#sorry will be spamming stuff here of frames and stuff too!

[thunderc1an]

⋆˙⟡⋆｡°✩Westward Bound ⋆｡°✩⋆˙⟡

[rivendellwatch]

Happy Day 2 Of Spice Week!!!

Hi friends! Just a gentle but important reminder as we roll into Day Two of the event. There has already been four separate infractions yesterday, so I want to clarify a few things to make sure this space stays fun, respectful, and enjoyable for everyone (also sorry it's a bit late, I had driving related stuff all morning).

1. Someone call Haldir — there’s a troll nearby. Yes, actually. We've had someone trying to troll the AO3 collection, submitting fics from other fandoms, ignoring the rules, and generally trying to sneak around moderation like they’re invisible with a Ring of Power. I’m very glad the collections are moderated.

Named or anonymous, both are being checked. So yes, if your fic’s in the queue and hasn’t been approved yet, we’re doing our jobs. That’s why. Please be patient!!

2. If you’re unsure about your fic, please reach out, with care. I don’t mind checking if something fits the rules, but if you’re sending something intense, NSFW, or super gory, please say hello first and include a content warning. ;-;

Don’t just drop 12 paragraphs of chaos with no warning! X')))))

3. Do. Not. Harass. My. Mutuals. If you’ve been blocked, that’s between you and me. Do not go around messaging my moots to ask why. Do not send anon asks. Do not try to guilt-trip them into defending you or getting you back in. They’re not your grievance hotline. They’re just here to vibe. Leave them alone. (Yes, I'm talking about you, dear account, spamming moots to get your way back into the event. Get a hobby, touch some moss.)

4. Read and follow the rules. Seriously. This is meant to be a cozy, spicy Rivendell inn of an event, not a battleground. The rules are there to protect the space and keep it welcoming. Don’t test boundaries for fun. This isn’t Mordor. I will not walk into chaos willingly.

🚫 Things That Are NOT Allowed:

Let’s get serious for a second (I know, tragic). These themes will not be accepted, allowed, or tolerated:

❌ Underage content (and that includes "but they’re technically 300 years old" if they’re mentally a child or presented as underage).

❌ Non-con / dub-con (nope. not even if it's ‘fantasy’ or ‘symbolic.’)

❌ Sexual assault / rape (again, NO.)

❌ Bestiality / zoophilia (If the creature isn’t sentient (can’t speak, can't consent, or doesn't have a complex personality like a person), don’t write spicy stuff about it.)

❌ Explicit or glorified abuse (BDSM, kink etc are not automatically abuse. Consensual kink between adults — including things like power dynamics, restraints, etc. — is allowed as long as it’s clearly framed with consent, safety, and communication (whether in the fic, author note or the tags/warnings). We know the difference between "consensual rough play" and "non-consensual harm," and we expect contributors to know it too.)

❌ NSFW content involving minors in any way

❌ Extreme graphic violence

❌ Using mis-tagging to sneak around these rules (If you do this, I will personally hunt you down for sport)

Any work including the above will be rejected from the AO3 collections and not promoted or associated in any way with Spice Week. If I see it... I’ll be pulling a full Galadriel-when-the-ring-tempts-her moment.

And you will be blocked. Simple as that.

If you're ever unsure whether your content crosses that line, feel free to ask — it's better to clarify!

Minors DNI. I Mean It.

I hate to sound like a mom and not the unhinged older sibling I truly am but: MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. DO NOT PARTICIPATE!!!

This event is 18+ only.

And if I catch you trying to sneak in, I will go full Elrond at the Council:

“You have only one choice. The ring must be cast back into the fire.” Translation: Blocked. Yeeted. Banned.

ABSOLUTELY NO ACTOR X ACTOR CONTENT.

This is your official warning, delivered with all the chaotic love of a Silvan auntie with a battle axe and a wine goblet: do NOT submit Actor x Actor stuff. I beg. I plead. I gnash my teeth like Gollum in a cave. I should NOT have to say this in 2025 but here we are.

No "Actor A x Actor B", no "what if the cast lived together in a cottage and accidentally fell in love over pancakes," no "they were at the Emmys and their hands touched" — STOP. RIGHT. THERE!!!!.

This is a SPICE WEEK for LOTR, Rings of Power, the Silmarillion, all that delicious Middle-earth madness. You wanna write Gil-galad pining like a sad Victorian maiden? YES. You wanna write Celebrimbor doing morally questionable things with molten gold and Sauron’s attention? YES AGAIN. But if you try to hand me anything that involves ACTORS DOING FAKE THINGS TO EACH OTHER, I will yeet it into Mount Doom myself.

This isn’t TMZ, it’s Tolkien. This is a safe space for fictional emotional damage, not crossing boundaries with real humans. Be cool. Be respectful. Be feral about canon if you want — just leave the cast ships OUT of your thirst posts.

If you post RPF to the tag, I will smite you with the Wrath of the Valar and a ✨very petty block✨. I’m not above it. Ask anyone. I’m powered by vibes and caffeine and I DO NOT flinch.

TLDR: No Actor x Actor. Not even a little. Not even as a joke. Not even “but it’s so soft” — NO.

✅ What IS Welcome (a.k.a. the Many Ways You May Sin Respectfully in Middle-earth):

Spice Week is your chance to let your imagination run wild through the plains of Rohan, the halls of Moria, and yes, even the caves behind waterfalls in Lothlórien (you know the ones). This event is here to celebrate all the fun, flirty, and feral aspects of the Tolkienverse, so as long as your content abides by the boundaries listed above — you’re welcome to go full “Galadriel with a sword” energy!!!

All Tolkien content is allowed: that means The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, The Silmarillion, Rings of Power, Unfinished Tales, History of Middle-earth, etc. If Tolkien even breathed near it, it’s fair game.

Any ships (canon, rarepair, OC x canon, elf x dwarf, whatever) are welcome — no judgment, no ship bashing. If it’s consensual, legal, and tagged appropriately, I’ll be there nodding like Elrond pretending to be chill while Legolas and Gimli flirt in front of him.

AUs? Oh absolutely. Modern AUs, coffeeshop AUs, swordsmith AUs, “oops we’re fake dating in Valinor” AUs — please. Go feral. Want to put Elros in a flower shop or Galadriel in a motorbike gang? Live your truth!

Ghosts? Time travel? Reincarnation? Magical body swaps? As long as consent and clear communication are respected in the narrative, bring the weirdness. We love a little fantasy chaos.

Fanfic, fanart, moodboards, poetry, crafts, playlists, embroidery of spicy verses in Tengwar — all forms of creative content are welcome! (Yes, even memes.)

Fluff-with-spice? Cool. Full smut? Sure. Just vibes and longing glances fading to black? Go off. So spicy it needs a Silmaril to cool down? Just tag it right, and we’re good!

