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muntitled · 11 months

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Hazel Callahan x F!Reader

Summary: "Jesus, dude, do you know what it means when a gay girl says they wanna have a "slumber party?"

Warnings: Hyper Feminine!Reader, Language, Fluff, Jealousy, Humor, Reader has a crush, Confessions, Teasing, Smut (+18, Minors DNI), Dom!Hazel, Humping, Grinding, Masturbation, Pillowprincess!Reader tbh, Thigh Riding, Public sex, Risky Sex, Massive Degradation Kink, Power Play, Ownership Kink?, Praise Kink, Slight!Hate sex ♡

Part two >

Hazel Callahan was rarely included into anything vaguely external, she would venture to say that she was even rarely included in her own thoughts. Therefore, infuriatingly, painfully aloof Hazel thought nothing of the invite you had presented to the entire group at Fight Club.

Why should she feel special?

Things like this seldom warranted her definite response, so when all the girls had affirmed their attendance, Hazel was... discombobulated to find a silence of anticipation growing pregnant in the gym.

It took a sharp stab in the ribs from PJ for Hazel to swing her head back into this specific reality in the space-time continuum. A reality in which you sat adjacent to her in a circle, legs crossed dainty underneath you to better accommodate the neatly pressed pleads in your pink skirt. There was nothing remarkably profound from you carrying yourself like the pretty princess you thought you were, what strikes Hazel as odd, however, was the look of expectancy in your dark eyes- a look you directed at… her?

"What?"

"You're coming? To my slumber party tonight?" you reiterate stifling the need to pat down at your braids corralled into a pink headband. You are basking under the scrutiny of her gaze but you also happened to suffer under it too. The longer Hazel watched you with furrowed brows, and her knee propped up to her chest, the longer you keened forward as if desperate to hear her say-

"Of course she's coming," PJ once again injects herself in between the two of you. "We'll all be there," You're perhaps nodding at PJ and Josie but your eyes are unable to leave the absolute prison that Hazel has them in. She does nothing except nod as well, before leaving you to your clique who all sit prettily under clouds of Chanel number 5.

The interaction replayed within the confines of Hazel's head throughout the rest of the school day. Right up until she finds herself, nestled in a car with Josie and PJ, taking the short drive in the more affluent neighbourhood from her place to yours.

"So, Hazel," the lascivious tone in PJ's voice already has her rolling her eyes as the car slows before an egregious house. "Are you ready to lose your virginity tonight?"

"Jesus Christ-" Murmurs Josie before PJ assumes what is expected to be your tone of voice- only its a hyperbolic and a higher in pitch reenactment of the real thing.

"Oh Hazel! I'd really like for you to come to my slumber party tonight!" All three girls leave the car as PJ continues her comedic display of seduction as she brushes up against Hazel and says "I really want you at my slumber party."

Hazel laughs as PJ grabs a hold of her upper arm, exposed from her open black button up and tank top. "You're coming right?" PJ sobers up as she says, "That's hot girl speak for "You're going to be cumming inside me-"

Josie does not keep her eyes off the approaching house as she interjects with, "Girls can't cum in other girls"

"Wow!" Hollers PJ, "-And here I was thinking you actually believed that girls can do everything that guys can do-"

"Wait," Hazel's eyes are on her shoes as she readjusts her tote bag and says, "You think she actually wants to like... fuck?" She lowers her voice drastically in the wake of making it up to your front door as she bends and reiterates, "Like actually fuck me?"

There is, frankly no time for Hazel to get a firm response on such a discombobulating thought because you quickly open the front door, and your skin is glowing everywhere from being completely exposed in your pink satin shorts and matching camisole set. Your hair is still loose as it frames your face- your round and constantly smiling face. Why had Hazel never noticed you until now?

Perhaps she did.

Perhaps she negated the possibility of forming a crush on you because you appeared so painfully… straight?

But here you are, smiling at her and only her. Your eyes had been bright at the sight of Hazel and her button up and how outrageously attractive she looked in a tank top but your smile dims significantly when you peer down at PJ'S hand still wrapped around Hazel's forearm.

"H-Hey," Said Hazel, with her voice that reminded you so vividly of a midnight snowstorm,

"Hey," you replied back, quickly turning away. Your mood had already been cemented for the rest of the evening. Despite it being your slumber party, you let your best friend host while you continued to wallow in the regret of your own unshakeable feelings. You hated that PJ and Hazel were very clearly a couple, but what you hated perhaps more, was that you still wanted her. You stole longing glances at her in your space, lazing on your bed while the rest of you sat encircled on the floor in sleeping bags. Hazel completely hijacked your entire brain throughout all the games and activities.

You had lost yourself in her presence and that only kicked up a notch when you felt a pair of forearms lazily splay onto your shoulders from above. With your bum still on the floor and your back against the foot of your bed, Hazel had decided to humour her turn in Truth or Dare. While she answered, she let her legs frame your body. So that it swung over the side of the bed, perfectly framing your sides.

