#okay debated on putting it on this blog too but sure why not

[linalaine]

- Brother's Best friend ! -

Scaramouche x Reader Smut

THIS WAS INSPIRED BY SOMEONE BUT I CANT REMEMBER THE BLOG NAME 😞

also I was debating making this longer but I just ended up redoing it so lmk if I should make a longer version of this !

🪼🌸cw: afab reader, wall fucking, degradation, use of pussy/cunt.

It was no secret you had the hots for your brothers best friend, Scaramouche. Hell, even your older brother knew! But it's not your fault your brother just had a hot best friend.

Scaramouches hair, his eyes, his voice, his style. Everything about him was so attractive. Even his snarky, condescending attitude at times, you can't help daydreaming and drooling over him whenever he comes over!

This is precisely why your older brother told you that his best friend is absolutely off limits to you. To not even look at him, or speak to him! He was off limits. Because you had the hots for him.

But that didn't mean that he didn't have the hots for you either.

Yes, everyone knew about your little crush on Scaramouche. Even Scara himself. The way you looked up at him with heart eyes, anyone could see. The way you would ask for his help for the most simple things when he came over, even if your brother was there too.

Now, Scara really did enjoy your brothers company! But he couldn't deny that you were also part of the reason why he came over so often. Just to see the way you run to the door excitingly to greet your brother and him. To see that look in your eye when you see him. To see the way you discreetly rub your thighs together and act all nervous when he knows damn well, all you want is to get in your brothers best friends' pants.

And he would happily oblige the next time he saw you. He was already planning.

So the next time Scaramouche did come over to your house with your brother, he simply ignored you. Only giving you a slight nod when you rushed to greet them. But that was the only acknowledgement you got.

Scara was planning on sleeping over with your brother to play video games all night. He knew exactly when to make his move. But that meant ignoring you first so your brother wouldn't get suspicious.

It killed him to see your disappointed face when he wouldn't talk to you! Watching as you left to go sulk in your room the rest of the night. But it's okay! He'd make sure to make up for it later tonight! <3

Which is exactly what he did. Once your brother put on his headset to play some game, Scara managed to sneak out of his room and beeline straight for your door! He knocked on it gently.

You peaked it open a little at first, before realizing it was him and opening it all the way.

"Scara! What is it? Do you-" You were suddenly caught off as he shoved his way into your room, shutting the door behind him and pinning you to the wall with his hand clamped over your mouth.

"Keep quiet, yeah? I managed to sneak away while your brother was distracted with his game so try not to alert him and be too loud, okay?"

Your cheeks went red but you nodded your head regardless. His hand was quickly replaced by his lips. Capturing yours in a deep, hungry kiss. He's been thinking about this all day long.

Scara pinned your hands to the door above your head with one hand, his other roaming your body, squeezing your ass. You had already become so desperate for him! Trying to push your lips against his harder.

He shoved his knee between your thighs, feeling your already wet cunt squish against it as you tried to grind into him, causing him to chuckle lowly.

"I knew you weren't as innocent as you tried to be. I could tell from the moment I saw you, you were nothing but a slut who practically begged to drool over my cock." Scara whispered in your ear before kissing your neck, down to your chest.

You whined softly at his words, still desperately trying to get more friction from his knee. He let go of your hands and quickly lifted your oversized pajama shirt over your head, exposing your breast to him.

"Didn't even wear a bra, fucking slut. You were waiting for this, weren't you?" You nodded your head vigoursly, leaning up to kiss him only for him to grab your chin tightly to keep you still while he took your nipple into his mouth.

You had to bit your lip to keep quiet. Scaras knee jerking up into your clothed pussy. He pulled away from your breast with a wet pop.

He hastily discarded his pants and boxers while you quickly kicked your panties off somewhere to the side. You didn't even have time to react when he spun you around! Your face and front pressed against the door while he kept his hands on your hips, rubbing his pre on your ass.

"Ready?" Scara asked softly into your ear, his tip teasing your entrance as you let out a small "mhm.."

That was all he needed before pushing into and bottoming out. You both let out a mix of moans and gasp. He gave you a moment to adjust to the feeling then started pulling out again until he was at the tip and roughly shoving back in all the way.

You could hear him groan behind you as he started fucking into you, his balls slapping against your ass. One of his hands snaked around you, shutting your mouth while the other was holding onto your wrist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

He was manhandling you. His best friends little sister. And it felt heavenly. Your moans muffled by his hand as your head squished up against the door. Your pussy was milking his cock for all its worth!

"Mm-Mmmph!~" You moaned out from behind his hand. His cock was dragging along your walls. It had you seeing stars. Scaras eyes were locked where his cock disappeared and reappeared from your little pussy.

"FUCK! You feel so fucking good, fuck.." He groaned, his head rolling back slightly. "Best fuucking pussy ever."

His cock twitched inside you. The harshness from his relentless pounding had your legs shaking. You were close and he could tell by the way your cunt went tight around his dick. He shoved his fingers into your mouth to silence you. You started sucking and swirling your tongue around them, choking like a good little whore!

Your orgasm was approaching quickly, leaving you trying to find something to stable yourself with. You clawed at the door, leaving marks behind like a feral cat as you completely crashed.

You came hard, tears blurring your eyes as you choked on Scaras fingers. He came soon after. The sight of you shaking from his cock was too much! With one harsh thrust and a loud smack of his pelvis hitting your ass, his warm seed flooded your pussy!

You moaned loudly again around his fingers as he filled you to the brim. Your body went limp after he pulled out, watching his cum drip from your abused hole and down your thighs.

He felt his cock grow harder again at the sight. He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. You felt his erection pressing against your ass again as you let out a soft whine. This was going to be a long night.

[unearthly-doting]

yandere portrait

a/n: new blog, first post!! it's longer than i intended but in my defense, i wrote this to cope w the aftermath of bugbear's route in saint spell's, so. sorry if it's messy </3

warnings: yandere content, gn reader, male yandere, delusional yandere, i think this technically classifies as stalking, the feeling of being watched, slightly graphic murder, kidnapping, they/them pronouns do get used to describe the reader at the end, no nsfw but still minors do not interact!!

— there's this portrait inside the attic of the house you had just moved into. you had found it while cleaning the place out, getting rid of the belongings of the former owner of the place.

— you had tried throwing it out along with all the other stuff, but there was just something about it that... well... you aren't sure how to describe it, but looking at the man in the portrait, you felt bad for wanting to throw him away. he looked so sad in the painting, staring down at a wilted rose in his hand while being surrounded by a field of yellow chrysanthemums.

— it was silly, to be honest. it was a painting, you aren't sure why you felt bad for it, but you did. so you kept it. in the attic.

— and it was all fine and dandy. you honestly forgot about the portrait after a few weeks since you rarely ever went up to the attic, and you were so busy unpacking and decorating your new home that you just didn't have the energy to think about it.

— but then one night, you heard a very loud thump coming from upstairs. you weren't sleeping, catching up on some work you had put back, but the noise startled you nonetheless. had somebody broken in? the thought made you feel sick as you looked up at the ceiling of your room, waiting to see if you could hear footsteps or anything like that.

— you heard nothing.

— okay... then maybe something fell? you hadn't exactly cared too much about where you put stuff up there, so you wouldn't be surprised if something did. you... should probably go check, to make sure nothing was broken up there.

— when you got to the attic, it didn't take you long to find the source of the loud noise you had heard. the portrait of the man had fallen from where you had placed him and was lying face down on the ground.

— you picked it up with a sigh, only for the frame that surrounded it to come undone in the process. the fall must've broken it. it was old, so you weren't surprised. you're just glad the painting looked okay—wait... was the man always looking at the viewer?

— you're... not going to think too hard on that. you're pretty sure you have a frame that would fit, so you carefully roll the portrait up, making sure to not accidentally bend the corners or cause any tears before making your way back downstairs to begin your search for a new frame

— it was definitely a long search, but you eventually found one tucked deep away in the closet you were using for storage. and it was a perfect fit! and after some debating with yourself, you decided you probably shouldn't put it back up in the attic, just in case it fell again.

— there wasn't any place for you to hang it at the moment, so you just decided to put it in your room for now until you could find space for it. you made sure to face it away from the bed, however. you aren't sure why, but it felt as if the man in the painting were watching you.

— that feeling never really went away, even after the days went by. whenever you would walk by the painting, it felt as if eyes were on you. and you couldn't help but notice little details in the portrait were changing.

— the flower he held was no longer wilted. he didn't look sad anymore. the blooming flowers surrounding him went from chrysanthemums to red roses. it was hard to believe, and you couldn't help but wonder if you were going crazy. maybe the painting was just dirty and you were mistaking the details?

— the painting did look a little dirty, so after doing some research, you bought the supplies you needed to clean it and got straight to it when you had the time to spare. you removed it from its frame and laid it out on the dining table since that was the only flat surface you had that was big enough.

— you were deeply focused, playing music to fill the silence and humming along to whatever song played, tending to the painting as if you had painted it yourself. and you were so caught up in cleaning the painting that you didn't notice that you were being watched. you didn't notice the way the man's eyes followed your every move or the way his lips twitched in a barely concealed smile.

— you did, however, notice some writing at the very bottom right corner of the painting. "aurin, by xxx." so that must be the man's name then, huh? taking one glance at him, it felt fitting.

— once you had finished cleaning the dirt and dust off the painting—aurin, as you now know him as—you put him back in his frame and find a nice spot in the living room to hang him up. he was definitely out of place with the rest of your décor, but you didn't really mind. he added a strange feeling of... life.

— the feeling of being watched never went away, however. even at night, when you were tucked comfortably in bed, you would wake up in the middle of the night feeling as if someone else were in the room with you. it was beginning to make you feel paranoid. maybe the house was haunted?

— not only that, little things would be different whenever you came home from work or an outing. the place would be cleaner, the fridge would be neatly sorted, your clothes would be neatly tucked away in your closet... this was a very clean and friendly ghost if you're house really was haunted. and you really hope it was. you don't want to think of the alternative.

— but it was still weird, and you were starting to lose sleep because of it, hoping to see if you could catch whoever or whatever was doing this. at some point, you called a friend to come over to spend a few nights with you. you felt like you were going crazy, and you needed someone there to keep you grounded.

And your friend did! They came over, promising to stay for the week to help you keep your mind off the weird shit happening in your house. The weird feeling of being watched was still there, but nothing was ever moved out of place anymore.

Tonight was the last night that they'd be staying over, and the two of you decided to make a little party out of it. You both went out and got some drinks and a bunch of snacks and you guys just sat down and watched some shitty movies.

You guys weren't drinking alcohol, but the jokey mood the two of you had going on certainly made it feel as if you were tipsy, collapsing into a fit of giggles at one of their lame jokes as you leaned against them.

The time spent with them this week was fun, tonight being the best of all, but eventually, the two of you had to go to bed. The two of you shared a hug before you left them to go to your bedroom. You went to bed that night with a smile on your face, feeling relaxed for the first time in a while.

...

You startled awake. It was dark outside, and the clock read 4am. A loud noise had woken you up, a thud that sounded like someone, or something, falling. You weren't immediately concerned, thinking that your friend might've fallen off the couch while sleeping.

You should probably check on them to make sure they aren't hurt. With a tired sigh, you climb out of bed and make your way to the living room, stumbling a bit in the dark as you rub some sleep from your eyes.

Your hand roams against the wall for a moment before finding the light switch and flicking it, opening your mouth to speak but your words get stuck in your throat.

As soon as the light fills the room, your stomach drops.

You had been expecting to see your friend on the floor, probably still sleeping, but...

You weren't expecting to see someone on top of them, some sort of blade in hand, stabbing into their neck multiple times. You just stood there, frozen as you watched the mystery man stab your friend. They were already dead, not moving, eyes staring up into nothingness. You had only spoken to them just mere hours ago, and now they're on your living room floor, covered in their own blood as the man continues to stab them.

He seemed so caught up in the act that he hadn't even noticed the lights were on, or that you were watching. You should run. You should get as far away from here as possible, but it's like you were frozen in place. Your legs felt weak, and they gave out on you before you could even try running.

You fall to the ground, hands shaking, tears running down your face, bile stuck in your throat as you force yourself to not vomit.

The squelching sound of stabbing stops, and the man turns his attention to you. It was Aurin. Aurin, the man from that damn painting. Your gaze snapped over to said painting, thinking that you must be going insane, but no.

The painting was vacant. The man inside of it was gone. What the fuck.

His expression was vacant, and you stared at him like a deer in headlights, wondering if you were going to be killed next. Ha... killed by a weird supernatural entity that shouldn't even exist... maybe you are going crazy. Maybe this is all just one really bad nightmare.

You'll wake up any second now and see your friend's smiling face as they drag you out of bed so you can help them pack their stuff. You'll wake up, and he'll be back in his painting again. Everything will be normal. This isn't real.

It's not real. It can't be. This is just some fucked up—

Cold hands cup your face, and the feeling of blood smearing on your cheeks is enough to snap you out of your thoughts. You hadn't even noticed when he approached you, or when he crouched down to your level.

The vacant expression was gone, replaced with a quiet, guilty one.

"I apologize, my love," He speaks, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "You weren't supposed to see such a..." He trails off, a brief look of annoyance crossing his features as if remembering something he disliked, "Mess."

You were too stunned, too scared, to sick to speak. You just stared.

Aurin sighed, looking genuinely ashamed of himself, "I hope this doesn't make you think any less of me, my darling rose. I just couldn't... I couldn't stand the way they were looking at you. The way they were touching you. The advances they were making on you made me feel so angry," His nails dug into your cheeks as he spoke, and you wince slightly at the feeling. He took notice immediately, easing his grip on you as an apologetic smile appeared on his face, "I suppose I lost myself for a moment when taking care of them."

You struggled to process his words. He... he killed your friend because he thought they were making a move on you? Because of jealousy? That just... what the fuck...

"You..." Your voice cracks a bit as you speak, a wave of nausea hitting you as the taste of the blood in the air coats the inside of your mouth.

"Shhh..." He gently shushes you, running a hand over your hair. You cringe knowing there was blood sticking to the strands now, "Don't say anything, darling. I'm sure this is all a very big shock to you, but it'll be okay. I'll take care of you, the way you took care of me."

Your confusion only grew when he gently helped you off the ground, his grip on your arm was tight enough to keep you from running away but gentle enough that it didn't hurt, "But I haven't..." You trail off, going to deny his claims of you taking care of him, only to remember that you technically have.

He merely smiles, "But you have. I was so alone, up in that dusty attic. And then you came along, and you showed me a love that I hadn't experienced in decades. You took care of me. It's only natural that I take care of you in return, isn't it? That's what lovers do, after all."

"Lovers?!"

Aurin paid no mind to your shock, seemingly not even registering how odd and deranged this situation was, acting as if he hadn't just murdered your best friend in a fit of supposed jealous rage.

"I wasn't going to take you home so soon, trust me. I was content with helping you out around the house and making everything easier for you but..." He trails off, gaze wandering away from you to stare at the corpse on the ground, "Things happen. I don't think I can leave you to your devices here anymore. Someone may try to steal you away from me again, and I would hate for you to see another mess like this."

What the hell is he talking about?

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but you couldn't get a single syllable out before he was speaking again.

