#so yeah i have funky dreams

[sollilua]

i accidentally fell asleep and i think i had a lucid dream pog??

(rambling in the tags)

[m0nochromem0use]

(wip) really hoping for a rogue showdown next ep

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

my highly niche curiosity about the new expansion is what the new skin variants will look like for each of the mounts. there'll likely be several variants of the goat skins for warclaw going by past patterns, but I wonder what new griffons, raptors, and jackals we might get...

[18-toe-beans]

perhaps Consider that i am not doing well and will not be doing well for a while— Sorry y’all.

[aw-bean-s]

My friend came back from uni for a bit so we had lunch and she's been struggling a bit w body image and I was trying to be a supportive friend without telling her how many crisis I've had over her being hot

[bisexualbuckleyy]

underrated iconic moment

[eggmeralda]

okay music question (feel free to still answer if you don't do all 3 of these): what style of music do you listen to most + what style do you enjoy seeing live + what style do you prefer to play, and are they all different or do they overlap?

[neverendingford]

.

[jellyloveru]

wats a dream

[xnervouscircus]

i have been so tired and stressed out and just kinda numbly drifting through the days but i just heard about the announcement that the mighty nein are officially getting their own animated series and i literally burst into happy tears

[sunnie-writes]

cupid's chokehold.

pairing: jax x cupid!gn!reader

tags & tropes: fluff, shameless flirting, fell first/fell harder

summary: you were absolutely confused because of two things: one, you got transported to a random dimension and became a totally different person, gaining the title of a cupid, and two, you had fallen in love at first sight with the most sarcastic purple rabbit man ever. well, at least you didn't felt like complaining on the second part.

tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA... anyways, hiiiii:3 i got a new fandom added to my brain, injected it into my veins and now i am addicted. so, this funky little guy didn't actually catch my attention at first but then i watched some edits and was like "HMMMMMM i mean yeah sure" and then i decided to check tumblr, stumbled on a fic of him and went "OH. OH." yk?? anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this bc i wrote it instead of sleeping and i have to wake up early tomorrow el oh el!!1!1!1!1

warnings?: kissing, suggestive(?) i mean it's just neck biting but idk........

first of all, you don't know how the hell you are... here, nor why you've been stuck in this place for two weeks already.

it's a colorful world, saturated to the maximum amount possible. you know, the type to burn your eyes if you stare at a specific spot for too long. it also looked like some kind of fever dream, with all the toys scattered and the way different people? characters? looked like.

not like you can say much, you have heart shaped pupils and you're wearing something that looks like an ancient greece tunic. also, sandals. you have these big feathered white wings that are a pinkish hue at the tip of every single feather. you tried pulling one out to see if it was actually real, resulting in a yelp from your mouth. it kinda hurts.

and that reaction caused a chuckle to come from someone who has your eyes dedicated to just admiring them.

frankly speaking, if you went back and told your past self that by putting those weird vr headset glasses on you would be signing up to falling for a tall and lanky purple rabbit with a yellow smile, you would probably just chuckle and still do it, but with even more determination than before. eh, what can you say? you've always been attracted to the weirdest characters anyways.

but this... this was real, he was real and he was talking to other real weird animated people. ragatha rambled next to you about... honestly, you didn't even know, too busy watching from afar a certain rabbit. this was the start to possibly one of your most frustrating crushes ever.

"[name]? are you okay? you seem more distracted today?" she worriedly asked, putting her hand on your shoulder, "you shouldn't think too much about trying to find an exit if that's what you're thinking about, you might get abs-"

"huh? no, i wasn't thinking about that!" you quickly hurried to give an explanation, trying to dismiss that idea from her, but your eyes darted again to the overall wearing guy and she followed your gaze.

she slowly moved her head back at you after seeing what you were so... distracted about. a smirk broke in her face.

"oooh, little [nickname] has a cruuush?" ragatha teased you.

"wha- no- that's not-" before you could continue, your flushed cheeks got even more red as you saw him approaching. you immediately shut your mouth and just looked at the floor, trying to quickly hide your face

"sup', what are you two gossiping about today?" jax spoke in a mocking, sultry tone that had melting down a drain... not literally though.

"oh, nothing. you know, just the usual!" ragatha quickly tried to hide that topic from him, trying to distract or something. play it cool!

"uh-huh, and why is little cupid over here heating up like a preheated oven?" you almost choked on spit before looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and slightly flushed cheeks.

"none of your business, jax, don't bring your teasing and mocking over to [name]!"

"aww, why not?" jax dropped his hand on your shoulder, "say, little cupid, i heard doll face over here mentioning a crush, who do ya' have the hots for?"

your mind instantly went to answer "you" internally z meanwhile, your lips just answered in an almost quiet sound.

"i'm not telling you."

"huh, and why is that?" he leaned in close, and suddenly you felt absurdly claustrophobic.

he looks so... absurdly attractive with that smirk. you wish you could wipe it off of his face.

"because..." it doesn't take too long to come up with an excuse, you're an overthinker who is always prepared for this kind of situation, "you would mock me for it, and i don't feel like getting bullied by a purple beanpole."

"gasp, you wound me with your hateful words!" he dramatically posed, meanwhile ragatha chuckled in the background. "how can a cupid, made of pure love, be this mean?"

you just lightly punched him in the arm at that.

---

night time seemed like a blur to you in this world. sleep? never heard of that.

it's been a month already and your crush hasn't faltered. instead, it got bigger each day, but to be fair, it was impossible for it to not grow. jax decided that, for some reason, he liked teasing you a bit too much since he found out you might have a crush on someone.

playful flirting seemed to be his favorite to use on you, since you just tried your best to not show how it actually affected you. honestly, you felt like some kind of cliche teenager movie where you're about to write his name on a notebook with hearts all around it.

and that felt too cheesy, even for a cupid.