Note: Absolutely not opening the floor for debates on the Not Allowed list.

This isn’t the Council of Elrond, you’re not Frodo dramatically volunteering, and I’m not here to hear impassioned speeches about “but what if it’s tasteful non-con??” No. The rules are firm, the mountain is closed, and if you try to toss this content into the fires of this event, I will be Gollum and bite your finger off. No tantrums, no loophole gymnastics, no “devil’s advocate” essays. Just vibes, fictional spice, and respecting boundaries.

If those do not fit your wishes, you're welcome to host your own event or post your stuff, just do not associate it to Spice Week.

Before I unleash the glorious chaos that is our 15 General Prompts for Spice Week, I just wanted to say—THANK YOU. You’re all a delight, a menace, and an inspiration. This event has already filled my inbox, soul, and tea mug with so much love and mischief.

These prompts are here to give you ideas, nudges, or dramatic lightbulb moments in the shower. You can use them, twist them, ignore them, combine them with other prompts, or just let them haunt you lovingly while you write something totally different. No rules, only vibes (and tagging, please tag).

There’s no pressure to do them all or do them in order. They're just here to make your creative brain go 🛼��️🛏️💦 (you know, in a respectful way).

Alright, here come the spicy goblins—I mean, prompts. Let's go!

Character A has Character B pinned against a wall, whispering what they’re going to do—but never touching.

Character B is trying to be professional, but Character A shows up wearing that outfit again.

“Say that again. Slower.” — Character A after Character B mumbles something suggestive.

Character B is jealous after seeing Character A flirt at the bar. They drag them away and make their point in a dark hallway.

“You look better in my clothes.” — Character A sees Character B wearing their shirt and nothing else.

Forced to share a bed. Character A wakes up to find Character B pressed up behind them—very closely.

Character A has a thing for power dynamics. Character B just found out—and uses it.

Character B is covered in marks from last night. Character A watches them try to hide them all day.

"You can’t just say that and expect me to behave." — Character A after Character B gives them a sultry command.

Character B has been teasing Character A all day. Now they’re locked in a room together. Alone.

Character A walks in on Character B touching themselves, saying their name.

They promised to keep it secret, but the risk of being caught just makes Character A want it more.

Character B gets flustered when Character A murmurs praise between kisses, hot and close.

Character A: “You’re going to stay still while I have my way with you. Understood?”

Post-argument tension. They didn’t mean to yell. But now Character B has Character A up against the kitchen counter.

🎡 THE WHEELS HAVE BEEN SUMMONED 🎡

Feeling spicy but not sure where to start? Roll the chaos dice! I've put together a set of Spice Week prompt wheels to help you brainstorm or throw yourself into creative chaos with zero warning. There are five wheels: one for names (because why not), one for rougher prompts, one for softer/lighter prompts, one for a word you must include somewhere, and one wildcard wheel for ✨surprises✨.

Use them as warmups, combine a few, or spin five times and suffer (respectfully). Absolutely no pressure to use them, but if you do, I’d love to see the wild combos you land on!

[Small note but the rough prompts wheel and the wildcard wheel are not on the same website as others because they are not "family friendly" so the website wouldn't allow me to share them. I re-made them on another website who does allow it!]

Character names wheel accessible here!

Rough prompts wheel accessible here!

Softer/lighter prompts wheel accessible here!

Word to include wheel accessible here!

Wildcard wheel accessible here!!

🔥 Daily Spice Prompts – Dynamics & Kinks Edition 🔥

Daily Prompt 1: The engine’s off, the windows are fogged, and Character A is straddling Character B in the backseat after a night they definitely didn’t plan to end this way.

Daily Prompt 2: They’re soaking wet from the rain, stuck in a cabin with no dry clothes—and the only towel isn’t big enough for both of them. Character B is very aware of how little is left to the imagination.

Daily Prompt 3: Character A loses a game. Their dare? Let Character B tie them to a chair and "do whatever they want" for ten minutes. Neither of them expected how breathless they'd be by the end.

Daily Prompt 4: Character A won’t stop teasing. Character B finally snaps and pins them against the nearest surface with a growled, “If you don’t want me to talk, shut me up.”

Daily Prompt 5: It’s been building for weeks—stolen glances, nearly-touching fingers, tension thick enough to choke on. Then one night, everything explodes—fast hands, desperate mouths, no more restraint.

Here are the links for the AO3 collections (for those wanting to post on AO)!!!

Here is the anon collection available here!!

Here is the named collection available here!!

Here is part one of the Banners!!! I'll post more in a few days, promise!!!

Also a huge thank you to @greenleaf4stuff for making the extension period banners!!! 💚 This is such a cute, thoughtful idea, and I love it so much, what a lovely way to remind everyone that there's absolutely nothing wrong with needing a bit more time!!! Life happens! And honestly, there's something really wholesome about celebrating the fact that we’re trying, despite everything 🥹💕

Whether you're running late, editing slow, or just now getting your spark back, this extension period is for you, and you're still so valid for participating!! Thank you so much again @greenleaf4stuff for making those!!!

🌶️ Spice Week 2025 – Tumblr Community Info! 🌶️

The Tumblr community for Spice Week is officially open!

It's a moderated space, so if you'd like to join (to share things, scream, support each other, or drop unhinged WIP lines at 2 a.m.), just DM me and I’ll send you the invite link directly!

That way we can keep things cozy, safe, and spicy in the best possible way 🖤

Anyway, hope you peeps are having an amazing day!! see you soon!!

[keikikait]

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕤! 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝟚 𝕤𝕦𝕓! choso x f!reader

pairing: camboy!choso x f!reader (both are early to mid 20s)

word count: 879

summary: living in tokyo is tough, and it’s hard to make ends meet. while you took the more traditional route, working a fulltime job in retail, your boyfriend took the more…alternative approach, not that you minded. word got to his fans about his pretty little girlfriend, and suddenly you find yourself working with him.

warnings: cam stuff, (kinda mean)dom!choso, sub!reader, porn with literally zero plot, fingering, spanking, clit slapping/pinching (lightly), spitting (oop), use of ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’, dacryphilia (kind of), edging, slight degradation/name calling [bitch (just once), whore, slut], pet name use [baby, sweetheart]

a note: i’m gonna be pumping out some fics for a while since i have a lot of ideas. that being said, requests are open!

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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[NEW MESSAGE FROM: deathpainting150]

{hopping on soon, this time with a special guest :-). remember guys, minimum donation of ¥200 to avoid spam! <3}

Choso was sitting with his back against the wall, long legs straight out in front of him with you bent over his lap, your cute ass right in frame, spread out for about 15,000 people.

You grip the bedsheets tight as his thumb swirls on your clit over your panties. There’s an obvious wetspot, he’s been playing with you absentmindedly as he was setting up the stream.