Breathing had been impossible. So impossible in fact, you didn't know it was your turn until it took Hazel bringing her lips down to your ear. Your nerves had been shot to hell as she whispered, "Dove, it's your turn."

You cursed this idea and you cursed this wretched slumber party.

Luckily, It passed by in a significant blur that left you still riding on the high of being in Hazel's personal space until bedtime at 1am. While the girl's drifted into their own sleep, your eyes remained on the pink chandelier hanging from your ceiling while you cradled your stuffed frog to your chest. No matter how hard you try, sleep is a difficult thing to come by. You are left to your thoughts of the girl sleeping on the floor, while gentle snores sounded in the room.

"Fuck," you almost instinctively mutter as you find your hand drifting past your navel. You spread your leg ever so slightly before pushing your hand into your underwear. The quicker you came, the quicker your body could finally be allowed to slip into actual slumber. It sounded like a solid plan, and you had already taken to grinding your wet cunt against your hand- until it all went to hell and your duvet is being pulled slightly off of you.

You're quick to remove your hand and grab a hold of your covers as your eyes snap open to stare at the silhouette above you. Hazel's hair is a spectacular mess on her head and her skin shines orange from the glow of your salt lamp.

"Let me in," she whispers, not really waiting for a response before she's forcing herself into your covers, scooching you on the right side of the bed.

"What are you-"

"Shh," it's embarrassing, how quick you are to snap your mouth shut and heed her commands. Hazel's stomach warms significantly at how docile you are and she smiles as she says, "I cant sleep and I had the vague suspicion that you couldn't either." Hazel says, propping her exposed forearm under her head as she looks up at your ceiling. Her button up is discarded somewhere in the room, leaving her in basketball shorts and a tank but you're not complaining. Not at all.

"I told myself I'd be more intentional with my actions, and my actions are telling me to kiss you right now, but my feelings are telling me you might not want that." You're corraled into stark and naked shock as you watch the girl you've always wanted, confess to you in your bed. It feels unreal. The longing stares, the hours you've spent writing amatuer poetry in your notes app about her, the amount of times you made yourself cum with her heavy on your mind.

This does not feel real.

"Jesus," your voice is uncharacteristically coarse as you rush to say, "Dude, do you know what it means when a gay girl says they wanna have a "slumber party."

Hazel appears stunned as she watches you with wide eyes, "Well yeah," Says Hazel, "but… do you know what it means?"

"I've liked you since junior year," Your confession has her mind going hazy as she tries to recall all the subtle hints which she effortlessly discarded as you just being kind.

"God, you're such an idiot!" You release a chuckle that momentarily stirs a sleeping girl laying closest to the bed in her sleeping bag.

"Shh," Hazel's finger is pressed softly to her lips, you nod slowly only able to process mimicking her own actions.

"What were you doing just a second ago?" She says, swiftly removing the attention from her and her stupidity, replacing the atmosphere instead, with something much more dangerous. There's a difference in her whispers, a tone that has you melting into the covers as you unconsciously squeeze your legs shut. In this moment, she could ask anything of you, and you would simply comply. The silence stretches like honey between the two of you, and Hazel watches with doe eyes as you sink into your shame.

"You don't have to say anything." She finally whispers back, freeing you from your internal damnation but not completely letting you off the hook as she continues: "Just move your hips for me." It was an aggressively passive instruction that exploded a bundle of charged electricity between your legs. You are trapped in a distinctly uncomfortable position between wanting to comply, but wanting to be stubborn. The discomfort of these emotions are not entirely unwanted.

"Do you want me to show you how?" There is a challenging glint in her eyes that simulates the peroration of whatever the hell this is that you are both about to do.

This non-relationship which is so innately a relationship.

"Yeah." Your voice rocks with the signs of an oncoming tempest alerting your body to the possibility of something very, very exciting on the horizon.

Time and space seems so few and far in-between as Hazel keeps you arrested in those blue, endless hues. Examining her features keeps your wanton, unwinding nerves chaotically at bay. There is an intense exchange of control as Hazel shuffles closer, until her head is resting on your pillow and your both breathing into each other's parted lips.

She almost restlessly sets her palm onto your body, her hands on a slow path down your hips. It gives you a sliver of control knowing that bubbling behind her dilated pupils is a need that haunts her just as greatly.

"I'm gonna show you, okay?" She does not need to repeat herself but you recognize her words for what they are: masked behind the excitement and the charged atmosphere, is a real, and genuine need for consent.

The very moment you hopped over this threshold, you would forever be locked in a world anew. There would be no take backs. Your actions would forever be transcribed on the sacred tablet of our shared history.

"Are you going to show me, Hazel?" Desire is seated comfortably on top of your lungs and you speak only in soft pants, "Because it really feels like you're all bark and no bite."

