#inFURIatingly difficult but fun :)

[nomiyakazehaya]

random au idea where megatron is a walking wasteland (literally based on that same trope) because of his antimatter

what's the reasoning behind this au? solely an excuse to see a horrendously depressed, melancholic, and sad despairing megatron who's a victim of her own circumstances. that, and some musical brainworms but we don't talk about the brainworms i just love the idea of such a sweet and gentle megatron progressively growing so solemn and despondent, and actively having to avoid people and isolating herself or even going as far as self imprisonment so much as to not bring harm to others

[best-undertale-song]

Revival Rounds are scheduled for tomorrow, 2:00 pm EST.

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

╰┈➤ a/n: 2022 me would skin me alive if she ever found out im being vocal abt liking eddie munson

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@lokis-army-77

⭒ Cozy

Waking up the day after Eddie has fucked your brains out you have a little more fun.

⭒ Private Viewing

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple

⭒ Next Caller

Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.

⭒ You Look Lonely

Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.

@ceriseheaven

⭒ Cockwarming with older!Eddie (blurb)

@natti-ice

⭒ “Let me taste you” (blurb)

⭒ "B-baby please, I'm gonna-" (blurb)

@msgexymunson

⭒ Shotgun

You're on a camping trip with your two friends, and the scariest guy from school: Eddie Munson. A few beers and some weed change the way you look at him however. Maybe he's not so scary after all. Cocky, oh yes, but not scary. Especially the way your legs start to squeeze together at the sight of him. But, does he like you, or is this some cruel game to play on the innocent band geek? 

⭒ Benefits

Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?

⭒ Soft Touches

you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

⭒ The Ink Shop

Desperate for a job, you answer an advertisement not knowing it's a tattoo shop. It's not particularly difficult work, except for one thing: having to deal with Eddie Munson.  

@eddiethefreakkmunson

⭒ Not So Accidental Invitations

Tired of ignoring your ever growing attraction to your roommate Eddie you "accidentally" send him a partial nude, his reaction is everything you had hoped it would be and more...

@bimbobaggins69

⭒ Love in the Locker Room

you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.

@luveline

⭒ Topaz, Lime, Ruby Red

Eddie has a staring problem that you barely notice, though you share an aching, awful crush. One of you has to bend first, and it’s not who you’d expect.

⭒ Is It Getting Too Much?

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can).

⭒ If It Barks

You don’t mean to make an enemy of Eddie Munson — he’s handsome and talented, but he’s the biggest jerk you’ve ever met. Eddie thinks you’re infuriatingly pretty, emphasis on the infuriating.

part one | part two | part three | part four |

⭒ Was That So Hard?

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want?

⭒ Dark Matter

You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you.

⭒ Something Extra

You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you.

@usedtobecooler

⭒ Desperate!Eddie (blurb)

⭒ eddie "monstercock" munson

eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.

@munson-blurbs

⭒ Dark and Stormy

A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?

@eiightysixbaby

⭒ Take A Dip?

eddie wants to get you in the water with him while you're alone at the community pool. he ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

@galaxy-siren

⭒ Biggest Fan

@lonelysatellites

⭒ Safe Hands

Sex has never been a pleasant experience for you. Selfish partners, anxiety, and pain have all ruined something that you should enjoy. You’re convinced there’s something wrong with you, but Eddie is determined to prove otherwise.

@eddiernunson

⭒ I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

⭒ The Splash of Rain on the Roof

you're best friends with Eddie Munson after moving to Hawkins, the new girl who ditches the cheerleaders for the Freaks. A year later, you've fallen head over heels for him, and you're convinced there's no way he has any interest in you. It finally seems confirmed when you find out (more or less) that he's into a fucking cheerleader. Your heart breaks.

@bbyhellfire

⭒ missionary with eddie (drabble)

eddie didn't care for missionary until he meets you

@oneforthemunny

⭒ Soft!Eddie (blurb)

@kiwi-bitchez

⭒ The Girlfriend Experience

Eddie doesn’t think he’s cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, you’re determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion… for when the right girl comes around.

@/gaybybirth on ao3

⭒ Double Feature

When you're forced to go to a double feature showing of the Halloween movies with your brother and his friends, you find yourself, like usual, interacting with Eddie Munson. But it doesn't take long for the platonic line to be blurred and things to heat up.

⭒ Show Me

You ask Eddie to show you what you've been missing out on after he discovers your boyfriend never went down on you.

@eds6ngel

⭒ Romantic!Eddie blurb

@gxtitobxby

⭒ The Princess and the Freak | Part 2

“I can’t help but dream of his head between my thighs, how his hair would feel against my—”

@/mediocredreams on ao3

⭒ Extra Credit

Your professor offers you a very personal in-home tutoring session.

@/ghostproofbaby on ao3

⭒ Twenty Four Hours

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

(Y'ALL MUST READ IT ISTG ITS SO GOOD)

@/decembersfinest on ao3

⭒ Living After Midnight

Being a perpetual people-pleaser meant that you were constantly putting others before yourself--particularly your parents and the eccentric guests who stayed at their motel. But when a surly and mysterious musician checked in indefinitely, he flipped your whole world on its head.

@littlexdeaths

⭒ Band Practice

when band practice doesn’t go as planned…

@eddiexmunsonlover

⭒ One Step Away From You

You move back to Hawkins after 3 years away to finish out your senior year. Can you salvage the friendship you once had with your ex best friend, Eddie? Will you be able to push down your deeper feelings for him, or will it all come bubbling out in disaster?

@/nerdsarehot on ao3

⭒ A Kiss to Remember

⭒ Flustered

@/GreyPetticoats on ao3

⭒ Wing Man

Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wingman for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

@eddiesghxst

⭒ Riding Eddie drabble

[honeydippedwaffles]

Smallest Drop - Part 2

Summary: Seeing as part one went well, I present to you the continuation but this time, from Astarion's point of view. Thank you all so much for your support. It makes me so happy to know the fandom is enjoying my work.

He honestly doesn't know what Tav wants from him or why she keeps stirring weird emotions in him and she only further confuses when she presents him with a thoughtful gift.

There will be a part 3. Tav is not mentioned by name.

Content Warnings: She/Her Tav

Word Count: 2.2k words

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Astarion never considered himself particularly lucky but he knew how to adapt to situations beyond his control – keep himself alive and everything. He’d proven himself to be talented enough to seduce well, just about anyone.

Just about anybody it would seem but not a single member of the strangest group imaginable, also known as the one he’d chosen to travel with.

Because luck would mean the most frustrating woman in the world would be the one he aimed to… shall he say, convince about the benefits of staying close to his side.

Oh, she wasn’t exactly immune to his charms. He could see the effects when he moved close to her and her lips curled into a natural smile, attention flickering to him in anticipation of what he wanted to say. She brushed against his shoulder whenever she wanted to pass and laughed at his snide remarks.

All the things that he would usually consider a success; a sign he’d managed to win her heart in some form.

But then, she also went and did the absolute opposite.

Instead of pulling him aside in the camp when he offered and allowing him to drag his lips along her throat, she dragged him into the middle of the group to socialize. She leaned into his touches and then ran off to help save another puppy or whatever else caught her attention.

It annoyed Astarion because he knew she liked him but he didn’t know what she wanted from him. They’d spent one evening together and she appeared keen on more but then rather spent her nights teaching an owlbear how to sit.

Admittedly, a very cute pastime but still.

She ran a bath for him, washed his hair, and then promptly left him alone in the water instead of joining him for some fun. If he understood, he could easily provide but she made the first part infuriatingly difficult.

“Alright,” he said after she’d caught him staring into a blank mirror and spurned agitation in him by reminding him that he didn’t, in fact, know what colour his eyes once were. “Tell me what you see when you look at me. Surely you can describe my appearance well enough.”

She giggled and put a hand to her chin, as though considering. “I think we’d be sitting here the whole night if I did that. You’re so pretty, it’s unfair.”

Pride curled hot in his chest and his irritation simmered. Amazing how easily she managed to do such a thing. “Oh? Then name your favourite.”

She reached out to brush a strand of hair away from his face, freezing only when the action had already startled both of them. Astarion wondered why she stopped for only a second before he realised he’d shifted away from the touch, a movement done on instinct rather than thought.

Shit. That wasn’t going to help him.

