#legitimately fucking cackling

[frnkiebby]

LEMME GUESS THAT SLUT @mikeyswayy SNITCHED AGAIN??? DONT LISTEN TO HER ISTG IT'S LIEZ I WOULD NEVERRR🙏🙏

oh absolutely.

this is the best sunday ever.

which is simultaneously the worst BECAUSE I HAVE FINAL PRESENTATIONS TO WORK ON

please don’t stop i don’t want to do them

[buttered-toasty]

The Jerming

[purgatory-of-assbutts]

can’t believe they gave us the steard in the very first scene

[jackals-ships]

going back thru my priest au tag also reminded me that. i made a lil numinex in picrew. w one eye bc i was playing off Olaf one eye. and at the time of me making their humansonas smaller forms i had FORGOTTEN there's a part in the bards college quest where you do the whole book thing

and one option is "Olaf was actually a dragon bc that's a thing that he could do" AND,

[lakesbian]

underrated funniest part of worm is brian being a 17yo with every problem furiously trying to LARP as, like, a normal 45yo with a job. he's Seven Teen and he owns a fucking Apartment and he straightfacedly goes up to foster care workers and goes "yeah this is my apartment. my very serious adult man apartment that i bought and paid for with my very legitimate money which was earned through a regular corporate job (where my supervisor will provide me a glowing recommendation) and not through any sort of crime. yeah i even bought generic abstract art to decorate with. i even assembled ikea furniture. it's great right. please let me adopt my sister i'm so fucking normal i'm basically 50" and then he goes off to do his actual job (crime) (robbing banks) (17yo) (punching 12yos in the face) (nearly getting ran over by jeeps driven by bomb-wielding maniacs) and he's so fucking serious about that too. he says "she's wanted for serial murder. it's inconvenient :/" in the same tone as a guy complaining about their coworker using up all the printer paper without replacing it. brian laborn world's first 17yo boomer. every day he wakes up, grips the sink, looks at himself in the mirror, and goes "brian laborn you are a professional businessman adult man guy and you can do this" and then he steps outside and alec immediately makes him trip and land with his face in a banana cream pie while aisha starts blowing airhorns and cackling at him and there's nothing he can do about it because this happens to him every day and it will continue until he dies. his grave will say "responsible taxpayer" on it.

[gffa]

You know what?  I had a good time with the Mando s3 premiere!  It legitimately was a lot of fun to watch and I found I couldn’t wait to get on-line and make shitposts about it, which is the truest sign of my affection for something.

How could I hate that they chose the objectively funniest route for explaining Grogu’s return happening in a completely separate series:  DON’T EXPLAIN SHIT.  THROW YOUR AUDIENCE IN THE DEEP END OF THE POOL.  SINK OR SWIM, ASSHOLES.

There were purrgils!  We all know we’re never getting a proper Rebels sequel, but I will take the small crumb of seeing my beloved space whales.

Greef Karga’s fashion game is ON POINT, that man was looking absolutely fucking fine, finally we have a worthy cape successor to Lando Calrissian.  The man brought along two droids to keep the hem of his cape off the floor, for fuck’s sake.  #ICONIC

KALEVALA IN LIVE ACTION!?!?  GASP.

Bo-Katan’s wig is a THOUSAND PERCENT BETTER this season, like where the fuck was this previously, this looks so much more like her!

Speaking of my beloved hot mess of a wife who is also a bitch:  I am THRIVING with how angry and messy she is, lounging around on her family’s throne in the castle on Kalevala like she doesn’t care, when she is burning with how much she cares.  Everyone has abandoned Mandalore, she feels utterly defeated, and she is so angry but so broken about it.  Girl, I am making you some soup right this minute, even though I know you’re just going to throw it at the wall in a fit of anger.  Love you, gorgeous.

GROGU DOING THE SPINNY THING AND LAUGHING, SPEED DEMON BABY IS BACK

I thought I was going to hate the Anzellans being put in this, but the MINUTE they started talking and going “Bad baby.” I was irl cackling, PUT THOSE GUYS IN EVERYTHING, THEY ARE HILARIOUS.

Grogu trying to squeeze one of the Anzellans because he wanted a pet was TOP TIER COMEDY.

And on the opposite end of the emotional scale, jesus FUCK IG-11′s torso crawling across the floor to try to kill a baby, practically fucking skittering at warp speed, was TERRIFYING.

I had a good time!  I have affection for everyone in this bar!  That’s all I’m gonna ask of this show.

[demonbanger]

𝔇𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℑ’𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 |

ft. sex demon ! 𝗘𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗗 | 🌶 🔞 MDI

“𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.” — E. Kid, to you

synopsis: on a lonely night you decide to get a bit buzzed and think, fuck it, why not try to summon a sex demon? Turns out to be either the biggest blessing, or biggest mistake you’ve made in a while.

♫: click for inspo song

pairing: Incubus! Kid x Fem! Reader (no physical description of reader, except hair that can be pulled)

cw: *inhales* demon summoning, bully Eustass, brat taming, blood + pain play, cunnilingus, drinking mention, predator x prey, breeding, dacryphilia, dumbification, belly bulge, overstimulation, praise + degradation, size kink af with our 6’7 king, use of pet names, insane stamina, gets softer at the end

tags: @goshitshardtohaveagoodname @nikos-a-clown @pinkcrystal-rose

© Writing & Imagery in this is my intellectual property. Do not plagiarize or repost to other platforms without my permission. Love, DemonBanger

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You stuff your fingers in your dribbling pussy, but just could not get yourself full enough. You felt like such a horny bastard tonight, with so much sexual desperation, and finally decided you wanted to start masturbating again. But nothing worked like when you first started; you’ve just been single for too long and miss the feeling of real cock.

Even a dildo couldn’t do the trick anymore. You needed the real thing, with pumping veins and harsh thrusts, attached to a heavy man that pressed you into the mattress, with low grunts and dirty words moaned lowly into your ear.

You sigh in frustration and set the toys down, taking a swig out of some whiskey to let it take over more of your senses. The liquor burns so beautifully going down your throat…too bad there wasn’t another hot liquid also sinking down your oral cavity.

The familiar floaty headspace seeps in like an old friend that you keep away at arm’s length, as your heartbeat drums in your warm chest. Buzzed you feels like a dragon waking from a slumber, with old runes in the form of dumb ideas filling your brain.

“Might as well fucking summon a sex demon at this point,” you mutter. The idea rolls over in your head for a few minutes, and the curiosity of trying something crazy and reckless like this gets more and more appealing to your buzzed brain, until eventually you think: Wait. Fuck it, what if I tried it at least? You laugh to yourself.

What would you have to lose anyways? Just your soul? You don’t even feel like you have one these days until you drink good old caffeine.

You tap the safari icon on your phone, to research how one would even go about summoning an incubus, and take another swig to invite the madness more.

A few forums say the same thing. People asking if you actually want to invite such a thing into your life, some dude talking about how his wife cheated on him with one of those entities and was never the same after that. Hahah…cuck.

You scoff. You have existential crises every day, no sex demon can fuck your life up like you feel you can. Demons, where you at? It’s ya boi. You think about the meme and cackle way too hard for something so unfunny and possibly life-threatening.