"Don't worry, it'll be a harmless trip. You'll just feel tired, but you can lean on me for support! Trust me, my love, you'll adore your new home." He says, excitement lacing his words.

It was a little scary, how you instantly began to feel tired after he finished talking. You're not sure if it was his doing, somehow, or if your body just couldn't handle the situation anymore and wanted you to sleep in hopes that everything would be better once you woke up.

Your eyes closed against your will, and you could faintly make out Aurin's soft humming as he held you close against him. You were too tired to fight against him, almost as if some sort of pressure were weighing you down.

Maybe everything will be better when you wake up...

A few months later, a couple had moved into a new home. The price had been on the cheaper side due to a fairly gruesome unsolved murder and kidnapping that took place there. They were determined to make a home out of it, even with its dark history.

"Honey, doesn't this painting feel a little off to you?" One of them asks, staring up at a painting that was hanging on a wall in the living room.

The other shrugs, moving boxes around and momentarily pausing to glance at the painting, "Just looks like a painting to me. Take it down if it makes you uncomfortable."

"Hm..."

They stare up at it, arms crossed as they take in the details. Two people were dancing together in a field of red roses. There was nothing wrong with that, it was rather romantic, to be honest. The man in the painting was normal as well, eyes closed with a serene smile on his face as he held his partner close. He looked as if he were in love, in all honesty. The part that unsettled them was the distraught look on the face of the man's dance partner, as well as the chains that tied their wrists to his, roses weaved into the chains as if to try and hide them.

It was a breathtaking painting, sure, but...

"Let's just put it up in the attic, that way we won't have to see it."

[aprils2ndhandshop]

hi i love your blog, your writing is so good! may i request what type of arguments the ‘03 boys would have with their s/o? like what would the argument be about? are they upset for a long or short amt of time? how do they make up with their s/o? hopefully that makes sense, thank you!

Arguments w/the boys ‘03

All 4!

Summary: what I think the boys are like during arguments with their favorite girl.

Hi friend! Thank you for your request and the super sweet words! Sorry for the long wait, love you!

Michelangelo;

Mikey definitely isn’t one to start or enjoy fighting with you… with his brothers, duh! But not with you.

The fights he starts -if one could even call them fights, are small, light-hearted and innocent. He is essentially just pulling your leg and trying to be a pain.

“Y/n! You can’t just walk past the t.v mid play! You made me lose the game!”

“I think you lost the game because you chose to focus on throwing pillows at me instead of playing your stupid game!”

Those fights don’t last long as the moment he thinks it’s actually stressing you out, he stops.

“I’m kidding angel! I’m kidding!”

He makes up for it every time with a kiss on the cheek too.

Generally, you’re the one who has to start the fights with him - even if he’s the one with a problem.

And trust me, he may not flat out say he has a problem with you but he sure can’t hide it.

Que the slight pouting and undeniable tension on his part. He can’t fake his feelings ever.

And don’t forget all the passive aggressive, smart ass remarks he makes under his breath when he’s annoyed.

Fights with Mikey are rare but when they do happen there is a common theme, a need for your attention.

Remember, Mikey is a needy boyfriend. It has pros and cons.

Pros - he’s doting, always makes sure you know just how much he cares, always makes time for you, remembers important dates and puts in all the effort a boyfriend should.

Cons - a bit too clingy.

“I feel like you don’t ever want to see me anymore, like you just come around to make me happy.”

“Why do you even think that, Mikey?”

“Because! I wish you wanted to see me as much as I want to see you!”

Fights with him never last long, ever! He’s the kinda guy that refuses to go to bed knowing you’re sad.

He also spoils you rotten after :) Gifts, food, foot rubs, everything!

Raphael;

Raph is a nightmare to fight with and we all know on some level, he loves to fight. More with Leo than anyone but still.

In regards to arguing with you, it definitely lies in a strange grey zone for him. He hates making you upset but also has a bad habit of enjoying a good conflict.

He hates that about himself.

Not to mention how bad he is at holding his tongue.

“I’m pissed, okay? I’m mad and I need to get away from you before I say stuff I don’t mean!”

“I don’t want you to go out there and get hurt!”

“You don’t get it! I’m not like you! I’ve been fighting my whole life and it’s hard for me to just stop!”

In the midst or after every fight, he disappears for a couple of hours. Cooling off is essential for you two to figure out the problem.

Surprisingly, fights between you and Raph are rare. Partially because he’s working on anger management but mostly because he tends to lock his emotions inside before having a massive blow up.

Once he’s calmed down, he always goes straight to you, full of shame.

“Hey baby.”

“Hey.”

One of the best parts about Raph as a boyfriend is how self perceptive he is, he always apologizes for what he did wrong and fully understands why it was wrong.

“I promise I’ll be better to you, and that I learned from my fuck ups, y/n/n.”

After fights, he’s a lot more affectionate with you and uncharacteristically, even keeps that energy in front of his brother.

Donatello;

Donnie and fighting really doesn’t mix well, it’s rare but when it does happen it’s always over dumb stuff.

The arguments start more like debates, his nerdy side comes straight to the forefront as he feels the need to correct you on everything.

“Y/n! I’m proofreading the piece you wrote and look! Are you sure this is really the angle you wanna argue your point from, beautiful?”

Now that sounds pretty innocent but if Don is one thing, it’s a little bit condescending - not on purpose or with malicious intent but nonetheless, condescending he can be.

Things that may seem like no big deal can turn into tension and fighting for hours very quickly.

Typically, you are the one that starts the fight but usually because Don accidentally did something to start the fight.

“I feel like you’re nitpicking to make yourself feel so much better than me, Don. It’s so frustrating!”

“Look doll, I’m just trying to make sure your don’t come off a little bit… foolish.”

Donnie is definitely book smart, but emotionally smart, not so much.

He has a bad habit of saying mean stuff he doesn’t think is mean that ends up hurting your feelings.

And sometimes it takes awhile for him to notice.

“Y/n?… y/n?… hellooo y/n! Are you giving me the silent treatment? Why?!”

He is kinda clueless about this stuff.

But when he does catch on, he’ll do the most mature thing and approach you to hear you out.

He’ll be engaged and ask all the important questions so he knows how he hurt your feelings and can properly apologize.

“You’re the smartest girl I know! I misspoke, I just wanted to be useful to you, sweet girl.”

Leonardo;

Okay hear me out on this one!! And don’t ever make any assumptions about thee Leonardo.

This man is whipped and it pretty much makes him incapable of starting a fight with you ever.

He will let you get away with just about anything and approaches any and all rough topics with you so gently.

“You don’t seem entirely like yourself, angel. Are you feeling okay?”

Even if your response is snappy, he is always gentle in his language and tone.

“Can I do something to help you, y/n/n?”

Fights between the two of you need to be started by you but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll fight back much.

Everything you would expect to happen, expect the opposite.

You give him the silent treatment, he’ll give you some space and come around later to talk it out.

You full on snap and scream at him, he’ll let you take out all your anger on him and tell you he understands why you are mad.

Complete princess treatment with him.

But don’t think he’ll always agree with you, absolutely not. He’s just patient and explains his point of view rationally.

“I really do love and understand you, y/n, but you have to learn to express yourself with me better. I don’t want to fight with you, because baby, I’m always on your side anyway.”

Sometimes fights with Leo can last pretty long, at least in comparison to Mikey and Don - but only because he backs off and gives you space.

When the arguments finally subside, Leo continues his princess treatment for you.

He just becomes even more affectionate than he usually is.

Missed you guys, hope you are all good!

[underworld-park-offical]

CRAIG: Wait holy shit

CRAIG: My fucking phone

CRAIG: Guys

CRAIG: My phone

CRAIG: IT WORKS

EVERYONE: UGHHHHH

TOLKIEN: Well if your phone works, that could be the plausible explanation as to why the intercoms are still functional while the power is out

CRAIG: Okay ate Shakespeare

CRAIG: Atespeare

TOLKIEN and TWEEK: You are so annoying oh my god

TOLKIEN: I want to kill you just for that

TWEEK: If you want to kill him I'll hold him down

TOLKIEN: Deal

CRAIG: Oh woah

CRAIG: Spooky

CRAIG: It's giving back rooms

TOLKIEN: Craig did you just say owo?

CRAIG: I am going to beat you up

TOLKIEN: Nevermind

TWEEK: What

TOLKIEN: Oh its nothing

TOLKIEN: Just ignore him

CLYDE: Woahhh

CLYDE: Guys there's like

CLYDE: An echo now!

CLYDE: Hi Clyde! (Clyde! Clyde!)

CLYDE: This is so cool (cool cool cool)

TOLKIEN: Since when did our hallways get so….

TOLKIEN: Creepy?

TOLKIEN: Tweek, this happened when you got here

TOLKIEN: Are you an alien?

TWEEK: NO??????????

TOLKIEN: Demon?

TWEEK: NO?????????????????

TOLKIEN: Huh

TOLKIEN: I'm out of ideas

TOLKIEN: ….

TOLKIEN: Stan would have a field day with you

CLYDE: Stan would

CRAIG: Oh yea, I'm totally recording that when it happens

TWEEK: Can I get a puddin out of it?

CRAIG: Sure

CRAIG: I can venmo you the money for it

CRAIG: Do you like

CRAIG: Have venmo?

TWEEK: What the fuck is venmo???? CRAIG: Not you not knowing what venmo is

CRAIG: Loser

CLYDE: Yoooo thunder crackling right now

CRAIG: (records) Hey guys welcome back to my blog and sorry that the cam quality is so ass

CRAIG: There's currently a power outage out at the school

CRAIG: Its not giving

CRAIG: Anyways

CRAIG: Make sure to like and subscribe for more

TOLKIEN: ARE YOU FUCKING FILIMG THIS RIGHT NOW???? 

CRAIG: Yeah, so?

TOLKIEN: What do you mean, so?!

TOLKIEN: There's nothing to even film, it's dark as shit

CRAIG: Doesn't mean there can't be content

TOLKIEN: I swear.

TOLKIEN: TO GOD

CRAIG: Lmao Tolkien you're right

CRAIG: The cam quality is so ass

TOLKIEN: See? I told you

TOLKIEN: Fucking queer

CRAIG: I am

CRAIG: LITERALLY

CRAIG: Not gay

TWEEK: Hey uh

TWEEK: Guys?

TWEEK: Shouldn’t we like…. check to see why the intercoms or whatever you're calling them are doing that? CLYDE: Yeah! Oh my god you're so smart

CLYDE: That's like

CLYDE: Not normal behavior.

TOLKIEN: Ahem

TOLKIEN: Clyde

CLYDE: What????

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: Right here

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ OOOOH  ╧╧╧╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ D ╬ R ╬ A╬M ╧ AAAAA╬ ╬

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ■ C╒╬O ╬N╬TROL ╧  ■ ╧ YOUR ╬ M╬ A╬ N╬ ╬ ╧ ╒╒╒╒ ╬ ■ ■ ╬

CRAIG: Omg

CRAIG: I'm so putting this on my blog

TWEEK: Read the room, dude…

TWEEK: Read the fucking room

CLYDE: This is the one time I hate the morning announcements

TOLKIEN: The only time you like the announcements is when they announce Pizza Fridays, babe

CLYDE: Shhhhhh

CLYDE: I mean you're right but shhhhhh

TWEEK: But seriously, we should go

TWEEK: I think someone of some kind of authority would have come over by now

TWEEK: We should like

TWEEK: Check it out or something…

CLYDE: You're so right, Tweek

TOLKIEN: Clyde.

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: RIGHT here

CLYDE: So….

CLYDE: No thruple?

TOLKIEN: NO

CLYDE: Ah…

CLYDE: Rats….

TWEEK: Shut up Clyde, nobody likes you

CLYDE: Wuh- buh-

CLYDE: BUT YOU LISTENED TO ME RANT ABOUT NIGHTCORE?????

CLYDE: I THOUGHT WE HAD A MOMENT??????????

CLYDE: I THOUGHT THERE WAS A SPARK?????????????

TWEEK: Aren't you taken?

CLYDE: …

CLYDE: Oh yeah…

TOLKIEN: Porkchop

TOLKIEN: Sweetheart

TOLKIEN: Love of my goddamn life

TOLKIEN: You are

TOLKIEN: So stupid sometimes

CLYDE: But you love me for it~

TOLKIEN: Debatable

CLYDE: WHAT?????

TOLKIEN: I'm kidding, you goober

TOLKIEN: ....maybe

CLYDE: TOLKIEN DON'T TEASE ME LIKE THAT

TOLKIEN: I can't resist it, ya know

INTERCOMS: ╬ ╬╬ ■ T╧ ╬ W■ ╬ ■ EE╬ ╧ K■ ╧  ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╧ ╧ ╬ ■ ╬ ■ ╬ ╒ ╒ ╒

TWEEK: Guys, the intercoms…

CLYDE: Right right

CRAIG: This is not giving right now

CRAIG: Do we like

CRAIG: Have too?

TWEEK: I would say so

CRAIG: Literally why smh

TWEEK: Because they just called my name!?

CRAIG: What do you think I am?

CRAIG: A mechanic?

TWEEK: Yeah but still…

TWEEK: I think the longer we stay here, the more likely we are to get murdered or something?

CLYDE: WAHHHH I DON'T WANNA DIEEEEE

TOLKIEN: There there, you won't die

TOLKIEN: But if you do I'll bury you in dinosaur bones like you've always wanted

CLYDE: And play my favorite nightcore playlist at my funeral?

TOLKIEN: And play your favorite nightcore playlist at your funeral, yes

CLYDE: Good, Good, by the way, babe, do you know where the generator room is?

TOLKIEN: No, why would I?

CLYDE: Cuz you're like

CLYDE: Super smart and stuff

TOLKIEN: Aww…

CRAIG: Rizzler moment!

TWEEK: Should be to the left

TOLKIEN: How do you know that?

TOLKIEN: You just got here

CRAIG: Not Tweek being a sussy baka rn

CRAIG: Smh

CRAIG: Omg hold up

CRAIG: Who

CRAIG: Who is getting in the middle of the recording right now?

TWEEK: Your mom

CLYDE: Hehe, nice

CRAIG: This is NOT a slay right now

CRAIG: Get this British away from me

PIP: Shut the fuck up you crusty motherfucker

PIP: I always hated your two tone Google chrome metrophone megaphone ass

PIP: And that's saying a lot because I hate all of you

PIP: But it was always the influencer I didn't like

TOLKIEN: Nobody likes influencers

PIP: True, but this one was the most insufferable

PIP: Craig_The_Real_Bitch, Right?

CRAIG: *Craig_The_Real_Tucker

TWEEK: Did he just say the asterisk out loud????

CRAIG: Yes, I'm correcting him, that's why I said *Craig_The_Real_Tucker

TOLKIEN: He does that alot

TOLKIEN: We’re desensitized to it at this point

PIP: God why do you say all these underscores

PIP: You aren't a blonde crop top wearing bimbo you overrated sonic the hedgehog wannabe

PIP: Now anyways,

PIP: Turn off that goddamn phone

PIP: Pretend this is the movie theater!

PIP: Have some class, fuckface

PIP: Pay attention when I am talking to you

CRAIG: No <3

PIP: …

PIP: Fine then, I’ll just turn off that phone myself

PIP: Better yet, I'll break it

CRAIG: No please my phone is literally my life support

CRAIG: If you break it I’ll like

CRAIG: Totally die

CRAIG: Or something

PIP: Shut that shit and perish

CRAIG: Fine, fine, fine…

PIP: Thank you

PIP: Now that we’ve hit mute on the insufferable prick here

PIP: I'm sure you’re all wondering, “How is he alive right now? Didn’t he get crushed to death???”