There is a flash of excitement that sweeps momentarily over her lidded lustful gaze.

Her hands are much more sure of themselves as they lock into your sides, her fingers digging rudely into your silk pyjama bottoms.

"Shouldn't you be taking those off?" You ask cheekily.

A scoff slips through her lips as she shifts just a tad closer, her face now centimetres from yours. "You're awfully needy." Hazel whispers, "It's incredibly embarrassing."

What would prove to be even more embarrassing is the jarring way your hips stutter the very moment those words leave Hazel's lips. Your accidentally whorish slip up might have gone unnoticed were it not for the annoying fact that her right leg was seated quite cosily between your legs.

"Shut up," is all you manage to say - a desperate attempt at scrambling for your dignity crumbling in the bed between you.

Hazel laughs airly. Slowly, her hands at your hip begin to move, subsequently allowing your hips to move. A soft and slow moan passes through your lips, drowned out by the sound of sleeping girls as your eyes flutter shut.

"Hey," Hazel's lips are fully touching yours now, "Look at me." She could've never anticipated how the fucked out look in your eyes could ever make her feel. Your eyebrows are curved, as if you're in pain as you hump slowly against her thigh. The coarseness of the silk and her thigh pressing against your aching cunt… it makes everything feel so overwhelmingly real, unmarred by great expectations. The thump of her heart underneath your palm is so incredibly real. The beads of sweat growing pregnant on her forehead are real. Her dry, parted lips pressed against yours is in fact real.

"What are you thinking about?" It strikes you then that you had been a muddled, mindless haze, humping against her thigh with an urgency.

"I'm thinking about you." You reply, truthfully.

"Good things, I hope?" It is so unimaginable, the way her voice is able to remain so incredibly steady while yours is as shaky as a walrus thumping across an icy lake.

"I don't suspect anyone has ever had a single good thought about you." You shoot back and the fingers gripping your hips lock tighter, nearly prompting you to apologise.

The only other option left for you to exhaust is clamping your mouth shut as Hazel's hand assumed a much more aggressive administration. She grips on the plush skin at your sides with an unnecessary hardness, as if she wanted to tear in into you.

"See, I was gonna fuck you," it is absolutely shameful, the whimper that escapes your lips, "But now I'm gonna make you hump my leg like the slutty little girl you are." Before you could scold her, or perhaps violently disagree, rudely, before your cries of indignation could ever be forced out, Hazel is lifting you up from your side of the bed, her head shifting until her brown curls cover your pillow fully.

She turns onto her back, never releasing eye contact as she forces you down so you're straddling her steepled knee. The new position leaves you searching for a new anchor.

"Your hands are pushing down on my hair-" she grumble-whispers.

"If you'd let me finish faster that wouldn't be as much of a problem now, would it?" Hazel's response, in lieu of her thoroughly unimpressed face, had been to grind her thigh further against your core, eliciting a wanton, broken moan into the air.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, Dove." Her voice is gravel, "Wouldn't want anyone seeing how much of my whore you are, would you?" The sound of your own moans slam back into you as you press your pussy incredibly closer to her leg.

"Imagine what they might think of you? Our little star pupil getting herself off on my leg? Is that really all it takes to please you?" Staying quiet had become an unimaginable feat, a mountain that becomes even more difficult to surmount when Hazel's eyes search frantically over your crippling form for a trigger that might send you over the edge.

You couldn't begin to imagine how powerful she must feel watching your hips move wantonly on her thigh while your hooded eyes displayed desperation.

You feel so thoroughly hers, a previous existence in which you went without her hard ministrations guiding you to orgasm felt completely in vain. You want nothing more than to be so incredibly good to her, and the thought that she might want the same way sends you to an early grave.

"You're doing so well, Baby. Keeping going." An embarrassing wave of pleasure ripped straight through your spine leaving a trail of shivers in its wake. There is no mistaking that your reaction to her praise and her validation had not gone unnoticed.

Your pussy is completely soaked against her leg, burdened with the knowledge that it wants something but it didn't exactly know what.

"I need you," you whisper. Before your own shame might wave away the pleasure, you are delighted at the moan that slips through Hazel's parted lips.

You had been so thoroughly enamoured by your own pleasure, you had not stopped to consider hers. The pillow princess stereotype brought with it a wave of shame as you looked down and found her hips stuttering slowly against yours.

"I'm right here, Dove."

And you both began to melt for each other. Your legs are tangled in one another while her thigh is pressed against your clit at the same time your thigh is pressed between her legs as well.

You are pleasantly surprised when you begin to feel the fabric of Hazel shorts moving against your own legs slotted in between her. You didn't have to picture how gloriously lecherous it might have looked, using each other so blatantly to fulfil a need that had begun simmering since forever. "Oh fuck, you're so pretty," her hand finds purchase against your breast, tweaking your nipples until they hardened against the camisole while her other hand was comfortably gripping your jaw, staring up at you with lustful eyes.