Then you scroll over a comment that is long with a lot of upvotes on it. It looks serious. Seems legitimate. There are no comments underneath, but it reads like a serious spell book.

Eh, why not? You laugh again. The comment warned against masturbating beforehand to make sure your sexual energy was at its peak to really invite any sexual spirits. Welp, already fucked that up, so if this doesn’t work at least you could have something fun to do and then tire yourself out and call it a night.

Then you read how it involves extracting blood from a few…sources such as the tongue and pussy and you wonder if there’s a better way. A paper cut on any of those things sounds gross. Eek.

You look over YouTube and find the first video that pops up. The speaker sounds experienced, and says that it’s much simpler than any methods. Just make a request to the demon Asmodeus by reaching a meditative state, and adamantly focusing on his name.

Simple enough. You try and make sure your room is a little tidy, burn a couple of cutesy candles, and dress in a black spiked collar and a cute, lacey red lingerie set you got yourself a little while back. Scarlet garters hold up soft thigh highs that bring out your thighs and make your lower body look extra luscious. You take in this moment of feminine confidence. What are you? You’re a bad bitch. And what are you about do? Get fucked.

You sit prettily on your bed, take another swig of the burning drink, shake your hips in excitement, close your eyes, and make the signature meditation pose. You even put the sigil of Asmodeus on your laptop to better reach him. Look at you, doing the most. Then, you bite your lip in concentration and your buzzed brain is slow enough to focus on one thing slowly.

Asmodeus. Asmodeus. Asmodeus, are you with me? You think with intention.

Just as you thought. No answer. You continue.

Asmodeus, I know I never spoke to you in my life. I’m Y/n, I know this is silly but I don’t mind giving up some of my energy to get fucked voraciously by a demon boy. An incubus please. Is that ok?

You wait for an answer, peep at the candles. They’re just flickering normally. You try not to psych yourself into micro analyzing the movement of the little flames. Drunk you could do that all night. But you need to keep focused. Then you continue.

Hopefully it is ok, Mr. Asmodeus. I don’t know if I need to give up my blood n shit. I’m just a little drunk girl and honestly I’ve given up so much life energy to toxic exes at this point, you don’t need to warn me,, I know I’m rambling, but uh, yeah. I don’t give a fuck. But also, respectfully, make sure he wants me too. That shit’s hot. Do you even hear me at this point?

A chill up your spine stops you from thinking further. It’s such a chill that you shiver. It’s the same sensation in your nerves that you’d feel if someone ran a finger along your entire sensitive spine. Your window isn’t open.

There’s no way.

Good talk, you think. Don’t know what the fuck that was.

You sigh, keeping yourself open for answers. Maybe he’s thinking? Who knows. For a second you almost feel a little silly for getting all dressed and stuff.

Then you feel a chill up your spine, only more intense. Your hairs stand on end. It’s kind of spooky. You’re drunk though so you’re in more of a relaxed, “oh no!!! anyways” sort of mindset. But none of your windows are open and you haven’t turned on the AC all day.

You take another swig out of the bottle and your face burns. You’re sure your eyes are a bit bloodshot, face flushed. You think about what a male demon would say if he saw you. Probably something like—Put the bottle down, sweetheart.

You cackle in your mind. Sorry about that, daddy, gotta have fun.

Keep calling me that, I like it, the thought says a bit louder in your mind, purring more sexily than you’ve ever imagined a man sounding. Wait, did you make that up or are you tripping?

Dumbass.

You open your eyes again. So that was your imagination…or was it? There’s a little bit of doubt in your mind. Either way your imagination is vivid and you crack yourself up.

Damn it, you play too much, now your drunk ass can’t even tell what’s someone telepathically communicating to you and what’s you imagining someone telepathically communicating to you.

You clear your throat a little.

“Oi, am I wasting my time? Am I making this up? Give me a sign or show yourself , but don’t like scare me, or else I’m just going to sleep.” You try to speak clearly and confidently.

Your head whips around to the wall at something suddenly in your peripheral, and you notice a little area starts to glow, brighter and brighter. It’s a sigil. The same one you put on your computer moments ago. It’s very slow. Your heart feels like it’s in your fucking throat as you blink extra hard. Nope, still there. Holy fuck??

You swallow, slightly nervous besides your sense of fear being dulled down.

A gasp leaves your throat at a sudden tapping noise coming straight from the sigil. A fist punches through your wall, except not actually punching through its material. The glowing sigl must be some sort of portal. You let out a shocked squeal as the fist shakes around the air of your room. The clawed hand opens and the body attached steps out.

“The fuck was that?”

Oh lord. He’s huge. And above all else, irresistibly sexy.

The demon stands before you, towering over most of your room proudly, a wild crown of red hot hair adorning his head. The candlelight flickers wildly as he looks directly at you. His handsome features complete with sharp eyes like glowing amber surrounded by darkness, almost dragon-like. Is that…lipstick? And guyliner. Another shiver runs through you at how attracted you are to this creature from hell. You must’ve made Asmodeus laugh and scored the jackpot in return. That sharp nose.. with the pretty bumps on the side…you wonder how it would feel riding it.

He’s wearing a coat trimmed with maroon fur, that still leaves little to the imagination as his entire muscular, giant torso is bare with a sheen that accentuates carved abs, perhaps sweat because hell is hot. Black pants with chains hang low on his hips. You don’t see visible wings but are sure he can make them appear if he wanted.

Just, holy shit.

Dark maroon lips smirk. His voice is raspy, a little tired, a little indifferent, but the look in his eyes says otherwise. “So…you gonna just keep staring at me all night and get off that way, or?”

You bite your lip. He’s so fucking smug. Your pussy starts pooling more wetness than already built up.

“I-well, yeah, you just appeared through my fucking wall,” you roll your eyes, not submitting so easily. “The hell did you expect?”

The demon flashes a mouth full of beautiful, dangerous teeth.

“Pretty little minx, and a smart mouth on ya too. I guess he was right it’d be worth bothering the admiral of the legions, can’t wait to fuck the brattiness out of you.”

Black, ornate trousers that appear punk and shredded to bits sway as he steps closer to your bed.

“Oh, Careful—” you warn but one of his beautiful, tall, twisty horns hits your ceiling fan, and you find it comical how a 7 foot tall demon is cursing at hitting his left horn in your room.

His eyes squint at you. “Fucking brat. Laughing at me, not even telling me your name. I could drag a rude little mortal like you to hell and eat you alive for lack of manners,” he drawls, little to no venom in his words, his voice so deep and rich you almost get lost in it for a moment. Little does he know you want him to eat you alive.

“Oh—, I mean you’re right, sorry sir,” you spit out the sorry as sarcastically as possible, “I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”

He eyes your thighs clenching together and a mocking chuckle bubbles in his chest. “Name’s Kid. But you, little thing, can call me Eustass for tonight when I’m impaling you on my cock.”

A little whimper is forced out of you at how dirtily he spoke, like he made an incantation to turn you on instantly. “Eustass,” you try out, making precum drip out of him more than he’d like to admit. Your eyes flit down to his cock that he mentioned, then back up. He knows you were staring. And he’s so damn smug about it too, because the big guy’s bulge looks absolutely huge.

He looks over at the toys on your bed and scoffs, picking up your dildo, and eyeing it snarkily. Your face burns in indignation at his wolfish, leering smirk.

