget to follow if you haven’t already, you’ll see your name on the screen, aaaand… it’s been good talking with you, chat! i’ll see you all in the next stream! byeeeeeeee”

he never addresses the slur allegations.

[ragnarokhound]

hey it’s me, the ole ball and chain. I’m making stir fry for dinner. can u grab a bottle of wine?

anyways i think i need to direct your attention to a roppiepop comic where Jason takes Tim on a date — and then tim freaks out because they’re retracing the steps of a murder case he just solved. This seems like perfect characterization to me: jason is wining and dining tim and cooking him fancy meals and Tim is overthinking everything to the max. Jason is shopping at the local natural grocery store for organic pasta and fresh lemons and tim is making a conspiracy bulletin board, red strings and all. jason is doodling “jason drake wayne” in his diary and tim is creating a computer program to analyze jason’s texts.

it all comes to a head when tim starts furiously interrogating jason about his motives after showing up at home to find a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine waiting for him

Hey sweetheart, you got it. You want a red or a white, or dealer's choice?😘(Also, uh, hun, if you want to talk about including """balls"'" and """chains""" more in our relationship, then we can open the floor to that--)

!!! I think I know which comic you're talking about, and it's one of my favorites uwu as someone who, like Tim, also needs it laid on THICK to understand that someone is flirting with me fr fr and not just doing a bit with me (I did improv in high school, it is my curse to constantly 'yes, and' my way into misunderstandings 😔) I adore inflicting this particular brand of miscommunication on the blorbos ESPECIALLY with the batfam because they're so used to reading between the lines and anticipating each other's plans that it is HILARIOUS to me when they have enormous blind spots when it comes to mundane, non-vigilante related things, and especially with each other.

Like Jason thinks Tim knows it's a date because he accepted the flowers and smiled at Jason when he ordered the wine and seemed to be pleasantly surprised when Jason took him to this restaurant (because he'd seen Tim here more than once last month, so he must like the food here, right?). 'Clearly Tim is on board. Tim is pleased with this sequence of events. Tim definitely knows it's a date. Good job Jason, you've got this in the bag, you'll be kissing him on his front stoop by midnight'

Meanwhile Tim is in full mental lockdown, why did Jason ask Tim out in such a public setting, clearly there's something going on, clearly because he brought Tim a bouquet of the flowers found scattered at the crime scene of the murder case he was working last month, he knows something Tim doesn't; clearly because he ordered the red Jason is signalling that they're being watched and need to act natural; clearly because they're at the very restaurant Tim was staking out last month, where's the fire, Jason--

Tim being extremely suspicious of a legitimate attempt to woo him is everything to me, and I love it when Jason is only slightly more normal about it than him lmfao

[thegreatwicked]

FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

[toiletpudding]

🌺GuitarRibs🌺

Adam x Eve fic

Warnings: Do I even need to add warnings? you're about to read 🚨(lighthearted) porn🚨

This shit ended up coming out to nearly four thousand words, anything is possible when the writers block finally fucks off.

Anyways enjoy, the best part about this fic in particular is that I didn't have to write in any plot because there's a whole comic worth of plot that ties into this. 👏

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Adam leaned forward, letting Eve fall back onto the ground again. He threaded his fingers in her dark hair and pulled her into another kiss. Eve returned it like she was trying to devour him, and he felt her fingers digging into his hips to keep him still.

The heaviness that had been tugging at his heart ever since that six winged chicken had shown up was finally loosening.

Eve still liked him, and she was here, with him.

Adam leaned his full weight onto her, grunting when her teeth clenched down on his lower lip.

Finally he pulled back, turning his head when Eve followed, and tried to drag him into another kiss.

She peered up at him through her eyelashes; her cheeks were as red as apples, and her lips shined with their combined saliva. He stared, enamored by her expression. Her eyes flicked downward;  he followed her gaze, and realized that his cock was fully engorged and resting on her thighs. Before he could say or do anything about it Eve's hand darted forward.

A moan was torn from his throat as her slim fingers wrapped around his cock.

Adam jerked his hips forward, "E-Eve-" he panted out.

A devious look crossed her face, and she began to pump her hand back and forth. A startled sound escaped him as the sudden pleasure ransacked his body, but when he reached to make her slow down she intercepted him with her other hand and linked their fingers.

"Y-hhh! You're doing it too quick!"

"Don't try to stop me," she whispered in his ear, "remember last time- How good you said it felt, when I went fast like this?"

The sound of her hand stroking his cock was wet, like sucking the juice from a lemon. He didn't understand why, but it was making a tingling sensation spread through his dick.

"Uh...uh-huh." He breathed out.

The other time she had touched him like this hadn't been that long ago. They'd been swimming in the river, and at one point Adam had begun to really notice how the water made Eve's plump breasts and firm thighs shine under the bright sun. And when she'd bent over to wring the water out of her hair he had gotten a full view of her slit. He'd felt his cock twitch and only then saw that it was standing at full attention between his legs.

It wasn't the first time it had done that, one of the days following his and Lilith's creation she had touched him, down there, confused about why he had what appeared to be an extra limb and she didn't.

They'd both been surprised when it hardened in her palm, and Adam had yanked her hand away, afraid she'd broken it somehow.

But this time, his dick was making him feel really good, and restless, like he needed more.

When Eve had noticed his erect cock she'd had no clue either as to why it'd done that, but was more than happy to help satiate both of their curiosities.

"You really liked it too, when I did it here," her hand slid up to the end of his dick where it flared out into a bulbous head. She kept her attention solely there, fingers moving rapidly. Adam's other hand shot out to grasp her forearm, but he didn't stop her, completely enamored with the sight of the tip appearing and disappearing in her hand, the slick noises grew louder as a thin liquid began to dribble from his cock.

Eve let out a breathy laugh.

"You're gonna do it again right? Leak all over my hand, and yell my name really loud?" Adam's face suddenly felt hot and he looked away.

"Don't stop watching- I like it when you do, keep looking!" Adam groaned as she moved her hand quicker, going back to jerking it along his

entire cock. He could feel sweat dripping down his body, and the tingling feeling was in his belly too now.

Eve guided the hand she was holding to one of her breasts and he squeezed it.

She let out a pleased sound, and as if to reward him, she reached down with the same hand and put that one on his cock too.

Adam jerked his hips forward, thrusting into her hands. He moaned again, and again. Eve was watching his dick intently, stroking him harder and quicker, little breathy sighs coming from her parted lips.

One of her hands slipped further past his cock, and closed around the sack dangling below it.

Suddenly Adam's entire body tensed up as the pleasure skyrocketed, and then he was spilling all over Eve's fingers, moaning and rocking his hips, desperate to chase the sensation. Eve kept her hands on him, one still a blur on his dick and the other stroking and squeezing his sack.

Finally, the overwhelming feelings lessened, and Adam came to a stop, gasping for air.

He twitched a little at the feeling of Eve's hands still on him, fondling him gently now. A buzzing sensation bloomed over his body, most potent in his cock and belly.

Eve let go of him when he began to soften, and Adam flopped onto his back, chest heaving.

Heaviness immediately began to seep through his muscles when he did, and he was content to bed down right there.

His eyelids fluttered shut, but a moment later a hand nudged him.

"Adam." He grumbled, shrugging her off and chasing after sleep. Slick fingers gripped his jaw and shook his head side to side. "Adam."