---

oh my stars, he wishes it's him.

you know, at first when you arrived at the digital circus, jax paid no mind to you. i mean, yeah, you were probably the cutest person in this digital purgatory, but he didn't think that he could fall for anyone in here, this isn't some weird sitcom episode. but it was starting to get difficult to not let him lose himself in a romantic trance when you were around.

he wonders if you used anything on him that could've possibly made him slowly fall for you, hard.

in the second week, he began noticing things about you. for example, you laughed at his jokes and sarcastic personality, got irritated for his pranks but never screamed at him, just shrugging it off like normally, you didn't even care when he stole something from your room.

it was mind breaking to just try and see what could get a reaction out of you towards him. until it was revealed that you had a crush on someone in that place.

jax isn't dumb, he already caught you looking at him from afar just to fastly change your gaze and get flustered, how your hands trembled when you were near him, heart eyes expanding when he talked to you. so, just to test if his theory was real, he decided to leave a subtle flirt for you. and that was checkmate.

he thought at first that it was weird, that maybe he could just play with you a little bit and entertain your little crush on him. but then, the spell turned against him. you flirted back once, and that made him feel awfully fuzzy minded. now, he was the one staring at you from afar sometimes.

that wasn't in his plans, falling for you even harder than you fell for him wasn't supposed to happen. yet, it did anyway.

and now the realization dawned on him that, at some point, he's going to have to either confess or simply hide that for forever, since that's the time they're gonna be stuck in the same dimension together. how fun, isn't it?

---

your feet took you outside of the tent, as everybody was now sleeping comfortably in their own rooms. well, at least you thought they were. stepping onto the grass and breathing in some fresh air, you looked up, waved at the sun and the moon, who smiled back at you contently. then you finally sat down and layed on the saturated green ground, looking up at the fake stars.

you sighed heavily, trying to distract your worried mind that screamed about wanting to get out and at the same time never wanting to leave. it was downright confusing, and left you with pent up energy that made your brain go 100/mph.

you heard footsteps behind you, looking up just to meet with a yellow smile and cartoonish eyes. you immediately gulped as his smirk grew.

"heyyy little cupid, what are you doing here so late?" he questioned you with a lower tone of voice before sitting down by your side. you immediately sat up too.

"just... thinking about some stuff." not losing any chance, you tried to start a conversation. "what about you?"

"meh, just bored and couldn't sleep." jax then looked at you in the eyes. "what could you possibly be thinking about?"

"ah, you know... just the usual!" you tried to quickly change topics, you didn't feel like traumadumping on anyone today nor did you feel like telling him that he's the reason you didn't abstract yet.

"and, does the usual involve your secret little crush?"

your breathe hitches, "why are you so curious about who i like?"

"i just am, it's interesting to see your reactions when i mention them." he leaned down, holding his head with his hand as he still stared at you. "why don't you tell me who it is? i'm starting to get the wrong idea that it's me since you refuse to speak about the mystery person to me."

you think you just felt your heart stop. your eyes go wide and you can feel the heat coursing through your body, blood rushing and flushing your cheeks. you know what? okay then, since there is no escape from this situation, might as well finish the night with a bang before you leave to sleep.

"that's... not the wrong idea at all." you confessed, watching as his eyes went wide in a millisecond.

"what." he spoke before sitting up and grabbing your shoulders. "you're not fucking with me, are ya?"

you shook your head while embarrassingly looking to the floor, feeling frustration pooling in your head.

"no, i'm not. i like you jax, i like your stupid pranks, your stupid jokes, your mischievous smile, your ey-" you were cut off by lips meeting with yours.

as your current situation settled in your mind, you got yourself comfortable and closes your eyes, lacing your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer before you two fell back again, you under him. your stomach was doing backflips, breaking down at the feeling of being reciprocated.

when you finally broke apart, your heart eyes were absurdly big, staring at him while you panted for air. he chuckled at your face, giving a big smile while himself was actually melting at finally having you in his arms. jax laid his head on between your neck and your shoulder. you petted his head, until you felt something.

he was biting your neck, leaving love bites and hickeys behind.

first of all, you didn't even knew if he could open his mouth, but apparently he could (?). you couldn't think much of it, too busy holding back an embarrassing whimper. you held his head and tried not to close your legs around his waist as he continued to bite.

he pulled back, looking at you with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"well, look what a mess i've done, darlin'. how do ya' feel?"

you couldn't even answer, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by his hand on your waist, the knee resting between your legs and your mind slowly losing it's control. instead of an answer, you just pulled him down for another kiss.

yeah, you probably were enjoying that, but jax? ha! in his mind, he was melting down a drain, patting himself in the back for the idea of deciding to take a night walk and accidentally seeing you. he grinned into the french kiss, feeling absurdly high at the moment.

he wasn't sure how everyone would react to you finally being his, not that he cared about their opinion, but he thinks if would be funny to see their faces. he can't wait for it to happen, but now it's not time to think about that.

it's time for him to think on how to calm his rapidly beating heart that might give you the hint that he loves you way more than you love him.

tell me, sunnie!!: AAAAA i finished writing this only the next day, sorry if it's too short btw!! i know it missed a lot and should have more things but it was rlly rushed bc i want to write more of him <\33 but yeah, thank you for reading sunshine!!

[ladykailitha]

Crossroads

So I started writing this last night thinking it would be a short little drabble. At over 2k words, it is NOT a drabble. It is a full on fic at this point.

Enjoy!

*

Steve was at a crossroads.

To his right was his mother, calling him sweetly to come back inside so they can talk. Work something out. To stay with her and his father.

On his left was Eddie. Dear sweet Eddie calling out from him to run away with him. To get in his van and chase the sun for as long as they could and maybe find a new place to rest their heads. For a moment or to throw roots.