“Oh princess. Might as well throw these—“ he locates your trash bin, “right here. Because I’m gonna fucking ruin them for you. And you can kiss any man’s dick goodbye.” He drops your sex toys into the trash like a mic drop.

And you’re not even mad. Your thighs shift against the fabric of your bodysuit to gain any sort of friction, so turned on from imagining what’s to come.

“Yeah? You like that? I can just smell how much that turned you on. Such a pathetic, needy, desperate slut. You in heat or something?”

You can only nod your head.

He makes his way back to the bed, walking like he has all the time in the world, and you eye him for how beautiful and dangerous he is, oozing sex appeal. He also eyes you hungrily, like a starved carnivore eyeing its new living meal. Heat from hell radiates off of him, and he smells otherworldly; almost sweet; with notes of pure musk, steel, blood, leather, sweat, and desire.

(You don’t know that the pheromones you’re releasing have a similar effect on him, but he wants to make you beg and whimper; mewl, cry, break).

You take in shaky breaths, not because those fangs could rip chunks out of you if he wanted to…well, that’s hot too.

Kid grabs your bottle of whiskey from your mattress, eyeing you with pure hunger as he gets so close to you, and sets it on the floor. “That’s gonna break if it stays on your bed.” He dips his head closer to you, inhales again to smell your arousal, and his eyes roll shut.

“A-are we gonna have a safeword? I’m not paying any hospital bills if you break my body,” you finally speak up, voice pitch heightened from horniness.

He scoffs. “How fucking adorable, such a needy stupid baby, you didn’t even think before making a contract with someone who could do whatever he wants with you no?” the redhead strokes your thigh as he sounds so mean and condescending, large clawed hand gripping your upper leg, squeezing your supple flesh. His breathing is heavy. Fiery eyes peer down into your soul as he pauses.

“Spikes.” He feels your collar, humming in approval. “But just know, you signed up to be fucked. And drained.” His blackened thumb traces over your bottom lip as he holds your chin. “If you can’t handle the heat, you should know better than to booty call hell.”

“Mhmm,” you say, nodding in his hold, tongue darting out to caress his finger. Kid snarls.

Just like that, a large palm presses on your sternum and shoves you down onto the bed. He yanks you by the hips to the edge of the mattress with a bruising grip, and bucks his clothed hips into yours sharply, trouser-covered bulge slapping your pussy roughly, eliciting a whine from your throat.

“Gonna keep your neighbors up with us all night just like this,” he growls, bucking onto you, hands tracing your hips, fingers dipping under your bodysuit to caress your soaking core.

“Wet kitty, so fucking sinful.” He pulls out his fingers, separating them and admiring how your slick strings up and drips down his hand. Then, glowing eyes gaze into yours as a long, sharp, forked tongue licks your essence up, cleaning them in one stroke. You throb. He tosses his trench coat to the floor and you admire his giant, muscular body. Thick neck you want to scratch up. Giant muscles carved of porcelain and littered with scars that you want to bite and paint even prettier. A fallen angel of vermillion, ready to stab you in the dark, drag you down in lust and weeping to your personal circle of heavenly hell.

Without another word, he dips his head down and snaps the crotch of your bodysuit open leaving you with no room to think. He flattens his large, forked tongue and licks a broad, wet stripe over your sopping cunt.

“ ‘s cunny’s mine,” he breathes, and begins his attack on you with his mouth, squeezing your thighs, large tongue teasing into you.

“Yes it’s all—, ohhhh~” He pulls out and shoves two huge fingers with painted fingernails into your entrance, stretching you out and making you arch your back from the sudden stimulation, pussy smushing into his face further. He growls again, feral in nature, the vibrations going straight to your clit as he intently watches your reactions. Wide tongue lapping at your clit, swirling, making you speak in tongues and whimper at how full you are. You do not regret summoning a demon at all.

He adds a third impossibly thick finger and scissors them in and out of you, then impatiently thrusts his tongue back in to fuck you, massaging every little nook and cranny of your textured walls. Swirling up, and up, and up until your brain rots inside your skull and you’re roughly grabbing handfuls of his hair.

You hear him groan a prideful, muffled “Good girl,” as his nose bumps into your clit so snugly. Your eyes roll back at the praise. It’s too much, all of it is too much. And yet, you need more, more, more, please, please, please. His tongue hits a tender spot that makes you jolt and begins to attack it in a full-fledged assault, causing you to snap your gaze back to him and buck your hips greedily into him.

Greedy. He likes that. He likes how greedy your cunt is, because he’s just as greedy for you. Your thighs clench around his head when he shakes his face, soaked in your juices, side to side to rub your clit with his nose pressed tightly to you. “E-Eustass!” you call out for him, all strangled, and a purr rumbles in his thick chest.

In response, he only clenches your thighs tighter around his face, continuing to torture you with his pink tongue that’s long and mobile like a fucking tentacle.

You cry out as talonesque nails dig into your thighs and little pricks of blood come out, but he doesn’t care. And neither do you. You grind on him, head swimming in lust, probably only worsening the pinprick wounds. He leans back with you and completely sits down on the floor beneath, holding the entire weight of your body on top of his face with the strength of a powerful war demon.

He slides you up and down, and you tremble, spots of white flecking your vision as you ride his face, smearing your never ending slick to his insatiable delight.

His amber eyes glare at you, urging you to let go and come undone on top of him. Yet mocking you for needing to cum so soon.

And that’s what you do, shaking violently, curling over him, death grip on his scarlet tresses, as he groans at how delicious you taste. The orgasm washes over you so hard you almost fall slack, almost, as your moans fall silent from your circuits sparking. He drinks up all the essence you have to offer, lips smacking at how delicious you are, deep “Mmmhfuck” causing your nipples to perk.

He stands back up and sets you back down on the bed, unzipping his pants.

You’re lightheaded from the most amazing orgasm of your entire life, gazing at the ceiling as static fills your brain in ocean waves of dumbified pleasure.

Then your mouth gapes open at the sight in front of you. Beautifully red pubes trail right over his giant hand, fisting the biggest cock you’ve seen.

“Ngh, t-too big,” you whimper.

“Oh, I’m shocked you can speak,” he laughs darkly.

“Barely,” you try to prop yourself up on your elbows, but it’s so difficult and you fall back down.

He laughs at you, humiliating you in his stare. “Such a weak kitten,” the demon mocks you in faux sympathy.

You feel as though you nutting just now made you so insanely tired.

“Just lay back, dollface, you’re giving daddy life energy as a snack. Gonna make you even prettier, so dumb you can’t even speak.”

Before you can protest, he’s spearing you with his cockhead, ripping a loud moan from your throat.

He’s merciless, as no god has shown him, a fallen angel, any mercy. So why should he, an incubus leeching off of your sexual energy, show any mercy to a cunt that’s all his and swallows him in just right.

He continues to sink into you, and your nails pay him back by digging into him now, in his meaty forearms.

Kid’s tongue darts out over his crimson lips.