His eyes shot open and he scowled up at her.

"The fuck do you want." He puffed out.

Eve's brow furrowed in annoyance. "Stop being selfish, I wanna feel good too!"

"You already were, when you were touching my dick!"

She shook her head and laid down next to him, draping an arm over his body, and resting her head on his shoulder. "Not like that, dummy." Her hand slid down to his wrist.

After some insistent tugging, Adam let her take his hand and move it down to the folds of flesh that hid her opening. He could feel her wetness coating her inner thighs, and when Eve pulled her leg back more leaked out onto his fingers. Adam watched as she positioned them, and when the pad of his middle finger brushed the small bean at the top of her slit he felt her thighs twitch.

Eve pressed her face against the crook of his neck.

"Touch me," she breathed into his skin.

He frowned, last time Eve had guided his fingers until she'd gushed all over him.

"Aren't you gonna...Y'know...move too?" She shook her head and pulled her hand away from his, resting it on his chest.

"You do it."

He scowled, but she just laid there, eyes closed and a smile tugging at her lips.

After some hesitation he shifted his finger against the hard nub beneath it. She didn't say anything, so he moved it again, and again-until he was stroking the area in slow, circular motions. She wasn't reacting, not the way he did when she touched him, but he could feel more wetness coming out of her.

When he shifted his touches a little lower Eve sighed, and her hips shifted towards him. He added more pressure and that finally got a little moan out of her, and the hand on his chest began to caress him; running along the muscles of his pectorals, and occasionally stopping to play with his nipples.

Her breathing started to become wobbly, and Adam could see sweat glistening along her skin.

He continued to stroke her, but after a little while her hand slid back down to his. Her fingers pressed down firmly.

"What're you-" the words were lodged in his throat when two of his fingers pushed past a squishy resistance and were buried in hot, tight, softness.

Adam rolled onto his side, intrigued by the new discovery. Eve gasped as he delved deeper into the small space, and when he wiggled his fingers against what felt like padding, her entire body jolted.

"Move them," She squealed, pawing at his wrist, then his bicep, up to his shoulder. Urging him on. "Move-in and out-Adam!-"

She buried her face into him again when he did, dragging them out and pushing back in. He moved them fast, just like how she had touched him, and he was pleased to hear that wet, squelching noise again.

"You're so soft in there-"

"It feels good-go faster!"

Eve's breathy moans and praises were right in his ear, and he felt her lips press against his cheek and the corner of his mouth. Adam was more focused on the sight of his fingers disappearing into her opening. He had no idea it even existed, he had always thought she and Lilith just had a useless slit down there, but Eve was writhing underneath his touch, and slick was leaking out of her like a running stream.

He jammed another finger in.

Eve let out a whine and jerked her hips forward, pressing against his hand.

Her hole strained around three fingers, and when Adam pulled them out there was an audible suction, a sound that made his cock harden again.

Eve didn't reach to touch it, she didn't notice. She was too busy whimpering into his shoulder, chasing the pleasure his thick digits were bringing her.

Adam worked his fingers back in, after a few sloppy thrusts her hole began to loosen, and he eagerly sped up again, slipping them in and out at a frenzied pace. Eve bucked against him, her moans dissolved into rapid panting that grew quicker and quicker.

Just as suddenly as they started. She halted, her breaths stuttered, and a fresh wave of fluids gushed all over Adam, running down his hand and wrist. He tried to keep moving his fingers but her spasming muscles tightened down so hard he could barely even wiggle them.

After a few heartbeats Eve went completely liquid against him. The leg she'd hooked around his slumped away, and Adam's fingers slipped out of her. 

He lifted his hand up to his face, inspecting it. His fingers glistened under the moonlight, and his thumb skidded across them.

His cock twitched.

He looked to Eve just as she rolled off of him.

Adam sat up as she crawled away, heading towards a bush overflowing with cherries.

"Hey!" She glanced back at him, smiling.

"You want some?"

Adam scowled, and chased after her. "No! I want you to put your hands on my dick!"

He leaned against her back, grabbing for her hands, but Eve shook him off.

"I already did."

"Do it again!"

She looked over her shoulder, taking in the sight of the mass between his legs.

She reached down, scooping it up in one hand, and began to stroke him.

Adam breathed in eagerly, but the pleasure dampened when Eve turned back to the bush.

Her fingers felt amazing on him, rubbing the dripping head of his cock repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. He frowned as she kept her gaze on the bush.

"...What're you doing?" She ignored him, reaching for another cherry. She leaned forward as she did, and Adam's gaze followed the path of her spine down to the firm mounds of her ass. He peered down lower and could see her thighs were still glistening wet.

His cock throbbed in Eve's hand, but the euphoria that had blasted through his body before wasn't happening now, even though she was touching him; it wasn't enough, he wanted all of her attention.

"Hey-" Eve's protest at him swatting a cherry from her hand was cut off as he wrangled her onto her back, straddling her legs. His cock flopped onto her belly.

"Stop eating!" He demanded, "I want more, Eve." She scowled up at him.

"I was already touching you, what else do you want?" Adam didn't answer, he didn't really have one. All he knew was that he felt hot, his cock was swollen and angry, and Eve's hand wasn't fixing it.

He leaned down, mashing his lips against hers. He could taste the tangy juices from the cherries on her. Eve's muffled sound of complaint went unheard.

His hands wandered down to her chest, grasping both breasts and kneading them, feeling the plush fat pillow between his fingers.

Eve arched her back and squeezed Adam's cock between their bodies. He broke the kiss with a sudden groan, and his hips jerked forward, rubbing against her thighs. His head dropped onto Eve's chest, sounds of pleasure muffled against her skin as he rocked his hips. His voice grew louder when she shifted, and his cock slipped between her thighs.

"A-Adam!"

They were still slick from when he'd had his fingers on her, and the cushioning of her inner thighs felt amazing against his dick.

Eve was breathing hard again, and he could feel her heart pounding from where he rested his head. Her hands scrabbled across the long muscles of his back, seeking purchase as he humped against her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and Adam reached to grasp her hip, holding her steady so that he could keep himself between her thighs, but then the tip of his dick grazed something warm and wet, and they were completely forgotten about.

Eve twitched under him when he pressed down, grinding his dick into her slit. Panting, she raised her hips, and Adam felt her muscles quivering around his cock.

He pushed harder, thinking of her taut hole clenching down on his fingers.

That soft resistance gave again, and suddenly the tip of his dick was inside hot, strangling heat that restricted around him like a snake.

Adam threw his head back, moaning as his cock pulsed, spurting inside of Eve, and she was moaning too, writhing underneath his bulk, clenching down on him so tightly he thought his dick was going to snap.

All of the sensations began to become too much, and Adam started to retreat, sliding out.

Eve's ankles locked around his lower back and yanked him back towards her. She keened as the rest of his trembling cock was stuffed inside of her, stretching her to the absolute limit, but Adam's own voice drowned her out at the feeling of her swallowing him whole.

His cock twitched uncontrollably, and tensed up so tightly that Adam's vision went cross eyed.

His hands scrabbled for purchase, trying to pull out of her, but the muscles of her calves flexed to hold him in place. Adam's protests came out as an unintelligible garble, he tried reaching back to pry Eve's legs off of him, but she had him in a vice grip.