He could see the two paths before him as easily as he could see them standing before him.

If he went with his mom, they would convince him to give up his friends, Eddie. Well, they'd let him keep the Wheeler siblings and Dustin. But everyone else would have to go. Byers, Max, and Eddie because they were poor. The Sinclairs because they were black. He doubted they would keep him from El, considering who her adopted father was, but it would be a near thing. Robin would have to go. She would be a little too queer for their liking.

He would be forced to work for his dad where the employees would hate him and the managers would resent him. He would marry some dull woman picked out by them and have as many kids as possible.

Pretty much the life he thought he would have with Nancy their junior year of high school. He would be comfortable, well taken care of and absolutely fucking miserable. For the rest of his life.

If he went with Eddie...there would no certainty at all. It would very likely be hard. They wouldn't have a lot of money (the government hush money could only take them so far after all). It would a life on the road as Eddie and his band traveled the country looking for fame and fortune. It would be rough. Five boys in cramped quarters.

It's possible the band wouldn't even survive two days let alone two years.

But Eddie would love him. He would be loved. Not just by Eddie, but Robin and the kids. Nancy and Jonathan and even funky little Argyle. As their friends spread out over the country, Steve and Eddie would visit them all. And maybe someday they'd find their place. Throw down roots maybe even grow a family of their own.

Steve took a deep breath and started walking.

*

Eddie wanted to call out to Steve, beg him to stay. To give him a chance to be something. Together.

He watched in horror and disappointment as Steve took one step and then another toward his mother. He couldn’t look away as Steve reached her.

Steve’s name caught in his throat. Would she at least let them say their goodbyes or would the last memory Eddie had of the love of his life would be his back as he walked back into the house with his mother?

Steve kissed his mother’s forehead and then suddenly he was running.

Eddie barely had time to open his arms before Steve had filled them.

Eddie opened his mouth to ask, but Steve kissed him fiercely. “Come on Eds, let’s go.”

He pulled back and looked Steve in the eye. “You coming with me, darlin’?”

Steve nodded. He looked back at his mother and then at Eddie. “It’s for the best, I think.”

Eddie knew he was right. Knew it was the best thing for everyone. But he still couldn’t believe it.

“All right, baby,” he finally said after a moment of taking it all in. “Let’s go find that horizon, shall we?”

Steve grinned. “Hell yeah!” He swung into the passenger side of Eddie’s van and Eddie hopped into the driver’s side.

They had sold the BMW for extra cash as the van would be better suited for traveling cross-country in. It had been put in his name a long time ago and it was the last connection to his parents.

Steve kissed Eddie on the cheek.

Eddie laughed. “What was that for, sweetheart?”

“For luck!”

“You my princess, baby?”

Steve laughed too. “The van is in much better shape then Millennium Falcon, sunshine.”

Eddie cackled as he pulled out of the driveway. He was going to start a life with the boy of his dreams. Life really couldn’t be sweeter.

*

When Maureen Harrington saw her Steven start walking towards her, she knew.

She had lost him. Maybe she never had him. He was determined in a way she had never seen before. He was resolved.

“I have to go,” he whispered as though the answer was pulled from him.

She nodded, tears forming on her lashes. “I understand.”

He dug in his pocket and pulled out a ring. She looked at it and her heart sank.

“No, Steven,” she murmured. “Your grandfather gave that to you.”

He pressed it into her hand. “I know, but think of it as my promise to come back. To see you. That I’m not giving up on you, I’m just choosing my own path instead of the one you and Dad wanted for me.”

Maureen clasped it tight her perfectly manicured hands to her chest. “I love you.”

He nodded and kissed her forehead goodbye.

She watched misty-eyed as he ran to his boyfriend, tears streaming down her face. She stood in that driveway until they were both out of sight.

She wiped her eyes and went back inside.

“Where’s that wastrel son of yours?” Clint growled.

“Saying goodbye,” she lied.

“Good.”

He turned on his heel and then said over his shoulder. “I want him in office the second he comes in, you hear me.”

She nodded knowing that he would be angry with her later. But she also knew that he would blame Edward Munson and not her for Steven not staying.

Maureen paused. She did feel a little guilty about that, but it was unavoidable. She slipped into the kitchen. The one room Clint would never enter willingly and sat down next to the phone.

She had work to do.

*

Wayne had just settled in for the night when his phone rang. He heaved a sigh and got wearily to his feet. The government had paid a hefty sum for the witch hunt of his nephew and an even tidier sum for keeping quiet about the monsters, which meant he wouldn’t have to work another day in his life.

But he still got a nice little job down at the local plant nursery watering the plants a couple times a week for something to do. He had just gotten home from that when the phone rang.

“Hello?” he greeted.

“Hello,” greeted the warm female voice. “I’m looking for an Edward Munson, is he there?”

Wayne sighed again. “May I ask what this is regarding?”

“Of course,” she said brightly. “He applied with us a couple weeks ago and I was just getting back with him.”

“Ya just missed him,” he said. “He went on a vacation and won’t be back for a few days.” Weeks, really. But he didn’t want to scare her off in case she actually had a job for him.

“That is unfortunate,” she said softly. “I will hold on to his application of course, but I can’t guarantee the job will be there when he returns.”

Wayne sighed a third time. He knew it had been too much to ask, but it had been worth a shot.

“I appreciate you thinking of him,” he said.

“Of course, you have a good day.”

He cursed his nephew’s luck again. Just as things were starting to look up for him, he missed getting a job by mere hours.

That was the last he thought about that conversation for a few days until a large manila envelope came for Eddie and Steve care of him. The damn thing even read: Steven Harrington and Edward Munson, C/O Wayne Munson.

The boys had gave him permission to open anything that might come from the government or the kids in case it was urgent, but he wasn’t sure about this.