PIP: To that I say, you're right!

PIP: I'm not at all alive

PIP: I am in fact, very,

PIP: VERY

PIP: Dead.

CLYDE: WAHHHHUGFYUKGTP(YYIFDIGFYCYIG 

CLYDE: ZOMBIE!!!!!!

CRAIG: Its giving the walking dead

CRAIG: Slay

PIP: Shut up you fake ass botox injected taki munching booty crunching dollar tree ass Charli D’Amealio

PIP:  I am not a zombie, that's just cheesy!

PIP: I am, however

PIP:  ╬A bad motherfucker ╬

(( EDITS MADE BY @pissblanket the backrooms edit was all me ))

[rambling-stardust]

THE GOOD, THE BAD, & THE DIRTY

headcanons w mini drabbles for one piece's monster trio on the different sides of dating them.

afab! reader implied, gender neutral pronouns except sanji's portion

characters: luffy, zoro, sanji 4.4k words a/n: thought this would be a good first post for my new writing blog<3 my drafts have been piling up forever lol

❥ monkey d luffy

the good

so in tune with his emotions

what he likes, dislikes, etc. he makes very clear, so pleasing him is such an easy task!

tbh i see him still being surprised even when you outright ask him what he wants

why is he so starry-eyed from the plate of bacon you're offering him? he said he was hungry, and sanji did tell you to help yourself to the leftovers from breakfast...

similarly, the strawhat captain isn't afraid to just go for it when he wants something

once it's clear you're both experiencing the same kind of feelings, this only doubles

physical affection is the perfect example of this

the sudden urge to hold your hand? he's reaching to lace your fingers together without a second thought. rubbery limbs are constantly wrapping around you in loops, luffy putting his whole heart into embracing you like he does anything else

in his mind, it's something that makes you both happy— so why fight it? especially when everything is "sooo much funner with you around!"

"You'd think they were attached at the hip," Zoro's grunt of a remark cut through the quiet on the upper deck. With the sea breeze teasing their clothes and hair, Nami brushed a few stray locks from her peripheral to follow the swordsman's gaze— only to land on their captain some distance away, with his arms hooked over your shoulders so he could cling to your back.

The added weight clearly disrupted your lounging, the navigator having seen you peacefully cloud-watching alone minutes prior, but there was no scolding or shoving like there would've been with some of the other crew. You seemed fine with it actually.

Rolling her eyes, Nami looked back down at the log pose that adorned her wrist. "If that's surprising to you, you're more clueless than I thought."

Oblivious to the now-bickering onlookers, you shot a small smile over your shoulder at Luffy. Though the signature hat on his head blocked most of his face from view at this angle, you could still see the edges of the dazzling smile that immediately surfaced in turn.

"You sure you don't wanna fish with Usopp and Chopper instead?" you softly question, fingers reaching up to trace invisible patterns across Luffy's arms, then wrists, then knuckles.

The captain insistently shook his head, ducking further into your neck until you felt the slight scratch of straw and the tickle of air from each exhale. "I like spending time with you." The answer was said simply, leaving no room for debate. It made your smile grow.

"Even doing nothing?"

Laughter, then— the kind Luffy did when he thought a question was silly. You knew it all too well.

"It's always something! Because we're together. Duh!"

the bad

not a single functioning braincell

okay, cutting the poor guy some slack, luffy isn't exactly stupid. in fact, there are plenty of times he's caught onto things faster than others

but don't let this convince you he's the next philosopher of our era

this oblivious man can miss signals that are the equivalent of a giant neon sign. this causes misunderstandings like no other

which brings me to the subject of the captain's stubbornness

you'll never understand how someone with so little patience can still manage to be one of the most stubborn pirates throughout the sea

it'd be amazing if that stubbornness could be used for the benefit of the crew, if you could somehow make him sit out battles, or stand off against his monstrous appetite...

however, what luffy often refuses to budge on are matters of the heart. good luck introducing any kind of logic to that

The symphony of battle was one you never quite got used to. Even now, after all the progress you've made, the adventures you've been on and endured... Sometimes it could still be overwhelming.

The clanging of swords and cries of rage. The explosions, both close and far. The shuddering sobs of the dying.

But right now, all you could hear was your own desperate begging— reverberating around your skull.

"Don't do this, Luffy. Please."

"I've made up my mind." The captain's answer was low, rough. Fitting, considering the anger twisting his features. Regardless of the fact it wasn't directed at you, the raw power in that stare made you shudder.

You had a terrible, terrible feeling about this.

"Please, Luffy! Don't—" you were choking on the words. You didn't want to say it, but you were grasping at straws. Nothing was working, none of the usual methods you'd learned over the months spent with the crew to distract or redirect Luffy's recklessness had any effect right now. "Don't be stupid! We need more time, more help! If we can just get back to the—"

"Shut up! I'm gonna end this now. I'll make it back, I promise." This was clearly the limit to his patience; the rubber man throwing an arm out, stretching it far in preparation to slingshot himself right to the heart of the enemy. Right to the strongest enemy he's faced yet.

You knew you should have faith in your captain, knew you should cry out in support of his strength and determination, but all you could feel right now is dread. Nothing was going to plan.

Before you could get another word in, your lover is gone, soaring across the sea of fighters.

the dirty (nsfw tags: public sex, alluded creampie, slight size kink)

a common war within luffy is the previously-mentioned obliviousness versus that naturally sharp set of instincts that have miraculously kept him alive

he's probably aware of sex in a roundabout way— sometimes people get together, touch in certain ways, and then go about their day?

definitely had some companions try to explain it to him, for his sake and safety, but didn't listen AT ALL because it just didn't catch his attention

however, with some hands-on experience... let's just say it has more impact on him

suddenly there are all these fun things to do, in different ways, in different places even! the combinations and experimentation get him hooked the most

good luck trying to keep any of your sex life private though

not only is he a blabbermouth, answering questions honestly without any hesitation— but it's also way too easy to give in to his spontaneous (and risky) whims...

your "secret" is out maybe a week or two after his introduction to this new, addicting pleasure

Nami owed you big time for this.

The money-hungry thief had set her gaze upon a new mark that was quite typical for the crew's adventures. The Strawhat Pirates were currently being honored with a royal banquet— and banquets usually meant castles or strongholds of some kind, which meant treasuries.

So the plan was mind-numbingly simple: keep the party going until your gracious hosts were robbed blind by your navigator.

The thing was, another common thing with these banquets was the hero treatment. So really the plan was easier said than done when your dear captain hated being called a hero and often jumped at the chance to leave such affairs after having his fill of food. Luffy never liked to sit in one place for long, and the plates had cleared out long ago. Only guests drunk on mirth and booze remained— cheering and shouting and singing.

When the captain's gaze combed through the crowds, landing on his various crew members, you immediately recognized the pattern: he wanted to find his companions and leave.

Thus came your role.

It was always easiest to capture your captain's 'attention' after he won a fight. It made sense, really: a post-battle celebration hosted all sorts of emotions from the aftermath of combat. Adrenaline, relief, desperation...

And never before were you more aware of the latter, your chest flush against the stone wall as muscle caged you in from all sides. Luffy's hands were gripping desperately onto your waist as he thrust into you like his life depended on it, a mix of cum and slick arousal clinging to the inside of your spread thighs. His gaze, though half-lidded, was intensely focused on where the two of you joined.

The plan initially involved a room, but in hindsight you'd already been a little needy for your boyfriend, so you may have done your job a little too well. You'd reflect more on it, but that coiling feeling in your core was far more compelling, especially when the hips behind you stuttered in their rhythm— Luffy shoving his throbbing cock deeper with small, broken circles. This time he'd pull you over the edge with him.

With the noises he was making into your neck, you had the fleeting thought that you were sure to get caught any second: after all, you'd only turned a few empty halls before settling for the wall. But you couldn't help it at this point. How could you deny yourself when the both of you were just so close?

❥ roronoa zoro

the good

this swordsman is the epitome of security

say hello to your new favorite safe space: zoro's arms

after an especially long or hard day, words don't even need to be spoken— he's folding you into his arms, and the familiar drum of his steady heartbeat echoes in your ears

you can always count on him for refreshing alone time

need a getaway from it all? you've got the strawhat's first mate around your little finger, dear, just give him that look and he'll be pulling you away from the group to have some space to breathe

he understands the demons one can mentally battle while the outside world remains ignorant, the weight of intrusive thoughts

which, despite being abrasive about it, zoro will always make sure to express his gratitude to you in small ways

it might feel passive aggressive, the way he's shoving a coat over your shoulders, but would you rather catch a stupid cold?

poke fun at these subtle generosities and the swordsman will get so pouty and pink

Maybe you were just weird, but there was something melancholic in the aftermath of a marvelous adventure. In the departure and days after, as you ease back into the quiet in-between moments on the sea.

Sometimes there's a restless itch under your skin during these weeks when the action is sparse. You know the rest of the crew can relate in their own ways.

But you think Zoro understands a little better than the others.

The first couple of times you'd squirreled away in the crow's nest on his watch, the swordsman would shoot you a weird look or even grumble about peace and alone time. However, he never explicitly asked you to leave, and so you remained.

It became a habit, these quiet hangouts, until one day you broke the silence.

"Does the training help?" you inquire aloud. Later you'd blame the exhaustion you'd felt at the time— it was late into Zoro's overnight watch, and he barely broke a sweat over the entire weight training period.

The faint rattling of metal sounded when the bar abruptly stopped, and Zoro met your curious gaze with a confused one. "Hah? What are you on about?"

Nervously, you fidgeted. "I know training makes you stronger. But... I guess I'm just asking if sometimes you train because it's something to... to keep yourself busy. Y'know," you gestured vaguely. "That restlessness thing."

Green brows relaxed, something in his eyes softening. Or maybe you were just sleep-deprived.

"I train to get stronger, and stay stronger," he answers, resuming the lift and drop of the barbell. Then another pause, although briefer. "But it's not too bad for that either."

"Hm..." Somehow you felt dissatisfied with the answer, but you didn't push. Instead, you balanced the weight of your head on your palm, fingers curling over your cheek.

"So does watching help any better?" It was facetious, teasing even. Heat immediately spread across your face.

It... Kind of does.

the bad

literally SO prideful it's infuriating

teaching this man vulnerability will be a full time job with no vacation pay, no 401k, nada. zip. might as well be raising a teenage boy who's father is toxic masculinity

also on that subject, i feel like he doesn't know how to handle emotional situations very well

gets better over time in the relationship, with guidance, but at the beginning?

ohhh boy, better reconsider going to him for coddling. chopper or robin would be a better pick for that...

double goes for trying to ask in front of others. i can just imagine you asking for reassurance and he'd just offer shallow, borderline inconsiderate advice only for nami to beat some sense into him...

power through his fear of emotional intimacy with him and you can get through ANYTHING bestie

good luck though because this man would rather shoulder the world for eternity than admit he needs help

The patience of a saint would still not be enough to handle this situation, is what you tell yourself. It's understandable if someone doesn't want to talk about something upsetting.

Last week had been hard for everyone. The entire crew grieved in their own ways, the Sunny a little quieter following the troubling loss you'd suffered at the last island.

A reminder to constantly improve, because there are always stronger foes to face.

The realization that you'd not seen Zoro since the incident struck you like a physical blow, winding you and making the next breath a little rushed. One could only imagine what was going through his head.

So, as his... friend— a complicated subject, really, and a headache you didn't need right now— you searched for him. To make sure he was alright.

However, you weren't expecting this much hostility in response to a simple inquiry. You just wanted to know if the dumbass was alright.

Whatever happened from his end of the battlefield must have been particularly triggering. Your brain ran wild with theories, speculating if it dug into his past. Maybe even his childhood. What kind of grief and scars were reopened by the things he witnessed that day.

At the very least, you wanted to offer some sort of companionship in the pain and misery. Remind the swordsman that he's not alone on the bitter nights.

Clearly, that invitation wasn't welcome.

"I don't need anyone's pity! If you want someone to cry with go bitch to Chopper or something," Zoro barks, all scowls and tension where he sat cross-legged on the deck.

Angry tears sting your eyes, and you don't know if you'd survive the humiliation of them being seen and confused for something they're not. So instead, you spin on your heel, taking his advice.

You retreat to the women's quarters, heart twisting painfully in your chest. Eyes practically burn their gaze into your back as you go.

the dirty (nsfw tags: possessiveness, rough play, degradation, praise)

zoro is a one night stand that turns into two. which turns into three. which then becomes a situationship i don't make the rules

i imagine both of you manage to convince yourselves that it's what the other wants, followed with further delusions of 'i can totally do this without catching feelings'

spoiler alert: there's already feelings

this is really evident when jealousy and possessiveness slip through— zoro is particularly susceptible to fucking out his frustrations after withstanding jealousy for so long

loves to mix degradation and praise. "pretty slut" is a favorite, but new terms come into play from time to time

will play rough and leave marks, even if you have to compromise and convince him to scatter them where you can easily cover the bites and bruises up

ask him to be gentle and he'll try

You couldn't say how you'd wound up here again. The situation was familiar, one that was surely getting too comfortable to be safe— but it was hard to say no to something that felt this amazing.

Joining The Strawhats was an adventure: an exhilarating one that you could only predict in your wildest dreams. But what you've found amidst the crew was a more dangerous, more... carnal thrill.

It was unexpected, but Roronoa Zoro was beginning to be your absolute downfall.

You could— and often did, these days— find yourself getting lost in the way your bodies meld together, head swimming from the unpredictable filth that would spew from his lips.

Why did it feel so good to be called a whore? To be demeaned and then uplifted in a whirlwind of lust? It was undeniable, the way you would clench desperately around Zoro's length each time he retreated from your heat with mean taunts; and the way he'd chuckle, the sound pure sin, before filling you once more. The little praises he'd sneak in, gems among the insults, only serve as better kindling to feed the fire raging in your lower stomach.

Though you had to admit you enjoyed this as much, if not just a little more. Seeing the swordsman beneath you as you ride him, hypnotized by the occasional strain of corded muscle, settles the icky feeling that had been lingering behind your ribs earlier at the bar. When some of the women from the town your crew was visiting tried to chat him up, batting their lashes and tossing their hair.

Another obscene noise is pulled from the man below you, and you can no longer fight the urge to collide your lips with his in a brutal kiss.

It's messy, full of teeth and drool and whines that are pushed from you each time Zoro snaps his hips up just right.

"'M gonna cum," you warn after putting a few inches between your lips and his, the words rushed and desperate. It's the only chance you get before he's pulling you back into that kiss with a harsh grip on your hair— tingles of pain simply sparking into a new, unique kind of pleasure.

"Do it," Zoro hisses against your ear. "Be a good slut and say who you belong to."

Maybe it's not so crazy that his kiss feels like it's claiming you, too.