"You don't even know how perfect you look right now," you did not speak a word of a lie. Watching Hazel's long and domineering form writhing underneath you is a mental image you wish to keep stored in your chest of sacred memories forever. It is discombobulating, watching someone so used to walking so tall and unbothered, being made a complete mess underneath you.

You never wanted this moment to end.

"I want you to kiss me." She croaks, despite already bringing your face close to hers by the strength of a single grip. Her eyes search yours for something. You only hope that grinding yourself even faster against her leg is a testament to whatever it is she might've been looking for. Soon, her lips crash onto yours. When Hazel Callahan kisses, she kisses sloppily and disastrously as if she wanted to swallow you whole before you ever thought of escaping. Her lips are all encompassing, her tongue is restless, pushing itself into your mouth with avid determination.

You moan softly into her mouth. A sound she appreciates greatly given the way her hips began to move against your thigh with a matching ferocity. Her hand slithers along your back, until she cups a handful of your ass, dragging your pussy once again against her, at her desired pace.

Rough. Arresting. Frantic.

"You're being too loud," She sighs, breaking away from your lips to trail them down your neck. "You're being too fucking loud-"

"Fuck, Hazel I'm close-" Your legs are locked against hers but the hand on your ass keeps your hips moving by proxy. "I'm so close."

"You're gonna cum for me, Dove?"

"Oh God, I love it when you call me that-" There is an embarrassing pool of wetness accumulated between your legs, dripping through your shorts and onto her skin. She is equally as wet and that fact only spurs you on.

"I need you to cum for me, baby?" Her stuttering hips told you her own release is dangerously close, sitting on the horizon. Perhaps your orgasm had bled into something prideful, her need to make you cum first caused her to delay her own release.

"You're fucking unbelievable." You sigh with troubled realisation.

She uncovers herself from your chest, panting heavily without her hips ever stopping. "You're gonna cum first, okay?" She nods, persuading you to mimic her movements because despite everything, you are putty in her hands.

"Okay."

As she kisses you once more her hand travels back to your now exposed boob. Between your kiss, Hazel had somehow managed to haphazardly lift your camisole enough to expose your breasts.

A straggled sound leaves the back of your throat as your orgasm crested.

She succeeded in making a mess of you. Your hair had been set free, braids spilling like wild snakes down your torso.

"Oh God, oh fuck-" a hand slaps over your mouth. Hazel's eyes are wide as she continues to guide your hips to release.

"Such a good little Dove, aren't you?" Your eyes are blown with stars and pixie dust as you nod drunkenly. She's humping your thigh and you're humping hers and soon the orgasm sneaks up on you, stealing your breath right from inside your lungs. Your strangled moan is muffled by her palm.

Her eyes take it all in with a very certain hunger, drifting from watching her own hips grinding your thigh, to the choked expression of utter euphoria splashed against your face.

"Fuck, baby." Her Eyebrows knot as her breathing picks up. The pressure visibly building across her face is nearly enough to send you back into your pool of euphoria.

"Oh fuck- oh baby," The wave of pleasure that courses through her is violent and incredibly validating. It is you who had gotten her to this point, humping your leg so desperately as if it might be the only thing she could ever hope to achieve. For someone who had built such a notable reputation for always mainting an I-dont-give-a-fuck mentality, this feels like an immense achievement for you.

Once the smoke clears, and Hazel finds herself back on planet earth, the relics of her euphoria register as intermittent aftershocks. The dawn of what you had just done begins to settle and almost instinctively, you revert to your teasing.

"How nice of you to finally join us," you are still hovering above her, her long neck craning to look at you.

"You talk a lot of shit for someone who squeaks when she cums."

The dampness between your legs is a reminder. "You're gonna learn to take just as much as you give sooner or later," You don't miss the hint of a promise thinly veneered along that whisper. Choosing to ignore the fluttering in the pit of my stomach at the sound of it alone, you climb off of her and back to your space on the bed.

"What's its name?" Hazel asks, peering into the darkness to bring your stuffed frog back into your arms. "You strike me as someone who gives their stuffed toys names."

You're still out of breathe as you reply, "Texas,"

She cracks a smile at that. Before you can finally drift off, a hand slips across your hip, trailing over your torso before brushing over your breast and staying there. "I'm gonna buy you one...I wanna watch you hump it like you just did my leg okay?"

All you're able to do is nod.

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan smut #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan fluff #bottoms x reader #bottoms fanfic #bottoms movie

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becauseplot · 4 months

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Alright party people, I just finished Episode 1 of Ordem Paranormal: Calamidade! :D My options for tonight were either work on a drawing or do a "journal" post but I just love screaming into the void (and I have to write this before all the lore I have a by-the-finger-nails grip on slips out of my head) so the choice was obvious.