Adam's entire body shivered as her insides fluttered around his trapped cock.

"E-Eve, it's too much!"

His words were high and breathy, he desperately wriggled his hips, trying to find relief from the pressure clamping down on his dick, but that only made it worse.

Eve moaned at his movements, and reached up, wrapping her arms around Adam, pulling him back down flush against her.

"It feels so...big!" She breathed into his ear. "Y-you're touching me, all over, keep going!"

Her words made his cock twitch again, and Adam slumped on top of her in defeat, burying his face into the pillow of her breasts, breathing like he'd just spent the last several moments sprinting as fast as he could.

Eve whined as he went completely still, fidgeting underneath him. She rocked her hips into his, doing the same as he'd done with his fingers, pushing him in until his entire cock was shoved inside of her, and then gradually letting him slide back out.

The entire time Adam was grizzling into her chest, fingers clenching and unclenching around the meat of her hips. He moaned whenever the sensitive head of his dick mashed against something firm.

He felt Eve trying to move her hips up quicker, grinding her hole against the base of his cock, but his full weight on top of her was apparently making it difficult for her to get the stimulation she wanted.

"A-Adam, please! Move! Please please please-" Her hands pressed into his lower back. Adam groaned in response.

His cock was still screaming at him for reprieve, any small movement made him flinch, but he could feel that needy heat blooming in his belly again, and despite the fact he'd just spilled inside of Eve, his dick hadn't gone remotely soft.

He braced his hands on either side of Eve's head and lifted himself up. He took in the sight of her completely wrecked expression. Her hair stuck to her cheeks, slick with sweat, and her mouth was open, heaving oxygen into her lungs. But it was her eyes that had Adam captivated.

She was looking up at him like he was her entire world.

Like the trees and ground and water, the stupid cherry bush, everything around them didn't exist, just him. A light burned  in the center of her pupils that he had never seen before.

It dawned on him that he was the one who'd brought that look to her face, and that he was the one who was making her tremble and plead for him to bring her pleasure she couldn't give herself.

Adam jerked his hips forward, inhaling sharply. Eve gasped, tossing her head back. He pulled back, and Eve loosened her legs. Adam immediately propped up on his knees, and when he shoved himself back inside Eve's heat their hips met with an audible smack.

He rutted into her wildly, burying his cock into her fluttering walls. Eve's voice pitched, echoing throughout the clearing, crying out her pleasure and praises. Adam thrusted into her harder, drawing more noises from her that had his cock throbbing.

She squeezed a hand between their bodies, and he felt one of her fingertips brush against his cock at the top of her slit.

She gabbled out protests when Adam pulled it away, linking their fingers and pinning them to the ground, but he didn't care. He wanted to make her feel good, and he didn't need any help in the process.

The sound of their hips slapping together grew louder, Adam's ragged breaths grew heavier as the burning knot in his belly grew tighter with each thrust.

"Adam!"

Abruptly Eve seized up underneath him, fingers trembling beneath his, and clamping down on his cock as she gushed all over his dick and thighs, wailing out his name.

Adam's thrusts grew erratic, he clutched onto his wife tightly, hugging her to his chest, grunting desperately, humping into that sopping wet pocket of bliss.

Eve whimpered against Adam as he slammed into her one last time, holding as he burst deep inside of her, his voice high and breathless.

His release drooled back out around his cock when Eve was completely filled, soaking the flattened grass beneath them.

When he was finish he collapsed on top of Eve again, burying her under dead weight.

He could feel her chest heaving, and heard her own breathless gasps in his ear.

When his limp cock popped out of her, trembles wracked her body. Fingers squeezed his own and an arm wrapped around his back, holding him tight.

Slowly, their breathing grew steady, and the buzzing hottness in Adam's dick faded.

He felt Eve start to wriggle under him, and after a moment of working up the energy to do so,  rolled off of her. He wrapped in arm around her waist to keep her close though, and Eve seemed content to stay with him, rolling onto her side so that they were face to face.

Adam gazed at her through heavy eyes. She was still giving him that look, but his stomach was suddenly turning with doubt.

"Eve?"

"Hmmm?"

"You meant it...right?"

She blinked, "Meant what?"

Adam swallowed and looked away. "That you like me, more than Lucifer?"

Eve leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together.

"Yeah."

It was a simple response, but the doubt vanished, he believed her wholeheartedly.

He kissed her again.

"Well, y'know..." he started when he broke away, "You're my favorite wife...I like you way more than Lilith."

Eve's grin was so wide her eyes squinted. She didn't say anything, but slim fingers were suddenly between their faces, pushing a cherry past his lips.

Adam snorted through his nose, and rolled his eyes, but chewed the tart treat.

Eve curled into him and he rolled onto his back, bringing her with so that she could lay on his chest.

A pleased hum escaped him as her fingers gently ran through his hair. The solid weight of his wife on top of him and the soft ground beneath them was comfortable.

After a long time of feeling left behind, and watching Lucifer steal all the attention of both his wives, Adam finally felt relaxed again.

He felt content.

He felt paradise.

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Yay, I finished another fic and didn't let it die in my drafts 🙌

Maybe some time later on I'll make a DoubleWhammy piece that's a lot less vanilla between these two. 😎

[sebbbongs17]

"ZOMBIELAND in 560 days," a SEVENTEEN fanfic.

Summary: A young boy realizes what has been unleashed on the world and doesn't hesitate to survive along with other boys. Oh, and with a pretty moody girl too.

Genre: Humorous horror, suggestive, angst, crack, fluff.

Warnings: Clearly blood, bites, violence, weapons, stupid deaths and some dark humor.

Pairing: ot13 x fem!reader

A/N: English is not my first language so there may be some mistakes, so please excuse me. Also, this is not going to be that descriptive, so there may be several inconsistencies and nonsensical parts, but it's all fiction. xoxo ♡

Day 1; Act I. Do you really think I would walk all the way from home to here? No way!

Chan couldn't even explain to himself the adrenaline he was feeling right now as he ran down the hill, being chased by none other than bloodied people. Yup. You hear- well, read that right.

He had thought that having read so many comics and having seen so many zombie movies and survival documentaries would help him if one day a horrible apocalypse were to break out, but now he was beginning to believe that that wasn't the case at all. Because, look at him, he was a scared boy who was still sleeping with the door open at night. And he never believed that an apocalypse could ever happen! Like ever!

But it was.

And if you're wondering how the hell he figured it out, well... It all started less than twenty minutes ago perhaps, when he went out to his yard to water his lemons before going to school, like any other day. Chan immediately felt that something was off in the air and in the environment itself. And, then his elderly neighbor climbing the fence to bite him confirmed it even more. I mean, he wouldn't have complained if it had been her hot granddaughter instead, but back to the topic..

If you're also wondering why he didn't enter his house to take shelter, the answer is simple: he stayed locked outside. So his first instinct was to run outside, like any idiot would do, isn't?

But before focusing on the running thing and talk about his wrinkled uniform, let's delay a little, yeah?

09:25 AM.

Poor Lee Chan let out a deep sigh as he walked lazily through the halls of the school, feeling like his heavy backpack would break his spinal column at any moment. Today was tuesday. A very nice and sunny tuesday indeed, but as always, none of his days weren't meant to be good.