She dropped her hand as though nothing happened. “I refuse to believe becoming a vampire changed you that much. There’s no way you weren’t this gorgeous before.”

She knew how to appeal to his vanity and the strangest thing about it was, he didn’t feel as though she did it on purpose. Her ceaseless flattery came naturally to her.

“It’s been over two hundred years since I last saw it and memories fade.”

A lie but not an important one. He remembered everything since the day he woke up in his coffin, panicked and struggling to breath though he didn’t need to. The pain of transforming, the agony of starvation, and unending confusion. Nothing slipped away and he hated it. Despised how the memories shoved their way forward.

But for now, he refused to think of them and instead waited to see what she thought of. She pressed her lips together tightly before she spoke.

“The first thing I noticed when I met you were your eyes. They’re red, obviously, but they’re also strong and piercing. You also get these crinkles beside them when you laugh.”

Again with the strangest compliments. Still, he took them in his stride this time. “That’s better. What else?”

“The way you smile. It’s dangerous and sharp but occasionally, genuine. It’s enough to charm anybody, I would say.”

He offered her a smile in response, pleased with the praise. He preened beneath her pretty words and happily took the knowledge close to heart. Meaningless flattery had always been one of his favourite things.

“Now just tell me I’m beautiful and we’ll call it a day.”

She laughed and tilted her head to the side. “You’re beautiful. I thought that much was obvious.”

But something in the way she said it ruined everything. She took the most boring compliment of the lot and meant it deeper than all the others. The teasing tone easily exposed the truth and the pride disappeared, replaced by something he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now was there any real reason for you to make your way over here?”

She didn’t really want anything but he’d almost expected it. Everything she found on their journey eventually got shared with him and today, she spoke about some woman’s letter she’d found. Nothing important.

Astarion thought that would be the end of it.

He continued to flatter her to make sure she always preferred him above their other companions and was rewarded when she continued to seek him out first. An entirely selfish action truly but she offered him a path forward.

The others had their strengths but something about her united them the best. If a chance existed where he could retain this ability to stand in the sun, he had no doubt she would be his best way there.

Even if she did insist on carrying about so much nonsense she found whenever they went out and helped every person with the smallest problems.

But then she found an empty book lying on the floor somewhere and she immediately began staring at him whenever it was open, scribbling away inside but always staring at him over the edges. Every time he offered her a quizzical glance, she smiled and continued with whatever she was doing.

She showed it to Wyll and Gale a few times but never brought it over for him to see.

Of course, if Astarion really wanted to, he could find what waited in those pages easily.

The parasite provided an easy path forward but she would know he wanted something when he dug around in her head. He didn’t sleep most nights but she rested deeply; deeply enough to allow a vampire to drink from her throat without even waking her like the true fool she was.

She knew, even laughed when he complimented her the next morning, but never once complained, just told him he was welcome back whenever.

Originally, he thought she may be too trusting but he learned quickly how wrong that assumption was. She didn’t believe most of the people who tried to sway her to their side; straightened her back and glared when they tried to trick her and often even stood between them and her companions.

Which meant, somehow, he’d earned her trust.

Ridiculously stupid as it was for her to trust him, he didn’t want to lose the privilege and so he left her book alone until the next time she spent too long staring over its top.

“I do hope you’re writing something fun in those pages,” he said. “If you let me read them, I’m sure we can make them happen.”

She laughed at the suggestion. “No, it’s nothing like that. I’m just trying to draw you.”

He lowered his goblet a little in confusion, unsure how to respond to such a thing. “Draw me?”

“Well, you complained so much about not being able to see yourself in the mirror so I thought this would be the next best option. Come here and I’ll show you.”

She patted the spot on the ground beside her but Astarion didn’t move. Of all the things he’d expected from her, he hadn’t anticipated a recall of the strange conversation from before. Certainly not for her to have spent several days on such a thing.

“Come on,” she welcomed him. “I’m not horrible at art, I promise.”

He shook off the surprise and forced a laugh. “My apologies, I got distracted watching those adorable cheeks of yours flush. It’s absolutely delicious to see the way the sun burns your skin.”

“Oh, that wasn’t the sun,” she said. “If you’re talking about this.” She twisted a little so he could see a deeper red mark on her chest and where it curled over her shoulder. “You know the chest I kept fiddling with beneath the grove? Turns out it was trapped but don’t worry, Shadowheart promised it would fade with time.”

He honestly hadn’t been speaking of anything but he found himself annoyed at her for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint. “Well, I suppose that’s what you must deal with when you’re obsessed with looting everything we come across.”

“It’s profitable,” she teased. “Now do you want to see what I’m drawing or not?”

He took his time to saunter over and sink into a relaxed seat beside her. The sun had begun to set and its final rays danced over her skin as she shifted closer, leg brushing against his own as she turned the pages to him.

“It’s not perfect,” she warned. “You’re not an easy person to capture on the page but it’s something.”

True to her words, the book had been filled with sketches from the front to the back. Some crude and others detailed but every single one was of him. Close ups, full bodies, and even a few in action with daggers drawn. Had she truly drawn them from memory alone?

“I keep getting frustrated when they don’t come out right,” she said. She leaned back so she was lying against the grass, attention on the sky. “I’ve asked the others but they can’t tell what I’m doing wrong either. They’re just not right.”

He turned the pages slowly, not sure how he should respond to a gift like this.

Seeing his face showed truth to her words. He hadn’t changed awfully much in these years. The great care put into this though… she’d spent ages detailing his hair on others and even put dapples of sunlight over others from when they’d been travelling through the forest.

They didn’t have many hobbies to pass the time while travelling (not unless you counted Lae’zel who appeared to be collecting more and more heads as they continued on) but this must have taken so much of her waking hours.

The emotion that crept up his throat was unwelcome and difficult to recognise. It made his unbeating heart twist uncomfortably and he immediately snapped the book shut.

She nudged him to get his attention. “Well? What do you think? We can hire a professional when we reach a bigger city but it’s a temporary solution.”

He forced the smile and it felt wrong. “I doubt even a professional will capture me right. It’s as you said, difficult to capture perfection.”

She laughed. “I’ll try again tomorrow but with our plans, I think you’re going to be in a foul mood and I don’t want to draw you when you’re sulking.”

“Me? Sulk? I couldn’t possibly imagine why when you’re making me trudge through a swamp.”

She grinned and for a second, the briefest moment, he felt something tug on his chest when he looked at her. Fondness. His panic flared immediately and he turned his gaze away, uncomfortable suddenly with the attention she lavished upon him.

Curse her and her ridiculous book. Yet another strange aspect of her life – one that tempted him to flee in the middle of the night and never return to this group and their insistence on helping people.

But he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t give up the safety provided by them yet.

“I’ll be happy to take this off your hands darling,” he said to her, holding up the book. “Keep it safe and make sure it doesn’t disappear in the night.”

“You will not. It’s mine until I get at least one drawing of you right and then you can have it.”

He leaned over her, placing one hand on the ground beside her hip. “Wouldn’t you rather the real thing? We can make some references for more enticing artwork in the future.”

She stared at him, briefly frozen as he drifted a faint touch over her thigh. The flare of lust in her eyes made him comfortable again. This was something he understood. An emotion he recognised. She still wanted him; she must if she spent all this time trying to draw him.

She moved closer and her breath brushed over his cheeks, her eyes locked on his.

He waited, about to close the gap, when she suddenly kissed him on the nose, grabbed the book from his hand, and rolled away with a laugh.

Astarion was left blinking as she tucked the book into her pouch.

“I’ll let you have it when I’m done but that does sound like fun. Unfortunately, this evening though, I managed to talk Wyll into giving me some dance lessons so I’m booked. You should join if you feel up to it.”

He huffed and tried not to let the strange jealousy return as she ducked away towards the others.