First of all, I've had a closer look at the intro, and...what's really weird is that the first time I watched the intro, I saw this particular frame and I was like, "Huh, that's weirdly familiar," but I couldn't place it and thus assumed it was a to-be-revealed location BUT THEN IT HIT ME

IT'S THE MANSION FROM ONSF! The painting of the infamous "caverna" is a dead give-away. In my defense it's on screen for like 1.2 seconds. Love the detail of the door to the basement being blasted off and how the paint drips out of the painting, like it's alive. (Love love love this picture, might just make it my wallpaper or something.)

The others are less clear to me. The one on the left has a sword (Veríssimo's? Arnaldo's/Thiago's?) on top of what looks to be a Scoundrel Vultures jacket, a black book, and some sort of ritual, with the Ordo symbol behind it... The purple room could be some sort of callback to the Energy occultists from OPD ep 7? Assuming all of these are, indeed, callbacks.

There are of course the silhouettes standing with Kian but eh, I don't wanna look too much into the intro sequence. We'll get there when we get there.

Anyway episode! Was good! One thing I really liked about this one was the built-in "downtime" to allow the players to just be silly and free with their characters, like with Rubens and Balu playing pool and the team choosing seats on the plane. (Jesus Christ the plane seating scene killed me lmfao.) Not to diss on OPD but for me that's what that season was lacking, so I didn't have *quiiiite* as much fun with it. And we could get into that but this is supposed to be about OPC. Just a noteworthy difference. Downtime lets us develop the characters outside of their missions and see parts of them that you might not see when it's time to Focus and Plot and Do Things, and it means the characters can bond as friends!

(Depicted: average Balu moment.)

Oh and bond they do. Trauma bond that is. Speaking of trauma TEAM VULTURES :D And Arthur once again talking about "passing the torch" and I have. A normal amount of thoughts. About this idea. Ever since Arthur brought it up in OPD I've just been. FOAMING at the mouth at this idea. Because it's true, right? The Order passes the torch, again and again. Agents pick up the torch, run with it as far as they can, and survive just long enough to pass it onto the next agent, the next team, the next generation, on and on and on; and they have no idea if the fighting will ever be over. It's like a relay race with no clear end. All they have is their hope that the next person can carry that torch a little further, and that all their work and suffering will not have been in vain. It's. Deeply profound. Especially coming from a character like Arthur, as he himself has become a symbol of this torch-bearing theme in the series. I love the fact that this idea is being expanded on in this series since, again, Arthur was the one who brought it up in OPD when the group was talking and looking at the letter Joui left Kaiser before he was masked.

There's a good amount of...I suppose similarities developing between Arthur and Veríssimo. Both having leadership roles, both feeling the loss of their fellow agents so deeply, as if losing family, both understanding the need to just keep moving forward, moving on with life, because what else can you do? And yeah, kind of redundant to say it, considering the fact that Arthur has straight-up been referred to as being unofficially Veríssimo's right hand, as well as all of those character moments between Arthur and Veríssimo during the OPD finale. "Arthur! Eyes always open!" And of course the hug later on. SCREAMING. There's a lot to chew on here.

Oh, but the lore! The lore is lore-ing! The old couple made some sort of deal with the Devil that we don't know the specifics of but it seems it was to lure the team to the house where the Child-monster eventually showed up, and it seems they've held up their end of the bargain. No idea what the deal was for though. In any case, Arnaldo's Grimoire has revealed more secrets---new pages concerning the Devil case Arnaldo worked 20+ years ago that seems to be echoing now, specifically about a circus that traumatized people (a fountain of Fear, perhaps?) and some brothers who were trying to resurrect the Devil. Maybe that's what the circus was for? Whatever happened, the Devil wasn't summoned and instead they made a creature that traumatized Eusébio. Probably. See the issue is I can never tell if I'm the right amount of confused in this series, or if I'm so confused I'm misunderstanding things that should've been clear to me by now. Ah well, leave me to my confusion, for it is all I have.

Anyway, they're hEADIN TO ITALY WA HOOOOOO VACATION LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY ARE!!

Btw literally all of Guaxi and Rakin's OOC shenanigans give me life. Putting them next to each other at the table was the best decision ever. I've decided to start head-canoning all of Rakin's expressiveness and swearing as Dante's inner monologue but Dante's 😐-ass just doesn't let it show Ever. Thinking back on it, I don't think Dante has ever willingly engaged in the Sillies like other characters do, if at all. Props to Rakin for staying consistent with that because a, that's gotta be hard with a group as silly as this, and b, it seriously helps build Dante's apathetic, no-nonsense personality. And he's apathetic, no-nonsense without falling into the pitfall of typical "unfeeling aloof asshole" character! Dante cares and feels deeply, he just won't make a dick-joke, you know? In summary, good character building, I love <3 (But seriously I need ONE scene where someone in the group in-character gets not just Rakin but Dante to crack and laugh at something stupid. I need it so bad. Let it be Arthur it would heal me.)