❥ vinsmoke sanji

the good

might as well start introducing yourself as royalty because you're never getting anything less from this lover boy

he will pamper you and do his best to fulfill your every whim! would serve you the universe on a shiny silver platter. no, gold! no, an entire diamond eatery set!

honestly, no one will boost you more. sanji is your number one fan and will constantly strive to make you love yourself as much as he does

you won't ever have to even fathom being undesirable because this chef will not stand for it for even a second

could list a million different characteristics he adores about you for every single negative remark you could come up with

all he asks for in return is your attention, and to be around you<3

"It looks like someone's got an admirer," came Robin's amused voice from your left, startling you from your reverie.

"Robin! You just love sneaking up on me," you dramatically sigh, recomposing yourself before making a scrunched-up expression of confusion. "Admirer?"

The archaeologist simply laughed under her breath, peering at you from over her sunglasses as she tipped them down. "I can't even say a secret admirer. I'm afraid it's quite obvious— Nami and I noticed immediately."

You weren't above pouting. "I have no clue what you're talking about."

With one brow arched, the woman pointed a delicate finger down to the table before you.

Out on the deck, a table with a fancy cloth and delicate glassware was oh-so-carefully set; and the metaphorical cherry on top was the mouth-watering delicacies stacked atop. Sanji— obviously the one behind the romantically-designed dinner— had to physically fight off the ravenous Strawhat captain as the gluttonous pirate stalked the meal like a starving predator.

Not one to turn down a delicious meal, and hating the thought of Sanji's efforts as food bodyguard against Luffy going to waste, you didn't waste time asking questions and simply enjoyed the gift. The renowned chef, all the while, gushed and cooed in the background after Luffy finally realized there was no food for him.

"C'mon, you're smarter than that. You really think he doesn't mean anything out of all this?"

Heat prickled at your cheeks. Sanji's behavior was certainly flirtatious, but it was easy to understand why outsiders would confuse it for a genuine advance. But Robin? She should've understood your fellow crewmate better.

"It's not like that. Sanji treats every woman like this!"

Robin was giving you that amused, I-know-something-you-don't expression again. "Perhaps. But I've never seen him quite so smitten with every little reaction before, either." Her gaze left yours, roaming slightly to the right, and instinctively you were turning your head to follow it.

Meeting eyes with the ship's cook, you swear your heart skips a beat as his face immediately falls into a lovesick look, eyes practically hearts as he swooned and darted to your side.

"Everything was to your satisfaction, my dear?"

the bad

regardless if you mind clinginess or not, i can guarantee even you will need a break from him at some point or another

he's happy being together every second of every day without pause. sleep, wake, eat, shower together— the more time to cherish you, the merrier, so if you want personal space... you're gonna have to break his heart

just a little bit! only for the hour, or day. he'll sulk and pout every moment you're away, not unlike a puppy.

which reminds me: you will have to keep a tight hold on this man's leash

don't get the guy wrong, a committed relationship is sacred to keep! he'll keep certain things special for just you two, however...

sanji could never ignore a gorgeous lady. single or not

beauty is meant to be admired, right? well, he'll certainly admire them

If someone asked why you'd fallen for Sanji, any other time you could give them quite the winding list of qualities your boyfriend portrayed. In fact, despite the rough day, it's with startling clarity you realize you still could list those things about him.

Sanji was sweet. Romantic. Considerate, gentlemanly, talented, and generous.

Too generous.

Sometimes you seriously questioned how you managed to develop feelings for a total pervert. It felt like you'd gone through every stage of grief with this characteristic of his: denial, bartering, depression...

Currently? You're in the anger stage and would prefer to keep a five-mile radius between yourself and the blond.

"Princess, please," Sanji's apologetic whining can be heard from behind the door, the handle remaining untouched as his mannerly side showed face: he wouldn't cross that boundary, you would open the door when you were good and ready.

You wanted to be. God, you did. But... it was just so infuriating, the way he fawned after that dancer on the street.

...However beautiful she may have been. You weren't totally spiteful, even you could admit the woman was drop-dead gorgeous.

The frown on your face only deepened. You didn't want to sound like an insolent teen: you think she's prettier than me! So instead, you decided the best option was some time and space. You could get over your jealousy, then go back to your love when you were ready.

A little voice in the back of your head nagged that would probably happen before lunchtime.

the dirty (nsfw tags: praise kink, oral & fingering, switch dynamics)

an absolute service switch. sanji is there to please, indulging in the entire experience from start to finish.

like fine dining, you don't messily inhale all the food on your plate: first you revel in the aroma, admire the texture, sift through the different flavors and how they tickle the palette

this is just a way of saying he could wax poetic about using his mouth on you

doesn't matter how— whether his tongue is between your thighs, across your skin, or between your teeth. you're a delicacy meant to be savored from top to bottom and back again, in his head

when the tables are turned and it's his pleasure at focus, though?

baby boy gets so shy, ahw

nevertheless, so needy. will not stop rambling about all the (amazing, stunning, reverent, miraculous, etc.) things you make him feel. he sings your praise until his pleasure is too much for words

Island stops were always... interesting. Some of the crew's most chaotic shenanigans stemmed from the simple dispatch of a grocery shopping trip. At this point, you counted your blessings when everyone would meet back at the ship successfully— a quick head count reassuring you that no, Zoro did not get lost again and yes, Luffy somehow managed to stay out of trouble. And if Robin didn't mysteriously disappear just to reemerge with world-toppling news?

Close to a miracle.

But nothing would best the island pit stops where you got to stay behind on the Sunny with its famous cook. There was a wonderful, honeymoon-esque bubble that would suddenly surround your world when the rest of the crew left the ship and headed into town.

Honeymoon indeed, with the way Sanji becomes so taken with you during those hours of privacy. When there's time to be used, he spans out every second to bring forth as much pleasure for you as possible.

It was nearly overwhelming, at first. You'd had the strange urge to cry, the evening had been so intimate. No one ever focused on you for so long.

Despite the time that has passed, the sentiment still lingers today.

Emotion swells inside your chest like a giant tidal wave, thighs trembling against hands that held you as though you were an offering to the heavens. Sanji had lost himself what feels like hours ago to the essence between your legs, the very first taste sending his lashes aflutter before his eyes fully closed and he divulged in his favorite feast.

He'd once told you he couldn't help it— he wanted to see your beauty for himself, but he truly lost control the moment his tongue fell upon your sex.

Goosebumps trailed in the wake of the hand that caressed down your hip to your inner thigh. The touch was featherlight before Sanji was pulling back, much to your disdain, only for that touch to drag across every slick and sensitive inch of skin he'd previously tasted.

"Just let me continue to make you feel good, baby. I can do this as long as you'd like," he coos as his fingers slip inside, curling to reach that toe-curling spot he knows will drive you crazy.

Why would you ever decline such a beautiful offer?

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who among your ocs has the worst and when i say worse, the absolute terror and flaming hot jealousy issues? Like idk, top 3 maybe? and who are the top 3 who can handle their jealousy pretty well, but still jealous?

Top 3 yandere men (my OCs) when it comes to jealousy

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Top 3: Damon So, with Damon, we got a glimpse of how he is when it comes to jealousy, right? He had this maniacal, almost serial killer vibes as he killed Jupiter. Alongside with martial artist!Darling and the person darling got too close with. His himbo persona is just a front after all. He's genuinely a scary man who's full on intent on making sure you and everybody else doesn't know of his... Tendencies. So, the more you don't know about Damon, the more of a danger he is to society. So be wise, don't make him jealous, and don't fuck it up.

Top 2: Ignatius He wants your attention all to himself. He wants to hog it, and never let go. If you forgot, he killed off half his crewmates and yours because he absolutely hated it when your attention isn't on him. It wasn't with remorse too, he just straight up made them poisoned pie without hiding the fact. Yet, he's too good of an actor that the police didn't even suspect him. He wants you only for him.

Top 1: Hades When I made Hades, he and Rowan were based on two of the seven deadly sins, with Rowan being Greed and Hades being Envy. Envy and jealousy may not be the same, but they are interconnected, woven from the same thread. And Hades is envy incarnate, and in return, jealous incarnate. It may not be prevalent, but it's what his character is supposed to be, to the point that he suspected even his own men of wanting your love and torturing them.

I genuinely didn't expect top 2 and top 3, but while I was debating to myself about my yan OCs, it felt right having them there LMAO.

Yandere men set 2 (as of Feb 14)

Top 3: Alpheus Alpheus, a man who never felt emotions nor feelings, would be clumsy at handling this newfound feelings. Meaning, he doesn't know how to reel in his actions that are now smeared with emotions. And he probably will not, since the fresh feeling of finally being able to feel was too euphoric to pass up on. So you bet your ass this man will be extremely jealous of all the people who you will talk to.

Top 2: Aeron One of this man's triggers to become the demon king was you not remembering him due to helping people other than him. He also went out of his way to corrupt the fae ring into a binding engagement ring to make sure you will never, ever take it off. So if you think about it, his overdramatic ass moaning about how you didn't remember him and being blinded by his jealousy made him from a Great Hero to the Demon King. SMH.

Top 1: Yuta This man, once revered as the greatest prosecutor, became a serial killer, just because he's jealous that your attention was focused on the mafia bosses (Rowan and Hades) your initial case had! And now, he's smiling like the damn perfect man he is because your attention is back to him. Although, I wouldn't put it pass him to not get jealous of his own serial killer persona too lol.

Okay. This one I somehow expected except for Alpheus. I was thinking of Uno, but no, the man is too secure and overconfident of his own charm to be that level of jealous. Also Viper and Orion, but no. They're not on the same level as these guys.

All in all

Top 3: Aeron

Top 2: Hades

Top 1: Yuta

"Why Yuta and not Hades?"

Honestly, their positions are interchangable. But the reason why Yuta is in number one is due to their background and nature, and not their jealousy level (I know, sounds not right, but I swear I have a reason.)

Hades is envy incarnate, also jealousy. That made his character explainable as to why he has pretty high jealousy levels. He's also a bad guy, a man that crosses with the law.

But Yuta? Yuta is a prosecutor. A man of the law, somebody who upholds it and makes sure all those who opposes meet a fate behind bars. So what happens if he becames thoroughly jealous to the point that he's willing to become the enemy he swore to never be in front of lady justice just because? It's a juxtaposition, and honestly the best option. It goes against his supposed to be morals! (Thanks to 🌼anon for giving me the idea for Yuta! Yuta wouldn't be here w/o them!)

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Hey! I was just wondering if you could do reader breaking their ankle at Volleyball practice with the Msby four?? You don't have to!! Just a random thing bc I broke my ankle doing a set wrong lol. Love ur Blog!!

-👹

I will be referring to you as Demon Senpai, because of the emoji you used and i adore Yaku.

I didn’t know if you wanted platonic, or something like my WWE fic, but I did this and I hope it’s okay, but I can do another one too.

The sickening crack echoed through the gym, most of the other MSBY players having cleared out by now. Sakusa’s head snapped over from where he stood at the bleachers chugging his water bottle down, praying to every god he’d ever heard of that it was Atsumu.

But the lack of whining replaced by a string of apologies being shouted in the familiar accent, followed by the two most hyper players screaming like someone had been murdered, told him what he already knew in his chest. His feet thudded the floor as he sprinted back to where you were curled up on yourself, clutching your calf in your hands as you looked horrified at your own ankle. He shoved Atsumu out of the way when the setter seemed determined to figure out the issue himself, Sakusa knelt at your side, “Y/N,” your eyes shot over to his, trying and failing to stifle the tears that built up, “I’m going to pick you up, okay, love? I need to carry you to the medic.” The pain you were in kept either of you from registering the pet name.

“No, Kiyoomi, I’m all sweaty. You just showered, you’ll hate getting sweat all over you again.” His heart clenched. He could see how much pain you were in, your ankle already swelling and turning an ugly purple color, but you were worried about his discomfort. It was why he loved you.

Without a word, he shifted his arms under your knees and around your torso, hoisting you into his chest, “Don’t worry about me, idiot. Let’s get you to a doctor.”

Atsumu felt like absolute garbage, ending his extra practice as soon as you’d gotten hurt. You were his friend, and he knew Sakusa- he shuddered. He didn’t want to think about whatever Sakusa was going to do to him in retaliation for hurting his “not-a-crush-because-I’m-an-adult” crush. The faux blonde paled when Hinata ran back in the room, announcing that your ankle was casted. He was debating on hiding when Bokuto followed Hinata into the gym, telling him that Sakusa was helping you back.

The gym was absolute chaos when you entered, arm hooked around Sakusa’s shoulders at his insistence when he realized you were determined to hop on one foot to get your stuff. Not because he wanted you to hold onto him, no you shook that thought from your head right away, no sense in getting your hopes up.

Sakusa helped you onto the bench, making you promise to stay put as he moved to the locker room to collect your gym bag. Atsumu almost felt like he could die on the spot when Sakusa glared at him as he passed- the blonde was pretty sure the spiker was who people had in mind when they said ‘if looks could kill’.

You barely had time to register there was someone in front of you before Bokuto and Hinata were jumping around, careful in a way they usually weren’t so they didn’t jostle your leg, “Guys, guys, I’m okay. Really. Just a minor break. I’ll be back on the court before you know it.”

“You absolutely will not.” You looked up at Sakusa’s glare, cringing a little to yourself. “The doctor told you at least three weeks with the cast, and another three of working the ankle before you set foot on the court again.”

You pouted, looking down at the mentioned cast and missing the way his eyes softened with sympathy and worry, “Can you guys at least sign this stupid thing? I hate it already. Looks so plain.”

Sakusa rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He stepped over to his own bag, pulling out a marker and handing it to Hinata first, who wrote his name larger than nicer with a doodle of a sun, and then Bokuto who drew an owl instead of writing his name at all. Sakusa signed next, writing a short message in his neat scrawl, ‘Just remember to smile.’ before signing his name.

“Atsumu!” You called to the blonde that hadn’t stepped foot near you since you got back, “Aren’t you going to sign it?” Sakusa made a noise of protest, not only because it was Atsumu’s need for extra practice that got you hurt, but because he hated witnessing how close the two of you were sometimes. The setter made his way over in a silence that wasn’t familiar with him, glancing at Sakusa after reading his message, before grabbing the marker with a smirk.

You felt your skin blaze when you saw what he’d written. ‘Just ask him out already’ with an arrow pointing to Sakusa’s name. You glared at your best friend, “You asshole. You said you wouldn’t say anything.”

“And I didn’t. Not a word left ma lips.”

“Say anything about what?” You closed your eyes, not wanting to face Sakusa and the rejection and loss of friendship you expected to follow.

“Ya can’t be that dumb with how much ya yell at me fer bein’ stupid, Omi-Omi. Y/N likes ya.” The setter smirked at you, “There, now I said something.”

You lunged at him, almost toppling to the floor when you only had one leg of support. The only thing that stopped you was the spiker’s hands catching your waist. “Do you?”

Unable to look him in the eye, you nodded, staring at the floor. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t see it, but Sakusa rolled his eyes with a fond smile hidden behind his mask, “The only thing you should be sorry for is worrying me, idiot.” He helped you position your crutches as you stared at him dumbfounded, grabbing your bag with his and gesturing you toward the door.

“Where are we going?”

He glanced at you as the other players watched in shock, “Getting take out, then heading to my place for a movie. Ordinarily I’d take you out for our first date, but we’ll save that for after you heal.” You felt like your heart was going to explode when he winked, scrambling to catch up on your crutches.