Taglist: @rosenightwings , @tragicdruid , @bloopthebat , @venus-wrts

[paper-mario-wiki]

i'm loving seeing you post more of your art!! out of curiosity, how long have you been drawing? is there anything specific you do to practice or do you just pick something and draw it? (i've been trying to learn to draw myself for the past year or so, and seeing your art more often has become somewhat of an inspiration for me!)

ive been doodling all my life! thought when i say "doodle" i mean "as an unmedicated youth i was unable to focus on a drawing for more than 45 minutes at a time"

here's some posts from an art blog i had in middle school, and the first year of highschool.

what most critically separates this art from the art ive been doing recently is that i NEVER used any refrence. ever. i looked at stuff to make sure i knew what it looked like, but the rest was always roughly estimated based on what i thought would look good (which was largely based on cartoons).

but i only ever started trying to "learn how to draw" over the past year. here's the thing: spending a bunch of hours practicing drawing cubes and cylinders is like. all you have to do to see yourself start improving in real time.

draw a bunch of cubes and cylinders, and learn how to make them look realistic in proportion to each other using references to guide you. practice drawing stuff like basic buildings, cans of soda, maybe a cake (3 short fat cylinders on top of each other) if you're feeling daring. then try to draw slightly more complicated shapes, like spheres and cones and stuff. layer these shapes on top of each other to make more complicated shapes. you're gettin the picture.

infuriatingly, basic shapes is like 40% of the "getting it to click" work done.

after than, move on to 30 second sketches of nude models using this site. yeah, only 30 seconds. it doesnt matter if it comes out looking like shit, the point is learning how to simplify complicated shapes down into their most basic lines. dont waste time erasing. dont waste time pressing ctrl-z. erasing is your enemy. you arent learning how to erase, you're learning how to draw. (you'll get your eraser back later).

do this hundreds of times. yeah, hundreds. put on a podcast or something. get in a voice call with your friends. but ya gotta practice this one. that's the next 20% of making it "click".

now, unfortunately, the last 40% is just a matter of slamming your head against the wall of art until things slowly start to look better and better. it's sort of like a chemical formula, in that the closer you get to 100% purity, the more and more difficult it becomes to distill it.

the key is to ALWAYS use reference. you cannot learn how to realistically draw something you've conjured from your mind if you cannot depict something that's right in front of you realistically.

im currently in this valley, as most artists are. in fact i dont think it's possible to make art "click" in your mind 100%, but it sure is fun to inch closer and closer!

below is a bunch of art in chronological order from april to now. you'll see that it's not really a straight road of getting better and better, but you'll see my lines slowly getting more confident and details becoming more clearly defined!

[of-many-fandomss]

Mob!AU with Pietro Maximoff x Stark!daughter reader? Either they’re from rival mafias or Pietro works for the Stark family, whatever you think works best. Maybe a Romeo & Juliet vibe where they see each in secret, but with a happier ending?

AHHH IM OBSESSED WITH THIS- THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

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“Guess who,” That infuriatingly flirtatious voice floated into your ear, the breath of its owner hot against the back of your neck.

“Stop,” You huffed, trying to push yourself out of the arm he had slid around your waist, not playing into his game. You ignored the butterflies that had erupted in your stomach and the fire that lingered wherever he touched, “We can’t do this right now.”

Pietro smirked down at you as you pivoted to look at him, an all too familiar glint of mischief lingering in his eyes, “I couldn’t think of a better place.” He tried to play it off innocently, but you knew better.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, desperately trying to convey that you were annoyed at being pulled into a random supply closet you had been walking past on your way to the kitchen. He didn’t need to know how the crammed conditions to him were making you feel.

“My dad will actually kill you, Maximoff.” You tsked, “We already know that he’s just looking for an excuse to do it.”

It was then his turn to roll his eyes, though there was a great playfulness about him as he did so, “Psh, we both know I’m his favorite employee.”

Employee was a loose term for deadly assassin.

And while Pietro might not be Tony’s favorite, he definitely was one of the biggest assets.

“No,” You poked his chest, the task itself not being difficult considering you had mere inches apart between you two already, “We both know that you enjoy pissing him off a little too much.”

“The don would’ve killed me long ago if that’s what he had wanted.” The man gently took your hand off his chest and held it in his own, squeezing it once.

You sighed irritably, eyes fluttering shut as you suddenly softened and spoke, “We can’t keep sneaking around like this, Piet.”

He smirked, leaning close and beginning to leave a trail of kisses along your exposed neck- you, unable to help yourself, sighing slightly and titling your head back as he did so.

“And why not?” He muttered against your skin, “It’s so much fun.”

Before he could get much further, you got ahold of yourself and mustered every bit of strength that you could to gently push him away.

His eyebrows furrowed momentarily as you gingerly took his face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes.

“I don’t want to keep sneaking around anymore.” You clarified in a whisper.

For once, the man was silent, his eyes searching yours for some unknown purpose.

After a few moments, he finally breathed out, “I don’t either.”

“Good.” You took his hands into yours, being the one to squeeze them this time, almost eagerly, “Then let’s not. I’m tired of acting as if I don’t know you whenever we’re in the same room as others.”

Pietro carefully detached one of his hands from yours and swept a stray piece of hair behind your ears, “Weren’t you just the one saying that your dad will kill me?”

“I won’t let him.” You promised earnestly.

He was silent for another moment before he leaned in and softly captured your lips against his, “Then let’s do it.” He breathed out when he pulled away, “No more hiding. No more lies.”

A genuine smile broke out onto your face, “I can’t wait.”

[fincalinde]

for your ask meme: wei wuxian?? 👀

Since I've got some new followers over the past couple of days (who knew what branching out from Xiyao would do for my reputation!), I'll once again add the disclaimer that I write MDZS meta and not CQL meta. I'm aware that in CQL, WWX is characterised somewhat differently. I have thoughts on that too, but I'm not immersed enough in CQL to commit to sharing them publicly.

Since WWX is the main character and appears in almost every scene, I won't attempt to write a thesis statement on him. (You cannot afford my hourly rate.) Instead I've decided to focus on an aspect of WWX that I feel is often overlooked or sanitised. That is to say:

WWX is extremely annoying.

He's not just irritating, or overly exuberant, or a touch too arrogant. He is infuriatingly obnoxious.

Obviously WWX is also brave and often well-meaning. He loves deeply, even if he consistently lets down the people who care about him. He's strong-willed enough to abide by his own sense of morality in the face of overwhelming disapproval and danger, and arrogant enough to make unilateral decisions when it would be better for all concerned if he took a step back. He's bad at big picture thinking and rarely considers the full ramifications of his actions, but he's also incredibly adept at getting out of scrapes, and he has an admirable if also somewhat depressing ability to shrug off pain and suffering that is the result of his difficult days on the streets and his mistreatment by YZY. 

And he's obnoxious.

I do think it often gets forgotten, because Wangxian is intended to be a love story and it's much more tempting to write sweeping romance and charming banter than hark back to all the canonical moments in which characters, including LWJ, genuinely want to throttle him to death.

He never shuts up! He's constantly laughing far too loudly and for too long. He's the sort of person who thinks it's funny to pull the rug out from under someone in a conversation so they end up discomfited and embarrassed. I fully understand that a large part of his hectoring LWJ is a precursor to his later romantic interest and is in line with his flirtation style, but the fact remains that he goads LWJ beyond the point of endurance on multiple occasions. LWJ just happens to be a weird dude who's really into it.

A good example of what I mean is when Wangxian encounter each other at Phoenix Mountain. WWX asks LWJ if he's ever kissed someone, then proceeds to speculate that LWJ has never been kissed and will never be kissed. LWJ doesn't seem to mind this at first, and only becomes angered when WWX lies about having been kissed before himself (oh LWJ), but it's important to remember that WWX has no idea that LWJ has any interest in him whatsoever. From WWX's perspective, he's just having fun belittling someone else over a topic that for most young people is a sensitive one. I don't want to oversell this moment and claim that it's bullying, actually, but I do want to use it to highlight that WWX is not always a considerate person and this type of behaviour is teeth-achingly thoughtless and cringeworthy.

I could go on, but if you pick any given scene including WWX you're likely to see dialogue in which he's being actively annoying to other characters, intentionally or otherwise. This isn't an attack on him, just an observation that in order to write him in a canon consistent manner he should be not just witty and chatty in a way where other characters simply roll their eyes and keep going. He should genuinely actually aggravate them and it should have consequences within the scene. Characters such as JC and WQ care about WWX but also find him infuriating, and that's with good reason—never mind the juniors, whom WWX takes pleasure in messing with. There are many characters who feel great respect and affection for WWX, and every single one of them also regularly feels deep frustration and irritation towards him too. There should be some meat on the bones of any back and forth between them.

[imaslutforwritingshit]

SCREAM FOR ME- A smut slow burn of Ghostface the killer.