Thankfully he was save from something like indecision when his phone rang.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie cried cheerfully. “You’ll never guess where we are!”

“Disneyland?” Wayne guessed with a huff of laughter.

“Aww...you guessed,” Eddie pouted.

“A letter came for you and Steve,” he said. “You two want me to open it?”

He heard whispering and then Eddie came back. “Steve says go ahead.”

Wayne opened the envelope and as he read the contents, he put his hand over his mouth as tears streamed down his face. It took a couple of tries, clearing his throat before he said, “It’s from your mom, Steve.”

“Oh.”

“It’s a bunch of paperwork transferring your joint bank account with your parents to one with Eddie,” Wayne explained. “As well as your information about your trust fund.”

“Oh.” Steve’s voice is breathless. “God. I assumed that they nixed that when I failed to get into college. That’s what it was supposed to be for after all.”

“Not according to the documents your mom sent over,” Wayne explained. “It was supposed to be given to you under one of three circumstances. Getting into college–”

Steve scoffed. “There went that one.”

“Getting married,” Wayne said.

Again Steve scoffed. “Would explain why they weren’t a big hurry for me to get hitched.”

Eddie and Wayne both chuckled in stereo causing Steve to laugh at how similar they were.

“Or when you turned twenty-one,” Wayne finished. “Which means next year the money is yours.”

“How much money could there be?” Eddie asked with a snort.

“By the time Steve gets it, at current interest rates?” Wayne said. “A little over a million dollars.”

“What?” Steve asked, his heart in his throat.

“Yup,” Wayne said. “And according to the bank statements of the new account she set up for the two of you, it has about three hundred thousand in it.”

“How?” Steve stammered.

“Well, according the statements of your previous account that she also sent along,” Wayne said ruffling through the pages, “there were deposits of five hundred dollars a month since you were born. As well as your checks from your jobs; the community center, the mall and of course Family Video.”

“Okay,” Steve muttered darkly, “but that only makes up for about a third of what you said was in there.”

“Apparently your first payment for stopping the apocalypse was put into this account when you were under the age of eighteen.”

Eddie swore. “And they didn’t fucking tell you?”

Wayne hummed. “Looks like there were some large withdrawals at first, but they were put back in only a couple months later.”

Steve scoffed. “Probably my dad and my mom making him put it back.”

“I agree,” Wayne said. “That makes the most sense. So if we add what you got from the government for your subsequent apocalypses, you boys will never have to work a day in your lives unless you wanted to.”

“Holy shit, baby,” Eddie cooed. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah,” Steve said. “It’s all unbelievable.”

Wayne nodded even though they couldn’t see him. “She also lists a couple of good financial advisors. I’ll give them a call and find one that fits, but you boys are free to do whatever the hell you want now.”

“Thank you, Wayne,” Steve murmured.

“Thank your mom, Stevie,” he mumbled. “She’s the one that did everything.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “I will. I promise.”

*

Steve slid down in the cramped little phone booth in shock. They had only meant to tell Wayne that they had made it California and that they were having a good time. He sure as hell wasn’t expect to have his life completely upended.

It was a good kind of unending. There was no doubt about that. But when he made the choice to be with Eddie, he made in spite of money not for money.

Eddie held out his hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s go make some noise in the happiest place on earth.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah. I can’t wait!”

As they walked through park slurping on sodas and laughing, Steve knew he had made the right choice.

Because really, falling in love with Eddie was the easiest thing he’d ever done.

*

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[joshslater]

Frat War

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"Sweet dreams," he said and knocked on my helmet. Then he gave me the finger straight in my face. "See you tomorrow or whenever," turned off the lights, and closed the door.

I was alone in the darkness. The only sound I could hear was the vibrator, or perhaps I just felt it and imagined the sound. I tried to jiggle around a bit to see if I could get loose, but I was securely tied up. It wasn't uncomfortable, perhaps not surprising given all the padded sports gear they forced on me, but I would probably have burning muscle aches when they eventually cut me loose. Right now it was the pungent smell of locker room from the gear that bothered me more, or perhaps even more the sock gag they taped in place. It just kept leaking a foul, sour taste. They can't be this bad naturally so it must be because of the oil.

Fuck, I'm losing it. My mind keeps wandering and not focusing. I'll take it from the start.

So someone in the linear algebra class asked if I could walk by the KAX frat house on my way home and hand over some homework to Chase. I didn't recall seeing him before, but then the class lecture hall is large and some people are watching the classes remotely. I assumed we had spoken though, because how else would he know I passed the frat house on my route? "Sure," I said and grabbed the manilla folder from him.

After one lecture in mechanics, friction more specifically, I was on my way home. The KAX frat house was a weird-looking brick building that had been some sort of school before it was converted, with a decent-sized front garden. I walked up the gravel walk to the door and just as I was about to press the buzzer the door flung open and a half dozen dudes tackled me to the floor.

"Hey! Let me" was all I managed to shout out before someone stuck a rolled towel between my teeth. I was pressed down into the floor by several hands and knees. "You find it? Is it him?" someone asked. I could hear rummaging above me. "Yeah, it's here. Schematics, codes, everything. He even put it in a folder with KAX written on it. What a fucking stealth ninja."

I had been set up! For what I didn't know, but I started to struggle and shout pleadings to them, which probably came out as muffled nonsense. "Spritz him," someone else said, and soon after a pair of hands held my head still, while a third inserted something into one nostril, sprayed a mist into it, and I blacked out.

"He's awake," someone called out far in the distance, and I wondered who he meant. There was something in my mouth but as I tried to reach for it someone grabbed my arm. Slowly the frat house and the ambush came back to me and I opened my eyes. I saw myself in a large, wall-mounted mirror, sitting relaxed in an armchair that had been placed in a home gym. I was dressed almost completely as a football player. Cleats, socks, tight pants, undershirt, and two guys were about to tie the shoulder pads in place. I had two black streaks under my eyes and duct tape over my mouth keeping whatever in place. There was a funky smell of locker room as if the uniform hadn't been washed. "Almost done. Keep calm and don't struggle, and we won't knock you out again."