“Keep,” he thrusts out slightly, admiring the way you grip him, “fucking,” he thrusts back in all the way, making you shriek, “taking it.” The pain is so much, too much, the stretch fucking burns at how large of a cock is intruding you, but he hammers into you without regards to your comfort or pleasure. He’s the one using you, fucking you like you’re his breathing flesh light, like you’re the one working for him though he’s the escort demon. Ramming in, threatening to fuck right into your cervix, overload. You’re clamping down, your walls are rejecting him. It makes him curse loudly at how hard it is for him to move, but he’s stronger than a mere human, so ever the sadist, Kid pumps in regardless.

The pain of his unrelenting, selfish thrusts starts to turn slowly into pleasure, and the fullness and overwhelming stretch feels delicious. Your mind turns dumb and you start to whine.

“M-more,” you moan, and he grabs your tit harshly, twisting your nipple painfully, making tears rush to your eyes. He does so to the other tit, then slaps them roughly. You whimper his name, back arching like an exorcism in progress. Except exiting you, this demon is not.

“Yeah? You need some more, you selfish brat?” He growls, pace deepening and quickening. “Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere, not until the sun is up.” His hips snap against yours, and his nails rake down your body to fold your thighs against your chest, his crushing weight pinning you to the bed. Your mattress hitting the wall. You struggle to catch the breath that’s knocked out of you in this position.

“Fucking look at me,” he suddenly jibes, and you obediently make eye contact with him. “Now don’t you dare fucking look away or quiet those pretty noises. I want to make you scream.”

He’s going at an inhuman speed, and so fucking deep in this mating press, and hits the spot that made you cum before. His balls slapping against your ass, making you scream.

“Eustass! Eustass! Please, please, please, yes, Nnnn! Please!” You beg him to keep going, as he growls, “fuck yes, beg, princess, beg for this fucking cock,” his thrusts getting sloppier as your cunt tightens around him. Your eyes roll back a little, as he’s fucking you dumb.

“Ah!!!” You yelp, as he roughly slaps your ass.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Eustass snarls, and you bite your lip, face flushed as he glowers at you.

“T-to, to uh, look at you,” you say dumbly, gasping for air.

“That’s a smart girl,” he rubs your clit, making you squirm, and he condescendingly coos down at you, “so why don’t you look at me as I wreck you, hmm?”

His body is so big, so hot, he’s so heavy and wide as your poor legs stretch to accommodate his wide shoulders while he opens you like a flower and pounds into you. He smells so fucking good, you think, and you want him to cum inside of you and claim you as his, and you struggle but do your best to keep looking into his wild eyes. He’s absolutely feral, so intimidating, and your body rocks at his severity so you grasp the base of his horns. A little moan leaves him, and if he wasn’t pressed up so close to you, flooding up all of your thoughts and walls and senses, it would have gone undetected.

A darkness takes over his eyes. “Now you’ve fucking done it,” his voice drops ever lower, and he pulls out. Flips you over onto your hands and knees, pulls your hips to face the ceiling, and bottoms back in in one thrust. The new angle has you screaming and moaning his name, “EU—fuck!!!!” You whimper loudly, and he pushes your head down into the covers.

“Yeah—this pussy—is all—fucking mine—you hear that?” he rumbles in between thrusts, slapping your ass again as he arches your back impossibly, balls slapping your cunt. You’re too dumb to understand what he’s saying and he knows that. Your slick is everywhere between the two of you and it’s making him absolutely drunk and feral.

You’re unable to speak real words, you’re babbling and you claw the sheets as he batters your insides over and over like a battering ram. Tears and drool are soaking the covers beneath you, as you moan while you let him use you. He kneads and slaps your ass again. “Look at me.” He reminds you harshly.

You weakly turn your head to look back at him, blubbering, and his pointy, evil grin sends a jolt straight to your core again.

“You’re my fucking pet, and any man you let have this,” he makes a slicing movement with his finger over his throat. “Got it?”

You’re so gorgeous, hair plastered to your forehead and all wild, face flushed and teary, eyelashes fluttering up at him, gasping, as you whimper, “y-yes, Eustass, I belong to you,” and his deep thrusts slow luxuriously.

“Good girl,” he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up until your back meets his sweaty inferno of a chest. He rubs more circles on your puffy, abused clit and you squirm from the buzzing overstimulation of another impending orgasm. He eats up how you clench around him, and as your head spins dizzily from him still thrusting up into you deeply, he sinks his teeth into your right shoulder, claiming you.

You cry out weakly from the pain, and spasm around him like a voodoo victim and he lazily fucks you through your second orgasm, enjoying how you make a mess all over his hand.

“Oh, that’s so sexy,” he groans, lapping at the blood on your shoulder, as you squirt all over his arm, and his cock is absolutely drenched, dripping down to his balls. He moans and with a few more thrusts, stills. He fills you up with hot cum.

The giant incubus turns you both around, you still out of breath, dumb, on his cock. “Look here.” He says, like Virgil from Dante’s Inferno showing the writer the lustful circle of hell.

You peer at your reflection in the mirror. You, so fucked out, almost unrecognizable, crying, glowing, lips plump from biting them. A huge bite mark on your shoulder. Bruised hips. Both of you scratched up with a little bit of blood. Legs shaking as you’re sitting pretty on his cock, a bulge evident in your tummy. His huge hands encircling you, him, possessively overshadowing you. He’s so much bigger than you, his width eclipsing you in the reflection.

You lean your head back tiredly. He whispers lowly into your ear. “ ‘M only just getting started with you, but look at how pretty you are as my pet, yeah? This is what I’m gonna see every single night, aren’t you excited?”

You tiredly turn your head to smoosh into his pillowy chest, his smell overpowering your senses, and you look up to him. “This is all I need,” you whisper back.

He sets you down on wobbly legs and holds you up a little. He cups your jaw in his giant hand, and the white of his canines shines. His lipstick is slightly smeared. He looks gorgeous, sinister, a glowing star of red, black, amber, and pale skin.

Then he kisses you, in a way that’s startlingly soft and passionate, in his ferocious way because Eustass is, well, Eustass. He pulls away, eyes glittering darkly.

“That’s the right response, darling.”

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TO BE CONTINUED 🏴‍☠️ -> part 2!

[allastoredeer]

"Chaggie's Totally Legitimate Dating 101 Crash Course" - SNIPPET

Alastor sighs again. "Fine. But if it’s over five classes, I'm leaving. No relationship, however fake, is worth that headache." "Wow, what a saint." "Hmm, I figured that was your job. Or, at least, it used to be.” He cackles. "Oh, fuck you." "No, I'm afraid that isn't in our agreement." "Oh, this is going to be good," Angel whispers, wiggling into a more comfortable position on the couch. Husk, on his part, has the good sense not to respond. Niffty's already buzzing with far too much excitement for Alastor to handle. Unlike with Husk, he doesn’t have it in him to reprimand her. The wild gleam in her eye is simply too endearing. "Call me down when Charlie's back, then," he says, heading to the stairs with a short wave. "I am not walking all the way up there to get your sorry ass,” Lucifer shoots at his back. Alastor snaps his fingers and his shadow peels off the heels of his shoes. "Send it up to get me, then." The glower of his shadow weighs on his back, a faint press of unhappiness between his shoulder blades, that softens into resignation as it sighs, and slinks across the floor to lean against the shadow of the grandfather clock. Crossing its arms, it gives the rest of the room a dull, miserable look.