PART ONE

This is my Wattpad story about Laura Watson being stalked by Ghostface. Go to my pfp to see characters+ more info about the story :>

Chapter One:

August 29th.

The beginning.

I yelped, and swung my hand up, arching my back with ecstasy.

Excitement rose in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes and rocked back, the moment filling me with satisfaction. "Yes, that's it! God, I'm so close-"

The buzzer on the video game trilled, and the two dreaded words flashed on my screen:

GAME OVER.

A shrill laugh came from the corner of my room, and I groaned, tossing my ps4 controller on the a plaid blanket.

Camille, my best friend, cackled, holding her stomach with her manicured nails. "You really thought-" she heaved for breath. "You thought you could beat my high score?"

I fished for a pillow on my bed, and hurled it in her face. The pillow bounced on the carpet in front of her, and she tossed it back, this time managing to hit my chest.

"See? Your aim is shit!" She rolled on the floor, tucking her knees in with laughter.

I stared at her blankly until her cackles died down.

Good. That shit was not funny. And I totally could have had beaten her high score.

The day felt crisp, clear. My life felt like a bite of an apple at a harvest, a bitterness staying on my tongue.

After exiting out of the infuriatingly difficult game, I stretched my legs. The auburn landscape outside warmed my heart. Fall was here.

I blinked out the twinge of stress from my mind, reminding myself why I had asked Camille to sleepover- so I could have some fun, instead of stressing over every test or exam known to man.

Leaves of violent red and cool orange danced on the old trees of my neighborhood.

The small slit of my open window blew in a warm breeze, which smelled of crisp cider and cold wind.

Though I know it's bad, I can't help but keep my window open as much as possible. Yeah, people can kidnap, or kill you with a rookie mistake, but I didn't expect anyone to have stalking eyes on me.

I shut my thick curtains, and clicked on a string of fairy lights surrounding my room.

With a goofy expression, Camille raised her eyes, twinkling with the light, and opened her mouth. "Wow. This is some Tumblr shit. We should make a hot chocolate or something. That would make us the ultimate "it" girls."

I snorted, and slid into the large comforter near my desk. Turning on a smaller light, I repositioned my calculus study guide, and clicked a pen open.

"You have fun with that, T. I'm procrastinating on studying for this test."

She giggled at the nickname. When I was in first grade, I began teasing Camille by calling her "Cami." She never liked the name, and I asked her to give me a reason why. If she did, I would stop calling her Cami.

Camille ended up reaching me during recess the next day, explaining that her dad called t-shirts "cami's," short for camisoles, and from that day on, I pestered her with the nickname "T-shirt." But saying T-shirt was a little too long, and we eventually came to the consensus that "T," was best.

Needless to say, she wasn't that fond of that one either. But with time comes acceptance, right?

Camille swung her body on my doorframe, clacking her long acrylics on the side. "I don't understand why you have the nerve to study on a Saturday."

I shrugged. "Always be prepared, I suppose."

She swung her body again, furrowing her brows. "Suppose? Nerd alert!" She pointed her index at me, the autumn colors of her nails shining in my peripheral.

I stifled a laugh. "Y'know, saying "nerd alert" is scientifically proven to be equally as cringy as saying suppose."

She tilted her head down, squeezing her lips together. When I processed the fact I just said "scientifically proven," I sighed. "Fine, you win."

She pranced out of my room quickly, her laughed echoing in my hallway.

I smiled at the sight. Me and Camille were practically living in opposite worlds. I spent my time volunteering for college hours, studying my ass off, and majority of Camille's time was spent on wardrobe changes and rolling joints. 

Despite our evident opposition, the changes in our personalities never stopped us from being friends.

And no matter what, I'm forever grateful I have a friend who told me how to smoke marijuana the right way- not a friend that could get better grades than me.

My eyes swirled over the swarm of calculus prep in my study book. I sighed, and slammed it closed again. Maybe Camille is right- I need a break.

I opened my laptop, and clicked on the familiar online chat site I spend most of my free time on.

Mi2.com blew up in 2013, and similar to apps like Instagram or YouTube, the platform still flourishes today. I have a theory that Mi2 is so popular because it never turned into an overpriced, ad-infected app, meaning every country or laptop device can access it.

A green star popped up on the side of my screen. I have multiple friends on Mi2, and each of my mutual's texts show up in green asterisks.

I could already tell who it was, and I grinned at the message.

✸ camillluvsdilfs278: get tfo this lame ass website lol

I rolled my eyes at the message. Camille was quite literally downstairs.

✸ angelaura999: y r u texting me ur literally downstairs + is the hot chocolate done

✸ camillluvsdilfs278: fatass the waters boiling

I snorted, twirling my feet under the desk as I responded.

✸ angelaura999: i thought u hated this website why dont you just text me lmao

✸ camilluvsdilfs278: cuz i knew ur degenerate ass would be on the computer already.

✸ angelaura999: hope the water burns u

✸ camilluvsdilfs278: :) <3

I chuckled, and as my finger hovered over the power off button, a red star dinged on the side of my computer.

Weird. I hardly ever got messages from people on the website that weren't my friends.

I clicked on the unknown user's text, and my throat dried. Fear sank into the bottom of my stomach.

‽ user182909493: I can't wait to taste you

I knit my eyebrows, disgust churning in the bottom of my stomach. I don't have my personal information, or even a profile picture on Mi2.

This was probably some jack-off trolling my page. I clicked on the user.

Joined 7 hours ago.

Maybe they got banned on previous accounts.

My mouse hovered on the red "BLOCK ACCOUNT," button, but before I could click go,

one more red asterisk popped up on the tab of my computer.

Curiosity pushed me to click on it.

A soft gasp slipped from my lips.

‽ user182909493: I can't wait to taste your blood

My fingers shook over the curser, but as my door creaked open, I slammed the laptop down with trembling hands.

Camille carefully walked into the room, holding a tray of hot chocolate and sugar cookies.

I grinned a little too wide. "Wow. What a culinary masterpiece."

She dropped her chin, an expression that reminded me that in her hand, she had the life of my cookies on the line.

I rubbed the emptiness of my stomach, and sighed in the scent of the warm sugar.

"Thank youuu." I dragged, grabbing a warm red cup, and placing it on my desk. My body was still pumping with fear, but I attempted to put it aside.

They can't hurt me. It's an online chat.

Camille nodded dismissively, and plopped on my bed, tapping her fingers on her stomach.

It didn't take a genius to find out that there was something on her mind.

I scooted my chair closer to the frame of my bed. "What is it, T?"

She looked up at my ceiling fan, and said nothing for longer than normal. I set my drink down.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm always gonna be alone. I know it sounds cliche, but we're seniors now. I've never got the high school sweetheart experience, you know?"

I nodded, staring out the window as sunset faded into a warm blue of the night. "I know what you mean." I bit my lip, forcing the words to come out, words that I hadn't even admitted to myself. "I sort of feel like I'm just watching time go by, faster and faster. It's hard to think their are good men out there anymore." The text message flashed in my mind as proof.

She nods, and stares at me with a sadness that hardly ever washes over her happy face. "At least I have you."

I jump up from my chair, and hurl my body to the blanket. "You'll have someone else soon, I promise. Some girl or guy will pick you up, and you'll find love better than the movies!" I made a big gesture with my hands to prove my point. "Also, I'm a pretty awesome friend to have."

She smiled mischievously, and looked down, picking at her nails. "Well, you are a little bit of a nerd. It's kinda off-putting."

A laugh escaped my mouth, and I hit her playfully. "You should be off pudding."

She sighed, and plopped back down. "Love Jennifer Lawrence."

I nodded, pursing my lips. "Love her."

I take a couple strands of her hair and idly braid the dark brown waves- a habit I picked up from the many nap-times we avoided during elementary.

"We'll find someone. Someone that won't suck."

She smiled warmly, and relaxed head on the bed again. "Yeah. At least somebody that won't murder girls or something."

I chuckled. "The bare minimum."

She snickered, and pulled my shirt towards her, forcing me to fall on the bed as well.

We watched the ceiling fan rotate over and over again, a peaceful silence hanging in the room.

I looked at her- her slightly upturned nose, dark skin, red hair. The way her brown eyes light up at the world as if everything were a gift.

She was forever a part of my heart- a sister from another life.