His eyelids and damp scalp were still itchy, but he tried not to scratch too much or he was afraid of getting irritated. And all thanks to those stupid senior boys who had no better plan than to have him as a punching bag whenever they wanted, and today was no exception since they saw the option of putting his head in a toilet that had chlorine water, as fun.

And the worst thing was that in the end he was the only one sitting in the director's office, receiving absurd lectures about things he clearly didn't do. But since the man in charge of the institute was the uncle of one of Chan's main bullies, he didn't pay absolute attention to Chan but to his innocent and responsible nephew, with the excuse that they were only boy's games and that he needed to get used to it. But who in their right mind would get used to receiving flying balls on the nose on purpose during gym class or shoving against lockers or even hard slaps behind the neck every morning, among horrible insults and petnames?

What's more, who in their right mind would call that a boy's game?

Chan tried to arrange his worn uniform as best he could and opened the door of the Principal's office, not even taking 3 steps inside that the voice of the man in charge stopped him.

"Ah ah, Mr. Lee, no one comes in before knocking on the door and receiving permission," the man indicated, making a mocking gesture with his fist. Chan looked at him with some hatred before bowing slowly and subtly turning around and closing the door behind him. Knocking three times on the door loudly. "Who is?"

Chan rolled his eyes. "Lee Chan, Mister," he responded under his breath, his patience still stable.

"Oh, come in, Lee Chan." The man exclaimed in a cheerful tone which he believed was completely false, but still he entered the room, closing the door again behind him and taking a seat in front of the desk, placing his backpack on the floor. "So, Lee, what other problem is there now?"

Chan looked at him strangely and pressed his lips into a grimace.

"Ah, sir, you summoned me," he said, obvious.

"Oh yeah right, well, the reason is that I have a proposal that may interest you." Mr. Kang said, looking at him like he was some kind of gangster.

Chan nodded slowly and somewhat suspiciously since this was something new. Principal Kang never offered him anything, even if it was something bad.

"So, what do you think of being the leader of the student committee?"

The boy raised his eyebrows in surprise and disbelief. "What? Me?"

"Yeah," the man nodded.

"Why?"

"Well, ignoring the part that you are a somewhat annoying student," Chan grimaced, as that was clearly a lie. "You have good grades and according to the teachers you maintain good behavior in class and activities. So, I would like you to be leader of the committee." Mr. Kang spoke, leaning over the desk.

"What do you say?" He asked.

"Well, unless it's a joke, I'd like that very much sir!" Chan exclaimed, smiling. "But, what happened to Yeonjun?" He questioned confused.

"The boy Yeonjun has suddenly changed of school, and since it's almost the end of the year, I can't afford to leave the committee without a present leader. So, you will be some kind of temporary leader until next year," He told him, with some tiredness. "You agree?" The man looked at him exasperated.

"Yes! Of course sir!" He nodded effusively.

"Very good then! You start your position tomorrow, so come to school early. Maybe an hour or two before the usual time," he said, already indicating him with his hand to leave.

Chan stood up and grabbed his backpack, feeling his cheeks hurt a little because of the huge smile he kept.

"Oh, and Chan.." Principal Kang stopped him just before he walked through the door.

"Yes?" The boy asked.

"Try to wear a more presentable and new uniform, you will be the head of the committee, not of some street gang." He told him, making a slight face, looking at his faded clothes.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows before nodding furtively.

"I sure will, sir, thank you!" He exclaimed before running out of there, smiling happily again.

He couldn't believe that finally the opportunity to be part of the committee, in fact, LEADER of the committee, had come to him. He had wanted to be one for several years, but strangely he had never been chosen no matter how high his grades were and instead, a boy from his same year, Choi Yeonjun, was chosen.

Chan was walking so happy through the hallways that he didn't pay attention to the mocking comments of his bullies, nor so much to the tremendous slap that one of them give him in the back of the head.

The boy left just in time when the bell rang indicated the end of the classes, causing scores of students to pile up the stairs to leave. As he made his way down the sidewalk, Chan visualized a group of three boys, one of them being the famous Kim Sunwoo, who seemed to be playing with what appeared to be a poor dead or almost dead animal, presumably a deer. He unconsciously formed a grimace of disgust, as these three fools laughed while poking the deer with sticks.

Suddenly, Sunwoo noticed Chan's displeased look, and quickly gave him a dirty look. "What the hell are you looking at, Lee? Go wait for your mommy somewhere else, worm," Sunwoo said in a mocking and rude manner, causing the silly laughter of his friends.

Chan just rolled his eyes slightly and just started his way home, trying to ease his bitterness by remembering that he would now be part of the committee. And looking forward to tomorrow...

Present.

Chan felt that at any moment his lungs would give away but surprisingly they didn't. Turning back, he saw how the bloodied ones were diverted and instead, they were going to attack another neighbor, who was just collecting his mail.

Hearing the poor guy's screams of horror and pain, Chan turned onto the last street. Which, ha!, had no way out. Great.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." He muttered agitatedly, looking back several times just in case.

Where the hell he was supposed to go right now? To the city? No, he didn't know if it was safe or not at this point. The countryside? Could be a possibility, but he didn't want to go alone.

He stood still for about two seconds before his mind clicked. Chan desperately seek through his pockets and let out a sigh of relief when he felt his phone in one of them. With trembling fingers he scrolled through the contact list and hesitantly pressed one of it.

1 ring...

2 ring...

3 ring...

"Hello?" A raspy and lazy voice was heard from the other line.

"HYUNG! Thank god! Where are you? You're ok? Nobody bite you, right? Tell me that you're safe right now..." Chan muttered at the speed of light.

"Chan, what the hell are you talking about? Why would someone bite me?"

"There's no time to explain, Jeonghan-ah! Whatever you do, don't leave your house and close the windows and doors with locks and cover them as much as possible," he indicated, starting to walk around.

"Woah, woah! Calm down kiddo. What's going on? Also, I can't do any of that since I'm not at home right now," Jeonghan muttered softly, not caring at all why Chan wanted him to do that.

"Huh?! Where are you then?!" The boy groaned against the phone.

"At the supermarket," he simply responded.

"Damn it... OK. Tell me which one. You have your car with you, isn't?" Chan's knees shook and almost best towards the floor due to nervousness, but he was able to straighten himself up.

"Obviously. Do you really think I would walk all the way from home to here? No way!" Jeonghan giggle, making Chan roll his eyes. "I'm on the Sansok one..." He finally told him after.

"Alright, don't move from there hyung! And don't interact with anyone, I'm on my way!" Chan said and without waiting for the older man to respond, he hung up and turned around, seeing where he could go.

The boy's head stuttered in various directions as he barely spotted a bicycle near the porche of one of the houses. Chan carefully reached out and took it, beginning to pedal clumsily, almost falling in the process.

Briefly thinking about how he was wearing his new uniform in vain today.

[•••]

The brunette sighed heavily as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Who was it?" The other boy questioned, without looking at him, while continuing to examine the cereal boxes. 

"It was Channie. He sounded a little... weirded out," Jeonghan responded, dropping his weight onto the shopping cart.

"You asked him what was wrong? Maybe he had another nightmare again..." The guy finally turned to look at him as he was wearing a worried frown. "Or perhaps he smoked again that strange weed Soonyoung gave him."