It's been a while since I posted anything (life stuff, you know how it is), but here's a snippet of the next fic in the "Just Kiss Already" series.

Get ready for some silliness with a side of unwanted emotion (on Alastor's part, of course).

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 18: Hate Sex

Hate Sex - Ghost X GN!Reader. I don't specify what you have between your legs only that you get penetrated.

Warnings: degradation, size difference, choking, biting

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Reblogs are appreciated!

You hate the way Simon looks at you and how his teeth roughly dig into your neck. You hate how he roughly pushes your face into the bed, how he holds your hips with his big hands and ruts into you like there's no tomorrow.

"You fucking brute," you growled as you bumped your hips back to meet his. "No have no gentleness-!" You cried out loudly as Simon laughed in your ear and then bit your neck once more. Yet another beautiful mark to join all the others.

Simon's warm tongue licked over the bite mark he left on your skin. "You don't want me to be gentle, do you sweetheart?" He chuckled. He giggled when he felt your skin bristle as the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the dark room. He couldn't bear to look at your face. "You were the one who cocked things up today," he hissed.

You whipped your head around and sneered at him through the darkness. The only thing that casted shadows on his face was the moon as it shone through the window. "Don't you dare put the fucking blame on me," you argued back as you dug your nails into the sheets. He felt good inside of you despite how much you hated him as a person. His long, thick cock stroked deep inside of you and made you see stars that lit within the darkness of the room.

"You were the one who fucked up," he repeated dryly as he smacked his hips roughly into yours. "Take it. Take it and think about what the fuck you've done for us," he whispered harshly in your ear as he rut some more.

You rolled your eyes as he pushed deep inside of you. You would stand by the thought that it wasn't your fault, what happened in Las Almas. How the hell could you have possibly known that Graves would do that? How could you have known? Sure, you and Graves were close during your time working together but THAT? You closed your eyes and let him roughly fuck you.

"You disgust me," you muttered.

"And still you're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you? You pathetic, fucking slut," he chuckled deeply as he pushed your head down. He reveled in the sound of your soft moans of pleasure despite how harshly he was thrusting. It's not the first time he's called you such things, and you knew it wouldn't be the last. One of his large hands glided up your back after he squeezed your ass to your throat, and like a good toy, you lifted your head a bit to give him access to your neck. Simon's large hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed in just the right way so he wasn't hurting you or putting your life in danger, just enough to make you feel the pressure without legitimate harm.

You groan deeply from the pleasure you feel and sigh out softly, "yes," you mewl, hips still eagerly pressing against his to milk him when he finally comes.

Simon laughs as he squeezes your throat, "you're cracked if you think I'm gonna come inside of you after this fuck up," he cackles deeply in your ear. "No, no, when it's time, I'll paint your face," he mumbles.

You sneer, "you wouldn't-"

"I would," Simon corrects you.

You feel his hips pulling out of you and almost whine at the loss of contact. His large hands move to flip you over, even though he's still holding your throat. In the darkness, he can see how you grumble but also feels the heat blanket your face. He chuckles softly.

"Keep your mouth open, look pretty for me," he coos in that lovely condescending tone as he strokes himself.

[prettyyktskii]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

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TW/CW :: swearing, mention of alcohol, nsfw, rough, slight degradation, oral (m receiving)

this comes from one of my wattpad books, so uh- spoilers ig? anyways if u don't care feel free to read. just trying to get things started since i'm new to tumblr- i'm open to requests!

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it had been a week since the incident at the party- and things had only gotten a whole lot weirder. it had gone from i think he hates me to this has got to be some sort of sick joke. i mean seriously, was he fucking with me?

one minute he was calling me an idiot and telling me to fuck off, and the next he was calling me dumb names like princess and telling me to fuck him.

and the others had certainly picked up on it. to put an emphasis on that, mina was currently sitting at my apartment and had the very first thing she said when she walked through the door was, "girl, maybe you should just take him up on his offer."

i choke on air and my face becomes red as i violently swat at mina. "shut up!"

this only eggs her on as she laughs, "i'm just saying- you could cut the tension with a knife!"

just then tsu walks through my door, though i don't notice as i report to mina's last comment. "there is no tension!"

mina and i yell out in shock when tsu speaks, "between you and bakugou?" neither of us had seen her come in.

"ha!" ashido cackles, pointing at me like a little kid trying to accuse someone. "see! it's not just me! it's real tension." she has a satisfied smirk.

"ugh." my hands thread through my hair and i groan, watching tsu take a seat with us. "you're supposed to be on my side tsu!"

she chuckles a little before replying. "sorry. i only take sides with what i agree with, ribbit."

"you don't really think there's no tension between you guys, right?" mina questions more seriously. "i mean, why are you throwing him a birthday party?"

"because we're friends!"

i throw my hands into the air as mina and i argue pointlessly, asui telling us both to relax. we're so caught up in our screaming match that we don't hear the door open, nor do we hear the footsteps making their way towards us in the bedroom. "uh- guys?"

"what?!" mina and i shout in unison.

i regain my composure and look at kirishima who is now awkwardly scratching the back of neck. "if this is a bad time i-"

"do think there's any tension between y/n and bakugou?"

"mina!" i thwack her on the back of the head as i scold her.

eijirou becomes visibly uncomfortable. "um.. you know, we should really-"

"come on, just answer! we won't be mad at you!" she pleads.

"hey! you can't speak for me!" i complain.

"yes i can." she says matter-of-factly, turning her attention back to kirishima to await his response.

he sighs in defeat, knowing there's no way out of this. mina might legitimately melt him if he tried to leave. he might as well just answer. no harm, right? "okay, okay. yeah, i think there is. b-but doesn't everyone?!" he immediately catches himself and tries to defend himself.

"eijirou!" i say, acting offended.

"hey, look at the time!" he looks down at wrist that does not contain a watch. "we better go start setting up for the party before bakugou shows up!" he chuckles nervously before darting out of the room, the three of us following close behind.

deep down i knew it was true. i mean, i wasn't an idiot. but what was it all for? did he really want something? or was he just toying with me? stringing me along just to fall into his trap, humiliating me for the rest of my life. he wouldn't really do that, right?

right.

for now though, i needed to focus on this stupid party. i didn't know why i was doing this, what got into me?

we were having it at kirishima dorm, knowing damn well how pissed he'd be if he came to a mess in his own room. although, he'd probably already be pretty pissed that kirishima told me it was his birthday. it had taken him long enough to find out as is.

i knew that if i wanted to make sure bakugou didn't completely lose his shit, this needed to be good.

really good.