I wasn't sure what was happening, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't get far if I tried to fight them. The guys put on a football Jersey in the school team's colors, followed by elbow pads and gloves. Then they helped me up from the armchair and moved me over to their lat pulldown machine, I think it's called. It looked like it came from a professional gym that I imagine the frat had grabbed at some bankruptcy auction. In the few steps over I could feel something else was wrong. I had been so overwhelmed by the sensations of a full football outfit I hadn't noticed something was weird in the groin area.

Once seated on the machine the guys started to tie me in place with thick ropes. Another pair of guys carried the armchair out of the room so the only remaining furniture was gym equipment. I was still at a loss for what the purpose, as well as the reason, for all this was. In front of me one guy rolled up a white sock that was discolored as if it had been heavily used in black shoes. He then picked up a small bottle, unscrewed it, and used the dropper from the lid to squirt some liquid into the rolled-up sock. He then tore off a new strip of duct tape, ripped off the tape from my face, replaced the cloth in there with the sock roll, and taped it shut again. I figured if I resisted they would just use whatever that spritz was again.

"We have a private cannabis oil blend with some other shit mixed in that gives you these amazing sexual highs. Just rock hard for hours while you can space out to your favorite porn. Very dangerous to use too often or too long." He pressed a helmet on my head and locked it in place with the strap. "With the concentration you're getting, and released over such a long time, you'll end up forming completely new sexual attractions to whatever you're subjected to." He pressed something near my hip and I could feel what might have been a cockring starting to vibrate. "To what is however the question." He was about to leave when one of the other guys pointed at something on the floor.

He reached down and plugged in an air humidifier. "We put so much effort into this, and I almost forgot it. We've been pulling moisture out of gym clothes for months to create this experience for you. I'm really interested in what the outcome is. The original idea was to turn you gay for football jocks, but I think it's more likely you'll end up sexually attracted to locker rooms. Or bondage. Well, tell your bros at the frat we won the prank battle this year."

My mouth was filled with bitter, sour taste and my eyes started having trouble focusing on him.

"Fuck, it stinks. Let's leave boys before it sticks in the hair. I bet it takes weeks to get out. Sweet dreams," he said and knocked on my helmet.

[like-apollo]

Dante and David (Part 2)

 FRIDAY

Dante woke up the next morning with cum in his sheets. 

“Guess I’m doing laundry today.”  David and Dante both go to work that morning as usual.  They know Maria is coming over for dinner tonight and they'll have to play it cool. But David gets a filthy idea while he’s at work. 

When he gets home, David walks to kitchen with groceries in hand.  “Hey Dante.  You cool with tacos and fajitas for dinner?” he gives his son a knowing look, which Dante picks up on. They both smirk.

“That sound great to me."

David changes out of his work attire and and starts making dinner.  Dante helps with the meat as David chops veggies.   Dante finds himself thinking about his dream and his dad’s bare ass.  He was so curious about it - how did it look up close? How funky was it? What does it taste like?  What was gonna come out?

David was still horny from last night since he never got to bust.  Tension was growing in the kitchen.  David feels his stomach rumbling and he clenched his ass, trying to hold it in.  He chops the onions while feeling the gas pushing against his clenched asshole.  It was ready to bust out no matter what.

Dante notices how his dad’s discomfort.  David can’t hold back anymore.  He intentionally steps in front of Dante and backs his ass against his waist. 

PFFFRRRRTTTTTTTTTTFFFF BRUMMPPPRRRRTttSs

David pushes out a long, deep 15 second fart right on Dante’s dick.  This makes Dante hard immediately.  David feels his son’s dick growing and pushing against his hole.  The stench comes quickly and Dante is in a state of bliss. 

“Sorry son I –“

Dante quickly puts his hand over his dad’s mouth, interrupting him.  He grabs David’s waste and pushes it up harder against it.  He leans in to his dad and whispers “Don’t apologize, I want more”.  This pushes David over the edge as he starts moaning, his head falling back on Dante’s chest.  Dante grabs his dad’s firm ass with both hands and starts moving his hands down his pants and rubbing his ass cheecks. 

Both are loving this moment, feeling as though time stopped.  This was all they had right now.

“Dante there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you about… it’s”

David is interupted again when they both hear the front door open.  They shuffle away from one another quickly, knowing that Dante’s mother just arrived.

Maria walks in the kitchen and her bubbly personality fills the room.  “Wow!  Something smells great”.  Dante and David give each other the same look, smirking.  The food was almost ready.

They finish making dinner and sit down to eat.  It’s a nice energy but there’s still so much tension lingering.  Throughout the night, Dante and David lock eyes with intensity. 

Dante notices David adding extra cheese to his fajitas.  He gives Dante a smirk which sets Dante’s dick off again.  He knows what cheese does to his dad’s stomach - and what’s coming for him later. 

As the night progresses, they finish dinner and Maria gets ready to head out. David is feeling stuffed and tense at this point.  He ate too many fajitas and the cheese was not agreeing with his stomach.  His face is scrunched up. 

“I know what that look means” Maria was familiar with David’s habits. 

“Yeah mom, you might want to head out before it’s too late haha”.  Dante was eager to be alone with his dad again.

They all share a laugh and say goodbye.  David walks Maria outside and comes back in.  Dante is sitting on the couch as David shuts the door behind him.  He locks the door as his eyes lock with Dante.  He dims the lights and walks over slowly with a primal look in his eyes.  Dante takes his shirt off and David follows suit.  David is now standing in front of seated Dante, his dick level with his son’s face. 