"Oh, don't worry, Shua. It didn't seem like that... Well, actually, he didn't give me many convenient details. But I told him to come here if he was so worried," humming, Jeonghan walked to the ice cream section, closely followed by Joshua.

[getawayfox]

OMG it’s already January! I’m so very late to this and I have seen so many wonderful lists, but I very much wanted to make my own, so I did. We are so lucky to be spoiled by so many incredible fics – here are some (in no particular order) that grabbed me by the heart and never let go.

💀 draco malfoy’s substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (Draco/Harry, E, 10k)

I HAVE. NO WORDS. In the best possible way. This fic has to be experienced first-hand. E is an insane genius. That’s it, that’s the rec.

🧑🏼‍🍳 Make This Leap by @oflights (Draco/Harry, M, 118k)

Competent Draco and disaster Harry my beloved! This fic is so sweet and lovely and I want to live in it forever.

📩 Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed, @lastontheboat (Draco/Harry, T, 10k)

I laughed SO much reading this! It went straight into the bookmarks and I visit it every so often when I need a pick-me-up. And I swear I discover some new clever detail every time I do! Delightful, hilarious, perfect.

🐥 Robin’s Flufftober 2022 by @rockingrobin69 (Draco/Harry, M, 17,5k)

October was my favourite month because every day we got a dose of soft soft Robin sweetness - a moment of peace and safety every time her name popped on tumblr dashboard. I protect this collection in my bookmarks like the treasure it is.

❣️ Draco Malfory Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter by @nv-md (Draco/Harry, E, 18k)

Draco’s voice in this fic! From the very first sentence (no, from the title!) I knew I was in the right hands. What a treat!

🛁 Rubber Drakey by @crazybutgood (Draco/Harry, T, comic)

This fic is an utter delight, creative and clever, adorable and laugh-out-loud funny. This is Draco in his cutest form!

🌞 Look For Me In the Sun by @wolfpants (Draco/Harry, M, 9k)

Obviously a wolfpants fic had to be on this list but which one? *points at the whole catalogue* There is no way to go wrong there, what a year they had! I think I have screamed most about Pages of you (the number of times AO3 tells me I visited that one is embarrassing), Romp and Circumstance, and The Hollow (yes these are links, what of it, no it’s not cheating), so I’m going mention another favourite: Look For Me In The Sun, gorgeously atmospheric, achy, stunningly written.

🦦 Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 77k)

This has got to be THE fic this year for me. It’s fitting, because last year it was Nor All That Glisters, which got me into the drarry fandom properly, so of course it’s Sweet who just casually swoops in with another banger that won’t leave my brain, accompanied by the most incredible Joy art. I think this fic had me already at the tags but I was not ready for everything there is to love about the story - it’s impossible to do it justice in just a few short sentences, but if you haven't read it yet, it should be on your list for sure.

💍 Paper Rings by @lettersbyelise (Draco/Harry, E, 50k)

OTP: inevitable. Two timelines, both so exquisitely delivered: eighth-year drarry and grown-up drarry, both times so different and wholesome. This story is everything I love: nuanced, funny, full of pining and history.

🌙 Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (Draco/Harry, M, 15k)

This fic grabbed me and squeezed, and I don’t think I’ve been able to catch my breath since. I’m actually lost for words here because the story makes me feel so much but I haven’t been able to name it yet and maybe that’s okay. It’s the Tacky way of reaching deep down into my feelings and letting me sit with them.

🍋 Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 17k)

I think this might be the only time I managed to guess the author when this was still anon (and, well. The genius artist too). Such intimacy and longing, gorgeous food and so many layers to the story.

🌼 He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @sleepstxtic (Draco/Harry, Draco/Astoria, T, 5k)

I know that the infidelity tag might put some people off, but this is a stunningly written (devastating) Astoria PoV that absolutely clawed at my heart in the best possible way.

🍎 The Wrong Sort by @vukovich (Draco/Harry, not rated)

This fic makes me want to scream even though Vuk came back with a second part that patched up my broken heart. “I didn’t know how else to keep it” will forever be etched into my eyelids. Thank you, Vuk.

🥂 Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (Draco/Harry, E, WIP)

Technically, this counts because Sly started posting in Dec and I’m obsessed! Flirting! Banter! Oblivious Draco! *screams*

[hermit-searching]

TMNTposting Raphael edition (Part 2):

Part one can be found here. I really wanted to talk about my favourite little guy but I didn't feel like I had enough space to get all my thoughts down in the last post. So technically the entirety of part 2 is dedicated to 87 Raphael.

When asked who my favourite version of Raphael is, my answer is always a tie between 03 and 87 Raphael. I'm probably biased because they're the versions of Raph I grew up with, well 90s movies Raph is also in there but I really don't remember enough about the movies besides the Ninja Rap scene and I haven't rewatched it yet. The point being, 03 Raph tickles that itch for "more traditional Raphael" while 87 Raphael...I kinda just vibe with the little guy.

At face value he seems about as much of a traditional 'hot head' Raphael as Rise. Neither of them really fit into the "explosive temper" territory as 03, 12, 07 or the original Mirage comic Raph. He's a silly little dude. He likes playing dress-up, stand up comedy, and acting. Of all the versions of Raphael, he's definitely the most 'kid-like'. He's childish, he'll heckle his buddies for laughs, he even tells Shredder to go suck a lemon in the first episode. He's hilarious! But that type of comedy usually ends up getting him, and the other 87 turtles lets be real, into crossovers that horribly mischaracterize the poor kid.

As much as I loved TMNT 03, Turtles Forever is such a disservice to what TMNT 87 was, and who the 87 turtles are. 2012's second crossover with 87 also follows the TMNT 87 hate train, and it's so frustrating as a fan of most TMNT media. I get that the OG cartoon was super silly and tame compared to the others at face value, but every time someone says this I need to remind them it's 1) a cartoon from the 80s, and 2) lowkey really dark the more you think about it.

Such as:

-every time slavery is brought up and a plot for some other planet

-the entirety of the Red Sky seasons

-the humans of TMNT 87 always threatening to eat and or shoot the turtles because they're mutants

-the whole mutant hate sentiment being an allegory for the civil rights movement

But this is a post about Raphael. He's definitely still a funny little dude. But a lot of his humor stems from sarcasm and his cynicism towards the world. Raphael, is well aware humans are not fans of him or his compadres, and often sides with Donatello whenever he and Leonardo get into arguments about helping the humans. Their human friendship circle pretty much just ends with April and that's a dubious friendship at best since they're more or less a bridge towards her next scoop. None of them are really fans of Irma, Casey rarely appears, and the other human characters in the show are usually trying to turn them into kebabs until Dirk Savage the Mutant Hunter which already kind of says enough for itself.

This poor kid is honestly the bravest little dude. More often than not he'd rather run from a fight, or push Michelangelo into one for him. He's scared a lot, really giving off those youngest sibling vibes that are rare for Raphael. He's such a little scaredy cat that he his voice will sometimes sound like a squeaky toy. If Turtles Forever was correct about anything, it would be that Raphael would absolutely burst into tears meeting his Mirage counterpart.

But despite this all, Raphael is still probably the bravest version of Raphael they've ever created. Even though he'd rather scram, and read comics or watch TV. Despite knowing humans have it out for him, and will never accept him into their society. Even though he knows every time he saves them it will be a thankless job, Raphael will fight until his last breath. Like every other Raphael, he will protect the people and city he loves because that's who he is!