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surprise, surprise.

no, really. surprise, surprise.

so far, everything had been going fairly well.

kirishima had gotten bakugou to the party by texting him and asking him to come hang out with him.

he reluctantly agreed.

when he arrived, we'd flicked the lights on, everyone yelling out, "surprise!"

he was pretty mad. but i was the least of his worries. now everyone knew when his birthday was. oops, guess i didn't think that one through very well. oh well?

after having a few drinks- forced upon him by kirishima- he had cooled down significantly. enough that we had convinced him for us to all take his gifts to his room. we weren't going to make him open them in front of us- i mean, he probably wouldn't have even if we asked him to. the least we could do though was help him out.

so a few of us- literally. me, bakugou, eijirou and tsu- carried an armful of gifts each to his dorm across the hall, placing them on his bedroom floor.

kirishima and asui head out to go back to the party, kirishima patting his friend on the back- of course earning an annoyed scowl from him. they don't seem to pay any notice when i stay behind, shutting the bedroom door for just a moment. i look away from the presents and down at the ground. "sorry i didn't get you anything."

it wasn't a slight to him or anything, i had just genuinely forgotten. i only found out about his birthday today and i had been so busy with setting up the party that it had slipped my mind.

bakugou stalks toward me like he did the night of my welcoming party, with that same stupid fucking smirk on his face. "that's okay, i had something more specific in mind anyway."

my mind goes blank and i look him, nervous and confused as a he draws his face closer to mine. his mouth goes to my ear, hot breath fanning my neck causing a shiver to run down my spine. his face is practically touching mine as his mouth hovers over my ear. "get on your knees."

my eyes go wide and my face turns red at the unexpected words, and i wonder if this was really happening. "i- w-what?"

his smirk only grows wider when he sees my face, placing his hands on either side on my face. "get on your fucking knees."

my knees buckle a little, but i force myself to stay up as i contemplate my decision. if i didn't do what he said, he was probably just going to push me onto my knees anyways.

not really wanting to be manhandled and thrown around like a rag doll, i very reluctantly sink down onto my knees.

the smirk never leaves his face as i watch him release the buckle on his belt.

holy shit. this was really happening.

i'm so distracted by the chaos running through my head that i don't notice when his pants seem to fall to his ankles- until something is smacking against my cheek. "what are you waiting for, dumbass? open that pretty mouth of yours."

i panic, hearing all of the thoughts spinning inside my head except for the one telling me to open my mouth. was this really about to happen? how was this happening? a few weeks ago he hated my guts.

my thoughts are cut off when my hair gets wrapped tightly around his fingers, my head being tilted up to look him in the eyes. "open your fucking mouth." he growls.

my mouth immediately opens before he quickly shoves himself inside of it, letting out a groan. i nearly choke at the sudden action.

"fuck.." he mumbles, before demanding, "suck."

my mind short circuits but i obey, hallowing out my cheeks as i suck him off.

"fucking shit.."

he's practically moaning, and my eyes are on the verge of rolling back into my head. i can't believe this is happening.

his hand is still wrapped in my hair as he guides me up and down the length of his cock. i couldn't fucking breathe, but in this moment i didn't seem to mind. nothing mattered more to me now than giving him the best gift he would receive tonight.

"oh, fuck." he moaned, causing me to let out a whimper. the vibrations the noise sends up his cock enough to make him grip my head tighter, holding me in place as he begins thrusting harshly into my mouth.

he tosses his head back, eyes shut tightly as he lets out small noises.

"fuck, look at you," he grunts, watching the scene unfold at his feet. "taking me like that- fuck, yes."

i let out a pathetic whine and he growls, somehow gripping my hair even tighter as he thrusts into me at a rapid pace. "what a little slut." i let out another noise around him and his eyes roll back. "my fucking slut."

his words spur me on, although i can't do much as he has a rough hold on my hair, keeping me still. so instead i whine around his length another time.

"fuck!"

his thrusts are harder now, his sounds more consistent. "gonna make me cum." he growls.

i let out another muffled whine and he presses me further into him. "fuck yeah. oh, god. y/n."

his noises get louder and his thrusts get sloppier, partially relying on me as he gives up a little, overwhelmed. it's only a few seconds before he lets out a loud moan and i feel him cumming, not bothering to slip out of my mouth and he holds me roughly.

soon he slides out, still holding onto my hair as he huffs out, "fucking swallow it."

again, i obey. only this time i don't have a second thought about it, my mind completely fucked out even though i hadn't done anything.

"good girl."

the praise makes me let out a small groan as i lean back into the carpet, out of breath. although i'm not the only one who's worn out, bakugou falling backwards onto his bed with a huff.

he pulls his pants back up but removes his shirt, tossing it down to me as he slides up in his into his natural sleeping position.

hesitantly i pick it up. i guess he wanted me to put it on, huh?

"um- c-can you turn around?" i mumble in the quiet room.

it doesn't stay quiet long though as bakugou lets out a loud laugh. "you just sucked my dick and you're seriously asking me to turn around?"

my face flushes in embarrassment but i silently agree with my stupidity. i feel his eyes on me as i remove my dress, not daring to look at him. i slide the t-shirt on over my head, nothing but my underwear beneath it.

"c'mere." he mumbles.

my reluctance seems to come back, though i still listen, climbing onto the bed beside him. his arm stretches over my body and wraps around my waist, his face going into the crook of my neck.

"thanks for the birthday present, sparky." i can practically hear the smirk through his condescending tone.

oh, god. did that really just happen?

[sayruq]

I'm cackling at some of the Targ stans on Twitter freaking out about rumors that some of the dragonseeds might be bastards of Baelon, Viserys and Daemon's dad, saying things about HotD like "fuck this show if it turns out Baelon had bastards!" They're acting like Baelon and Alyssa had the greatest love story! And it's been a long time since I read F&B but what was so great about Baelon? Or his relationship with Alyssa?

lmaooooo there's no way there are legitimate Baelon/Alyssa shippers but then again, they're the only incestuous relationship seemingly without any issue

Aegon and Rhaenys had infidelity rumours (that I actually believe)

Aenys and Alyssa aren't this great love story and also they're not siblings

Jaehaerys and Alysanne became abusive

Rhaenyra and Daemon was very dysfunctional by end and also involved infidelity

Aegon II and Helaena were not exactly in love

Aegon IV and Naerys was very abusive, Naerys and Aemon is only romantic I'd you ignore that the fact he put his duty to Aegon above Naerys' wellbeing

Jaehaerys II and Shaera were responsible for Aerys II's marriage to Rhaella, etc

So Baelon and Alyssa are the sole incestuous relationship where the couple seemingly loved each other. If you love House Targaryen for all the incest, this is probably the ideal Targaryen ship, nevermind that it's plagued by the same issue of grooming (wanting to marry your own brother isn't natural. You have to be groomed into believing your only role in life is to be your brother's spouse).

This is actually so funny. Though, I am a little bummed there won't be any ambiguity with the dragonseeds.

[rainylana]

drunkenness<3

It wasn’t just you that he was pissing off. It was everybody. And maybe that was a bit extreme, because you weren’t angry, but very, very annoyed. Eddie was pretty good at tolerating his liquor intake. It took a lot to really get him bouncing off the walls. But tonight, he passed that limit and was bouncing off the walls.

Steve had invited almost all of Hawkins to his house for a party, and you’d been then for nearly four hours. And what did Eddie do for that four hours? Drink. Drink. And drink. He was all over you. Like legitimately, all over you. Every conversation you tried to have he’d interrupt and babble some nonsense that couldn’t be understood. He wouldn’t let go of your hand, and his lips wouldn’t leave your neck! You loved that boy, but damn, you could only take so much. It felt like you were babysitting him.

“Oh, christ, where is he now?” You cursed, throwing down your cup as you lost sight of your boyfriend. “Nance!” You all but snapped. “Where the hell did he go?”

Nancy, who was just a little tipsy, threw up her arms. “No idea! Check the chandelier again!”