Dante puts his hand around David’s waste and pulls his pants down, revealing David’s heavy bulge pushing against his white underwear.  Dante strips down removing his shorts and boxers, rsrevealing his hard, 8 inch dick. 

Dante hears David’s stomach rumbling again and he knows it’s time.  He turns his dad around and gets on his knees, face pressed up against David’s ass.  He sees the skidmarks on his dad’s underwear, just like in his dream.

PrRRrrRRRFFfffumppppbroooumppttt

A strong fart busts through David’s underwear and Dante takes it right to the face. 

“Fuck Dante, take that fart.

Dante is moaning now, jerking off his dick.  David starts playing with his own dick as he removes his underwear. 

He spreads his bare ass in front of Dante’s face and starts to sit down.  Dant’s head gets pushed back to the seat of the couch as David’s ass engulfs his face.  His ass smells like sweat, dirty fajitas, and pure shit. 

Dante is in heaven as his dick is getting harder.  David feels his tongue moving around the outside of his hole, as he starts pushing out. 

Prrrfffffummppttt

“Oh Fuck Dante, there you go.”

Dante pushes his tongue deeper into David’s hole, tasting the funkiest parts of his asshole while David strokes himself faster and harder.

Warm air fills his mouth directly from the source.  It echoes down his throat and vibrates as he starts choking.

BRRRRRMMMMMMPPP

BRPPTtttTTT

Dante’s screams come out as a faint moan while he’s buried under David’s ass. He’s close to cumming while his throat is filled with the shitty aroma.  David grabs his son’s cock and leans down to suck on it.  The position pushes Dante deeper into his ass.

BBMPPPRRRRUMPPTttTTtttTsssSs

“Ahhh-uggghhh” – David lets out a strong fart down Dante’s throat as Dante fills his dad’s mouth with his load.  David slurps on his son’s cock and swollows every drop.  He stands up, dick still hard, and turns to see Dante panting to catch his breath after suffocating under the giant ass. 

“Get on the couch, boy.” 

David is still rock hard at this point.  He positions Dante on his stomach and gets behind him, pressing his lips against Dante’s sweaty hole. 

Dante starts getting hard again, feeling his dad kiss his hole, tongue going deeper.  He lets out a few farts in his dad’s face while David strokes himself.

BbbbBrrrRRmmpppTTtT

David taste’s his farts, which brings him to the edge. 

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”

Dante spreads his cheeks as dad repositions himself.  He presses the tip of his 9 inch cock against Dante’s wet hole.  Dante lets out a soft moan as his dad’s cock presses deeper into his ass. 

PpppRrumppppppTTT 

He farts on his dick, which makes David press in deeper and give him harder strokes.  With each pump, Dante’s ass talks back on David’s dick.

Prrrrrppptt

PhrruMmtt

PhffrumptTtssSs

PrrumptssSSsSs

His farts were getting wetter and louder as David was on the verge of cumming.  He gave Dante one last deep pump, causing his ass to spill open as a warm, wet fart engulfed his father’s dick.

“Ahhhhh fuck!”

David was cumming buckets inside of Dante.  Dante let fart after fart vibrate around his dick.  They were boath moaning as the remainder of David’s load pumped inside of him.  Dante turned around and looked deep into David’s eyes.  They kissed each other for the first time, and then collapsed on top of him.  They lay there quietly for a few minutes.

“We should probably get some sleep” Dante was exhausted and David agreed.  Dante went to take a quick shower as David cleaned himself off.  David laid down straight into bed. 

Dante came out of the shower and felt like a new man, having finally experiencing his deepest desires.  He laid down in bed that night naked thinking about this new experience.  He wondered if him and his dad would do it again or if it was just a one night thing.  He felt a little guilty for crossing the line and was thinking about how things could change.  He tried to wind down but he couldn’t fall asleep.  He wanted to talk to his dad about all of this.

He got up and walked over to his dad’s room, opening the door slowly.  His dad was sound asleep laying on his side, still wearing the same dirty underwear.

Dante walked over to David and got in bed with him that night.  He laid on his side, feeling his dad’s chest against his back.  In his sleep David wrapped his hands around Dante and it calmed him down. 

A few minutes go by.

Pffrrruuumpppttt

David is farting in his sleep which catches Dante’s attention. His thoughts start controlling him as his dick gets hard again. He slowly releases himself and goes under the covers, smelling his dad’s gas. 

Dante gets behind his dad and pushes his face up against his dad’s underwear-clad ass.  He breathes in the warm funk, feeling high from the fumes.  David let out more farts in his sleep as Dante took each one to the face, breathing in as he caressed David’s torso. 

He falls into a deepthat night with his face buried in his the funky ass.  

SATURDAY

PhhhffbbRRrrrrruummMmmtT

In the morning, David wakes himself up with a warm fart.  Dante is still under the covers, buried face first in his ass.  David wiggles around slowly, causing the smell to disperse over his face.  He puts his hand on the back of Dante’s head and pushes it closer against the crevice of his underwear, feeling his nose press against his hole.

BbrrRrRrumMmpt

Dante slowly comes to conciousness as he realizes he’s trapped in David’s dutch oven. Instinctively, he lowers the dirty underwear and goes in face first, tongue-fucking the dirty hole pressed against his face.

David is moaning but suddenly gets tense.  He feels his hole tighten up and realizes what’s coming is more than a fart.  Dante is still licking the rim of his hole, moving up and down.  He tries to penetrate with his Tongue but David is too tight.

“Dante, you might want to move your head.  I -”

“No dad, I’m gonna take it… No matter what.”

“I have to shit, Dante” David says, feeling more urgency.  He leans forward to get up but feels Dante pull him back from the waist.  He moves David back so he’s laying on his side and pulls his face close again, opening his mouth and surrounding David’s tight pressure filled hole.