Masterlist

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO nah dw abt embarrassing me it must be done….Id rather you see it than have me send it to someone who doesn’t match my freak and have them think im insane

Omg Karasu in the lead?? Guys…….Mira you’ve fr cultivated Karasu nation LMAOO but no you’re so right I remember seeing a poll awhile ago from someone and ofc there were the fan faves like Nagi Reo Kaiser as options and I was shocked to see Karasu there?? Ofc he was dead last in the results but not unexpected ig….also BAROU THIRD GUYS!!!! Barouism rising too??

No seriously Isagi would be sooo cooked if Nagi wasn’t there….trust I know that Nagi goal in u20 is gonna make him skyrocket I’m imagining all the edits to it now LMAO

It’s just the miraverse of content….new genre it’s called “would Mira watch this?” The parallels do go hard though I wasn’t expecting to find so many LOL

HAAHA SHIDOU lowk that’d be really funny….imagine like a 200k wc fic of Shidou shenanigans and sus quotes

Maybe I’ve been too desensitized because when you said too extreme I was expecting a lot more violence LMAO you got the perfect amount though I think when you said extreme I was thinking of Shidou level oops

NO FR?? Like he’s not gonna ever take the top spot but lowk I’ve grown to appreciate him….youre so right though LOLL closeted sweetheart >>> closeted asshole bro wait the grape candy scene was so cute I forgot to mention….its so funny how he kinda just gives it to her without saying anything about it like how people would do secret deals or something but no it’s just grape candy LMAOOO

THREE bro….the aura is crazy…to the dude who wanted your insta you should’ve been like “if you buy me a $50 cupcake I’ll give it to you” /j lowk investing in a bodyguard does not sound like a bad idea tho

OOOOOOH very excited for everything….also the whole masterlist layout for the oaeu>>>>>>>> the visuals look so CLEAN omg but guys look it’s aiku on Mira’s blog!!!! I saw the poll and have not touched it like wdym I’m supposed to choose???? Let’s see if I can be decisive for once but just know I was debating between tabieitaken and barou….speaking of im kinda curious to see which idea of mine will spark inspiration first LMAO take ur time tho im being so well fed with everything in the lineup so far

Im also laughing missing the cutoff is so funny to me because (unless I didn’t read something) it’s like if you didn’t safely get something in before the impending arrival of aiku you’re in for the long ride LMAOOOO

Ok actually real time update I just put them into a random generator to pick and voted LOL because there’s no way I’m deciding in time but I needed to show some opinion somehow….ok but anyways the main point I came back for was why is Nagi tied with your vote tracking option LMFAOOOOO I’m ngl I’ve never set up a poll here what’s the purpose of that…I just know that people aren’t supposed to pick it but I’m crying why does it have more votes than otoya and yuki

- Karasu anon

HAHA okay that is fair i will def keep you posted on any future typos 🤩 honestly they add to the experience though i mean what is a translator without occasional goofs (/j but also as someone who read a 1.5 million word novel translated online from korean #orv i am very used to wading through odd phrasing to get to the heart of a story so ngl sometimes my mind just skips over typos entirely and i don’t even notice)

unfortunately karasu nation has fallen…he’s in second now (w barou as a very close third) because SAE ITOSHI has a healthy lead 😭 honestly it was expected that man just has too many fans 😓 and most of the other characters on there aren’t AS popular (i’m sure there would’ve been more of a split if rin kaiser or isagi were included but honestly none of them were screaming oaeu to me…sae is kinda in the same category as them for me but he had strong oaeu potential hence why he’s included despite not being a miraverse all star like nagi karasu and barou)

I AM SOOO HYPE FOR THE EDITS PLSSS karasu and otoya edits from third selection?? nagi edits from the u20 game?? BAROU EDITS FROM THE U20 GAME 🤤⁉️ AHHH it’s going to be so good i just know those editors are going to cook up so many delicious concepts i’m actually hype (barely one more month we’re so close!!) and LMAOO no literally iirc nagi scored like four of the five goals against barou and naruhaya or something like if he hadn’t done that isagi would’ve had the naruhaya treatment and been out for good 😭 tik tok fans forgetting who the og goat of bllk was 😢 okay but honestly that’s why i love having nagi AND barou as my favs because one or the other is always up!! truly no losing there (and bllk bros automatically respect anyone who loves barou because most of them are barou glazers as if barou is ANYTHING like them 😒)

i guess part of it is also probably just kaneshiro using typical character archetypes too?? like girly dude white haired dude flirty dude etc etc the nagi dragon art was insane work though like what was the reason for that except to cater to us specifically

nah because yk i’d cook even for shidou 😭 but he would not be my first choice (or my second, or third, so on and so forth) HAHA he’s just a bit too chaotic plus like we’ve mentioned i don’t really find him too attractive even though ik some people do?? LMAOO omg idt i could ever write a character as violent as him especially not kiyora…like he’s chill for the most part just not hesitant to punch someone if needed i guess is how i interpreted it?? whereas shidou would just do it for funsies

I HAD FUN WRITING THE GRAPE CANDY SCENE IT JUST FELT SO HIM like the way he gives her a piece after she successfully swallows a pill as if she’s a dog or smth it’s just so innocent 😭 meanwhile reader is like “wow our tongues will match 😏” FBXJFKDS and him writing his number on the empty box so he doesn’t have to throw it away OR actually give her his number in person for fear of rejection…kiyora my underrated goat fr 🥹

JFNFJDDJSJ PLSSS just drop a quick “erm have i known you since you were four years old?? yeah i didn’t THINK so!!” and move on…i fear writing has made my standards very high hence why i’ve never been in a relationship but you’ll never catch me settling fr 🥱 if they’re not like bfb karasu or peregrine nagi or white butterfly hiori I DON’T WANT THEM 🤣 or ig someone like seabird sae would work too HAHA i’ll sacrifice the pining for a man w money and a sense of humor 🤩

OMG YAYYY I’M GLAD YOU LIKE IT i was inspired by those dollar store self help books as well as rom com movie covers when i was making it and i think it turned out well!! and then i saw one of the graphics accounts i follow had posted the green and purple hearts divider and i was like holy shit this is PERFECT it matches so so well w his entire aesthetic…also peep oliver and aiku being diff colors like his heterchromia 😮 LMAOO genuinely this is probably aiku’s first appearance on my blog (besides his cameo in the last part of fwtkac) but ahhh i’m trying to figure out which req to do next myself!! i have a few to choose from so there’s def a bit of variety…i’m thinking of your requests i’ll probably do chigiri?? because barou is part of the oaeu and idk if i feel connected enough to bachira to write for him yet 🙂‍↕️

NFJDBXSNK no because that’s literally what it is…after the gagamaru req my inbox was pretty stagnant in terms of new reqs so i was like ok let me just get these ones cleared out and then i’ll go back to posting my own things again as well 😭 literally the two hiori requests are from my 500 follower event so from back in JUNE like i need to wrap these up and post them 😭 but idm making the newer ones wait like they can go on the crazy oaeu ride w all of us in the meantime 😩

OMG WHO DID YOU END UP VOTING FOR (unless you want to keep it a secret because if so i understand 🫡) also omg that annoys me sm like fr a pet peeve…basically no one can see the results of a poll until they vote but that includes the creator of the poll?? so if you don’t want to skew the results you just make another option so you can keep track of the poll while it’s still open 🤩 but i absolutely HATE when people pick that option like are you seriously that desperate to know the answer that you pick the option that literally says it’s only for me?? it doesn’t matter what you put people will vote on it but it’s so annoying ughhhh i can’t stop putting it because i’m nosy and like to know what’s going on with the poll in real time but it fr irritates me that people pick it like literally just choose a random option if it’s that deep 😒 i think part of what annoys me is like it so clearly says don’t pick it…and then people still pick it…like were you all dropped on the heads as children or smth…ANYWAYS sorry i feel like i’m so chill normally but there’s random things that genuinely make me crash out for no reason 😭 ALSO POOR YUKI AND OTOYA they’re still behind the FOR MIRA ONLY OPTION (me rn: 🤬😡) atp i’m not going to do polls anymore…like damn sorry i tried to get you all involved why are you being stupid and illiterate rn

actually tbh it’s not that deep idk why it enrages me sm 😰 but uhhh i fear it does for some reason

[jungkooksfallenangel]

did that hurt? | jjk

pairing: non-idol jk x female reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: Jungkook never thought you being cornered by a drunk guy in a bar would give him an opening to finally let you know how he feels about you at 2am.

word count: 4K

warnings: Drunk guy being creepy but nothing graphic. Someone gets punched and someone gets slapped in the face but nothing graphic.

a/n: Hello! This is my first jk fic and im really excited about it! If you know me from my other blog thank you for following me here to support me. If you are new to me, hello! As an army I obviously feel very inspired by our favorite 7 boys so I’m super happy to have finally made this account after debating it for a while. I hope you like it! This a lot longer than I thought it would be so im sorry about that! Idk if longer ones are annoying or not.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It could be fun.” you look up from your book, meeting big brown bunny eyes looking at you. 

“I appreciate the invitation Jungkook, but I don’t think so.” 

He takes a seat on your bed next to you, letting out a little huff. “Come on y/n, you should get out and have some fun more often,” he pouts,  “you read too much.” he says as he takes the book out of your hand, folding the page you are on and tossing the book on your bed somewhere out of your reach.

You sit up, whining “Hey, I was reading that!” 

“Not anymore!” he laughs, “Come on, Tae said he will pick your outfit and everything!” he says pulling at your wrist, trying to drag you out of bed without dislocating your arm.  

“Jungkook…” 

 “I promise I will make sure you have a good time. We are just going to go for a little while and no one is gonna be getting super drunk or anything. Just to get out and take a break from work to listen to some music.” You give him a ‘seriously?’ look, “I will buy you all the bar french fries you want.”

You give him a questioning look, “Really?”

He flashes that bunny smile, he's got you, “I promise.”

“Ugh…” you groan, “Fine. Fine, I'll go!”

“Yay!” he says yanking you towards him, throwing you over his shoulder carrying you to the living room.

“JUNGKOOK PUT ME DOWN!” You yell, laughing and punching his back as you both make your way to the living room.

He laughs with you, “Your punches are getting better, they almost hurt! You are really improving!”

“Jungkook, why are you torturing her?" You hear Namjoon ask from the armchair in the corner of the living room.

“She said she will go with us!” Jungkook happily states, ignoring Namjoon, carefully setting you down on the couch between Jimin and Tae as he goes to sit on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

“Thank goodness, Jimin said he would cry if you didn’t come with us.” 

“Shut up Tae, I wasn’t going to cry.” Jimin argues as he pulls you in for a hug, pulling you away from Tae, “Don’t lie to her.”

“What? I am not lying. I literally heard you tell Hobi if she doesnt come and have fun you will cry!”

“Do you wanna die?” Jimin says to Tae with a straight face. 

You put your arms around Jimin, giggling at their bickering. 

“Okay, that is enough from you two.” Jin speaks up as he walks in from the kitchen. 

You finally speak up, “Where are Yoongi and Hobi?”

“Hobi went to pry Yoongi away from work. As expected, it's taking a while.” Namjoon says. 

You feel Tae tap your shoulder, you turn to look at him “Did Jungkook tell you I would pick your outfit?” 

“Yes he did.” Tae smiles at your answer, “My closet is yours.” you say, watching his eyes light up. 

“You won’t regret it, I'm sure of it.” he says very seriously, before he gets up and hastily makes his way to your room.

As he leaves Yoongi and Hobi enter the living room, “Did anyone make coffee?” Yoongi asks.

“It's 9pm.” Jin deadpans. 

“Okay? Did anyone make any?” he asks again.

Jin matches his attitude, “No.” 

Hobi interjects, “We are going out, you can have a beer. That will wake you up.” 

Yoongi just groans, taking Tae’s seat on the couch. 

“What time are we going?” You ask.

“I was thinking in an hour.” Jungkook answers.

You detangle yourself from Jimin, which he pouts at, before making your way to your room to see if Tae has made progress with your outfit. Jungkook follows after you.

“Did you pick anything Tae?” you ask.

He peeks his head out of your closet with a big smile, “Yes, and I think you are going to love it! What am I saying? Of course you will.” he walks over and places the clothes on your bed, leaving quickly to let you change. 

Jungkook walks over to the bed, looking at what Tae has picked, lingering for a moment.

“Jungkook?” 

“Hm?” 

“What are you doing?” you laugh.

He looks confused, “What do you mean? I'm not doing anything?” 

“I need to change.”

You watch the light go on in his head, “Oh! Oh, sorry…I should get changed too.” He stumbles towards your bedroom door, but before he shuts it he turns back, “You better not take too long, or sneak out to avoid going!”

You say nothing, just grab a throw pillow from your bed, throwing it at Jungkook. He manages to catch the pillow, throwing it onto your floor, laughing as he shuts your door.

****

“Is everyone ready to go?” You hear Namjoon ask as you walk down the hall approaching the living room. 

When you round the corner, Tae excitedly runs over to you. He grabs your hands, lifting them so he can see how the outfit looks, “See? Am I good or what?” he says proudly, making everyone else turn to look at you as they are all putting their coats on. 

Tae lets your hands drop to your sides, “Give us a spin!”

“Taeeeee!” you groan, a little embarrassed by the request.

“Oh come on! We have to admire the outfit entirely! Come on….” he trails off as he grabs your right hand, pushing on your left shoulder to initiate a spin.

You groan again, just doing it knowing he wont let it go, “I hate you.”

“See? Was that so difficult?” Tae asks with a teasing smirk, making all the boys chuckle.

“Yes, yes it was extremely difficult.” You say as you rip your hand from his, making the boys laugh even harder at Tae’s shocked and dramatic face. 

Jungkook makes his way over to you, handing you your jacket, helping you put it on. He is amused at your disgruntled expression, “You do look beautiful…” he says as he turns you to face him, your eyes wide in reaction to the compliment “So don’t be too harsh on him. Ok?” 

You look at him for a moment, letting out a huff, “Fine.” making him smile. “I'm ready to go and get french fries.”

“Good, let's go then. Get this over with.” Yoongi speaks up impatiently. 

“Don’t act like you don’t like drinking Yoongi.” J-Hope says, making Yoongi scoff.

“I do like drinking, I just would prefer to drink at home. Instead of being in charge of watching all of you.”

“You don't have to watch anyone because no one is getting out of control tonight, it's a low key kinda night.” Namjoon assures him. 

“That means you Tae.” Jin says, looking Tae in the eyes with a stern look.

“Yeah, Tae!” Jimin agrees, “I don’t wanna have to carry you out this time.” 

“Why do I feel like I'm just being targeted tonight? This is ridiculous.” he mumbles as he buttons up his coat, as you head out the door.

****

You are all sitting in a big booth, it's been about two hours since you got here and everyone is just relaxing, listening to the music and drinking their drinks.

You are sitting between Jimin and Jungkook, on your third order of fries. You are just thumb wrestling with Jimin when you feel Jungkook scoot closer to you. You look at him for a second out of the corner of your eye, seeing his eyes are not on you so you chose to just ignore it. 

After a few more minutes he slings his arm over the back of the booth, tucking you into his side, “Jungkook are you ok?” 

His eyes move away from his target to turn to look at you, you see him chewing on the inside of his cheek, “Yeah, im fine.” 

You raise your brow, “Are you sure?”  his eyes return to where they were looking, you feel his body tense.