You turned around and waltzed into the living room, shoving people out of the way. You were rude when you were drunk. “Edward Munson!” You shouted over the crowd. You looked up to the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. No Eddie. He’d spent almost thirty minutes hanging from it upside down and saying that he wished he’d been born a monkey. Steve had eventually grabbed his shoe and yanked him down, knowing his parents would freak if their thousand dollar chandelier had been broken by Eddie Munson.

You looked over everyone to see if Eddie had been hanging off their sides, spilling their drinks in dramatics as he overly shared how much he loved you.

“You know my girlfriend, right? Isn’t she beautiful? She’s so…like she’s just so pretty!”

“She’s got the cutest smile and her- white! Her teeth are soooo white and shiny!”

“I wan’ er’ to have my babies!”

“Eddie, shut up!”

“Heyyyyyy, you look like y/n! That’s my girlfriend!”

“Yeah, I am, y/n, Eddie.”

Once you’d pry him away from telling everyone how crazy he was about you, you’d regret it because he’d be on your tail all night. His hands were in your hair and he’d smack your ass in front of everyone, cackling like a moron at your pissed off expression. He’d even try to stick his head in between your boobs. What had drove you to the breaking point was when he followed you to the bathroom and sat on the floor while you peed. You’d gotten so fed up you snapped and told him to fuck off. That was the last you’d seen of him. You felt guilty now, so you tried to hunt him down to apologize.

Eventually, you found him doubled over outside, throwing up in Mrs. Harrington’s rose bushes. You cringed at the sound of his violent heaved, and you rushed over to him and gathered his hair in your hands. “Shit, y-you okay?” You slurred, drunk yourself.

He groaned loudly and relaxed into your side, looking up to you with red eyes. “Sorry, I’m a l- a shithead.”

You chuckled lightly and patted his back, helping him up. “You’re not a shithead. You just can’t hold your liquor, baby.”

[terrence-silver]

How do you think Terry would react if beloved talked back to him? A go fuck yourself mid an argument or something.

(love your writing btw 🥰)

To him, it's like a lizard hissing at a dragon.

A garden snake playing tough in front of a King Cobra.

Amusing, hilarious and in many ways, adorable. No. Really. Terry, he finds it funny. He always finds those perceived weaker than him funny. He would be prone to giving them a serious look at first, sure, that only hints at some sort of vague anger that isn't even there, right before his unblinking, frozen visage twists out into a smile and then outright cackling. Say what? Him? Go fuck himself? It's challenge fuel right there. Should he wash beloved's mouth with soap? Pinch their tongue and pull at it until beloved's eyes well up with tears as he gets in their face? Or better yet! How about he fucks their mouth instead, outright? After all, so much sass, temperament and back talking comes with a price because nothing's for free no matter how much he appreciates a little fire. He's gonna show them what happens if they lack respect. Not that Terry feels legitimately threatened, but my god, does he like being given a concrete excuse to dish out the discipline. And when there isn't an excuse, he simply makes up one out of nothing. Pretends like beloved back talked even if they haven't. He makes up the narrative and he makes up the punishment too. Either ways, he walks out of the exchange fully unfettered and very much pleased with himself.

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

I greatly admire Walt Disney and everything he created, I consider him an inspiration to me. I don't like how people like to villainize him, saying things like that he was a Nazi sympathizer or that he was racist. I know he wasn't perfect, but the truth is that no one is, that's what makes us human. I have enormous respect for him, for Roy, Ub and other classic Disney employees. The people I have no respect for are people like Katzenberg, Eisner, Chapek and Iger. They may have done a lot of good things for the company, but they also did a lot of bad things.

Sorry this got a bit long , however Honestly the modern CEOs to me have done nothing but damage I have nothing good to say Iger is the only one I can say there is a little bit that he has done to help contribute

Eisner was only thinking about the mermaid movies

Katzenberg damn near took down black cauldron if you don't know what I'm talking about he literally hated a scene so much he tried telling these animators to edit out certain parts even though this was the 1980s and that was damn near impossible he kept on trying to pressure them into doing it Eisner basically had to pull his leash so he would leave the movie alone however they did make sure that one scene was cut down

Katzenberg is also the reason 2D animation is out of the company but I will give him the factor that he created DreamWorks out of sheer spite with Spielberg and Geffen and that still gets me cackling to this day

Eisner though is the reason Splash Mountain was named that did you know originally Splash Mountain was called the Zip a Dee ride but he renamed it to Splash Mountain after the Splash H20 movie

And let's not mention the train wreck that was the '90s Eisner was literally trying that one Steve Buscemi meme of hello fellow kids there was actual gang fights because of the Clubs for teens he made that became known to the local gangs and became hang out spots. No I'm not joking go look it up and in the parking lot of Disneyland a kid was shot and killed over these gang rivalries

I'm not even going to mention Chapek because he made Eisner look like a saint in just 2 years canceled Owl House went on a anti-lgbtq rant was quantity over quality many projects were canceled because they did not align with his values

When the board members literally hunt Iger back down because they want to boot this guy out you know he's very fucked

And then Iger started out promising he would even go to the parks and make sure everything was okay. Nobody in the CEO position had really done that just randomly like him since Walt, this is why the 2010s are seen as some of the best years because he was initially pretty damn good

But then he started slipping I don't know if it's just a fumble because he's trying to repair everything with Chapek, but he is made some condemming decisions, especially with the whole Palestine and Anti LGBTQA situation right now.

When it comes to Walt Roy and Ub, I will be the first to tell you Walt was not perfect however he definitely was not a Nazi sympathizer he in fact had Donald hit Hitler in the face with a tomato at one point in time,

And as for people saying he was anti-semite that was based on an old rumor because of the whole no beards thing of the parks

like legitimately it was rumored at one point he was a part of the Communist Party like these are very old rumors that were proven untrue.

He didn't like beards because according to people around him he was afraid women would find them intimidating you got to remember the societal side it was a completely different era not an excuse however you have to factor it in whether you like it or not.

Walt Roy and Ub were three guys just trying to make it like everyone else, that's not even bringing up what would happen with Oswald damn near brought the company to it's knees because Oswald was supposed to be the mascot supposed to be the one they made their shorts off of and just when they think they have it it's all taken away by Mintz

Left damn near penniless and with only a few sketches of what would become Mickey Mouse did they escape Universal and with hard work but also on a wish and a prayer did they manage to bring it back from the brink.

If you see the villain in up btw Charles Muntz yeah that's why they made Charles Muntz I still laugh when I watch that film because the pettiness is beautiful. Thank you to the animators at Pixar and Disney for spitting in his face over half a century later turning him into a literal Disney villain

That is still the greatest comeback I've ever seen.

[splathousefiction]

Thinking casually this evening about the hyper-connectivity of The Modern Internet and how it's broiling ever closer towards overt puritanical fascism because a single evangelical group (Exodus Cry) is strong-arming payment processors, and randomly remembered bathroom wall graffiti.

Always anonymous, it was an effervescent and disgusting way to shout into the void. You had "Jesus Saves" next to public contact information of queers. You had slurs and ongoing arguments that lasted until they were literally buffed out of the steel panels or painted over. Depending on the locale, the walls would be thick with the words of people long dead. Carved into the wood, granting them a fleeting immortality in a vacuum. Coated in piss, grime and shit, but still there after all this time.