Right, anyway, so, Italy! As I was in the discord getting ready to comment on how sweet and nostalgic the music for the Leone Mansion was, Carina opened the door and. Well.

*hiss through teeth* Yeahhhhhh. Nevermind on that one, chief.

I really loved this moment for Carina, though. I took Gabi's million billion questions to Cellbit about the surroundings (is there anything moving, how many bodies, if she immediately recognized anyone, etc) as Carina's mind attempting to parse this deeply disturbing scene in the only way it knows how: investigation. Of course, she has an emotional reaction a beat after, but for a moment, her brain just immediately went into work-mode, and the emotions hit in a second wave of realization---processing the scene first and then processing it, you know?

And then we had that moment between Carina, Dante, and Arthur where Carina...I believe she took a step back and sat down on the steps? If not then she at least took a step back, and Dante took her hand and reassured her that they were there for her. If Arthur doesn't do it here, then post blood zombie fight when Carina sits down in the chair, Arthur puts his hand on her shoulder to reassure her as well. And Carina asks Dante to check the bodies for her family crest. And Dante finds the crest. And he lies to her, and she notices immediately, and she thanks him anyway. I'm. They're so much. The Greater Ordo Realitas Trauma Bond is growing.

In other news, putting this joke from the discord here because Balu, I love you, but you make a better door than a window, if you get what I'm saying.

The combat this episode was pretty good! Of course there was Balu being Balu, but Clarissa was a fucking badass holy shit, and CARINA WITH THE BEASTIAL BLOOD ZOMBIE ONE-CYCLE???? And Arthur and Rubens hit a few really good shots too. Dante hearing Carina screaming when she got tackled by the other bestial blood zombie and charging in there with his Decadence/Decay ritual already half-formed on his lips lives in my brain now. (The👏trauma 👏bond👏)

Oh yeah and Kian and Gal were here (hate them) and they brought a bunch of Escriptas and massacred the entire Leone Family (hate them even more) and it seems like they're working with the Devil? Like from the fucking Bible? Hello sir??? Probably not actually from the Bible but like. That's the fucking Devil. He just. Kinda exists. Okay! First time we encounter a Paranormal "creature" that seems to be at least...somewhat sentient? It's usually either feral creatures or Occultists, this guy seems to be a bit of a planner/deal-maker so he's gotta have something like a brain working up there but like. Mans not really human-looking anymore huh. Incheresting.

Oh and I kinda forgot. Rubens! Talking with Clarissa! Johnny most definitely horror'd :( My buddy Factorial pointed out that the flannel that Rubens is wearing around his waist looks exactly like Johnny's so uh. Yeah. Oh, and the contrast between Clarissa's "get your head in the game, we have a mission, I know you can do this" talk with Rubens on the plane and Dante's "I know this is horrible, we're here for you" talk with Clarissa on the steps of the mansion is astounding. Clarissa definitely feels very detached from the group, but I suppose that's rather the point of her character, right? Untethered? Aloof? I still believe in the strength of the Greater Ordo Realitas Trauma Bond, though I don't know if it'll be enough to save her since Cellbit oh so loves to kill off his NPCs in horrific ways <33

Anyway that's it for now. Some other screenshots I have from the discord just for safe keeping. Wa hoo!

#curlyopc #dont mind me im just rambling #oughh. el tiempo. yo voy a mimir.

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writingsofmax · 2 years

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what albums do you think ed/riddler would be into? what would he play for Y\N in disarm?

ANON THIS MADE MY DAY-- i'm putting this all under a read more bc this basically is a dissertation

Okay so I think that there's 3 groups of music Eddie listens to, sad introspective music, harsh angry wall-of-sound music, and then music he discovered in college So if you read his journal there is a lot of (imo) really really sad stuff in it. He writes about how he was born into hell and that the only reason he was put on this earth was to suffer and that no one understands him or will ever understand him, that when he looks in the mirror all he sees is hell/pain and suffering. So when Eddie gets into this state of thinking about being in pain and suffering and feeling out of step with the rest of the world I think that he would be into listening to quiet, introspective sad music. I'm thinking Elliot Smith specifcally and that is because Elliot Smith had some demons, and his songs have a LOT of despair and rage written into them. I think that Edward could heavily relate to a lot of the lyrics in them.