“It's just…” he starts, turning back to you, “This guy has been looking at you the whole  time, ok? It's giving me the creeps.”

You feel your heart squeeze at his words, “I appreciate that Jungkook, but you do know I'm capable of rejecting someone right?”

His eyes widened, “Yes of course! I didn't mean that you couldn't! I just thought–”

“Jungkook!” You interrupt, “It's okay I'm not mad. I just don’t want you to feel like you need to protect me all the time.”

He smiles sheepishly, “I promised I would make sure you have a good time! That includes scaring off guys.”

“I am having a good time, Don’t worry. You kept your promise.” You say smiling, grabbing another french fry to prove your point, but before you could put it in your mouth Jungkook grabs it with his teeth, snatching it out of your hand.

“Hey!” you shriek, while Jungkook dies laughing, “That's it! You broke your promise! I am no longer having a good time.” You say as you get up to leave the table.

“No, Don’t go, I'm sorry I couldn't help myself.” he says through his laughing,  grabbing your wrist gently, “I'll buy you more!”

“I'm not leaving, I have to use the restroom.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No it's okay I won't be long. Be right back.”

He nods, letting go of your wrist. You make your way towards the bathroom, which is at the end of a hallway around the corner from the main bar area. You go in, thankfully it's not crowded so you don't have to wait. When you exit the bathroom you look down for a second to check your outfit, you feel someone approaching you.

“Hi.” he says.

“Hi.” you say politely, moving to step around him to walk away. He moves in front of you again, blocking your path, swaying a little.

“Y-you are very p-pretty.” he says slurring his words, clearly he is drunk.

You smile again, trying to be nice. “Thank you.” 

He looks at you for a minute, not saying anything. You use this time to step around him again, another attempt to leave.

He grabs your arm pulling you back, “W-where are y-you going?”

You tug at your arm, trying to free it, “Back to my friends, 7 of them.” he just stares at you, “let go of my arm. Please”

Instead of saying anything, he grabs your other arm and pushes you back against the nearest wall, “I d-don’t want you t-to l-leave.”

You take a breath, trying to be logical, trying not to panic. “Look I'm sorry, I'm not interested.” 

His grip tightens on your arms, holding you there. Again, not saying anything, just eyeing you.

“I will punch you.” you say,  your best to sound confident, “If you don’t let me go in three seconds I will punch you.” you warn.

You count in your head, 

One. still not moving.

Two. He begins to lean in closer.

Three.

You knee him between the legs, pulling your fist back, letting it go hitting him in the face.

“OW!” you say grabbing your hand, not realizing how much hitting someone's face would hurt. 

You expected him to give up and walk away. What you didn’t expect was an open palm coming in contact with your cheek. 

****

JUNGKOOK’S POV

"She has been gone a while. I Wonder if maybe there was a line in the restroom", I think to myself, knowing girls' bathrooms sometimes have that issue. I look down at my phone again to check how much time has passed.

“Jungkook, why do you keep checking your phone?” Jin asks, making everyone look at me.

“Don’t you think y/n has been gone too long? She said she wouldn't take long.” I ask.

“There was probably a line.” Yoongi offers, but It doesn't make me feel any better.

My eyes turn towards the restrooms, waiting for her to appear from around the corner…until I notice something out of the corner of my eye. The guy that had been staring at her isn't at his table anymore. I scan the room, looking to find the guy, thinking he just got up to get another drink or something. I don't see him anywhere. Something doesn't feel right. I shoot up from my seat, starting to panic, “Jungkook, what's wrong?” I hear Namjoon ask, but before I can answer Im running towards the hallway she disappeared into. 

I hope my instincts are wrong, I really do. I hear a sound echo through the hallway as I round the corner, and then I see her on the ground, holding her cheek. The rest of the boys soon appear behind me with shocked and angry looks on their faces.

My vision goes red, I run over to the guy grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him against the opposite wall, causing the man to hit it and fall down, yelling in pain. I so badly want to beat the hell out of him, but I know that if I start I won't be able to stop and I will kill him, and she doesn’t need to see that. Y/n is my first priority. 

I make my way to her, kneeling down so she can see my face clearly, to know she is safe now. “Are you okay?” 

She looks up at me with angry, tear filled eyes and my heart shatters. I immediately pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her protectively, trying to shield her from all the prying eyes that have gathered at all the commotion. I hear Namjooon talking to security behind me as security grabs the man, taking him outside to get him out and away from her. 

Jin approaches, penetrating the little bubble I created as he kneels down next to us, “Do you want them to call the police? Press charges?” He asks her.

I look down at her, her head nuzzled in my chest, nodding no. I make eye contact with Jin for a second before Jin speaks to her again, “Are you sure y/n?”

She nods yes. 

“Do you wanna go home?” I ask her gently, feeling her nod yes again. “Okay, let's go home.” I turn to jimin, “Do you have her coat and bag?” Jimin nods, hastily making his way over to us.

“I'm gonna help you stand up, ok?” I grab her arms, helping her to her feet, holding on to her when I notice her legs are a little shaky. 

Jimin gives me her bag, I sling it over my arm so I can help Jimin slide her arms into the jacket before zipping it up for her.

“Yoongi and Hobi went to bring the cars around.” I hear Tae say.

I nod, going to start walking, noticing she isn't moving, “Y/n?” I ask concerned, “Are you okay?” She nods yes, but im not convinced by the look on her face. I exchange a look with Jimin and Tae, before I hand Jimin her bag. 

I slip one arm under her knees, one around her back, lifting her up bridal style into my arms, holding her firmly against my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I feel my chest tighten as she clings to me, “Is this ok?” once again she nods, “Let's go home.” I whisper to her as I carry her out of the bar.

****

You say nothing the whole way home, just listening to Jimin and Tae bicker as Yoongi drives. 

You feel Jungkook's eyes on you the entire ride, concern and anger all over his face, his hand touching your arm every few minutes just to remind you he is there as you stare out the window.

When you all get home you go straight upstairs, leaving all the boys concerned as they watch you wordlessly leave to shower off the night and put on comfy clothes so you can go to bed. 

You get ready for bed, the house sounding quiet as you guess the events of tonight made everyone feel weird so everyone must have gone to bed. You turn off the lights, crawling into bed and pulling the covers all the way up to your chin. 

About an hour goes by, you just staring up at the ceiling, mind reeling with too many thoughts to be able to sleep. You let out a huff as you get up from the bed, slipping your feet into your slippers and making your way to the kitchen to get some water. 

You open the cabinet next to the fridge, trying to reach your favorite cup, but you are a bit too short to reach it.

“Do you need help?’ a voice startles you, turning around to see Jungkook, “Do you want me to get your cup?” he asks. You nod yes, moving out of the way so he can get to the cabinet.

He reaches up, easily reaching your cup, handing it to you, “Here.” he hands it to you.

“Thank you.” you said, a bit timid, but it makes him smile nonetheless to hear your voice.

He just observes you happily as you get water, happy to just see you walking around, looking normal. The moonlight coming through the kitchen window illuminates the room just enough for him to notice your bruised hand.

“What happened to your hand? Why is it bruising?” he walks over to you, waiting for your answer. He hears you mumble something under your breath that he can’t quite hear, “What did you say?” 

“I punched him in the face…” you admit, not making eye contact, looking down at your water “That's why he hit me.”

“Let me see your hand.” he says with his hand outstretched for you.

You shrug, taking a step away, “It’s fine.” 

He takes a step towards you, “Show me then.” he challenges.

He watches as you place your cup on the counter, taking another step back. 

He lets out a knowing laugh, “We are not doing this y/n, show me your hand.”

As he expected, you took off running to the living room. “Now is not the time!” he shouts, laughing as he chases after you.

You know you can’t out run him, so you just hide behind the couch since all the lights are off. 

“We are playing this game now? Fine. You know this will be quick.” he says with determination, not willing to lose. 

You hear his footsteps approaching, before you can think about taking off again, “I gotcha!” he grabs your waist pulling you back into him, wrapping his arms around and lifting you up and carrying you back into the kitchen as you just laugh and wiggle in his arms.

He sets you on top of the counter with both hands flat on the counter on either side of your thighs, trapping you from running off again. 

He gently grabs your bruised hand, cradling it carefully in his big hands to observe it, “It's bruising pretty bad, and your knuckles are swollen. Does it hurt?” he asks.

“A little bit.” you answer honestly.

“Can you make a fist for me?” you nod, doing what he asks. “Ok, can you open it and stretch your fingers out?” you do, and he smiles, “Ok you can relax it now.” he says, placing your hand gently on your thigh. 

He makes his way to the fridge, opening the freezer grabbing an ice pack. He grabs a tea towel from a nearby drawer, wrapping the ice pack in it. He makes his way back to you placing the ice pack on your hand, holding it there, you wince.

“You must have got him good, huh?”

You shrug, “I guess.”

He breathes out a gentle laugh, “You punched him without breaking your hand, that means you punched him properly. I told you you were getting better, didn’t I?” he pauses for a moment, “I'm really proud of you.”

That makes you look up at him, feeling your face heat up, “Proud of me?” 

He smiles, “Mhmm…” he adjusts the ice pack, “You defended yourself, of course I am proud.” his smile fades, “I'm just sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I’m sorry I convinced you to come with us when you didn’t want to. I am a terrible friend.”

“It’s okay Kook. It’s not your fault.” you assure him.

“I should have walked you to the bathroom, none of this would have happened.”

Your heart aches as you see the guilt on his face. “You did protect me. You teach me how to punch and kick, those skills protected me tonight. You protected me Kook.”

His heart swells as he looks into your eyes, admiring how they stare back at him. He moves in closer, breath fanning over your face. You don't think he has ever been this close to you. He lifts his free hand to grab your chin between his fingers, tilting it to get a good look at the cheek that creep dared to make contact with. “Is your cheek okay? It's still a little red.” you wince a little bit when he cups your cheek, catching you off guard, “Is the skin sensitive?” you nod yes, he nods back in acknowledgement.

You observe him as looks at your cheek, running his thumb lightly over it, “Does that hurt?” 

“No.” you answer in a whisper.

He leans in even closer, your heart picks up as you can feel his breath on your cheek. You freeze as his lips brush up against your cheek, hovering there before lightly pressing them against your cheek. 

He pulls away after a moment, keeping his face close, “Was that okay?” he whispers.

You nod, making him smile sweetly as he notices that you don't make any effort to move away from him. 

You stare into his starry eyes as he lets go of the ice pack on your hand, lifting that hand up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear so he can fully cup your face in his hands.

You wince when his cold hand reaches your face, “Cold.” you whisper, your face red with embarrassment.

“Sorry.” He removes his cold hand, bringing it to his mouth to breathe on it for a few seconds before he places it back on your cheek, “Better?”

“Mhm.” You nod, not trusting your voice, too lost in him. Lost in the feeling of his hands on you, his face so close to yours, breath fanning over your face.

He leans in once again. His body now fully pressed up against yours as he stands between your legs, your heart is beating out of your chest.

He gives you one last look before he closes his eyes, gently pressing his lips against yours, making all the tension leave your body. You kiss him back and can feel him smile against your lips. His hands move, tangling lightly into your hair deepening the kiss. After about five minutes, he reluctantly pulls away from you, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes closed. 

You think you hear him say something, but your blood is pounding in your ears you don’t hear him at first, “Hm?” the only thing you can say in your hazy post-kiss state.

He opens his eyes, pulling his head back just enough so he can see your glossed over eyes, and flushed face “Did that hurt?” he repeats.

Not trusting your voice, you just nod no.

He gently laughs at your state as he smooths your hair where he messed it up.  

You zone out staring at him, wondering how we got here. You always wondered if Jungkook ever had feelings for you the way you have feelings for him, but you never had the guts to ask. The way he just kissed you, you don’t need to ask, he just finally showed you how he feels about you in the best way he knows how.

 Your thoughts are interrupted as you feel yourself being lifted off the counter, your legs wrapped around Jungkook’s waist as you instinctively throw your arms around him, shoving your face into his neck, “What are you doing?” you mumble into his neck.

“Taking you to bed? What else would I be doing? You had a long night, you need to get some sleep.” 

He carries you to your room, walking in and shutting the door with his foot. He sets you on  your bed, pulling back the covers so you to crawl under. He kicks his slippers off and you give him a questioning look, “What?” he says when he notices you looking at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Too many questions!” he says dramatically as he crawls into your bed next to you, “I was going to join you, is that ok?” he asks, a little worried, hoping he didn't overstep.

“Yes, It’s ok.” You answer, making him smile and wiggle around happily as he gets comfy, putting his arms around you to pull you in so you can lay your head on his chest. He pulls the blanket up over your shoulders, moving your hair from your face before wrapping his strong arms around you, causing you to nuzzle deeper into him.

“I’ll protect you from now on, I promise. I keep my promises.” he assures you.

“Mkay Kook.” you answer sleepily.

“I also promise there's LOTS of more kisses coming your way…just so you know, I hope you are prepared to handle me.” You can hear the smirk on his face.

Your face heats up all over again, playfully hitting him in the chest with your bad hand, instantly regretting it as you wince. “You really got to be careful y/n.” he scolds, grabbing your hand “What am I going to do with you?” he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the bruises. 

You say nothing as he does so, he can feel your body sinking into him again, going limp as you start relaxing again. He lowers your hand onto his chest, leaving it there as he engulfed you in his arms once again. Smiling down at you curled up into him.

“Goodnight, angel.”

"Goodnight, Kook."

[citrusluvr]

07.06.2024

wow. its been a while huh.

well ive started my a level exams. im also almost done with them i guess? i have three papers left across two days so thats something at least. i think ive done really well in psychology to be honest!! sociology has been going okay, im a bit worried about paper three though. it felt like we simultaneously rushed through and took too long on the crime and deviance topic. i have to be isolated during the day next week since two of my exams clash and i have to take one early. at least ill be done with sociology then! i have two maths papers left - i already know statistics and mechanics isnt going to go great so hopefully paper two goes well! i think paper one went okayish.

ive started collecting ceramics from charity shops which i love! ill try and put some photos up at some point. i want to get a cd player soon. i love cds! when i get a job after i go travelling i want to get a pc as well hopefully. ive never had a pc! i want to burn some cds but my laptop doesnt have a cd port.

speaking of travelling, i go really soon!! its only two and a half weeks away!!! im so excited!!!! i still need to pay some mandatory fees, but ive booked all my hostels and eurostar tickets, and got my interrail pass as well. i need to practice packing my backpack this weekend! hopefully everything fits.. i need to fix my camera as well! time to go find a tiny screwdriver.

i havent really been doing much else. ive gone out a few times with my friends which is nice! i have a nice small group of friends from college, and we all go to spoons every now and then which is fun :) im going to miss when they go off to uni :(

everything is a bit hectic at the moment with the upcoming genny lec (general election for non brits). everyone keeps talking about taccy vs (tactical voting) but i feel like people should just vote for who they want right? i like one of the minor parties more, and even though they are unlikely to win i still want to show that i support them and their policies. i get why people are saying to vote tactically but there is no doubt in my opinion that there will be a change in government. im tired of all the minor parties being ignored though. there was a tv debate the other day that literally only included the leaders of the two major parties.. which then led to the integrity of politics being questioned altogether. the first past the post system just doesnt work in this country anymore (not sure that it ever worked anyway).

i should do this more often. ive been writing and deleting for a while, since some of the stuff felt a bit too personal to post online publicly. it still felt good to get it out though! helps me reflect a bit. i like speaking out into the void. its not like anyone reads this anyway :)

by the time i make another blog post it will probably be after the election. see u on the other side!