David isn’t sure about this but he feels the pressure building fast.  He tries hard to hold it in but the fajitas from last night are coming back with a vengance.

Dante breathes warm air on the hole, massaging around it with his tongue to help him relax.  He feels the pressure around the tight hole as the taste gets warmer and earthier. 

“I want you to feed me.”

Dante knows he’s pushing the envelope.  He knows that once they cross this line, there’s no going back and their relationship would change.  It would bring them closer.  David can’t hold it back anymore.  He feels Dante’s tongue push harder on his clenched hole and he’s losing control.

“Uhnnn… Gaaah”

Brrrhhh-Pft

A low but potent fart releases from his ass.  It’s wet, feels warmer, and tastes like pure shit.  Dante opens his mouth with his lips around David’s hole, feeling the pressure expand.  He’s stroking himself tasting the wet, shitty musk when he feels a new texture slide on his tongue.

David is groaning, with his hand pressed on Dante’s head.  He’s holding it still so he can’t move.

“Here it comes…” David pushes out and a fat log busts slowly past his open hole and right across Dante’s open lips.  It fills his mouth quickly.

“Ughhhh”

Feeling instant relief, he takes a shit down Dante’s throat.  Dante instinctively tries moving his head back, unable to breathe, but it’s locked in by David’s strong grip.

“Yeah, that’s a good little dumpster.  Take daddy’s shit like a man.”

Dante chokes on a mix of David’s gas and fresh shit, which pushes his limits.  He can barely breathe and any air he gets is toxic.   He’s still locked into David’s, ass to mouth, as feels more pressure on the hole. 

“I’m not done yet.”

David sits up and turns his body so he is sitting directly on Dante’s face, locking him down with his legs.  He pushes out a soft turd from his ass and into Dante’s already full mouth.  At this point, Dante his absolutely no control as his mouth is overflowing.

At the same time, he has never been this turned on.  He surrenders his willpower completely.  He feels lightheaded but his dick is throbbing.  David still has him pinned down against his shit-covered hole but he needs to breathe. Slowly but surely he swollows it all down. He pants heavily into David’s ass.

“Good work baby boy.  Now wipe for daddy.”

David starts rubbing his hole against Dante’s face leaving skidmarks across his nose and around his beard.  David is stroking his own cock as he leans forward and sucks, causing Dante to moan with intense pleasure.  Dante cleans his hole with his tongue again as his cock is throbbing in David’s mouth. 

“Mmmmmhhhmmm.  UGH I’m gonna bust.” 

Dante shoots a thick load down David’s throat with a loud moan.  David keeps sucking until every thick drop of cum is out, which has Dante on the verge of screaming.  David gets up, releasing Dante and turns around to face him.  He gives him a deep kiss, with a mix of Dante’s cum and David’s shit spilling into each others’ mouth. 

David is stroking himself harder and his breathing gets shorter.  Dante moves his head down while David’s stroking himself and he wraps his lips around David’s member.  David thrusts his cock down his son’s throat, still wet and dirty from their kiss.  His balls tense up and he pulls out, shooting a heavy load across Dante’s face and chest.  Ropes of thick cum cover him while David is panting until he collapses on the bed. 

Dante laid there next to David, knowing this was just the beginning of his new life as a fart sniffing dumpster.

[skz-haneul]

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A is for : *talking to stay on bubble* and i can’t believe i forgot i live with 3 smelly ratty gym bros, oh yeah and hyune (context because she can say the most wildest things sometimes: she came home to rest and saw the mess 3racha made with their shoes)

B is for : *pointing at bang chan* beep beep beep person who needs sleep detected beep beep tackle him with pillows (real)

C is for : *comparing butts with han* can’t relate, my bum is the size of jupiter (she got rich problems)

D is for : *on live cooking with lee know* did you just say 127, puku puku pow po- … i couldn’t help myself im sorry (same tbf)

E is for : *trying to convince felix to play games together after sneaking into the cuties dorm at 12* esteemed companion shall we partake in a rendezvous of ludic engagement within the realm of digital entertainment (why is she fancy all of a sudden)

F is for : *dancing to whip nae nae* forget break your legs, i just broke my back (sometimes she acts like she fought in ww1)

G is for : *telling a joke* guys, what did the chicken say when it saw something amazing, daebak-bak-bak (i laughed more at the silence than the joke)

H is for : *playing games with seungmin* hey there buster, no more mr nice guy (and now she’s an american bully???)

I is for : * listening to asap by stayc with her headphones on but everyone else can hear it* i will ‘asap 내 반쪽 아니 완전 copy’ till the day i die (i think she likes asap)

J is for : *caught by talker insulting changbin after he died in a 2 player obby on roblox* just kidding. i would never call anyone a worthless flop of a human, im too hot for that (dayum girl (you are hot tho))

K is for : *greeting staff as she walks in the room* konichiwa my despacito burrito (miss worldwide fr)

L is for : *during an interview talking about her biggest pet peeves* losing should have never been invented because i do not take it very well (i sadly relate to this a lil too much)

M is for : *in an interview* my whole life has felt like a fever dream tbh (icl I burst out laughing)

N is for : *after getting a really packed schedule* news flash: im bombing the jyp building (not without me)

O is for : *game of hide and seek* opps at the end of my block (yungneulta back at it again)

P is for : *during a game of dodgeball* please stop throwing the balls at my beautiful face (the way felix tried to aim harder)

Q is for : *out with hyunjin* questionable face you got on there but ok (context again: she went to the bathroom in a restaurant and then half her burger was gone)

R is for : *english school with skz* right, 77+33=100, stay with me now, because the government- (i don’t think they’re passing)

S is for : *trying on corsets* snyatched qween *throwing poses faster than lightning* (nothing but facts)

T is for : *seungmin launching a pillow at her head* that is not very slay queen, period bestie of you seungmin (what is up with her dictionary)

U is for : *boiling eggs…* umm, minho, yknow when you told me to boil eggs, i may have burnt the water… again (the only thing i have to say is how?)