One of my favourite episodes in TMNT history has to be Raphael vs the Volcano because it really shows who 87 Raphael is as a person. There have already been a few posts about it recently who have all been far more coherant than I ever will be but let's do it anyways.

Raphael vs the Volcano:

-Donatello's latest invention, a health machine, malfunctions leading Raphael to believe he's unhealthy

-after panicking in the sewers a little bit, he goes back to the lair, only to overhear Michelangelo and Donatello lamenting over the loss of their dear friend.

-assuming they're talking about him, and that he only has a day to live, Raphael runs off, deciding that despite the fact the world sucks he's going to use his last day to make the world a better place

-he does a bunch of good deeds, increasing in danger, wearing a musketeer costume while the other turtles and April try to catch him

-some botanist is mad that a rich lady is taking credit for his discovery so he decides to eliminate all organic life on earth...not really important for Raphael's character except the fact he catches wind of this and takes this as his last deed before croaking.

-Raphael literally jumps into a live volcano to get the canister of anti-life juice, only escaping seconds before it erupts because the turtles arrive in time.

-the lesson of the day? don't jump into live volcanoes.

There's so much to unpack about this episode, but it'd mostly be reiterating the same things I said earlier about him. With a time limit on his life Raphael, despite the way he's been treated by the world will let go of his cynicism and crankiness to help people if it benefits everyone else. The kid shakes the moment he realizes it's been a huge misunderstanding and he's perfectly fine. Throughout the episode he's even saying things like "yeah too bad this is gonna be my last day". Like...he is CONVINCED he isn't making it to adulthood. If you think about it, it's basically what the other Raphs are as well, without the super explosive tempers. They're all just good-natured kids who have circumstances weighted against them, but they'll do whatever they can for the safety of their friends and family.

Please PLEASE give the 87 TMNT cartoon a chance if you've never seen it before. I promise it's actually good, and it has some extremely funny episodes.

[thedrotter]

not-yet-dead-person

silly comic of a conversation in-game i thought was too funny not to make something proper for instead of a doodle ww

(timelapse + wip images (thus silly process commentary in read more if you like artist commentary :3)

i think the sketch looks silly and goofy and funny so i find it important to share with you the mere presence of the faces i drew on it. i drew it on top of the boxes without staying inside its borders because i find my proportions can get wonky if i draw them cropped in a restricted space. and I feel trapped otherwise and i will draw BAD!!! give me spaceeeee to go wild!!!!

the head circles are there for emotional support

very low res speedpaint because truth is the canvas was much bigger than the space where my comic was placed. i didnt account when exporting my timelapse in 720px that that tiny space would look so pixelated ... but it's able to be percieved, so its okay.

(i will now comment on my process and it is not brief sorry)

usually i would try to clean up my sketches and figure out what goes on top before jumping into linework, but since there are multiple panels and drawings i chose to jump into inking right away for the sake of brevity. i just went in with a brush that uses pen pressure and drew what was needed. i added extra line thickness and contrast in areas around the face because it helps direct your eyes there more easily that way.

according to her equipment rei has a chain belt but i only remembered it existed once I was going to color, and i did not like that discovery... I chose to ignore it to maintain my peace. i already have the color palettes for these characters figured out, and i didnt really want to think about a new element at the moment www I tend to overthink those things a lot so i skipped it

the rest is rather straightforward! not that anything else wasn't, but in here i could turn my brain off and sing. linework and sketching require mumbling so i cannot turn my brain off. just block in the characters with a solid color so i can have a mask (something along those lines,) where the color can stay inside. then just color in !!!

Base colors just had slight cell shading on the skin, and for the hair i airbrush a bit of the skincolor in low opacity near the forehead... I'm not sure what it means, but i can look at the faces easier with it somehow. i like the gentle subtlety it adds even if you cant really tell. it makes things look nice.

background was just me blocking in the color of the wall and floor, shade the wall a bit, then slap a noise and free use wood texture on top. work smarter not harder ! yet it took a bit to make it look stylistically fitting with the characters, and even now i think bottom middle panel looks odd. whatever!!!

for the middle panel i thought itd be funny if the background was a solid silly and colorful one to contrast the next panel's sketchy black one. a contrast to how the word widow is seen. on that note my handwritting is not pointy. i gaslighted my hand into thinking that it was indeed pointy in that moment so i could write "not-yet dead person" in letters that didn't seem cute. my hand did not fall for it but it complied anyway

that's basically it! I'm not sure what else i could say that doesn't feel barebones because it really is that straightforward. if you're curious I used clip studio paint for this. only special brush used was for linework (a brush named Lemon Brush), the rest used were just the default. my computer gets the least credit. it was trying to convince me a 20mb file was going to nuke it all the time and hardly let me save multiple times so i do not appreciate it

[ch0wen]

@cellyx - Thank you for the love for Allies in Arles 💞 Here is what I threw together based on your request. Hopefully it is a fun read of Lemon and Reader with a sprinkle of Tangerine x Reader too?!

Cover | Lemon and Tangerine - Lemon and Reader - Tangerine x Fem!Reader

warnings: cursing & implied sex if you squint

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The jostled picnic table you are occupying, shakes your water bottle. Emitting that buzz of ringing metal. Without looking up from your book, you steady it.

You’re on a self-relaxation break away from home. Correctly, seated in a type of refuge, tucked away from the heart of the city. To be able to find a quiet place to soak up the beauty of Central Park was a surprise, as this area is seemingly always filled with other tourists. It felt good to concentrate on anything other than work. Admittedly, it was nice to not hear a dozen screaming 2nd graders, and instead listen to the quiet sounds of nature.

“Hullo.”

“Jesus!” Dropping your book shut, your hand flies to your chest as you lock eyes with a smiling, brawny, black gentleman seated across from you. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Lemon. I’m begging that you act like this is a casual meeting. Like we know each other.” He pleads through a strained, nonchalant expression.

You fix your bewildered face to something more relaxed, “What is this for?”

“This was the first thing I saw while running in here. I’m being stalked by these guys. They may harm me if they catch me.”

“I'm sorry, catch and harm you? Are you a good guy or a bad guy in this scenario? I don’t—. Am I going to get in trouble for aiding in a crime?”

“Okay. Excuse me but, fuck, too many questions! I really should've doubled my coffee this morning. But Tangerine had to cite statistics on why that was unhealthy from one of those God damn medical pamphlets he found!” That spewing of input is not meant for you, because he doesn't even look for a reaction. He was only putting his frustration out into the world.

Wait. Now, who the fuck is Tangerine?

"But to answer you, it's debatable. I consider myself to be a good guy. At least, the kind that calls his mom three times a week. But when it comes to my job,” he shrugs with a click to his teeth, “It truly depends on what side of the situation you’re looking at it from. I do what I'm told and get it done. Minimal mess maker but will clean up after my brother.”

A pause, to contemplate if there were any additional traits he felt would be worth sharing.

“I think I am a pretty sound guy, yeah.”

“I feel like I have more questions after that. But okay, I'm Y/N.”

Quietly, he sat there with his hands clasped. You glimpse over his shoulder to the park’s entrance gates. Two angry-looking men jog by, pause, circle back, and continue running in the other direction. Lemon's back is to them but your eyes follow the blurred men until they're out of view.