“Relax, baby.” He says, pressing his thumb down a little harder. “Wanna show everyone how good you are for me.” He pulls your panties down, the lace sitting around your knees.

Choso grips your asscheeks and spreads them. “Fuck.” He angles his head to get a better look at your spread cunt, still making sure to keep his face out of frame. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet, cunt’s so pretty and puffy…fucking hell.” He leans forward a little and spits on you, dribbling down your slit and dripping onto the bedsheets.

You whine and wiggle around. “Choso, please!”

He laughs, rolling your clit between his fingers. “What, baby? Come on, use your words. You know I don’t like it when you whine.” He pinches your clit for good measure, just to get his point across.

Your eyes roll back into your skull and your cunt clenches around nothing. “Please, fuck, please just touch me! I wanna cum so bad!” 

Choso ignores you, continuing to roll your clit around and occassionally pinching it. He loves having you like this; spread out over his lap, dripping everywhere, completely fucked out. Maybe if you were a good girl he would let you cum, too.

A loud dading! sounds through the room, signalling a donation.

[virtualpeaches has donated ¥1,000! “tease her a little bit more. make her cry.”]

Choso chuckles as he reads the donation aloud. “Oh, trust me, she’ll cry.” He rubs your clit with his thumb, occasionally dipping into your cunt just to tease you.

Another dading! sounds through the room.

[academicsallow has donated ¥5,000! “make the bitch beg 2 cum.”]

You barely even hear the next donation as Choso continues to tease your clit, barely even grazing it with his thumb. You get antsy and push your hips back directly onto his thumb, grinding your clit against it.

He laughs and presses down even harder, giving your asscheek a slap. “Fucking whore. Couldn’t even wait your turn, huh?” He lets you grind against his thumb, finding your neediness so adorable. 

He moves his other hand, draping his arm over your back and sinks two fingers into you. “Such a needy little thing. Grinding on my hand like I’m a fucking sextoy.” You push your hips back to meet his thrusts and he pulls his thumb away from your clit to spank you. “Who’s in charge here? You or me?”

When you don’t answer, he grips your hair at the root and tugs your head back. You finally stutter a response. “You! You’re in charge! ‘m sorry, Choso!”

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” He coos at you, his voice condescending. “Fucking act like it.”

You nod pathetically and he lets go of your hair, bringing his thumb back to your clit. Your head drops onto the matress and you grip the sheets. More and more donations are coming in, and you can only wonder what they’re saying about you. Maybe Choso will show you after, just to humiliate you a little bit more.

That familiar feeling builds in your tummy. “Fuck, Choso, please-shit! I’m gonna cum!”

He chuckles, applying more pressure with his thumb. “Yeah? Little slut’s gonna cum for me, hmm?” 

You nod again, pushing your ass back towards him, and right as you get to the edge-

Choso stops.

He completely pulls his hands away, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

You whine and wiggle, your cunt clenching around nothing. “Choso!” You ball your fists and tears of frustration run down your cheeks.

He laughs, unable to take you seriously. “Shush, baby. You’ll get to cum soon.” He grabs your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. “God, you look so pretty when you cry.”

“This isn’t fair!” You whine. “I’ve been a good girl!”

“I know you are,” He says. “But you aren’t in charge here, sweetheart, I am.” He lets go of your chin and goes back to rolling your clit between his fingers.

He straightens up a bit and reads through the chat. “If we make it to ¥60,000 I’ll let you cum, does that sound good baby?”

You shake your head. “I wanna cum now!” He ignores your protests, continuing to play with your clit. “Choso, please!”

He spanks you again. “Shush. Don’t make me gag you.”

You whine but lay there, like a good girl, as he continues to play with you.

Another dading! sounds through the room, and Choso reads this one aloud to you.

[sixeyedsatoru {tier 1 sub!} has donated ¥80,000! “Make her cum. I’ll donate another ¥20,000 if you use your cock.”]

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short n sweet, just how i like them. send in requests, por favor, give me some ideas.

pt 2 here

[and-im-goneee]

(Meant to be viewed in a wider format, sorry if it looks odd!) CAUGHT IN THE FLASH AND I’M GONE /lyr

LOG START ;; The camera is covered by the lens cap, so only audio can be heard. A bit of rustling comes through before somebody speaks. “…alright, it’s recording, uh…” The shuffling of footsteps on what is clearly grass can be heard before the voice talks again. “Hello! I am Wasabi, and I decided it’d be nice to record some stuff relating to…everything going on, really…I think I’ve seen some others do the same, so why not? Hopefully no one like Badware tracks down my location from me doing this, but…I-I think it’s fine. This camera’s pretty old, I dunno what they’d want to do with it.” More rustling is audible, then the sound of footsteps from somewhere far away from wherever Wasabi is currently. “…who- okay, that’s my queue to RUN-” Wasabi seems to run off before the ‘video’ cuts short. ;; LOG END

[ Information under cut! ]

Hello! @pitchforksraised here with a silly little askblog I made for fun! Do note that I am not affiliated with Saucify or the Die of Death team. This is entirely for fun.

Here are the rules!

DNI if you fall under a basic DNI list please.

I try my best to follow the canon of any source material I make ocs in, but I don’t know too much about the Die of Death lore, so sorry if stuff’s inaccurate.

NSFW is not allowed! I do not mind blood or violence or any of that considering the media this askblog is in, but going into sexual territory is strictly forbidden. I do not mind slightly suggestive asks, though; just keep it to a minimum. Please note that the Mod is a minor as well.

Spamming asks is not allowed. I will not answer and I will block you if you send 5 of the same ask all at once.

Unless it is talked about through DMs, then I’m not very comfortable with romantic interactions with other blogs. Get in contact and maybe we’ll get something done, but no promises.

Refrain from breaking the camera, please? It’s one of the main things of this blog (other than Wasabi himself) and I’d rather not question how to frame asks after.

Roleplaying, Magic!Anons and other types of shenaniganry are both allowed and very much encouraged! Just be civilized, sane and follow the aforementioned rules.

. The Muse / Notes!

Wasabi, ~24 and goes by he/him! Also goes by just Dash. Dash + Cloak. Carries an old camera around, records with it. Just so happens that he can communicate with other people with it! - During roleplay scenarios, the camera is simply just there. It’ll be recording, but the perspective will be pictured from the outside. ^ Same thing can go for certain anons or anons requesting physical contact with Wasabi. The picture will be on the outside of camera. Note that anons appear as average civilians with shades on unless specified otherwise. Speaks like “This!” Will likely pause and stammer a lot. Rather awkward with others, but he’s learning! Also very skittish. Typically has to interact first because the mere sound of footsteps from an unknown person will startle him (which, semi-related note, is what happened in the intro).

. Tags!

Recorded Interactions — Ask Responses

Doing My Own Thing — Intermissions / Filler

hey wait that’s not wasabi — Mod Posts

Note that anything can change, but major updates will be announced.