V is for : *a seagull stole her chips she was eating* vile, disgusting, yucky seagulls are the disgrace of all birds that can fly, them absolute fatties (she was buggin for the rest of that skz-codeq)

W is for : *randomly, out of the blue*why is life not getting funky anymore? (my exact question)

X is for : *on live* x-(7+95)=y“ please, abeg, go find changbin (she loves maths)

Y is for : *english school with skz pt.2* yes so the climax of the quintessential elements of the rainbow create the lyrical description of the factitous colours (like i said before, they’re all failing)

Z is for : *on skz-talker* zero amount of people called me sexy today… im sooo frickin pissed (not the white chicks reference)

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Okay SINCE I DID A YAP SESSION ANALYSIS ON CONNIE. IM DOING ONE FOR PENNY/JANE. buckle up this might be a tad longer since I'm obsessed with funky lil tragic girls that are doomed to the dramatic irony of their worst fears

Okay. So. Jane/Penny IMMEDIATELY sets up the overall undertone of the musical during Karnak's Dream Of Life. I was admittedly a tad confused upon first seeing it— especially with how it seemed to be brushed off for a good 15 first minutes of the musical. Then- woah. Holy shit. Jane appearing from behind the curtains out of basically nowhere as the "mystery contestant" gave me chills. Her tone as a character is so vastly contrast to the others in such a surreal and unnerving way that you can't help but be so intrigued but wary. Especially with how, like— so many characters similar to her that I've seen tend to be villianized a lot. But- no. She's- she feels more- human. To me, at least. That's the irony of it, huh? She doesn't know who she is. She walks with only the lingering regret & guilt of mourning a distant memory that she might never get back. Cursed to a fate that's admittedly horrifying when you think about it; all without knowing or remembering what she did to deserve such fate. Jane- DEFINITELY has some catholic guilt themeing going on, and it's fun to speculate all the religious undertones and details of her character!

She's just- so interesting to me. I deadass had to pause the musical and stare at my screen for a few minutes after TBOJD just so I could like- take it all in. Since it REALLY. REALLY. Hit close to home for me, as someone who's very much struggled and even temporarily lost their sense of identity, often being deemed forgettable by most— or just straight up cast out and alienated. Being formerly religious and deathly afraid of messing things up and ending up in the bad place was just the cherry on top!

Jane is. Such a complex character to me, ESPECIALLY if you bring (Legoland)Penny into the mix, viewing them as the same person. There's so much dramatic irony and slight foreshadowing in both shows that only deepens her as a character.

She's definitely not dumb or anything, that's for sure. She seems to be pretty damn smart! Guess it runs in the family, lol.

But like- being forgotten by almost everyone, well aware of the horrible fate you've been condemned to. Confused and lost, yet simultaneously an empty shell of someone who used to be "human." Now just. Only viewed as a creepy, unfeeling empty "doll." Not knowing how to properly express your emotions and desperately trying to connect with others, seeking that warmth of familiarity that deep down you know you'll NEVER get back. Nothing is waiting for you after the smoke clears. You've been abandoned by everything you currently know, including "god" itself. Swallowed up whole by time itself like you never even existed. You just want to go home. You just want to feel something— anything. You just want someone to treat you like a person and tell you who you are.

It's. So heartbreaking once you realize some of the implications and slight foreshadowing placed in Legoland. Penny says something about how she was afraid that nobody would notice if she died. There's multiple references to decapitation. Both Karnak & Ricky repeat lines that Penny’s said in the Legoland script. There's so many little details about her and it's just JRHRGSHAHAKJSEGGAJA/vvpos

SPEAKING OF LEGOLAND & PENNY!!

She. Probably harbors a lot of guilt, going off of all the implications & themeing around her in both LL AND RTC. Penny's shoved around a lot from what we know— even to the point of people burning her backpacks & having to avoid the stairs entirely just so she doesn't get shoved down them, risking breaking something. Yeah, she DEFINITELY has her flaws; but that's honestly what made me connect with her. Even without the flaws, I very deeply related to her as well, just as I did with her inevitable future "self." (If you believe in the LL! Penny = RTC! Penny/Jane Doe thing like I do!!) How she just- kinda attaches herself to her interests & the whole lashing out and fucking MAIMING A GROWN MAN reminded me of myself a lot. (I have not maimed anybody for the record. But I did lash out at other kids and have actually hurt them before. Not severely, but- I'm definitely not proud of it. I had BAD. anger & mood issues.)

OH. And then you discover Ezra's existence!! Which. Makes shit a LOT worse! Adds a lot more potential with how you see Jane Doe as well, along with a LOT of potential for Ezra's character as well. UUGauahah it's always the doomed siblings that get me I totally haven't cried over this damned trope before multiple times wdym

But yeah! There's. So many intricate details about everything— the themeing, the implications, hell- even in the character design & NAMES‼️‼️ (The last name being LAMB is just. Really ironic to me. Lamb to the slaughter,,)

RGRHJSSGHD THERES SO MUCH DRAMATIC IRONY ESPECIALLY WITH THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN TOWN THING IAAGKKFK AND ALL THE DETAILS WITH SYMBOLISM I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT ALL THE DETAILS THEY PUT IN THIS GOD FORESAKEN SHOW SOMEBODYHELPM

so yeah uh I'm. Not normal about Jane/Penny in the slightest! You can definitely tell the Lambs are my favorites JSHSHSSHSJ (Connie's also one of my favorites if you can't tell sHES SO SILLY AND DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE TOO AIAYSGSUIAK)

Everyone in this fucking musical deserves better you can't change my mind (excluding the carnie. That fucker can go die in a ditch <3)