I grabbed her hand, and squeezed it tightly. She didn't look at me, but she smiled, bright teeth in an even brighter smile.

"I love you, T."

"I love you too, nerd."

I looked back up at the fan, the white noise of the blades filling the room.

And then the fear resurfaced, paralyzing my heart into glass.

"I can't wait to taste your blood."

Chapter Two

I tugged on the straps of my backpack, fastening them for the seventh time this morning.

Today was the fated day of school fall exams.

I chose to look perfect for the occasion. My hair was combed to curled ringlets, and my makeup coated my skin in a light, pretty way.

I chose a cream colored crop top, tight around my medium bust, and a black skirt, which had shorts and pockets in the interior.

I sort of looked like a whore.

A classy whore.

And that worked for me.

The morning sunlight was rising through the cracks of my blinds, and I opened the window wide to feel the fresh air. Large leaves were dropping like rain from the sky, and except for the warm sun behind the white clouds, the sky was a gloomy shade of darkening grey.

After opening my laptop for the fifth time this morning, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that Mi2 had updated their company logo- to fit a Halloween style.

I clicked through numerous online group chats I've accumulated throughout the years, laughing at a stupid meme my friend had sent me.

A sudden tingle of fear jolted me, when one of the group-chats had added a "user93827267," but I quickly realized it wasn't the same person from last night.

The moment Camille had left my house, I had opened the laptop, and blocked the unknown user.

I had no idea why people wrote such vulgar things for the search of fear. It's disgusting. And what's worse, there are people out there that would actually be sexually attracted to the idea of blood. I shuddered, stretching my fingers and moving my curser to the X on the top of the screen.

And then, like a nightmare of yesterday, deja vu washed over me, as a red asterisk popped up in my inbox.

Ice-cold anxiety sunk into my nerves.

There's no way it's that creep again, right? I had blocked their account, and gone to the extent of reporting them too.

You can do this. Stop acting pathetic.

It's just a random person.

I clicked on the red star.

‽ user373737373737: are you trying to run from me?

My heart stung, and I gasped sour air, pushing the chair from my laptop.

The user made another account.

To torment me.

I clicked on the anonymous profile again, my teeth clenched together.

"Joined 36 minutes ago."

Will this creep keep making accounts, each one with more vile threats? Would I never be able to stop this?

Unless... I put an end to it myself.

My auburn nails clacked on the keyboard- a slow, cautious message.

✸ angelaura999: please don't contact this profile anymore.

The moment I clicked send, the unknown user began typing. I sucked in a breath. And too fast, the familiar ding showed on my screen.

‽ user373737373737: you scared of me?

I hesitated, the ball of nerves in my stomach unraveling at the words.

✸ angelaura999: i don't know you, and you don't know me. that's it.

I folded my arms to stop the shaking of my body, and concentrated on the three moving dots near the user's name.

‽ user373737373737: and what makes you think I don't know you, Laura?

Amusement hit me for a second, urging me to play along with his horrible, sexual game. But using the faint rationality inside my brain, I decided against it.

✸ angelaura999: because you're probably an old freak on the other side of the world trying to get a rise out of me. And it won't happen. So stop contacting me, please and thank you.

The words "typing," slowly tapped on the screen in painful build up. I drummed my fingers on my arm, waiting impatiently for the reply.

‽ user373737373737: Laura Watson. The good girl of Elk River, right? You probably get off to the thought of being better than everyone else...Having a grade point average higher than your druggie friend. And trust me, I know you, little dove. And you know me. I think about that tight body of yours all the time. And the tiny skirts you wear drive me crazy, the way they ride up those pretty thighs. You're probably wearing one right now, aren't you?

‽ user373737373737: slut.

A sound that was a mixture of a whimper and scream came from my scratchy throat. My fingers were trembling so much, it took me more than a couple seconds to move the cursor to the BLOCK button.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

They know my school.

They know me.

Someone is stalking me.

And I have no fucking idea why, or who, or even where, they are.

And my heart is beating now, a rapid pump of blood threatening to make me dizzy.

But it isn't beating from fear anymore.

A deep, dark exhilaration is sinking into my core.

I have a stalker.

I’ll post more soon, and feedback or requests are welcome <3



[igotsnothing]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore 💜

Thank you for this fun ask, Lana! I love all my pixel people, but let's go with...

Sasha Velky

He is stubborn. Infuriatingly so.

He barely finished high school. He values culture and knowledge, though. He is curious and interested in things, but he just doesn't know how to study, how to go about learning. He struggled a lot in school- it wasn't the greatest environment for him and he had 0 support at home.

He has been friends with Hector since he was little. Whenever things got rough at home with his dad - and they often did- Sasha could cool off at Hector's house.

He prefers to be trounced to the ground than run away from a fight. He figured out young that standing up to bullies was better than giving them any satisfaction. He got beat up a lot. He still isn't great in a brawl. But he will not back down.

He's never been in a serious relationship. He's hooked up plenty, but his flings and affairs fizzle out quickly because: A. He's difficult B. He's evasive and elusive C. He's guarded. He comes across as non committal but the truth is that he does not know how to do emotional intimacy. His home life was a disaster: his mom passed away when he was small, his dad was strict and violent, and he internalized a lot of negative thinking as a kid. He equates emotional intimacy with vulnerability and vulnerability with weakness... and he cannot be seen as weak.

Gideon has his own quirks and hang-ups. They make an interesting pair...

[wri0thesley]

Thinking bout genshin men tied up. I feel like the most difficult would be Childe, Itto, Wriothesley: because they’d constantly break the restraints at the first sign of teasing.

The ones who’d be the most nervous is probably Thoma, Kaveh, Diluc, Neuvillete who’s probably confused by why this was all needed.

The ones most into it and perhaps even encouraging of it is Dottore, Kaeya, Baizhu, Pantalone maybe and Ayato who will probably punish you afterwards for making him wait too long

And then there’s Captiano who probably could easily break any restraint no matter the material so its really hard to actually do so. You basically just have to settle for triple handcuffing him but even that will break eventually

ah, to tie up a genshin man . . .

itto and childe are definitely the 'too enthusiastic' kind - i actually think wriothesley would be good at keeping calm, only he'd have an infuriatingly patient smile on his face because he KNOWS he's strong enough to break it and he's just letting you have a little fun until he takes back control as administrator, and probably punishes you a little for thinking you could possibly match his strength....

diluc definitely accidentally burns or breaks the ropes. he TRIES very hard to be good for you but the touchstarved nature comes out and you kiss him and he can't kiss you back and Oops All Charred!!!

i do think ayato prefers to do the tying himself; same with pantalone . . . but they'd look VERY pretty all roped up, so--

[zarvasace]

VAMPIRES

Red’s explanation is here

I did a cursory job of making the Four Swords boys in VtM5. Had fun with it. :)

I enjoy the base d10 pool system of this game, and I think there are some clever mechanics in both this and earlier versions, but the book is NOT easy to use. (Not to mention the trove is dead...) :P overexplanations below the cut!

Blue

He's a bit different from Red—

- his clan is Brujah, so essentially "the angry punchy ones with social justice ideals or something"

- finds blood by directly mugging people on the street

- good at punching

- vampire powers include seeing in the dark/glowy eyes (he stole this power), being very strong, and scaring people

- he has criminal contacts, crashes at Red's house, has some responsibilities in vampire society, and has a rather high-status vampire mentor (some like, guard captain equivalent I guess)

- he also has some vampire hunter mortal enemy and won't feed from anyone that looks like they're under like 20 years old

- I gave him a main belief of "protect all children" and named some random kid who's meant to be an Erune parallel or something like that

- he wants to kill Vaati! Surprise!

- he also wants to get R/G/V/S up to competency with a melee weapon or two

Vio

Details:

- oldest so far, born 1911 and died 1931 (I'm assuming American so Great Depression era). That puts him at 11th generation vs Red and Blue's 13th, which means he's slightly more powerful

- clan is Tremere, the sorcerers and scholars

- works at a museum repairing old books, knows a LOT about medieval occultism, and finds his blood among museum staff and visitors

- smart, bad at punching or literally anything physical. He can drive though. And good at noticing things.