-🍋

[treadmilltreats]

Social media trolls

It's amazing how so many people out in the social media world have something to say about everything. Now I realize that when you are out here, no matter if you're an influencer or writer or a public figure, you are put out there for scrutiny by everybody. You put your life out there, and that's what happens, so you better be ready.

Here's the question: Why do they do it? What's the reasoning behind it? Is it because they always have to be right? Do they like to put other people down? Would they have big enough balls to say that to somebody face to face?

Yeah, I doubt that, behind a computer screen, everybody has big balls, in person... Yeah, not so much.

The internet trolls came after me recently. If you know me or follow me you know that I write about all kinds of things. I wrote this article about why men lie. Now, I am writing this article from my point of view about the men I have dated in the past. Don't get me wrong, I know women lie all the time. I've even admitted to being a liar in my marriage, but it's obvious they didn't read that blog.

But this was an article about dating, and I have never dated a woman, so I can't speak about how women lie in a relationship that they are in.

I can only talk about me, about what I've been through. This is my experience, but that doesn't matter because here comes the haters, ripping me apart about how women lie too and what's wrong with me, how stupid I was to say this.

Even when I stated yet again that this was only my point of view, it didn't matter. The next article I wrote was about the dangers of online dating. I had been watching the show about these women who were killed by men they met on online dating. Again, they came after me saying I was paranoid? Did I think every man out there was going to kill me on a dating app? Again, with how stupid I was and that I watched too much TV.

Seriously, these MFs have nothing better to do than say shit to put people down.

I was giving tips to other women who were maybe not familiar with online dating or maybe just needed a reminder of what could happen. Hello! This has obviously happened to other women in the past, and because of that, it makes me stupid? That makes me paranoid? All because I am giving tips to stay smart and stay alive?

Give me a break, trolls!

Warning other women out there to keep their eyes open and make sure nothing happens to them is who I am. I try to uplift women, I try to hopefully teach them the lessons that were hard for me, but here are the trolls who have to say something yet again.

I wish someone was out there when I got divorced to give me these tips as I knew none of this. Look, the only time I'm looking down on somebody is if I am giving them a hand up! I don't put people down. It doesn't make me feel better or superior. If somebody has a different opinion than I do, I might say in my head you're an asshole but I keep it to myself and keep it moving. I refuse to fight with someone because their opinion is different from mine, now that's just craziness, and besides, I have a life and have no time for pettiness.

It doesn't make my day to troll and be a Karen who thinks my opinion is the end all to be all. It's my opinion, and it's like the saying about assholes. Everyone has one.

I have no time to stop and debate whether my opinion is better than yours.

But if you want to, you keep going right ahead because we all know your game.

So today, my friends, don't let the trolls get to you, even Jesus had trolls. It's okay. People are going to talk shit until the end of time. You keep doing you, you be the best you you can be. You keep inspiring others with your truth and kindness, and if no one else sees it, you keep doing it anyway.

Don't allow anyone's words to change who you are. Know your worth and know that there will always be a troll out there trying to break you down, but know that you are stronger.

"Be the change you want to see,"

@TreadmillTreats

[putterpen]

Responding to the cult of Eggman

Aka: Responding to people about my opinions on Eggman that they seemingly cannot handle lol.

To Quote crusherthedoctor :

No one can ever politely debate with us, can they? They always have to be hungry werewolves about it. And not even clever werewolves at that.

Why should I be bothered to debate you? My opinions are mine and I can say whatever I want to say about a cartoon mustache man.

So anyway, on to responding to the response I guess.

Aww, poor, poor Starline! Always getting so viciously bullied and ruthlessly harassed by *checks notes* five people in the entire fandom that dislike his character’s writing 

Are you keeping tabs on how many people dislike Starline? Right off the bat...that's pathetic. Why? Are you planning something? And also you don't know who I talk to, and where I've talked to them. I have seen other people dislike Starline for various reasons.

But also… Starline pretty much IS a Gary Stu. He has several abilities that are completely unexplained (like the hypnoglove and the electric heel spurs he suddenly has from Bad Guys and onwards), has an ability that makes him absurdly overpowered (the Tricore) and the narrative makes it a point to present any flaws he might have as a result of his association with Eggman along with propping him up as this awesome foe which is mightier and x100 smarter than Eggman. His plans, despite everything Starline goes through in his miniseries, are still realized almost exactly how he intended (see below).

In a world where an 8 year old can fly planes, space ships, airships, warships, build mechs, buster canons, rocket ships, and replicate the properties of the chaos emeralds themselves...and you are mad because Starline has rocket shoes that he can't even use that well, and some mcguffins. Are you kidding me. I am laughing as I write this.

As "overpowered" as the Tricore is, it do him any good did it? And a device that can hypnotize people isn't really that astounding in a world of insane tech and magic. You think Tails is okay but Starline is a line too far...got it. He isn't a gary-stu. Starline is about on par with everyone else.

What is Starline actually, genuinely good at? The comic always hands him his major strategic victories on a silver platter, and even if his allies backstab him, it just proves to be a minor inconvenience to him and he still gets what he wants at the end of the story. His plans never completely failed until #50

Why do you want to read a story about a character who just fails at everything? He worked and planned to get everything, not sure if we are reading the same comic. You think he should have failed because you have some immense irrational hatred towards him. But hey you got what you wanted. He failed in the end ultimately. Though you can't be soothed since if Starline had succeeded, you would still scream.

Then you post pictures of Tails and Zavok. All I can say is the more the merrier. I bet you don't even like Zavok, as most people don't, but you will use him if it helps your case. The point I was making is Starline was trying to be a better Eggman than Eggman, and that I what I like about the character. Zavok is cool in his own way but his methods are different, and so are Tails, and they all have different motivations to go against Eggman. So cool, the more Eggman rivals the better.

What complaints of ours is this supposed to refute? No, seriously

"complaints of ours?" Are you from some kind of Eggman cult? How do you know what every other Eggman fan thinks? Do you speak for all of them? Hah. Just need to get this out of the way I don't think I have come across this blog before.

The problem we have isn’t just “Starline steals Eggman’s stuff”, it’s that Starline steals Eggman’s stuff while putting Eggman down at every chance he gets and gets painted as a much more effectual villain than Eggman could ever be by the comic for it .

Are they supposed to steal Eggman's shit while singing his praises? Also it isn't like anything they said was wrong.

And in case you try to say “He’s a hypocrite intentionally!”, I’ll immediately raise  a counterpoint: hypocritical characters have to be intetesting. Starline is not written with the same amount of nuance that, say, Walter White has, he’s just an immensely obnoxious brat whose hypocrisy only serves to irritate people more

Matter of opinion alert. And I think your opinion is dogshit. You don't like Starline and that's fine. You don't think he is "intetesting", but I disagree. And that is literally where your "counterpoint" hits a wall. Hope you were wearing a seat belt. You know who else isn't nuanced? Eggman. Also comparing anything from Sonic the Hedgehog to Breaking Bad is cringe.

A source from the games, please?

Tails has never stole Eggman’s inventions in the games. His entire shtick is that he is an inventor, which allows him to build stuff himself 

Also “GUN steals Eggman’s stuff” is asinine. What, are they “stealing from Eggman” because they have an army of mass-produced robots too? Where was it ever remotely implied that GUN steals Eggman’s resources in the games?

I will admit that I made a mistake. I somehow generated false memories. I thought dialogue the Shadow the Hedgehog game mentioned something about G.U.N using Eggman's technology.

When it comes to Tails, I know Tails can invent but where does he get the parts? Raw materials? How does he have a mech in SA2 that seems functionally identical to Eggman's? I have always assumed he must be nicking stuff off Eggman at least as a starting point.

Me: Starline hasn’t taken over the world like eggman has!

You’ve literally conjured this one out of the thin air lmao

How can you prove that? Where is your evidence? Are you serious? How dare you tell me what I did or didn't do.

Time Eater is your one and only example. Vs how many other failures? Don't pat yourself on the back.

Eggman is funny when he’s stealing shit and tampering with it. Starline isn’t.

Jesus Christ you really just love the smell of your shitty opinions. I don't care if you think Starline isn't funny. What you think is good is subjective.

Also the Time Eater says hi again

Yeah your one time of being right says hi.

Bruh lmfaoooooooooo “the best version of Dr. Eggman is the one that constantly sits on his ass and screams at his nephew to actually do anything against the Freedom Fighters”

That's my opinion, and I clarified in a comment that it was mostly based on nostalgia. And he did plenty to the freedom fighters, dispersing them, terrorizing and imprisoning their friends and families, robotisizing them, and forcing them to live in the forest as he systematically destroys their planet day by day sums it up.

Eggman’s proactivity is a core part of his character. He’s famous for being the best example of a Recurring Varying Tactics Boss in gaming, so for you to haii the version of Eggman that’s the most passive one out of everyone else as “the best one” is quite amusing 

Just because SatAM Robotnik didn't physically move much (But yes he did indeed move around) doesn't mean he wasn't proactive. His swatbots and other machines did the work for him. He was always hunting down the Freedom Fighters and cooking up new schemes to gain more power.

Also, SatAM!Robotnik conquered the world by stealing an invention that didn’t belong to him and tampering with it lol

Yeah so you're a hypocrite for crying about people stealing Eggman's stuff. If I'm amusing, then you're just sad. The amount of anger you hold for some random person's opinions iiiis a bit amusing. Not gonna lie.

Alright, let’s see. Eggman canonically has:

abused animals; summoned an insane water god to destroy a large urban center; launched a nuclear warhead into the heart of said urban center when his plan went wayward; blew up the Moon to prove a point; kidnapped an innocent girl’s mother out of spite; split the planet apart TWICE (Advance 3, Unleashed); harvested the lifeforce of a peaceful allien race to fuel his plans; was shown siphoning the Earth’s lifeforce to fuel his plans; caused a global war for 6 months; created what essentially is an orbital internment camp to imprison anyone who dared to stand up against his rule; practiced “robotomy”, which is actually quite similar to Robotcization and is described as a proccess that “appears to leave its patients mentally disabled following the process, making them unable to think independently, and therefore turns them into mindless robotic slaves working for the doctor.”; dropped an artificial star on his enemies to wipe them out 

Do you see any reason to perceive someone who’s willing to do all of this shit without a second thought and with a smile on his face as a joke? Or what, is this list of crimes Eggman’s commited suddenly null and void because his dialogue is jokey and he’s not voiced by Jim Cummings?

Yes game Eggman is a joke. You will not change my mind lol. Sure SatAM Robotnik did not match those heights, but he did things equally as evil. As I mentioned before, he was cold, calculating, and heartless. Game Eggman is a joke because he is insane, always doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result, and formulaically, has to ally with Sonic to clean up the mess he started. And will continue to do that because yadda yadda status quo. Eggman caused a ton of property damage and built things in space, all for nothing. He can't even physically hurt anyone.

Stop speaking for every Eggman fan. You are not the leader. And Starline is a pretty good villain.

[justanotherstory]

Bollywood Blog!!?

I'm sure you must have heard the famous dialogue by SRK , “Haar ke jeetne wale ko baazigar kehte hai, baazigar ”. Well, I have lived that moment .

Well, I am one of those who go to school every day but attend only 70-80% of classes. No, I don't bunk or get punished for standing outside, but I am always involved in one or the other activity/competition. This is the story of such competitions only.

Okay, so during this session I took part in a debate competition which I 've already said that I won, so this is not about that. This story is about another competition i.e. Declamation Competition where we had to give a speech(I don't know why they give such fancy names to a speech recital competition).  

Straight up to the story, D-DAY of Declamation Competition . As soon as I reached school that day, I went to my teacher who was mentoring me after reaching school and started giving up my speech, but I stammered once or twice and then when I gave the speech again she pointed out my 'pronunciation', which made me kinda nervous (FYI, we only had 2days to prepare for the competition). I went to the auditorium (competition location) and the participants were sitting with the audience. I was the third to go up the stage, so I constantly kept revising my speech again and again and again.

And finally it was my turn, I went onto the stage and started giving up my speech, and a few moments later I completely blanked out!! Like seriously, I guess if someone asked me my name at that moment, then I wouldn't even be able to answer that. I started over again but still blanked out . So I tried making up stuff. Whatever came to my mind, I just spoke it out loud and there was this line which I said that day which I guess became one of the highlights because everyone knew I was just throwing up random stuff and that line gave me a good laugh from the audience and applauds too. The line was , and I quote,“You know why I am not able to give my speech today because yesterday, instead of learning my speech, I was scrolling through social media and that's the problem of our generation .” Although the only thing I have been doing for the past 2 days was cramming up that stuff.

That day when I got off the stage, I felt so downcast and let down that I can't even describe. It wasn't like that I haven't had any bad stage experiences.Once I tripped on the stage and even forgot the steps while I was in the front position of a dance performance, but this time the feeling was worse.

The judges and other teachers did praise me that day for my spontaneity and courage and  that I didn't get off the stage (I guess that's what teachers do)and that's another thing I have learnt from my past experiences, that never lose hope and give your best.

Anyways, after the competition, I went back to my class where one of my teachers who were mentoring me for the competition was teaching. She saw me and guessed the story or maybe my fellow classmate who was a part of the competition, who had already reached the classroom with a medal, told her the story . I told her my part of the story and she even grew angry at me for my negligence and scolded me and I was literally about to just burst out with my emotions, but I went back to my seat and tried to calm myself up. That day I even wrote a poem which, when read by my friends, became quite popular .

That day I learnt that sometimes we don't always need to put in that extra effort and get stressed, but rather take it easy. We don't always have to try to be the best and things don't always go as planned, so we must be wise enough to change the plan anytime!!

Well for this blog I think the poem I wrote that day is more appropriate that a mere poster .

So here's the poem titled, PHRASES:-

But wait, what's the “Baazigar thing ” in all this ? So I just realised that this story is already pretty elaborated, so instead of adding more to it, I will write up the second part in the next blog! Yeah , a sequel just like any other B-wood movie!! ;⁠)

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog and the poem too!! This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing off!!!<<33

[fadingluminaryruins]

I'm actually curious about the Kelly thing. I think she's weird(y'know, the pregnant ins made me so confused.what was this girl trying to do! and I don't like her father, sry Kelly.) but I don't know what happened.

So sorry, I just saw you question now and like I said, I talk some distances with this app. I just came to answer at some people with I talk.

My god, so many are going to hate me… but at least I will be in peace with what I think. For me, Kelly is just a manipulative woman. The pregnant fake rumor, I think came from an account not very serious. So, I don’t think it’s really important to stay on that.

Yeah, social medias is only a facade, but like I always said we show and be what we decided. I only judge on what I saw. But this woman show many things. Like how she loves to appropriate her Max’s event. One simple and funny example, the day Max received his medal. What did she do?Instead of posting a nice picture with Max and his family, which would have brought her the likes and followers she loves so much. No, she posted several photos of herself alone with some captions that had nothing to do with the event. The only caption where she really refers to the event, she puts "special day", sitting alone without even an identification of Max. The photos with Max and his family were put in her story which remained ephemeral. You make up your mind, if you like to analyze people's behavior then I'm sorry but this only shows a woman so opportunistic (and not in a good way).