They didn’t even look over here. Believing this stranger was safe from whatever threats those men held. You spot a blotch of crimson on his blue sleeve when you look at him again.

“Oh, you’re bleeding!”

You’re already reaching into your purse, for the ziplock baggie you call a first aid kit, as Lemon fingers the stain. He rolls up the fabric to expose his wound. You hand over a bandaid and he smiles at your kindness.

Getting a good look at the source of his bleeding, your eyes comically widen. How did this man get a gash that large on this random Tuesday? What kind of weapon would leave a slash like that? Who was he running from?

“Now looking at it, I’m not sure one bandaid will be enough,” you’re passing over your last three bandages. His smile is still present as he unwraps the aid, “honestly, you may need stitches.”

“Well for now something is better than nothing.” He’s holding the second bandage up for emphasis, “and I thank your Blue’s Clues characters for their service.”

You let out a chuckle, “I am a teacher, I swear! And I have a nephew! They’re all accident-prone. Those are the only characters at the moment that cheer them up when they get scraped.”

“Apparently, me and your wains have a few things in common.”

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Lemon’s head lurches forward, suddenly. A man appeared behind him. He had a trimmed mustache, disheveled curly hair, and rolled-up sleeves, exposing drying blood that may not be his. Clearly, he was the one that smacked Lemon upside the back of the head.

Lemon pivoted in his seat to scowl at this new man. He doesn't seem scared, so maybe this isn't one of the dudes after him. His eyes followed the guy as he walked around to the side of the picnic table, before dropping down next to him.

The angry man speaks, “Why the fuck did you run off?”

“You were holding your own in the cellar. I got cornered on the main floor and booked it.”

Lemon dodges an incoming smack. Seizing the mustached man's wrist midair and manipulating his open-palmed hand to point at you.

“She was assisting me with cover.”

Finally, Mustache looked at you. Subconsciously sitting up as he assesses you. Hopefully, he liked what he saw. It looked as though his eyes hooded slightly after locking with yours. Oh, you're delusional.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to use language like that in front of you.”

Your face warmed for a second time today. Except it was a sense of timidness towards this attractive man, not embarrassment like before.

“She was a proper nurse to me. Tended to my wounds and everything.”

Tangerine quirked a brow while Lemon turned his arm to show the once-fresh bandaids, now soaked. It's a bit macabre seeing Magenta and Blue's cheerful faces stained in red blood. Also, those are absolutely doing nothing to slow the blood loss. But Lemon is acting like you performed a successful surgery on him.

Tangerine eyed the cartoonish bandaids with a frown. Shot you a side glance then looked back at his brother.”

“Suits you.”

———-

You all sat together waiting to ensure the coast was clear. Thankfully, there weren't any awkward pauses. However, you felt it peculiar that they answered your questions in an odd way. Their responses held some truth but clearly censored typically normal facts, like their job description or real names.

You were able to learn that they're brothers. As if the bickering that interrupted the chat a few times didn't already give it away. They were both quite friendly while getting to know.

And maybe it was your own wishful thinking but you felt like you saw Tangerine observing you throughout the gathering.

“We’re still technically working, but I think the right thing to do is to walk her back to her hotel. The streets aren’t safe today," Tangerine suggests after fifteen minutes of scanning the park from his spot.

“Ever the gentlemen, T. But the higher danger level is because of us.”

“Don't," Tangerine warned.

“Figured honesty is the best policy. There are a shit ton of episodes of Thomas on that.”

“Stabbing you in the arm to deepen that wound may be the best policy to shut you up.”

“Okay, well now you’re definitely frightening her.”

“I am? Maybe the continuous reminder of looming death is doing the job already.”

Lemon paused,

“Right. Forget about that, love. You’re safe with us as your escorts back!”

You raise out of your seat with an ‘OK’ and Lemon’s arm in yours. Tangerine trailing behind like a guard dog with his head on a swivel.

———-

It has been a couple of hours since your afternoon meeting with the Twins. You immediately needed rest after getting back to your hotel room. Overwhelmed with your afternoon run in. You wake up with the idea that it would be best to clear your thoughts with a lengthy shower.

Wrapping a short hotel bath towel around your damp body, you brush out your hair. You’re blurred in the foggy mirror. Unexpectedly, the window in the adjoining room rattles. A dark mass behind you in the reflection.

Turning you witnessed a body climb through and crash onto the floor. You’re muffling your scream as your brain processes who just broke in.

"Tangerine? What are you doing here?"

“Dreadful etiquette coming in through the window, I know.”

He leaned against the door frame with a smug expression; Looking so unbelievably good. You can tell he has freshened up also. He wore a bone-white T-shirt and dark denim jeans. The golden rings he had on each finger kept catching in the light over the vanity.

"I wanted to give a proper thank you for helping out my brother before. Is that alright?"

For him, the biting of your bottom lip was your quiet confirmation. Still, he waited to hear you squeak out a ‘yes’ before invading your personal space.

He pressed you up against the cool, marble counters. His lips gently kiss your reddened skin, either from your hot shower or this gorgeous man in front of you is causing a full-body blush.

He ran his hands over your wet skin. Licking kisses against your neck. Pushing his bulge into your bare thigh. The grip on your towel loosened.

As it fell, his hand slid up in between your legs.

———-

[dizzybizz]

you have unleashed a demon. i warned you.

i don't think this is going to have any structure whatsoever but i will pretend it does for my own sanity.

i want to start with some behind the scenes stuff bc obviously i do

like i only named guy that because i didn't want to think too hard about names and he has always been a silly little guy. his farms name is sail away farm,,, like the enya song. that's where it came from but really it's a SSS reference cus i will bring other SIs into this somehow. (it was from one of the ai dungeon streams... when julia wrapped up yet another accidental psychological horror story by sailing away whilst listening "to the tunes of enya")

and with remy i had already planned on romancing harvey so i wanted a name i could make a funny shipname of. their shipname is harmy (ironic isn't it ^^). stowaway farm came from some thoughts i had about remy's life before moving to pelican town. where he didn't feel welcome and like the people around him weren't keen on being seen with him. and i just liked the ring it has to it :) the two of them both having farms with "away" in the name was accidental and didn't hit me until after it was too late to change it.

here they are at the character creation screen !!!!