- vampire powers include seeing in the dark, erasing a few minutes of a human's memory, making his own blood acidic, making another vampire hungrier, and briefly making himself more powerful

- he also has a few rituals: one to walk on walls, one to learn about someone if he has a cup of their blood, one to find someone he knows, and one to know if someone is telling the truth or not

- he knows French and Japanese, is mildly famous among museum folk, can find some good money, and can sniff out good blood.

- but a group of other historians really don't like him because of some paper he published. He gets hurt if he touches silver or garlic. He won't drink from students. Other vampires in their secret society are somewhat suspicious of him due to past activity.

- Red's house? You mean Vio's office

- he has two main beliefs to tether him to humanity: (1) be independent (2) encourage people to learn

- he also wants to kill Vaati. For science. Also he wants to learn more magic.

Green

Details:

- rather young, about Red's true age, but of a slightly higher generation

- clan is Ventrue, the leaders and rich people

- he's masquerading (well, he has a good false identity) as his own son, which lets him keep using his influence. He lives with the others because this is a Story but he is very popular among the rich kids at the exclusive university nearby, which is where he gets his blood

- He's pretty smart, but focuses on manipulation and pulling social strings. something something investments and trusts

- Despite all that, he doesn't particularly *like* the rich culture. He's here because he feels like it's more moral to feed from those uber-rich than anyone else. In fact, his preferred victims are the young rich, and feeding from anyone else is difficult for Reasons

- His special powers include Magic Suggestion, Magic Resistance to Persuasion, Magical Toughness, and Magical Intimidation

- Oh and also Magic Shouting Voice

- He's rich too. Or at least can get to a lot of money.

- There are a couple vampire hunters after him though

Shadow

Details:

- A couple years older than Vio, they died about the same time, to different causes but they did very much know each other back in like 1920 (I'm imagining an infuriatingly slow burn romance)

- Since I don't have a book with the Lasombra shadowy clan in it, I chose Nosferatu for Shadow. They can't hide among humans because they very obviously look like vampires (the lore talks about them looking very ugly and then describes some real disabilities which is *ugh* but I bet I could come up with something better. like dark tendrils or metallic skin.) The Nosferatu are interesting because they're kind of considered one of the most internally human of the clans, which I thought was a cool nod to Shadow's belated and cracked moral compass

- He's pretty smart and good at technology, and also art. I imagine he makes some money doing like digital art or something. he has a hobby, which is more than some of these guys can say

- He actually exclusively drinks blood from animals, and not humans at all. One of his magic powers allows him to do it more easily, and he takes some penalties if he tries to drink from a human.

- His special powers involve turning invisible in darkness, turning an animal into a familiar, summoning small animals and talking to them, and being stupid strong

- His humanity connections involve valuing human life and art

- He has a fantastic setup in Red's basement, computers and security and all, and probably never goes outside

- He speaks French like Vio does. it's their thing I guess.

- He has a dark secret, idk what it is yet. It's easy to bond him to another vampire's will. Vampire society is wary of him. He has an enemy of some kind. this boy is just loaded up with flaws, man.

[deancaspinefest]

carving deep blue ripples

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden | Artist: kingdumbass Posting on Monday March 20

With his little brother at Stanford and his father searching out leads, Dean Winchester is left to hunt alone. It's fun, except in the ways that it really blows. Things start to turn around when he meets Castiel Novak, another hunter. Castiel is aloof and maybe a little too sarcastic, but he's good backup (and pretty easy on the eyes. Not that Dean's looking or anything). After a few hunts, Dean is willing to make his and Castiel's partnership permanent (and he's not exactly averse to adding another component to their partnership either. After all, he's caught Castiel looking at him just as many times as Castiel's caught him looking). But Castiel is hiding a secret, and it's so explosive that it threatens to not only tear them apart, but also tear apart everything Dean believes in. 

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Yeah, well…” Dean looks around at the carnage. When Castiel turns to follow his gaze, bits of dried blood flake away from his skin. “Nice work,” Dean finally says. Resentment clings so heavily to his voice that it sounds like it physically pains him to give the compliment. “I would��ve been toast if you hadn’t come along.” His assessment of the situation is correct, but Castiel feigns modesty. “I just helped.” Dean’s narrowed eyes scream suspicion, but, apart from avoiding hubris, Castiel doesn’t want to call too much attention to himself. He doesn’t want Dean wondering just how he was able to so easily take out an entire nest of vampires. That would lead to several awkward questions and Castiel having to make several difficult decisions that he would rather avoid. “I’m Dean Winchester,” Dean finally says, after a short pause. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for Castiel’s response. Castiel casts through his mind, now gone infuriatingly blank. Humans have surnames; why can’t he think of any of them? Thousands of names run through Castiel’s mind (Smith? Is anyone unironically named Smith in this century?), but he finally lands on the name of a man he met several years ago. Shy, mid-western boy looking to break out of his shell. In a twist of coincidence, his physical appearance was fairly close to Castiel’s, which convinces him. “Castiel Novak,” he says. The name almost feels right. “Well,” Dean says, tucking his hands in his pockets and looking around the warehouse, “what should we do about this?” Castiel looks at Dean, one eyebrow creeping up his forehead. Is Dean actually asking his opinion? It’s then that Castiel realizes what Dean wants. He feels stupid that he didn’t before. The clothes should have been a dead giveaway. Dean and Castiel are dressed almost identically. Castiel's leather jacket is the only real difference between them. And Castiel would have to be blind to miss the light in Dean’s eyes when he saw the machete in Castiel’s hand. The full width and breadth of Dean’s desires might be a mystery, but Castiel knows at least one thing Dean wants. He wants a partner.

 [continue reading on Ao3 on Monday March 20]

[rhyssands]

june 10 - an object in motion...

prompt: skating rating: g wordcount: 482 characters: W. D. Gaster, Papyrus warnings: none! prompt from this post, read it on ao3 here

——

The boy has acquired a pair of roller skates.

Gaster blinks slowly at the sight before him, stalled in the doorway to his boys' room like the metaphorical deer in the headlights.

Sans, the elder at fourteen years old, is sitting on his bed, hugging his knees and watching with the same sort of bemusement Gaster himself is likely showing. His left eyelight is bright and flickering, left hand lifted and fingers splayed.

Papyrus, the younger at only nine years old, is in the middle of the room, arms thrown out for balance. His soul has been turned blue, anchoring him in place as he tries to get his feet under him. And on his feet are a pair of roller skates that Gaster has never seen before in his life.

When he processes the scene, it only takes Gaster seconds to understand the sequences of events that must have played out to reach this conclusion.

Papyrus, having somehow acquired skates, had put them on to try them out. He managed to get to his feet, possibly with difficulty, and then nearly slipped and fell. Dutiful older brother he is, Sans had caught him before he could drop.

"Hey G." Sans says, painfully and infuriatingly casual as always. He slowly releases Papyrus' soul as Gaster watches, but doesn't lower his hand yet, prepared to catch him again, "Lookit what we found in the dump."

"These are very difficult to maneuver in!" Papyrus announces, staring down at his feet as he shifts experimentally, "But I, the Great Papyrus, will prevail!"

Since he isn't looking at him, Gaster doesn't bother saying anything to Papyrus. Instead, he turns his attention on Sans, who at the very least has the grace to glance his way to see if he's got something to say. To him, Gaster only signs, "Why?"

Sans chuffs a laugh, looking back to Papyrus with his unnaturally sharp and perceptive eyelights. "Thought it would be fun, and they're too small for me."

Of course.

Gaster shakes his head, stepping further into the room and moving to brace a hand between Papyrus' shoulders. The boy grins briefly up at him before returning his attention to his feet. Sans doesn't move other than to slowly lower his hand.

Now that Gaster is here, he won't feel the need to be on such high alert.

Gaster has never used roller skates before, nor does he intend to start anytime soon. Still, he knows the basic mechanics of using them. It's with that in mind that he slips his hands under Papyrus' armpits and, with a construct, signs to him.

"Follow my lead."

Dutifully, Papyrus follows his lead. When Gaster pulls him backwards, he goes, although he stiffens in his hold and doesn't move his legs. Gaster can't help clicking his tongue.

This will take a bit of time to teach.

Oh, well.

He wasn't busy, anyhow.