And that’s it! Thanks for reading.

[jaredinthefog]

Updated pinned post!

Y’ellow I’m Peter! Though you can also call me Jared. This is my horror themed side blog! My main accounts are @jaredthebc (Art Blog) and @jaredthebc2 (The account that this sideblog is attached to/where I reblog spam) I’ve been into horror since I watched my brother play Resident Evil and Silent Hill at a *way* too young age, and have always had a soft spot for the genre. I do occasionally post my own rambles here, maybe even art at some point, but for the most part this is where I reblog spam so I don’t make people uncomfortable by horror content on main lol

Notes about this blog

-I don’t trigger tag things as often here, since I figure if you’re going to an explicitly horror themed blog you’re expecting a level of blood and violence. Anything like that will more often than not be in the context of video games or writing, though I will tag if I feel it’s especially intense for whatever reason

-To add to above I’m operating on the idea everyone following this blog is 18+ since it’s horror, some suggestive stuff may be reblogged if I think it’s funny but I’ll try and tag it appropriately with NSFT

-I am very picky with my horror media, mainly in that I prefer psychological storytelling over a pure scarefest and just personally don’t vibe with slashers (not counting DBD). I’m very down for people to recommend me new horror media! Just be aware I might not engage with what you recommend for my own personal reasons and it’s not an attack if I disregard your suggestion

-I occasionally fuck up and reblog on the wrong blog, so uh, sorry if you get Pokémon jumpscared LMAO

Horror media I like!

AAA games: Silent Hill (esp Shattered Memories my beloved ❤️), Resident Evil, Dead By Daylight, Fatal Frame, Siren/Forbidden Siren

Indie Games: Pressure (Roblox), Mouthwashing, FNAF, Indigo Park, ALISA, Crow Country, Signalis, Subway Midnight

RPG Maker: Yume Nikki, IB

Other: The Magnus Archives, Nope (Jordan Peele), YOMAWARI, Rule Of Rose, Echo Night, Clock Tower 3, Story Of The Blanks (The MLP Creepypasta)

Hope ya enjoy your stay here with my spooks :D

[delusion-of-negation]

cruel people will quite often be able to put you in a bad situation, pressure you, even make you say and do certain things, then further demonise those, and use those as proof that you're the asshole. as much as sometimes i want to just air all the dirty laundry and manipulation and yelling at me and threatening and so forth that led up to me having the audacity to call somebody a cunt and/or just agree to let the person frame a situation their way because it's way too much effort to keep arguing, i generally don't do that, because ultimately you're arguing against the person who had months or years clear-headed and calm to make something up, while aware of the real situation and therefore preemptively able to predict responses you'd have. they do have the upper hand.

it haunts me a little, watching lies and inaccuracies in the stories go unchallenged, only to spiral into far more malicious things, to people telling me to kms, threatening me, various kinds of harassment, etc. it sometimes upsets me how, even if people were one day to grow past what they've done to me, there is always going to be that "actually when i did it to the freak, that was okay, they deserved it", and nobody intends to ever even say "sorry that happened, you shouldn't have had to go through this on top of the crap you already had on your plate" - i'm not really a person who wants your guilt or your self-blame, just understanding and ending the pain you caused, but good-nature doesn't get you very far in this bullshit.

and i've had a realisation, because hunter (who i've spoken to a couple times, he gave me some advice during bad periods) was just nearly killed by his gf's ex in a shooting, and watching people harass him to make fun of him while he's at his lowest has driven home that absolutely no level of pain somebody has experienced will be enough to make people say "i'm being cruel here" to somebody they hate this much. when i heard about what happened, all i could think was "fucking hell, i hope he's okay", but people have constantly been spamming him mocking him, even before the blood dried in the hallway, and he isn't a crappy guy, he hasn't done anything notably bad, in years all he's done is refute the transphobia and all that shit he used to promote, but the right and the groypers hate that so seeing him covered in his gf's blood while their attacker shoots himself in front of them is funny ig (and i mean seeing, there's a video).

so the understandable thought that if one makes a suffering visible enough, eventually the assholes in their life will care about it has come face to face so suddenly with the most extreme possible evidence that that's never ever going to be the case. people sometimes don't want to watch the world burn, but want to watch you specifically burn, and they fully feel justified in that mentality, and the more you do burn the more they laugh and the deeper they go in justifying it because eventually there's no going far back enough without having to face some real dark truths about what you're capable of. the lie, the idea you must deserve it, has to be believed by others at least, but likely by themselves too, and it seemed to be counter-intuitive initially that the more pain you experience the less they'll care, but that's actually a completely unavoidable reality. i spent so long just wanting to be heard out and seen and cared for, but finally i understand that there's no way out of this.

i don't like comparing things, there's stuff i've gone through recently and historically that you could say was better or worse than other stuff, but ultimately what i'm saying isn't "i feel as hurt as the guy who's life nearly just horribly ended", it's "i saw someone i care about go through hell, then get mocked for it, i related to that, and am concerned for both of us". it could be similar - a guy attempted to murder me, it fucked me up, and then people used it to hurt more after. and while i don't know hunter very well, it still sucks seeing someone who helped you lots covered in blood and then made fun of for it. and i can't help relating to the helpless anger he must be feeling. a youtuber criticised him for arguing with them when everything went down, instead of logging off to get time to process, but i get why hunter did that, why naturally you want to believe you can make people care if you just present your case and pain to them.

[astaroth1357]

I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer 

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty… 

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression*  “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan 

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was  literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too… 

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit?? 

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat… 

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus 

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub 

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup…. 

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…) 

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor 

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

[ravenwitch45]

Winx S1 Rambles

Yep, I'm doing this again but with Season one this time cause it has been far too long since I've watched this era of the show plus @yantarnii promised some gold frames which should be fun. Now full disclosure I'm watching the 4kids dub as I've never watched this dub and I wanted to expirience it since some people seem to like it, so if I refer to a line that isn't in the dub your familar with, that's why. I'll only be doing the first episode for now, as a bit of a teaser till I can really get into it and such.

Starting off with a positive of the dub, the intros got a cool song, while the CONSTANT "We are the winx" get's old the sequence referring to each girl is cool "Magical Flowers, Digital Powers, Rhythms and Tunes, The Sun and The Moon, Keep on searching far and wide for the Fire burning deep inside" I like stuff like that, though the lack of Aisha is already making itself known unfortunately. This is gonna be so weird. :(

I know I'm not the only one to note this but Gardenia looks so much more unique in the first three seasons, a ton of warm greens and yellows, make it feel like, well a garden. It's cool.

Okay three things here, Kiko looks completely fine despite being terrified seconds prior, and Bloom brings her suddenly complete apple with her despite biting into it instead of putting it in her now empty bike basket. Good to see inconsistency was pretty common already

Not Stella making her debut by kicking a demon across a clearing, again OG Stella was so cool.