Many rumors about her came out, many are fake it’s sure. Like for everybody else. But blocked max fans account while they did nothing, asking desperately to her to be unblocked them. A conversation, a long time ago, came out with sophie to know why a person was blocked and sophie told her to ask to… *bearing of drums* 🥁 Kelly, of course (what a suprise). Why this person should ask her to be unblocked her if it was Max account who blocked her ? I let you have your opinion. After, we’re going to tell me I’m crazy and I read to much between the lines. But trust me, it’s in reading too much between the lines that we know how to give our attention and trust to good people. Many of humans behaviors, are based on body language and everything that is not said. That is, what you are going to send back.

In brief, rumor pregnant is fake totally. But don’t worry she knows how to make her profits with this relationship. The time where she shows racist behaviors, everybody should stop to post her and praising her just because she love to expose (too much) max and her daughter (but it’s another debate) for likes.

Really people are going to hate me, all the big blogs make me fun. Don’t be racist, but if someone show the life of your favorite driver so that okay we can close our eyes. The number of likes, still today while she had tendencies to be racist and many see it, scared me guys. Really people just praise what they want without any conviction…

Anyway, I hope I succeed to answer you anon! I just wanted to explain to you, other faces of this woman which can be weird.

[neptunetiger33366]

Not sure if screaming into the void will help my social anxiety or make it worse, but suppose it doesn't hurt to try. Not expecting anyone to read this, but want to put something out. So I'm just going to type and let what happens happen.

Y'all can call me Neptune (not my real name ofc), and I'm a just a queer furry nerd that can't help hyper fixating on stuff. I've actually had this account for a few years (I think, not good with time) but never used it. Got brought here by the one and only P.M. Seymour, but because I was never able to get the app, never really used it. Now I'm older, getting into fandoms on here, and am actually taking the effort to learn how Tumblr works. From what I know, I think I'll like it here, and one of the big rules I've been told is to never have an empty blog, makes you look like a bot. Normally I'm a lurker online, but I suppose that'll have to change here. Hence this post.

Anyway, as you can probably guess, my fursona is a tiger (actually what I call a tiggon) named Neptune. Tiggon is my way of denoting a tiger dragon hybrid. I know a tigon is a thing (tiger lion hybrid), so that's why there's two G's. Neptune was actually a name I considered while choosing for myself (I'm trans masc), but decided it worked better for my water powered fursona. Once I figure out how to use Krita properly and get some art done of him, plan on posting here about him. Plan on eventually making him my avatar, but until then, it's Wild from Linked Universe because he's my FAVORITE bean.

What else? I'm a writer (sorta, don't write much, just a small hobby) and love making OCs. Debating writing publicly about them, but for right now I'm not publishing anything. May change in the future once I finally work up the nerve. It's funny really. I'm a very "it's okay to be cringe, let people like what they like" person until it comes to my own work. Then it's all cringe and I'll be put to death for coming up with it. Ah, social anxiety and general self-esteem issues, my beloved. Right now I'm working on two fan-fics, one involving a TotK/AoC AU of mine and the other an AU of my TotK AU. The AU of the AU is inspired by an AU from a fic I've been reading, which is in and of itself an AU of a different comic series I've been reading. So... A fanfic of a fanfic of a fanfic involving three or four separate AUs? Huh, that's a lot of of's. Either way, neither of those is ever getting published, lol. Hell, they're barely getting written as is. Curse my inability to focus.

Anything else of note to share? Yes actually, but I think that's best saved for posts of their own. I'm done with that kind of sharing for now. My point in making this post, besides not looking like a bot, is to tell the void I'm new to it. I'm learning how things work. Etiquette around tags and reblogging (which stresses me the fuck out for no reason. I have this weird part to my anxiety where I absolutely DREAD being late. This is the worst in its "oh, I took too long to respond to that text, now I have to wait for them to text me again" form. This never works and ruins all my friendships. Despite repeated assurances that that's not an issue with reblogs, they still trigger that anxiety.) I make mistakes and don't talk a lot, even online, but I'm willing to learn. Will try to make it a habit to post things, but no promises. Might get better once I get more used to being on here. We'll see. Anyway, it late/early at the same time and I really need to get back to the real world. My favorite Link is waiting for me. We just 100%ed TotK (quests, Koroks, compendium, monster medals, and map) and I'm helping him create a full recipe book as celebration. My man loves food, gonna have to feed him big time after collecting 1001 pieces of shit. Goodnight Tumblr. We'll talk again.

[voiceless-story-nights]

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Fear of the Unknown  WIP Progress Blog #3  January 29th, 2024 

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Okay, okay... I think I got it down. I think. I’m hoping. 

So, it’s been a long, long while since I last updated. I’ve gone through SO MANY PROBLEMS and resolved them during that time, so I’m about to spam all the crap I’ve done in the past four months since I last updated. 

Get ready to change your pants cuz this is gonna be a lot of shit coming... 

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Gacha Series vs Comic vs Book 

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Yeah... Once again, I was debating what to do with the medium of my story. Why? Because GL2 had just freshly came out, and I was too lazy to redesign my characters. Literally, that was it. Not because there was some incredibly terrible people, not because the community was being overly toxic again, I just didn’t wanna redesign my characters in GL2. 

Wow~ 

But, unlike my past self that would mull this decision over and over again, I just put it in the back burner and left it. In the end, I went with a Gacha series because... well... I may be getting back into drawing again, but I ain’t that confident to start a comic. 

As for the book thing, I decided I’d write the book version first before the Gacha series version, although I’m not sure how well that’d hold up cuz I haven’t written in a novel format in so long. I just thought of it like this: if there’s a dedicated viewer who is really interested with where the story is gonna go, and they can’t wait, like, a couple months for the next episode, they can go buy the book. 

Free marketing, you know? Plus, it'll make the kids read///SHOT 

And if I feel confident enough, or if I have a team of great artists, I can make the comic later. It’s not like I have to make only one medium. I just need to know which would come out first, and the book would be that since it’d be faster to create. Kinda. 

The reason I’m not sure if I’d be able to write the book first is just because I’m reliant on visuals, so I might end up making the series and the book at the same time. I don’t know for sure. 

(Makes a light novel instead---) 

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Simplifying the World 

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The world FotU is taking place in, Similia, has been a WIP for a long while. The concept was a universe full of three galaxies before I realized how complicated that’d be, especially if I had plans of migration and space travel. Because they’re GALAXIES, it’d be hard to go from one galaxy to a different one in a small amount of time. And speaking about time, I didn’t know how to measure the time in all different galaxies/planets/solar systems cuz it’d be VASTLY different than each other. And if each planet is different, that means there’s gonna be seasonal differences and weather normality and other stuff I have to consider........... 

So I simplified it to one world with many nations and species. This would make the whole thing better, and the history would be easier to follow as that’s the main storyline of the world. 

I’m still working on the world building part, though. I’ve gotten my species, their abilities, and the concepts of their races, but I haven’t gotten through anything else. If I can make up like a history for how they came about and have more depth to their cultures, I’d be just about finished. 

I don’t wanna worry about the weather just yet... 

There’s one concept I’m hoping to keep, though: Similia is a godless world where even the tiniest insects believe only in their facts and history. Things as mystical as a higher being, a creator of the world, or a divine garden for the good and a hellish place for the bad are things that the people don’t believe in simply because it can’t be proven. If there’s no proof of something, it means it doesn’t exist. 

Of course, the concept would change over the years, but this is like the main belief in Similia. However, the only reason why it changes is simply because of the expansion of creativity and fiction. No one is still willing to believe in the divine, even with all the ideas of it being pushed around. 

And, I mean, when it comes to the creatures themselves, it’d make sense. 

There are people with animal-like instincts, so they’re more focused on survival than the ideology of a god. There are people with the gifts of the elements, and they’ve always been the keepers of a natural order, so the thought of gods has never passed their minds. And there are people who uses magic in a scientific way, which is self-explanatory why they wouldn’t believe in gods. 

There’s only one kingdom (well, two, but the second one isn’t as well known and well established) that believes in gods, but that’s only because a god had truly transcended on them and helped them flourish their nation. 

That’s the concept, though. I haven’t really put much thought into it, so I don’t know how well it’d hold up as I continue building onto the world. It’s pretty solid, especially with how the people have reasons NOT to believe, but I still gotta work on it. 

... 

And now that I wrote it out, I see how this world of mine will have some problems in the future... Meh, whatever. What’s a story if it doesn’t touch on some sensitive topics? 

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Magical Ability Adjustment 

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The people on Similia were overpowered af when I wrote the concept... 

To give an idea of what it was, there are three types/races/species of people on Similia that I mentioned before: animal-instincts, natural order, and scientists. Depending on which type you’re born into, you’re given that type of power. It’s a power dependent on your bloodline, your hereditary trait. And, of course, there will be mixed blood as well. 

So, that’s the first concept of magical abilities. Pretty good. I think this would be understandable for the magical ability concept. It’s solid, it’s got some limitations, it’s believable to a point— 

There’s another magical ability concept. 

Lemme repeat, THERE’S ANOTHER MAGICAL ABILITY CONCEPT. 

This second concept, that had blown this out of proportions, was a power everyone could receive at a specific age. And this power in particular... HAD NO LIMITATIONS!!! 

Literally, someone with animal instincts can gain something like reading the future, so not only would they be super strong and fast and deadly, they’re gonna be able to know what to look out for in the future!! 

And it’s not just ONE power these guys can gain when they come of age. Oh, no. I wanted to be fancy. I wanted to be different. I wanted Pokemon in my world. 

These guys would be able to develop FOUR types of the same power. 

So a clairvoyant cheetah person can develop not just the ability to read the future, but they can also develop maybe time travel, mind reading, uhhh BRINGING THE FUTURE CLOSER. I don’t know. Something like that. Something that’s similar to their first developed ability. 

There was no limitation. There was NO limitation on the second power concept. 

Actually, why was there even a second power concept? I don’t know. I just wanted to be different. I just wanted these guys to have something else that’s cooler than their hereditary powers! 

But by doing that, the people became so overpowered that even I didn’t know how to handle them... 

I didn’t even know how to handle them when they just had their hereditary powers! How the hell was I gonna know what to do when these guys bust out the time travel and shit?! 

... 

I’m dying. 

So I decided to completely omit the second power play. Everyone’s gonna have their hereditary powers and that’s it. That’s all. 

Unless they meet a certain condition. 

I won’t go into details of what those conditions are, since that’s a bit of a spoiler for all the stories in Similia I’d be doing, but just know that these people would lose their hereditary powers and gain the secondary power. And how these secondary powers are given to these people is based on how they grew up! 

I’m not giving them four different types... 

Once that’s done and done, they would either be picked up by the “forgotten god” of Similia and taken to some place or the “forgotten god” would kill them so they wouldn’t wreak havoc and abuse their newfound “godlike” powers. 

So... yeah... 

Now that I adjusted this, writing my series has gotten SO MUCH EASIER... Put a limit cap on magical abilities... It’ll save ya trouble... Go figure... 

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FotU had been worked on for over five years... without a genre... 

(throws knives at self) 

I can’t believe I FORGOT about the damn GENRE of a story! That’s, like, a foundation, a start, a way to keep the story in line so that it doesn’t GO ALL OVER THE PLACE. 

Which it did for so long. 

I really had no idea what kind of genre FotU would be considered as. At first, it was gonna be about three delinquent kids discovering more about themselves through the magic of acting, so it would’ve been a “self-search” genre because of that. But I couldn’t make any of those three kids likeable, so I omitted that rough draft. 

Second, I was gonna go with a kind of mystery genre where everyone had to figure out Lenard’s real reason to be an actor! But that’s, like, the weakest mystery ever... Be more like a detective for this! 

Then I just gave up and stopped looking for a genre. 

Until now. 

Because I simplified the story and the world so much, I finally figured out the genre it would be. Kind of. It’s still weak, though... 

It’ll mainly be a self-search genre since Annie’s just escaped from some serious, untrue accusations about how she killed her own sister on set due to jealousy, so she’s battling some terrible mental health problems. However, those problems aren’t gonna be seen as often since once she meets Lenard, she would overwork herself to forget them. It won’t be until closer to the second arc that it’ll be seen. 

And the secondary genre will be a mystery genre. It’s kind of the main focus but not really? There are some mysteries surrounding Annie’s sister’s death, especially since the police hasn’t discovered her body (it was a fire that killed her). Not only that, Lenard’s father was also killed by someone in the entertainment industry, and Lenard’s trying to find them. 

So those would be the main two genres. Well, main focus. 

I’m not completely sure what to expect since the self-search genre isn’t as strong, and the mystery genre gets sidetracked. If anything at all, it’s like a romance, slice-of-life, school story...? The mysteries and self-search genre really doesn’t come into play until the second arc... 

Meh, whatever. I’m slipping with this story since I didn’t have a genre at the beginning, so I’m not complaining. 

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Changing Up the Beginning (again...) 

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I’ve simplified everything. I know what general genre I’m looking at for the story. I’m sorting out the important stuff and the nonimportant stuff. 

I’m finally ready to begin the story. 

I’ve been rewriting it over and over again for the past five years, and I’ve never gotten anywhere past just the first five pages or so. But now that I’ve gotten a good understanding of my story, I’ve got a good start to the story that I know, for sure, will be the finished copy. 

So instead of hiding a lot of things from both the readers and the other characters, I decided to reveal almost everything—Lenard's motivation of becoming and actor as well as Annie’s identity to the drama department. That way, I don’t have to worry about too many of the problems that occurred or would occur in the future. 

Plus, when I hid Lenard’s motivation, Annie’s reason to help him diminished as well. While I could’ve just had her sympathize with Lenard’s situation (where he couldn’t get into the drama department cuz he sucked at acting), she didn’t have enough reason to help him. After all, Annie grew up in a place where there was no merit in helping another person be a better actor than you. And she didn’t want to be involved in acting anymore anyway so no point. 

But when he revealed his motivation, his skill in acting became apparent, and that motivated Annie to help him because he resembled a lot like her sister. This prompted Annie to get back into wanting to make him the best actor of Similia, much like she did so for her sister. 

That’s why the beginning this time would iterate that. 

Best part? I’m not dragging on with the beginning, nor would I be info bombing all over the place about this and that. I’m getting straight to the point, which is what I wanted to do, with very little info bombs. 

Finally... 

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That’s It... 

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Those were the major and confirmed updates to the story. There are some “in the works” stuff, but I haven’t really gotten to them to the point where I’m like “yeah, this’ll change the whole thing”. 

I was thinking about working on some other stories while working on FotU, but I realized I’m not capable of that... My mind is on FotU 24/7, so working on something else puts me off and makes me anxious. 

I mean, I can still work on another story, but it has to be a story that’s already well-established or it goes hand-in-hand with FotU’s world. If not, I wouldn’t be able to put my thoughts into it, and it’d come out shallow... 

God, why am I like this? I’ve got three stories lined up, and they’re not meant to be turned into a series like FotU!!! 

I’ll figure something out sooner or later... 

Anyways, I’m done with this update now. Been meaning to do it a bit earlier, but I didn’t know what to write and just carried on with writing FotU. Speaking about that, I might as well go write it now.