[the--highlanders]

for the asks - 3, 16, & 19 (knowing how much you'd enjoy interviewing jamie but assuming that one means you can only ask one character one question from the whole dw universe)

3. Which Doctor do you think should had more seasons?

my kingdom for another twelve and bill series.......................

nine's series is such a perfect little snapshot to me but also I enjoy nine jack and rose so much that it breaks my heart we only really get one slice of life-y episode with them :(( boom town my beloved

gonna be real I WOULD also like to see more of fourteen. but not in the sense of an actual doctor who series, just like. a sitcom-y spinoff of him learning to live like a human. I'm definitely guilty of 'will watch david tennant do nearly anything in dr who' but can you honestly tell me it wouldn't be comedy gold

16. How would you design the TARDIS control room?

hmmm I feel like I slightly touched on this in the other control room question but I WOULD like to see another more whimsical control room.............. bookshelves are always fun. I love that alternate version of twelve's control room with the candles. I like the view of space you get in eight's, and all the hanging wire's in eleven's, so you feel like this is a space where the doctor really does hang out and mess around with the ship. but on the flip side more organic materials are fun!! like a blend of making the tardis feel like a machine and making her feel like something that really has been grown.

round things are a must also. in some form.

19. You have one question. Who gets it?

OUGHFDKJ you know this still has to go to jamie. like, I'd have to spend ages formulating the perfect question to ask, but I couldn't possibly pass up the chance.

probably something about like, spiritual/folklore beliefs in the highlands in the 18th century. it's so infuriatingly difficult to track down information that's legit and hasn't been twisted by nineteenth century folklorists/oral history collectors

doctor who ask game!!

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 24 - orgasm control

nct 1.2k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Jung Jaehyun NSFW

🖤 warnings: teasing teasing teasing, situationally strange banter, a slowwwww handjob, using a man’s very competitive nature against him for sexy purposes 🖤

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Like most things, this gets much more interesting as soon as you frame it to him as a competition.

He's unstoppable when he has the opportunity to win. What winning means, in this scenario, is kind of unclear, but that doesn't seem to be holding Jaehyun back.

"Okay?" you check in.

"Fine."

A little heated, maybe, but he sounds fine.

One of the best things about Jaehyun is his low-maintenance personality. He's the kind of guy that goes where you ask, gives his opinions freely, and in more intimate matters, does whatever sounds the most fun in the moment. No stress. No worries about roles or strengths or his masculinity or other buzzkill things like that.

Which is why you figured he'd be down to give this a try. You just want to see how far he can take his cool and casual exterior.

The only rule, as you'd told him right up front, to an unimpressed dimpled half-grin, is that he only cums when you let him.

He'd said it was no problem, that he could handle himself. That maybe he'd even be able to convince you to go easier on him than intended with his adorable face and winning persuasion skills.

Doesn't seem like that's gonna happen.

"How long..." Jaehyun trails.

"Dunno."

You've got him on his back, on the laminate floor, in the sunlit and wide-open living room of your apartment. This wasn't exactly a planned dalliance, so you have to make do. Sometimes just watching a movie next to someone as infuriatingly hot as Jaehyun makes your mind wander, it's not your fault.

"You're - ah - you're going to want to get off, too, you know," Jaehyun says.

You shake your head. "I'm good."

"Come on, you don't even want me to-"

"Nope."

"But that thing I can do with my-"

"Baby, you know full well that I don't need to do anything but this to have fun."

Negotiation tactic number 17, failed.

He really is so pretty, though. Pretty enough that you can forgive any and all mental warfare.

Nude and shameless, lean masculine body lines sprawled on your floor, head tipped back and jaw working as he tries to control whatever struggle is playing out inside. His cock, as pretty as the rest of him, standing tall, so hard that you're sure he's having a difficult time, poor baby.

You've been jerking him off with alternating lubed-up hands as consistently and agonizingly as you can manage, slow and in control, for maybe fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty. It's not like you're keeping track, but he very well might be.

"If this is too much, we can change up the game," you offer.

"I don't think anything you come with is gonna be easier."

"You're right," you say, sweet as pie.

Even so, he grins, lazy. "Lay it on me."

"Since you're obviously not a fan of not being allowed to cum, we could see how many times you can cum in a row, instead."

It's the same game, if you're being honest. You, with free rein to do whatever you want, to make him feel whatever you think he deserves to feel, and him trusting you to make the end result worth it. Just a different process. He's not taking back any control, and he knows it.

That's what makes it so fun.

"You know, that second choice doesn't sound any better," says Jaehyun.

"Those are your choices."

Even strung out, many steps into this game, Jaehyun's dry humor is on top form. "I wanna talk to whoever's making up these games. It's bullshit."

"Already on the line, pal. And that's all you're getting."

"Then I'm going higher up the ladder. Can I speak to the manager?"

"Oooh, speaking."

"Damn."

He's talking to distract himself, and you shouldn't be letting him. It's like cheating, basically.

"Are you close?" you ask.

"I've been close."

"You know you can't-"

"I won't," he insists.

He can't, if he wants to win, and Jaehyun likes nothing better than winning.

"Think about it," you say, increasing your pace infinitesimally, making sure to catch him with a good twist on the upstroke, the way he likes. "You can pick all or nothing, remember."

"Such great - shit - choices."

"I try to be fair, that way."

"How long has it been?" he asks, and it's strangled in a way that makes you proud.

He hasn't been keeping track, then. Huh.

"Maybe like twenty-five minutes?"

"I've lasted half an hour? That has to count for something," he whines.

You shrug as best you can without breaking pace. "The deal is that you don't cum until I decide you can. Endurance by the numbers means nothing."

"Goddamnit, cut me a break!"

Oh, he's getting touchy. His temper flaring, breaking through that perfectly patient and chill exterior, is such a lovely sign that you're fraying his nerves, pushing all the right buttons.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" you ask.

"Of course I do!"

"Do you want to admit you can't hang, and for me to let you cum?" you rephrase, smirking.

The look he gives you is a veneer of annoyance over the best kind of desperation. You know how badly he wants to win. That makes it all so much sweeter.

"You've done a good job," you placate, "Nothing wrong with admitting that I'm too good at this, that you just couldn't do it."

"I can do it."

His voice is so thin, frayed by your carefully relentless onslaught of pleasure. You're telling the truth, of course; he's done a great job.

"If you want to cum, you just have to say that you lost."

It's not an offer he's going to take easily, but it's what you're going to give.

Jaehyun pries open his eyes to fix you with a helpless stare. He hates losing. He hates saying it.

That's the point.

"Any time now," you say.

Just to be awful, you circle your palm over his swollen head, earning a choked-out groan in his deepest voice. You don’t expect that to be the kind of thing that would break him, but his hips jump, his abs tense.

"You win, you win!" he says, nearly babbles. "Jesus, fuck, you win, okay, I want to cum, I want-"

"That's not what I said," you grin.

"I can't-"

"Oh, you absolutely can. Just tell me that you lost."

He doesn't say it. You slow down, just enough so that he'll notice, just enough to let his incoming high wane, to warn him that you mean business with this one.

And finally, desperation wins.

"I lose."

Jaehyun is pretty quiet when he cums, and this time is no exception.

He looks a little different, though. Cheeks tinged a darker pink than usual, the color creeping up his ears, as if he's embarrassed by the way this has gone. It's cute, in a way, sweet, that he was taking it all so seriously.

It's just a game, after all.  

Once the haze of his orgasm has cleared, as you're wiping his cum off your hand onto his t-shirt - he's gonna get mad about that later - Jaehyun is already looking at you, jaw set and eyes firm.

"Let's go again. And this time, I'm gonna win."

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

hii, can you please do a liv mckenzie x fem!reader headcanon? like, an enemies to lovers where liv doesn’t like reader at first, then slowly falls for her. thank you sm <33

thank you for the request, writing for liv is so fun <3 hopefully this is what you wanted!!

ENEMIES TO LOVERS HCS || LIV MCKENZIE X READER 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: swearing, fem!reader, mentions of reader wearing makeup, a little bit of chad bashing but it’s just for story purposes… I love him i promise <3 I’ve never done enemies to lovers before so sorry if anything feels off or rushed

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- the funny thing is, nobody even really remembers why you and liv are seemingly incapable of getting along together.

- all anybody knows is that innocent conversations within the group slowly divulge into petty arguments between you and liv, snarky comments exchanged constantly.

- for example, one time, a conversation about where everybody wanted to eat quickly turned into a utterly unrelated spat.

- “liv, did you even listen to a fucking word I said just then?”