Also is it just me or were the winx more powerful in their base forms then they are after Enchantix, Stella clears half a dozen monsters in one spell and I'd love to see Sirenix do that and such.

Buff Kiko, that is all I will say.

Bloom is both floating and on the ground at the same, it's hard to see with all the light but it's there.

Bloom hitting the imp so hard it literally dissappears is hillarious but honestly this kinda makes me want the Winx to have some more physichal weaponry, it would avoid all the spamming of energy blasts we get in later seasons.

Stella already has her scepter, Maybe a sword for Bloom, classic fairytale and all. Not sure if Flora or Aisha for a whip, both could work. Musa could have like one of those harp bows that she also plays for spells and stuff. No idea for Tecna though, maybe like an arm blade? Idk I'd love to hear any ideas you may have in replies tho.

The lighting of this season is beautiful btw.

Either Blooms hair is absolutely sopping wet or she needs to get a new robe, there are drops going through her hood.

Oh right Mitzy. Who fun fact voices her, Icy, Musa AND Digit in season 2. Girl got range.

Oh and then the Hunter Troll, with a... very uncomfortable looking design. Who approved this, I know he's a monster and all but he's somewhat humanoid so this design still makes me feel weird everytime he's on screen, just give him pants or overalls like Knut has.

Is it gay to call the scantilly clad girl you met in the woods just yesterday amazing? Sorry but how Bloom is with Stella feels like a crush to me XP

*Cue Mario 64 level enter sound* But seriously, Where did these kinda portals go? Like seriously just make sure every winx has a copy and the Omega Dimension incident would have been a slight hiccup rather then us thinking Tecna was full on dead! if you have portals in your universe, just use them smartly, please. Also Bloom isn't even looking at her XP

I forgot how OG red fountaion looked, looks nice, fits in a lot better with the other schools.

Brandon would scream, but he has no mouth, and neither does Sky I think. Also I will be saying there real names throughout this despite the whole ruse they have going on.

Cloud Tower! Still the only school i'd probably attend. it's purple, how can i not love it.

Cannot wait for these queens to be threatening again, also these outfits slay, even if I would never wear them.

I did not appreciate Magic Winx my first go around, but it is gorgeous, still beats Sirenix, fight me.

Again on the "The Winx and Specialists cannot keep track of anything useful" What happened to Riven's... rope? I don't know what to call it but I like it. Would have been handy if he kept it. Also Sky's sheild, maybe you wouldn't have gotten amnesia if you had a good way to block attacks princey.

Not much to say, just thought this was pretty.

And that's it for the moment. I'll get to the rest of season 1 when I feel like it but hope you enjoy this everybody.

[hoodiewithhorns]

Hmmm how about and argument scenario with Atsumu or Suna...or both 🥺

━  argument scenario with Atsumu and Suna ✧

ofc aw, also sorry if this is bad and out of character I still don't know much about these two (I'm wrapping up season 2) but I’ll do my best <3.

▲ cw : not proofread, established relationship, fem reader, crying , hurt + comfort, insecurities of abandonment , neglect, angst, slight jealousy, hint of smut at the end(for atsumu), all characters are 18+, MDNI. ▼

Atsumu 

- he had been in a bad mood from the start 

- he told you ahead of time he wasn’t feeling good so to surprise him, you went to go see him at one of his practices

- you brought him some fatty tuna and a few sports drinks to cheer up your lovely boyfriend

- arriving safe and sound with a bright smile eager to see your boyfriend

- only to find him talking to one of his fangirls, not one but 3 of them. laughing and smiling as they showered him in compliments and praise him for his athletic abilities he even let the girls touch him up for just a bit too long for your liking. 

〜 ☆

- you paused only to stare at the scene in front of you

- his brother disappointed in him, making signs that you were here waiting for him.

- he turned around to see you standing at the door frame of the gym a frozen expression plastered onto you as if you have just seen a ghost.

- those girls were pretty. prettier than you and the fact he let them touch up on him made your chest tighten. the gym was silent with only the sounds of volleyballs being thrown left and right. 

- you didn't say anything you just walked outside and waited for him to be done.

- he walked outside and drove you back home not even saying a single word.

he opened the door for you locking it once he entered as well. you still felt uneasy wanting an explanation as to why he would let those girls touch up on him like that. the way they touched his built physique left you a little hurt. you were sure if you brought it up to him it wouldn't be a problem right? just talk about it like a normal healthy couple does! right? of course!! you thought letting a few of the negative thoughts vanish from your mind.

you took a deep breath before you walked into the bedroom. Atsumu was sitting on your shared bed with his head against the headboard, scrolling through his phone watching videos to improve his spiking abilities. he seemed to be in a relaxed state, but he didn't spare a glance when you walked in. maybe he didn't hear you? you thought to yourself. the uneasy feeling overwhelming you feeling you'd breakdown at any second. 

“hey atsu.” you spoke lightly to him easing your way up to the bed. 

“what.” his tone clearly annoyed by you. you took a step back surprised by his tone and how he responded to you. he never replied with “what” it was always “yes?” or “yes my love?” taking another deep breath looking up to try and fight back your tears that were ready to stain your face at any minute now, “y-you okay baby?” you thought it’d be smarter to ask if he was still feeling okay and not bring up the fangirls..but you were dead wrong since it only set him off even more.

“I'm fine.” he grunted back at you still not looking up at you. he tightened the grip on his phone scrolling and staring at the videos more intensely now. “o-okay baby..um..” it wasn’t a good time to bring it up you already knew he was pissed off but you just wanted to get to the bottom of it immediately. if he was In a bad mood why would he talk to those girls all happy and giggly but with you a salty attitude? it didn't make sense you needed to know. “ why were those girls touching you like that.. were they your friends..?” that was the last straw for him he placed his phone down getting up to face you as you took a few steps back.

he was now hovering over you looking down at you full of anger, shivering at his mean gaze. “what's the issue? it’s just some fangirls who saw I was in a bad mood and wanted to cheer me up not like you who just walked away.” your hands were shaking at this point you felt sick to your stomach at how cruel he talked to you. how could you just stand there while girls were touching him and laughing clearly not caring he has a girlfriend?? what were you supposed to do walk towards him as if they weren’t there?

“but a-atsu I wanted to come cheer you up I made you some of your favorites-” 

“why do you care so much about some silly fangirls huh? don't we live together?? isn't that enough for you? but nooo you always have to think about yourself don't you?” he was being unreasonable at this point he knows how you get when fangirls are all over him. it was one of your insecurities that he’d reassure you didn't have to worry about since he’d never leave you, but here he was calling you selfish for caring about that.

finally, the gears in your head letting the tears promised to fall, fall down your cheeks. you sniffled rubbing your eyes as fast as you could to not let him see you but it was too late he already did. avoiding eye contact you spoke sniffling up your words.