Long after the words themselves had been wrote over, blacked out, buffed out, coated and pissed on. Something of those people remained. If you took the effort, if you peeled back the swastikas and Sherman Williams, something was writ that said "I was here, I existed, I was real. Remember me, please god".

And.

I don't remember the last time I saw that kind of graffiti.

I don't remember the last time I was in a truck stop and I saw "ON THIS DATE IN HISTORY, JOHN DOE SUCKED MY COCK RIGHT HERE". I don't remember the last time I saw poetry, pictures, art, stickers, arguments so trivial, insults so fucking obtuse in nature that you had to be there, man. Every time I stop for a piss or shit in public now, it's all clean. The walls are bare. They didn't just patch the gloryholes, they replaced the entire fucking wall.

The world has grown sterile and strange and persistent, an entirely liminal space with a corporate logo sign over the door when you walk inside. FFS, the doors don't even chime anymore. And used to, you could at least avoid this gross, brutalist corporatizing by escaping online. You had escape hatches into the unfiltered insanity and beauty of human nature so long as you had a modem.

Maybe the art sucked, maybe the ramblings were incoherent. Maybe it was someone just calling me a [Litany Of Slurs here] for having a different opinion. But in the filth and grime and shit and piss of the world, I was still able to feel something. I could be traumatized and laugh my head off and cry my eyes out in the course of an afternoon.

I had a choice.

We had a choice.

But gone is the bathroom graffiti. Gone is the reality of choice, and in it's place is a convincing funhouse mirror of curation. The paths towards learning new things, being exposed to new ideas and concepts and ways of life have been made clean, clean as those steel walls between the toilets. They put guard rails up so you don't accidently hurt yourself on enlightenment and damnation. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, et al.

It's not just us freaks, geeks and faggots either. That's the really depressing part. The internet has become so grossly corporatized that life saving resources, educational opportunities and more are now being blocked in schools, public libraries and sometimes by demand of the state. You can't do research, you can't find new art, new music, new ideas without a fucking VPN anymore just to access legitimate and legal resources.

And for what? To what end? So some corporate entity can have a 5% increase in earnings that quarter?

Evil isn't always some dude with a cape and a mask cackling. It's not always some elderly senator begging for us to bomb more people. Sometimes, evil is a slow poison that rips the soul out of something. Sure, what's left still walks and talks and smiles, but it's off, man. And so it will limp along until it's violently fish hooked into the Akira-like fleshmass of some corporate interest.

Denying the grime, piss and shit of human existence, denying us a chance to experience the ugly, the mundane, the horrific and the divine in equal measure is to deny us an inherent path towards understanding ourselves. Safely curated corporate spaces don't beget curiosity and questions-it holds a pillow over both of them in their cribs, applying pressure until they stop flailing. Then it tries to sell you the pillow at a discount.

It takes the multi-faceted splendor of the human experience, and shoves it in a sterile room with other similarly-minded people. It bolts the door from the outside, and by the hour begins reducing the oxygen within. It gets sold as some kind of cleanse in one of those instagram ads you see, posted by a robot with art created by AI and at no point in any part of this series of Posting Good Capitalism was a human touch ever involved.

Capitalism kills in meat space, and it's being predictably successful in online spaces as well. They're not just blocking access to DIY HRT and queer history, they're removing any evidence of it from servers. They're seizing your ability to buy drugs (if you want, as a consenting adult). God forbid if you want to look at porn (again, as a consenting adult) anywhere south of the mason-dixon line.

The net isn't just getting cleaned, it's getting made sterile through a slow series of psychological assaults on our very existence.

So before the whole shit-house goes down in flames, a few things.

You gotta keep being openly, loudly fucking weird. If we're going to be subjected to data curation from AI, your posts have to be so openly radioactive they'd make the flesh slip right off an entire advertising department. You gotta make a CEO afraid you're gonna shit on his desk and piss all over his paper work. Who cares if you get bullied or people think you're cringe. Fuck, at least you'll be you. At least you'll be authentic. At least you'll be fucking human and feel something.

And.

If worse comes to worse.

And you find these words somehow, some way, buried beneath the off-white eggshell paint, carved right into the sheetrock above that freshly-cleaned porcelain.

we were here, we existed, we were real. Remember us, please god

[snickerdoodlles]

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists? (Are you even capable of being embarrassed??)

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic? (ahahaha...)

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

🥰😘 ty friend!!

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

end of making assumptions ch1. I am absolutely still cackling about that.

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists? (Are you even capable of being embarrassed??)

I am not! I'm trying to think of literally any of my WIPs that makes me bury my face in my hands but...nope. you'd think insatiable fic at least would inspire something, except I throw that WIP at literally anyone who even sneezes an interest in it. I still cackle in delight over a stable relationship fic. nothing can touch me 🤣

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

[insert pun about accidental pony play here]

but uhhh hmmmm. in terms of WIPs, bodyguard fic goes thru the most highs and lows. of posted fic... probably red line? tutoring date -> thug beat down -> kisses -> adrenaline crash -> clinging is a lot to pack into a few thousand words or however long that fic is

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I don't! sometimes I'll put on sounds because I do like some white noise, but if I do music I'll get sucked into it >.< I've been listening to a lot of stray kids and ofc jeff satur lately while not writing tho

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic? (ahahaha...)

😂

I don't celebrate holidays myself. or like, I kinda do because family does and I get pulled into that whether I like it or not, but holidays in general aren't my thing. I love to incorporate them into stories because festivities can be perfect for giving characters different environments to act in and/or be really good to show the passage of time. sometimes some one-shots use holidays to build off canon in those ways and I like those, but I don't seek out holiday fic. and anything based on western chirstian holiday traditions for shows based in non-christian countries has to do the gymnastics to explain why the fuck that's happening or i mute.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

hnfbfjdhfbfjdhf uhhh let's see, what to spoil...

was writing for youtuber!Vegas fic yesterday, which is going to get a running gag of fake sponsorship ads. mostly sponsored by a service that provides eternal reminders for all the embarrassing things you'd rather forget (use code WEHADANAGREEMENTMACAU to receive one poorly packaged younger brother FREE). Might give him one(1) legitimate sponsorship by Kinn's favorite lube company.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

[cries in eternity] I'm getting there one small steppy at a time I swear I promise

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

if I still like it after I post! I go thru cycles of hating my posted fic but overall, I like what I have up more often than the days I don't. which is really good, because I'm my most frequent reader and!! gotta keep that bitch happy!!

and also, on a more serious note, my reaction to a story is the only thing I can control about it after I post. what gets attention vs what doesn't is impossible to control or guess and I just really, really hate when I feel discouraged because I didn't hit a certain number of comments or notes or whatever on a thing. any time after I post, I pretty much just spend the next several hours pretending I'm the only person with any opinion of value and taking screenshots of the bits I like. I try (and usually fail lol, but I try!!) not to read comments until after I've hyped myself on what I posted so that I'm just excited to gush about what I wrote instead of using any of people's lovely responses as a measuring stick. which isn't the best for helping me respond to anything in a timely fashion, but idk a better way to ensure I'm posting for me rip.

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