Elliot Smith Lyrics that remind me of Edward: Christian Brothers: Fake concern asks, "what's the matter, man?" And you think I oughta shake your fucking hand. Well, I know how much you care // Nightmares become me, it's so fucking clear

Riot Coming: And I want to tell you that there's a riot coming, like a drug in the water. A punch in the stomach makes sons into daughters. Roman Candle: I wanna hurt him. I wanna give him pain. I'm a roman candle, my head is full of flames. I'm hallucinating, I'm hallucinating. I hear you cry, your tears are cheap. Wet red hot swollen cheeks, fall asleep. Ballad of Big Nothing: Watching the parade with pinpoint eyes, full of smoldering anger. You can do what you want to, whenever you want to. You can do what you want to, there's no one to stop you. Okay anyway, I really could write out Elliot Smith lyrics that relate to him all day long but then this post would be 10 miles long so I'm gonna stop there. Okay so when Edward is in Riddler Mode, he's very manic, he has so many thoughts that they spill out of his head onto every other surface in the room. I think that when he's like that or going into that mode he's listening to loud, screamy, heavy, angry, wall-of-sound type music. Sometimes when your brain is screaming at you and everything is a lot, a lot, a lot, then you need music that will Drown That Out, or help focus the energy by matching it. (in my experience) So this is where My Bloody Valentine, Pixies, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana comes in. (Some nirvana songs could be in the previous category as well) Lots of songs with heavy guitars, screaming and violent imagery. There's a reason that every chapter title in my fic is a Smashing Pumpkins lyric and it's because they fit him SO WELL. There's a lot of religious imagery that's used in pumpkins songs as well too and that also fits Eddie. Songs and Lyrics that I think fit Eddie: Quiet//Smashing Pumpkins: Quiet, I am sleeping, In here we need a little hope. Jesus, are you listening? Up there to anyone at all?

Tonight, Tonight// Smashing Pumpkins: We'll crucify the insincere tonight, we'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight Zero// Smashing Pumpkins: Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness, and cleanliness is godliness and God is empty, just like me. Mr. Grieves// Pixies: *sung sarcastically with laughter in it* Hope everything is all right, hope everything is alright! What's that floating in the water? Oh, Neptune's only daughter. <- this whole song is very eddie-core, there's a part where the singer keeps asking "do you have another opinion?" in a taunting sing-song manner as well Debaser// Pixies <- he is this song Something Against You// Pixies Break My Body// Pixies Bullet With Butterfly Wings// Smashing Pumpkins <- he is also this song Disarm// Smashing Pumpkins <-- and this one Only Shallow// my bloody valentine (lots of noise) basically every nirvana song

Alright now onto the third section, music he discovered in college/highschool. So: Every iteration of the Riddler has a SUPERIORITY COMPLEX. Every single one. I think that this would absolutely extend into music tastes and he would have Music Opinions. I think going off the music I addressed above, it would naturally lead him to bands like Modest Moue and Death Cab For Cutie for sure. He is a sad boy at heart. Modest Mouse makes music for people that are sad and nuerotic and I will die on this hill I think that he would also listen to Aphex Twin and more experimental music like that, stuff that itches your brain in a good way by listening to it. I could see him listening to Aphex Twin and Boards of Canada while dinking around on his laptop for SURE. He would say something like, "Yeah I listen to Radiohead but you should listen listen to Boards of Canada they inspired Radiohead." I also think that he would listen to japanese shoegaze/garage rock stuff as well and would dig through record stores and garage sales looking for obscure presses. OKAY AS FOR WHAT HE WOULD ACTUALLY SHOW Y/N in my fic, I think he would go with safe bets like Modest Mouse or Death Cab to talk to her about, and then go into the 90s rock stuff once he was more comfortable but I think he would keep the Elliot Smith stuff to himself because it's more deeply personal. albums he would own/listen to: in utero/nirvana, bleached/nirvana, surfer rosa/pixies, doolittle/pixies, something about airplanes/dcfc, the photo album/dcfc, siamese twin/smashing pumpkins, mellon collie and the infinite sadness/ smashing pumpkins, Westing (by musting and sextant)/pavement, Brighten the corners/pavement, roman candle/elliot smith (basically all the elliot smith albums) loveless/my bloody valentine, Goo/sonic youth Ummmmm ANYWAY Sorry that this is NOVEL I just loveeeeeeeeeeee talking about music omgggggg

#riddler headcanons #riddler playlist #riddler music headcanons #edward nashton headcanons #edward nashton hc #riddler hc #edward nashton music #edward nashton playlist #this is a novel #i am ANNOYING about music sorry

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I found your Tumblr

Taehyung had been gone for 18 days. It doesn't sound like a lot of time, unless you're used to fucking your boyfriend everyday, then it's an eternity.

Tae: I was bored waiting for soundcheck to start today so I was stalking you a little.

Y/N: Tae, you already know all about me. You know you can ask me anything. What did you find 🤔

Tae: I went on Tumblr…

Y/N: No… that's not even funny.. call me right now. No.. wait.. I'm too embarrassed to talk to you. Oh my fucking god what do you know?

Tae: I'm laughing so hard right now 😅😅 Jungkooks in the car with me and wants to know why…

You waited anxiously all day. It wasn't that your tumblr was full of things about him, but your likes sure were. When you got lonely there were a few fics you'd find yourself returning to and the thought of Tae finding them was a little… embarrassing.

Your account was created way before you began dating so you didn't think there would be a need to keep them on private. Stupid, you were never going to hear the end of this.