“i just w-wanted to make you feel better why are you acting like this atsumu..”

you cried looking down as your tears hit the ground. his face switching from annoyance to concern, he messed up and he knows it. reaching out to hug you, you moved away from him and stormed out of the bedroom heading to the living room planting yourself on the couch as you hid underneath the covers to cry your little heart out. he followed you out the bedroom looking over at the meal and drinks you had planned for him. his favorite food and sports drink with a note written in your pretty handwriting he loved so much.

“I hope this makes you feel better baby! I love you so much!♡ xoxo”

- with much love y/n 

feeling his heart crack realizing the number he did on you just now. you had every right to be upset he knew you seeing him around other girls would’ve set you off he just wanted to appear as charming as possible. if his fangirls knew he was in a bad mood it would’ve caused his reputation to sink to the ground. still, he knows he shouldn’t have let them touch him like that especially if he had you at home. he let out a sigh walking up to the couch sitting right next to you with his head thrown back on the couch eyes never leaving you, watching and hearing you carefully. 

your sniffles did so much damage to him it already hurt him when he saw you cry, but crying because of something inconsiderate he did hurt him even more.

he pulled the covers down to reveal your redden tear-stained faced stilling sniffling but not fighting back when he pulled you into his chest. how could you fight back? you loved him you never want to consider leaving him as an option. you just wanted to fix things and so you let out a soft apology as he rubbed comforting circles on your back.

“no baby I'm sorry...I was being stupid and was in a bad mood but that doesn't give me the right to hurt you like this..” his voice soft yet firm making you ease up more into his chest as you sat in his lap to face him wrapping your arms around his neck.

he looked like a sad puppy he felt bad he really did which brought you to kiss him on the lips he smiled into the kiss feeling relieved. this lasted for what felt like forever. you pulled away and he rubbed the last bit of tears off your pretty eyes.

“I'm sorry baby I really am..I was like..an idiot sandwich you know?” you giggled at his joke making him smile as if he just won back his girlfriend. “it's okay atsu I love you.. please don't forget that okay?” he nodded pulling you in once more for a much more deeper and passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist while his hands roamed your body. letting out a soft moan into the kiss, his hands went under your shirt as he pulled away smirking.

“why don't you let me make it up to you pretty girl let me show you that those silly fangirls don’t mean anything to me yeah?”

Suna 

- he was always busy with volleyball

- which meant coming home really late.

- you supported him nonetheless adoring how talented he looked going against teams

- you just felt..empty without him

- he wasn’t just your lover but... your best friend 

- you missed his touch and his presence in general

- he kept coming home late from practice each week making you miss him more and more

- some nights he wouldn't even come home and would stay at a teammate's apartment at the very last minute instead of coming home to cuddle you like how he always did.

 - this made your head spiral wondering if he even acknowledges how much you miss him. 

- you understand his practice and games end really late but still, you were his girlfriend a little reassurance through a phone call or a facetime would be enough for you to sleep alright for a night.

- his texts also caused you to feel more alone back then he would spam you with stupid stuff the twins were doing back in high school and even a little bit now with stuff his teammates were doing with the occasional “i love yous” and the simple but sweet heart emojis he’d send. now it wasn't even like that. 

you glanced at your phone and it was 11:34 PM and still no text from him or sign of his arrival. did he even care at this point? you wondered tossing and turning in your shared bed scrolling through Instagram. your eyes lit up when he messaged you. hoping maybe it would be an i love you or an apology for being so neglectful towards you. 

“hey. i’ll be coming home at 12.”

“okay tarō be safe. I love you♡”

read at 11:40 PM

you sighed feeling a little happy he at least was coming home soon. still, an I love you back would’ve been nice. you waited for him for a few more minutes trying your hardest not to fall asleep. it's been so long since you two been together or specifically seen each other. part of you was excited to see your boyfriend after weeks of not seeing him but part of you was upset. so many weeks of you being alone sleeping alone without his chest to cling on or his shoulder to lay on when you cried over your favorite shows.

you jolted up when you heard the door open finally, he was home, you happily walked to the front door. Suna took off his shoes before entering placing them at the front door. you greeted him kissing his cheek hugging him tightly, you missed this..you missed him.

“hey y/n. I'm tired do you mind?”

you pulled away looking up at his dissatisfied expression. first, he calls you by your actual name and then tells you to back off after god knows how long you’ve seen him. he walked past you heading straight to the bathroom to wash up. you stood there appalled at the fact he barely acknowledged you only to tell you back off. you couldn’t believe it but you tried to shrug it off, maybe he was in a bad mood? he’ll still cuddle you to sleep so you have that to look forward too!...you hoped.

when you walked back to the bedroom he was already going underneath the covers and you followed, going under them with him, while his back was facing you. you waited a while to see if he’d ask you if you wanted to cuddle. waiting... and still not a word not even a goodnight when he finally turned the lights off.

you missed him so much all you wanted was him to acknowledge you just a little. you moved closer to his back and hugged him from behind. 

“god, y/n why are you so needy all of a sudden?” rolling his eyes at you in annoyance. you moved your hands back to you sitting up to face him.

“why I’m so needy?? jeez tarō I don't know maybe I haven't seen my boyfriend in god knows how many weeks!” you snapped back at him causing him to get out of the bed. 

“It was 5 weeks it wasn’t even that bad!” he yelled back at you, you felt your heart become heavy looking at his eyes that had not a trace of love in them while your very own eyes felt heavy holding back tears.

“you’ve been coming home late all the damn time suna! sometimes you don't even show up! I miss you so much sometimes I....” you froze the tears finally starting to fall. “I don't even think you love me anymore..” 

he froze his eyes widening at your final words. how could he be so blind? his sweet girl had every right to be needy for him 5 weeks must've felt like an entirety to you and now that he finally gets home he's acting like an assshole to you pushing you away as if you were nothing but an obstacle. he sat back down on the bed to hug you. a genuine one full of love and regret. it was silent for a few minutes of just the two of you tight in each other's embrace. 

“I’m..sorry my love...I didn't mean to yell at you like that I miss you too I just..I'm sorry” he felt bad he didn't mean to hurt you. he knows he's at fault here and all he can do is mumble apologies while he pulls you close to him as he hides his face in the crook of your neck for comfort. you hugged back of course finally having him in your arms brought you joy. 

“it's okay tarō...I love you...we’ll be okay, okay?” he nodded planting soft kisses on your forehead. “I love you too baby..but let's go to bed my love it's getting late..” smiling he pulled you into his chest to cuddle you to sleep wiping the remaining tears you had still left in you. after a while you fell asleep in his chest while he watched you sleep peacefully.

“heh.. you’re such a crybaby .” he smiled pulling you in closer planting soft kisses on you trying not to wake you.