- “no, because every word you say is stupid!”

- “wow, harsh. how long did it take you to come up with that one, hannah montana?”

- “you know, I’m not stupid. maybe if you got off of your high horse and stopped judging me for once-

- “why should I, when you make it so easy! besides, if you want to talk about judgemental…”

- chad and wes think the two of you’ll work it out eventually, tara doesn’t understand why you can’t just be real friends, amber thinks the bickering is completely entertaining (and instigates most of the time) and mindy thinks you both just need to make up (and make out).

- from why you can tell, liv thinks you’re a prissy, pretentious know-it-all.

- and from what liv can tell, you take her for a shallow party girl with more mini-skirts than brain cells.

- you both try your hardest to avoid each other, but seeing as she was dating chad and tara had been your best friend since you’d moved to woodsboro, so were forced to run in the same circle - because why should one of you have to make new friends just to avoid her?

- but it seems the universe just seems to hate the two of you - because you were forced together constantly.

- you have to sit next to eachother in chemistry and art, and you both live practically right next next door to each other- meaning you walked the same route and, when wes would offer to give you all a ride home, you’d be huddled in the back seat with liv whilst everybody else got dropped off first.

- and you mean huddled; you’d be so close that your legs were touching and you could smell her perfume (it was infuriatingly perfect and reminded you of strawberries and summer and warmth - not that you’d ever tell liv that, though).

- when she’s feeling particularly annoying, liv has a habit of flashing you her most shit eating grin - mostly because she knows it irritates the living hell out of you.

- seriously, most of the time, you want nothing more than to wipe it straight off of her face.

- “liv, I swear, if you don’t stop that right now…”

- “what are you gonna do about it, huh? we both know you’re not gonna stop me- that would require little miss princess to lift a perfect finger!”

- but fine, whatever. she could be as immature as she wanted - you weren’t going to rise to her bait - except from all the times you did, obviously. you regarded yourself as being better than that.

- arguing over partner work in class, and making sure liv knew when you’d scored higher than her in a test.

- really, it was just all pettinesses - but in your defence, it was always liv that started it (at least, you think it is - nowadays, it’s rather difficult to keep track).

- one friday night, when the rest of your family was out of town, you’d thought you’d invite a few people over.

- though, of course, when chad and mindy were involved, a few people turned into practically half of the school.

- seriously, your house was filled to the brim with people you didn’t even recognise - which meant you inevitably bumped into someone and, just your luck, spilt the entire contents of your drinks down the front of your shirt.

- and aw, damn it, you’d liked that shirt. so you were forced to go upstairs in an attempt to find something else to put on - except, when you open your bedroom door, the last person you expect to see is liv mckenzie.

- a crying liv mckenzie, nonetheless, sitting on your bed as mascara runs down her pretty face. and as bad as it sounds, a part of you is tempted to pretend you saw nothing and creep back down to the party, stained shirt and all.

- the thing is though, deep down, you know that it wouldn’t be right - no matter how much you and liv tended to disagree.

- you uncomfortably shuffle beside her as she looks up from her spot on your floor, all teary eyed.

- “shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude in your room. I can go-“

- liv apologising to you is never a good sign, so you catch her arm and slowly urge her to sit back down, imploring what’s wrong.

- “it’s chad! he fucking dumped me- he says there’s somebody else! you know what, I bet it’s tara- I’ve seen the way the look at each other! god, how could I be so stupid?”

- and, oh. you though chad and tara were a little touchy-feely, but you’d never suspected it was like that. and you’d definitely thought chad had more decorum that to dump liv at a party for one of her best friends. god, what a moron.

- you tell liv exactly that - albeit a little awkwardly - and she gives you a smile at that. a real smile.

- “you really think he’s a moron?”

- “yeah. moron, asshole, whatever you want to call him- that was totally shitty of him! and you deserve better than that - better than him.”

- so you change your shirt and sheepishly, you offer to help liv fix hey ruined makeup. and when your fingers brush against her skin as you apply a fresh layer of concealer to her face, you definitely don’t feel jolts of electricity run down your spine. you don’t.

- but you do go to bed that night, after everybody else has finally left, replaying that rare, real smile on a loop in your mind. and you try not to think about what that means.

- and after that night, you make more of an effort. you really, honestly do.

- because when you aren’t too wrapped up in yourself to notice, you realise that liv doesn’t exactly have it easy within the group, what with mindy and amber’s apparent dislike for her as well as your own.

- and sure, she was irritating at times, but that didn’t mean everybody had to call her out on it, right?

- you don’t magically get along immediately - how could you, after months of pointless arguments? - but you seemed to have forged a civil, unspoken agreement; you were the only ones who could insult each other now.

- and even then, insult was too harsh of a word - the jabs became more light hearted, and you slowly found yourself often laughing in retort instead of being on the immediate defensive.

- as much as it pained you to admit it, you start to find yourself often having actual, genuine fun with liv.

- which somehow, happens to lead to the pair of you spending more one-on-one time.

- and before you know it, you’re suddenly going to the mall together, picking out clothes for yourself and each other.

- you find yourself visiting to a lot of museums too, because as it turns out, liv has a total interest in all types of art - and god, who would’ve expected that? maybe you, if you’d actually taken a chance to get to know her when you first met her.

- you start to notice a lot of things about her that you never had in the past: the way she pouted when she was confused, the way she fiddled with her jewellery when she was nervous, and the way most of her necklaces were completely handmade.

- the more you found out about her, the more you wanted to know.

- the first confession between the two of you comes when you were hanging out in a cafe near your houses.

- “you know, I never really hated you,” liv randomly says into the quiet as you take a long sip of your milkshake. “I thought you were annoying as hell, but I never hated you. we just irritated each other- that’s the way it always was with us.”

- you take a second before you speak yourself. “you know, I don’t think I ever really hated you either. hell, I can’t even remember why I was supposed to dislike you in the first place.”

- the realisation is so stupid that you can’t help but laugh, and suddenly, everybody else in the place is staring at the two of you as you giggle over the ridiculous nature of it all.

- by then, the two of you are inseparable. liv even seems to be getting over chad, and she doesn’t even flinch when she sees him and tara holding hands.

- you know the two of you have really bonded when amber comments on your newly discovered friendship, saying how weirdly quiet it is without the bickering and that she wishes you’d hate each other again.

- you both pointedly ignore that comment - well, liv does give her the finger, but that’s neither here nor there :)

- the real confession - rather ironically - comes in the place where you realised that liv mckenzie wasn’t as bad as you’d thought she was; your bedroom. you’re both sprawled out on the bed, legs messily intertwined, as liv flicks through some shitty magazine and declares that she’s found a makeup look that she wants to try out on you.

- “come on, it’ll be funnn!” she promises, and she looks so adorably desperate that you can’t help but give in to her.

- and before long, you find yourself fully vertical on the bed, with liv somehow ending up practically straddling you as she paints your eyes and lips a bright pink .

- “stop moving,” - she warns, so close that you’re breathing in that perfume or hers again. you take a breath, and if fills your lungs once more. “seriously!” she says as you stir, dragging a thumb slowly across the bottom of your lip. “see, you’re smudging it!”

- you don’t care about that, though. it doesn’t even cross your mind. no, instead you’re too focused on how you can see the brilliant blue of liv’s eyes perfectly from this angle, how her pretty pink hair tickles your throat as it spills over her shoulders. how soft her lips look from down here.

- you’ve barely even registered what you’re doing before you’re suddenly leaning up, your lips pressed against hers in an instant. you know she’s not expecting it, what with the way her body tenses up and she all but drops the brush in her hand.

- and no. you’ve gone and ruined it all, you’ve kissed liv and why would you do that because she’s never going to talk to you again and you didn’t even know you liked her like that and-

- and she’s kissing you back, and it’s absolutely perfect. it’s everything you’d never known you were missing in life, and you can’t help but wonder that if you hadn’t wasted all that time arguing, you could e been doing a hell of a lot more of this a damn lot sooner.

- but you just promise yourself you’ll have to make up for all of that wasted time <3

- when you walk into school the next day, hands interlocked, amber nearly throws up, tara gives you a cautious thumbs up, and mindy - well, mindy said it was just a matter of time, and declared that wes owes her 15 bucks.

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(had to insert THE iconic wlw reference pic I was thinking of when I wrote this)