Just after 10 your facetime sounded. "Please Taehyung I'm super embarrassed, can we not talk about it?" You pleaded.

"Babe, it's cute, I think, I haven't really read any but the titles are.. Interesting. Why do you need to read stories about me when you have me?"

You scoffed at him "why do you need to stalk me when you have me" you threw back at him.

"When I miss you I like to see what you're up to," he smiled. You didn't want to let him have the upper hand so you had to lay it out, if you didn't he'd tease you mercilessly.

"Well Tae, when your gone I really miss your cock. My vibrators nice and all but its really shit at foreplay." He got that Taehyung look on his face, the eyebrow raised open mouth huh look of fake shock he was so good at. You giggled at him, "I have needs Tae, you're not here so why should I suffer?"

He picked up his phone and scrolled through, "so which one should I start with? I need to know what gets you off"

There was no way out of this, "I'll text you a link and you can tell me what you think after. We're really going to do this Tae?"

He nodded at the screen, "Go easy on me… Y/N… its just fun ok? I love you baby"

Hanging up you scrolled through your Tumblr likes. Not too smutty…

Y/N: Ok, I like this one because it's soft and I can feel myself living it with you. I swear to god if you make fun of me I'll never trust you again.

Lady of the Larks

Later that night

Tae: That was actually really beautiful, I feel so… special that someone would write that about me? You know you're my queen right? I thought it would be dirtier?

Y/N: I thought I'd be gentle taking you fanfic virginity. Aren't you tired?

Tae: Nope, hit me again.

Y/N: Still soft but you get some..

Paper Cranes

Tae: Jesus Y/N, its sad but… hot. I think I get why you like this, I've got a hard on just from reading. I'm going to call you, and I think maybe we should have phone sex? Is that ok, is it weird that I'm turned on by this.

Y/N: Call me baby!

You both had a great call and went to sleep feeling satisfied. It was great to have these stories when Tae wasn't home but it was even better to read them together.

The next afternoon you got a surprise text, when he should have been working.

Tae: OMG Y/N!! Seriously, this is not a story!!

3 minutes of Taehyung Moaning until he cums

Y/N: Sometimes I just need to get off ok?

Tae: I was not expecting that.. at all. The sound was up and Jungkook was sitting beside me and now I feel like a pervert.

Y/N: PLEASE TELL ME YOU DID NOT SHOW JEON JUNGKOOK MY LIKES!!

Tae: well… I did, he doesn't know it has anything to do with you though. I told him I just found it by accident. We went through a few, this one is sooo cute and all the boys loved it.

Pocket BTS

Y/N: All the boys huh? Tae I hope your enjoying getting off on these stories because you're never having sex with me again.

Tae: So send more links and we'll call tonight?

Y/N: I hate you, yes.

Time to kick it up a notch.

Y/N: These are a little longer but its early so… think about me all day. You're welcome.

Of Lace and Lust

Talk

Tae: That was totally unfair. I had to masturbate backstage so I could focus on the concert. You are in so much trouble tonight, I hope your vibrator is charged because you're going to put on a show for me.

Tae: You're going to hate me, I swear I didn't say anything!! He's been watching me for days, he found it himself and pieced it together. The worst part is he found these two… he's been locked in his hotel room for hours, not sure if he's embarrassed or just getting off.

Voracious

Colors

Tae: Is this something you think about doing??

Group Chat: Kookie/Tae &/Y/N

Most likely to be into threesomes

Kookie: Just in case you think this is accurate about me it's not. I'm down if you are.

Y/N: Shutting off my phone now, sweet dreams boys. 💦💦

Shout out to some of my favorite writers @lunyua @aquaminwrites @topbtssmut @thecozywhaleshark @hobidreams @gukslut @jungkookiebus @fortunexkookie @noona-la-la-la

#Bts smut #bts scenarios #Bts x reader #Taehyung #Tae #V #taehyung fic #taehyung smut #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #fave fic

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chaoticcheesecakefox-blog · 7 years

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Precious Gem

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Flying with the wind

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Wave a sea softened and a pain and a tenderness throw dreams in fascination of the blue. And let shave the waves of Your eternity , oh, weigh above me, oh,weigh a coast of years. Carry far in azure, spiral ships, with bulging little abdomens, flutter with mahagony pinions and already in vain expect you to stop the scales harbours with hot flames for You are open. Far away, far away ,far away, stretched string, heart and frank await the hymn of June. All sea sisters are dressed in mother-of-pearl garment embroidered of kiss of eternity In the morning hunts them fishermen and revive with breath of their man’s hands. In the evening girls wash

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chaoticcheesecakefox-blog · 7 years

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A Divine Cascade

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While You Sleep

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LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

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Intoxicating wordless Sound

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Cut By The Knife

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Princess Philomena 1

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The Most beautiful Place

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Hugs

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Precious Gem

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