“I love you y/n I promise to make it all up to you.” 

[niks-minion]

Bnha 319

It’s been years since I wrote a chapter analysis but this chapter came to my door with “sup bro, the time has come, we’re having some good stuff here” so here we go!

Well, hello, I missed your faces so much, my precious boys!!! Welcome and pls stick around from now on.

Yeah, Baku tear this stupid letter. Bc letters are for losers, we all wait for bkdk 3 face to face!

So the whole class is having a 5 o’clock tea in a calm atmosphere and then boom the top 3 interns team is “well hello fellas, quit this sorry pity party we’re gonna go kick on nerd’s ass”

Iida, the serious guys he is goes “yeah ok, but we kinda need a plan or, you know, at least his location. If you’re saying Deku is with top three, maybe you can provide a bit more data here?” Good point Iida, keep it up.

“So guys how’s you mentors doing? Catching villains, kicking asses?” “Well fuck if we know, but Deku is probably with them” “well maybe you could you know, call them? Message in Line?”

Yeah boy, you’ve seen enough to comprehend the level of selfless recklessness. Was a main star of an action once.

I like how Bakugou is stepping up, ready to be the leader, taking responsibility. And how everyone in class a is ok with that. That guy’ vocabulary didn’t have “a team work” on its pages, and look at him now!

Shouto: my old man hasn’t been spamming my phone. Suspicious!

Ojirou: So the security system was upgraded and oh hey, have you seen AM around? No? Suspicious! 👀

Anyhow, Uraraka is just like “you know when someone is ghosting you, you just pick someone else phone,duh?”

So they’re asking the principal to summon Todoroki-kun. Nezu is ofc on board.

Surprise!!!!

BAKUGOU WEARING A TIE, omg!!!!!!!! That’s the content!💥

Seriously boy, who forced you? Who tied it for you? Who died for this to happen? I have so many questions 👀

My tdbk heart is screaming for this arm touching, thank Hori, I like seeing them being cozy and stuff.

Honestly I don’t get why Enji being an alumni means that he can’t not to show up. What, is it like “we were dealing with your sorry ass you owe this school till the end of times?”

Shouto: sorry guys, I’m gonna go first here, ok? Class 1A: be our guest, buddy.

Shouto “thanks. khm khm. WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU, OLD MAN?!!!AM I A JOKE TO YOU?”

You go boy!!

I’m so damn hyped that Shouto let his frustrations out, I missed pissed off Shouto. Because even after having heart to heart he was still left behind for the greater good. Not cool.

Bakugou, the bff he is, patting Todo on the shoulder “ok chill bro, I’ll take it from here, go get a strawberry milk or smth”

There is something really catching in this panel. Bakugou seems more mature, shoulders broader, figure more imposing.

So Kats tells Enji “ok, old man, you wanted to help but as always you screwed shit up. Nothing new here. Now as I have a “Deku 101” manual in my room, I’m telling you, AM plus that nerdy ass is the worst team ever.

Enji is listening, bc ofc why not. He can be a good listener when it’s not his son talking.

Todoroki kun gives his phone with GPS, he’s rich, he can afford it. If Sero didn’t catch it, he’d just throw one more.

Next let’s enjoy some profound friendship stuff. The whole class is ready to go and save their classmate now. Quite an upgrade since Baku kidnapping.

I like Iida. That’s it.

Also I’ve been hoping to see Shouto being disappointed about Mido lying to his face since that moment after jta arc. Pls give my boy a hug. While bkdk 3 is in the air, I want tddk talk to happen too.

Nezu: ok you can take Deku. Nezu a while later: ok actually after giving it some thought bring him back. Slipped from my mind that out security system is actually a thing now.

Permission granted, class 1 a is ready to drag one nerdy ass back.

Baaaaaam

I like the parallel with AM monument. The class is standing right in front of it, declaring “WE ARE HERE”

And now, the fight of the year, Broccoli boy vs Feral gremlin and co. !!!

Bakugou is mocking Deku, calling him out on his bullshit. Nothing new here.

Can I quickly say, how beautiful Kacchan is? Sorry not sorry.

Kudos to the boy, he’s ready to go all the way to bring his frenemy back.

Kudos to Iida for that supporting hand on the back. I anticipate a badass combo attack.

Honestly I was bitter Shouto is not on the last frame but then I gave it some thought and it’s ok. They have a plan and act accordingly. Precious friendo time will come in a bit.

Anyhow, I really enjoyed this chapter. And I’m looking forward to the next one. I have speculations on what’s gonna happen, but I already rumbled about it in my yesterday shit posting. Basically I’m just happy to see class 1A faces. Iida plus some tdbk warmed my heart for the next 7 days. And gifted me tons of new hcs. Thanks sensei.

[excalibursbane]

okay! it's hard coming up with something with no base point, so I'm sorry for the late reply!! but maybe platonic!cc!BenchTrio x streamer!reader who always makes jokes out of hate and stuff? like hate doesn't get to them and they make it a joke!

"idk I just think y/n should do [thing] more n [thing] less :/" "I think you should stop watching if it bothers you that much 💃"

"just unsubbed to y/n, feeling good" "just fucked your mom, feeling good"

type of thing yk :) (if another blog does something similar they aren't stealing dw! I just like this idea and might write a bit too, but I'm on a writing break for me n my friend's bday!)

sorry it's kinda specific ;;; - slime anon

Hey that’s okay!! Don’t be sorry ^^ this sounds fun hehe I kinda ran out of ideas on this?? but hey it's pretty damn funny if i do say so myself, enjoy ^^

Something kinda funny I realized while writing this: my computer likes to correct Ranboo to Rainbow.

Pairing: cc!BenchTrio x streamer!reader (platonic) Type: Fluff ig? Warning: slight coarse language, mild streamer hate

“Oh, another dono! Thank you for the twenty, kind stranger!” The dono read off a kind message as you placed a few more blocks, towering up to start the roof of your house. Then a highlighted message in chat popped up, you turned and read it aloud:

“Hey maybe you should swear less there’s probably kids watching this- They can watch what they want, maybe you should take it up the ass less since you’ve clearly stuck your head up there trying to figure out what all you’ve lost.” With a smug grin on your face, you heard the two British streamers you were on call with lose their minds with Ranboo chuckling in the background.

“Oh that was good!! That was really good, y/n!” Tubbo exclaimed. You grinned, listening to Tommy absolutely lose his mind on his end. Even with the mask and glasses on, you could tell that Ranboo was grinning as well. You chuckled, flipping off the camera in the direction of your chat.

“Thanks Tubbo, I’m honestly used to it by now.” You shrugged it off, determined to keep playing. Hate didn’t shake you anymore, there were always some people every stream. They could easily be banned, no big deal. Finishing the roof, you hopped off and destroyed the cobble tower you’d made, walking around to the front and admiring the view. “Hey chat, what do you think? I think it looks pretty good.” Tommy and Tubbo nodded in agreement, with Tommy praising the roof, a nice A-frame built with stairs.