GUY IS MY SILLIEST LITTLE GUY. he's like a hamster or a chipmunk or other small rodents

him asf ^^^^

he's also like ponyo to me, he is very ponyocoded. his theme song would be the full version of ponyo on the cliff by the sea.

he is a biter, a chewer. he's kirby, a chainchomper... he would snack on rocks if he could. he's the breakdancing sims cat. he has bad volume control. he is an octopus, a koala, a monkey. he names a lot of his farm animals after fictional characters. but his hens are named hip, hop, cherry and pop after the lemon demon song. he would take a sip of a joja cola and go "oh, that is vile" and keep taking sips like he needs to confirm it multiple times.

him and elliott are so silly..... their shipname is gull which worked out so well it almost seems intentional. they both got ties to the ocean and beach... we love to see it. they got together the day after elliott's birthday, not only that but it was also right before elliott's 8 heart event. so it was really like guy came in before his book reading, asked him out and then was all "THAT'S MY BF EVERYONE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH" during the reading... he is his biggest cheerleader

he is best friends with emily and shane. and when emily mentioned that she would make a good clown during the stardew fair, he said "this is why we're best friends. we would be the best clowns." and he ate three burgers in a row that day. one day during blackberry season he collected 93 blackberries and was just running around the town with them on his person. him and gus have history together which i will make a whole comic about some day. whilst gaming with abigail he ran into enemies twice and got himself killed. he accidentally bought a pirate sword from marlon. he has died once. he is trying to goad alex into actually shaving his hair off because of that one throwaway comment. HE HAS TWO GARBAGE HATS. (tootsies is SO getting the other one once 1.6 is out)

^ this is what he wore for spirit's eve, called it "farmer in a rush" (he literally just took off his shorts)

i have way less on remy cus he isn't as far along and has had a mostly average time in pelican town so far.

remy is just a big dog who is scared of most things. he is a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. he feels very out of place in social interactions. his limbs are too long for him. he is trying his best.

he can come off as very... displeased... his resting face just looks slightly ticked off. really he's a big softie. he has some real unfortunate luck too.. except the night of the egg hunt when he had a fairy visit. he holds onto that little bit of luck there. a glimmer of hope. he had a meteor crash in the middle of his farm, luckily his crops were safe and sound tho, small mercies. weeds damaged his farm the same night the scripted earthquake hit. one day in the mines he got so lost in the dark he had to give up for the day and head up to the surface again, he was one level away from an elevator. he is financially struggling. he names his animals after food. his theme song would probably be cave in by margaux or something.

harmy is a slow-burn, strangers to friends to lovers scenario. they're delightful, i can't wait to see their relationship develop. remy kinda wanted to ask harvey to dance during the flower dance but chickened out (totally not because i only had 3 hearts with him stfu) (also those two pages aren't canon in my headcanon cus i think both of them would be oblivious and dumb as a rock. i just wanted to draw it lol. i think it takes a whileeee for either of them to ever catch feelings.)

he doesn't know many of the villagers too well. he is taking his time settling in fully and is so busy with the farm and mines and fishing and whatnot. oh y'know when sam asks you what his next song should be about?? yeah, remy said trains which has planted the idea that he is a former train kid in my head. and that's something he and harvey can bond over- i think it's really sweet :'). train and plane autism couple. remy has a sweet tooth. he feels intimidated by most villagers. i have a whole hair arc planned for him where he ends up growing his hair out once he really settles in. it's gonna be so epic. he went through 3 of emily's heart events in a row which was wild.

his chest lineup >>>>>

here's an expression sheet i started and will hopefully finish one day

i think that's all for now- I TOLD YOU IT WAS GOING TO BE A LONG POST NO?? ARE YOU HAPPY??? I AM. INFODUMPING IS AWESOME.

i ain't proofreading this are you kidding me.

y'all summoned this. my mutuals summoning my infodump demon with their summoning triangle. feeding my hyperfixation.

[skyedancer-rae]

TGAA 2 Spoilers

Yet another follow-up to the Shovel vs Spade Debate.  Team Spovel may not conquer the English language as a whole, but Gina does recruit the Judge to their side.  So who's the real winner here? 

(I need you to imagine Barok, speaking through clenched teeth and looking like he swallowed a lemon, as he says, "At which point, the accused struck the victim from behind with the...spovel.")

A follow up to this piece, which details the birth of Team Spovel. Spovel link.

Which was a follow-up to these pieces:Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.

Image description after Keep reading.

A 4-panel comic.

Panel 1: A speech bubble in the upper left corner reads “OBJCTION!” Gina stands at the witness stand, pointing up at the judge as she says, "My Lord, as the lead detective on this case, I suggest we call the murder weapon a spovel to avoid further arguments." She is scowling.

Panel 2: A close-up of the judge, who frowns and says, "Yes, I concur with Inspector Lestrade. The prosecution and defense will henceforth refer to the murder weapon in question as a spovel."

Panel 3: Kazuma and Barok stand at the prosecutor's bench. Both are frowning with their arms crossed. Kazuma glares sideways at Barok, with dark squiggles representing his frustration. Barok looks toward the judge and says, "My Lord, you can't be serious." The upper right corner shows that he has received 2 penalties already.

Panel 4: A close-up of the judge saying, "Lord van Zieks, your displeasure is noted. However, since I would rather not give you or the defense another penalty for arguing with your assistants about this, the murder weapon is now a spovel."

[aphetaliamessages]

APH Characters' Favorite Superheroes or Villains

America: Superman. And Captain America. And Batman

He likes a lot of them but nothing tops the time he cried tears of joy and amazement when he read the first Superman comic

Russia: Captain America

Honestly, it's just because he reminds him of Alfie - kind, blond, American, nice ass, uncomplicated, and never hesitant to do what he thinks is right

France: Mystique

He'd love the ability to instantly be someone's ideal man. It would make him feel Good Enough

Japan: Astroboy

Nothing but respect for the First Anime Protagonist

Italy: Honey Lemon

Big Hero 6 has a bunch of cute and funny characters, but Feli connected with Honey Lemon's colorful explosions the most!

Canada: Quicksilver

He's like Gilbert if Gilbert was cool for real and not just in his head

Gil: Hawkgirl and Hawkguy

Birds, superheroes, a story of immortality and love - what's not to like?

Spain: The Ninja Turtles

If you try to make him pick one he'll think about it for hours, then burst into tears and cry "DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN"

Romano: Nebula

No explanation needed

Romania: Scarlet Witch

A magical girlboss in red. He cried about her in the MCU

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Tag Game!

kisses to @this-was-a-terrible-idea and @becausereasons7 for tagging me!

Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people

favorite color: bright red! not to sound like an edgy teenager, but that really vivid fresh blood red color 👌👌👌

last song I listened to: Villain by K/DA

last movie I watched: Pulp Fiction (1994). I have this movie bucketlist that I'm working my way through and that was on it. it was. okay.

currently watching: I just finished Better Call Saul and am now working my way through Batman: The Animated Series.

currently reading: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley! I just watched a biopic about Mary Shelley on Kanopy recently and decided to finish it.

sweet/savory/spicy?: YES. I want Maximum flavor on everything. I crave sweets the most, but i'm also that person who puts salt on a dish before even trying it

currently craving: i need some shit deep fried to fuck rn. i want something that immediately clogs my arteries.

coffee or tea?: I've very recently acquired a taste for coffee and am slowly working my way through the menu of my local coffee shop. tbh whenever i have tea, i end up adding so much honey and lemon that it's basically an arnold palmer. remember when i said i like maximum flavor on everything? yeah. there is no room for subtlety in this house.

relationship status: no bitches.

current obsession: tbh i've been so slammed recently with finishing my bachelors, preparing to move, and fighting my demons off with a stick that fun time activities have really taken a backseat. I started reading through all of the comics in Tim Drake's Robin run a few months ago, and I've acquired an old playstation that I've been collecting games for, so I look forward to diving head first into those once I catch a break <3

i don't even KNOW 9 people smh, tumblr seriously needs a function where you can see who all of your mutuals are

no pressure tagging since half of you have probably already been tagged lol @whelmedchaos @waffleinator-inator @chipmunkery @envysparkler @yasmindifference @lovetimdrake @lovecinnatwist @batsnacks @miles2g0