“Looks good, y/n! Better than I could do.” Ranboo commented, chuckling at his own comment. You scoffed at him playfully, remembering some of his past builds.

“Oh that’s bullshit and you know it.” Ranboo snickered in return and put his hands up in an “I surrender” gesture.

Several minutes later and two more cabins built, you noticed your chat spamming something.

“Whoa hey, what’s going on??” You asked, scrolling up to see what’d happened. Another highlighted message from someone with a very similar account name to the last hater had sent something. You read it and smirked, laughing softly. “I’m gonna read this out loud here… ‘Just reported all y/n’s streams for nudity, feeling good’” You tried to contain yourself, then burst out laughing louder than you think you ever had on stream before. “You reported me for nudity of all things? Well shit I think the mods or whoever has to watch all that’s gonna love my content. I should be reporting your mother for nudity though seeing as she’s the one who showed me her tits last night.”

Chat exploded. Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely lost their minds as you sat, grinning like royalty. You turned to the camera, a smug grin on your face, and clicked the person’s username, slamming down the ban hammer. “I do this all the time guys, not a big deal.” You snickered, watching everyone spam emoji walls and “POG” over and over again, turning back to your monitor to help Tommy with his house. “No big deal, just another day on the SMP.”

[corpsette]

𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑨𝑩

pairing → corpse husband x gn! reader

words → 923

"good afternoon, chat!" you said with a small yawn, smiling as your viewer count started to sky rocket and the chat went by as a blur.

today was going to be a special stream, a very special stream. it wasn't just special because you had a fellow streamer joining you, who was also going to be staying at your house, but also because you had a special announcement.

"how is everyone?! I'm doing fantastic! I hope you guys are doing well!" you smiled brightly at the camera. "so, I'm sure you've read the title, I'm joined here by corpse!!"

you looked over to where corpse was standing off screen and held your hand out, to which he quickly locked his hand with yours so you could pull his hand on screen.

"see! see! here he is!" you said, still smiling. you pulled the mic closer and whispered; "chat, compliment his hands please."

the chat went by quickly, but slow enough for you to make out some of the messages.

"AH YES, NICE HANDS"

"very nice hands you have there sir"

"I LIKE UR HANDS"

"look, corpse, chat likes your hands." you smiled as you looked out of frame again, this time looking down to where your hands were still interlocked. corpse giggled quietly and the chat started spamming 'uwu'. "anyhow! we wont be playing any games today, just chatting!"

the stream went by quickly, even though it was 3 hours long. all you did was answer questions from the chat. but, you had to ignore a lot of them.

there had to be over a million questions asking if you two were dating, but you just had to wait.

"someone just asked how long you're staying. wanna answer that one?" you asked corpse, grinning at him cheekily.

"yeah, I'll be here for..." corpse paused, laughing to himself. "a while." the chat started going crazy speculating how long a while could be.

"okay everyone, it's getting late, should we end the stream?" you looked over to corpse and he nodded slowly. "the boss says yes! but, before we go, we have one last thing to tell you."

you smiled giddily into the camera, preparing yourself and your chat for the announcement. of course, nothing could prepare them for what you were about to say.

"me and corpse have been talking for a while now, so he's moving in with me!" you said after a pause. the chat went wild.

"ARE THEY DATING OMG"

"OMG IS Y/N SIMPING????"

"NO WAY LMAO"

"SIMP?!?! IM CONFLICTED"

you laughed as the chat continued to zoom by, only reading a few of the very confused messages, but you weren'tgonna answer any questions. not yet at least.

"good night everyone! we've gotta go setup corpse's pc and stuff." you said, tightening your grip on his hand. "let's raid Rae, okay? you can ask her questions and see if she'll answer them."

"bye." corpse said, and with that you ended the stream and sent all your viewers to your bestfriend valkyrae. let's just say she was not prepared for the spam she got from your subs.

you and corpse were ready for a long night of setting his office up, but that didnt work out. as soon as you made it to the living room you two passed out on the couch and cuddled all night.

what you didnt expect was for rae to tell your viewers that you two were dating, ruining the surprise, but also giving you both a surprise.

when you woke up you had over a thousand mentions on Twitter, all saying something along the lines of;

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW @Y/N AND @Corpse_Husband WERE DATING!"

or if not something like that, it was something like this;

"omg I never would've thought @Corpse_Husband and @Y/N were dating!!"

but nonetheless, the secret was now out into the open and you had to address it.

"good morning chat." you said, stretching because you just woke up and turned on the stream as soon as you heard what was going on. "I guess I have some things to tell you all-"

you were interrupted by corpse walking in, "babe, I ordered breakfast. wait, did you start the stream yet?" he wasn't in frame, thank god, but the chat still heard.

"yeah, I'm live, but that pretty much explains this situation." you said, scratching the back of your neck and smiling slightly. "everyone, me and corpse are dating. we have been for a couple months now."

"no shit, sherlock." corpse said, smirking at you, sleepily. "rae already told everyone. are you ready for breakfast?" he was definitely not a morning person, and it was adorable seeing a grumpy corpse husband.

"yes! always am." you turned back to the camera. "I'll be back tonight at my normal streaming time, and let's hope by then we set up corpse's office so we can play a game! sorry for the short explanation, but I really didnt expect this to happen so soon. anyways, goodbye!"

and just like that, you ended the stream. there were so many unanswered questions that you didnt hear the end of it on Twitter for weeks. but that didnt matter at the time, you were too hungry to think about that. breakfast comes first, or, rather, corpse comes first.

[musubiki]

I hope this is not spam because I was lately asking a lot of questions (also I talk a lot sorry for bothering you 👉👈)

Did you go to art school? Your art looks professional and very pretty and you manage to keep this flow that makes the poses, characters, coloring look very appealing, so I wanted to ask about your experience so I can improve my art because I just started posting lately on my tumblr and I want to improve the quality of my drawings! I’m talking about posing, camera angles and shading. You manage to use these elements in a way that looks very pretty and I want to learn how to capture that appeal! I know that everyone has their own learning pace and experience but in this medium other people’s experience is also very helpful

Sorry again if this is a bother I just want some art advice… also sorry I ramble a lot…

yeah no worries!! i like answering these questions!!

no, i never went to art school!! im 95% self taught, 5% looking at tutorials online for specific stuff!!

for posing: honestly most of the time is drawing a pose, thinking "nope thats not it," adjusting it, and thinking "thats not it either," until you eventually get it to "okay i can live with that" or something along those lines!! when i draw i have a rough idea of what kinda pose i want, its usually a combination of (general pose) + (emotion)!! for example the recent bikini mochi piece, i knew i wanted her standing up + nervous/self conscious!! you can observe people in real life / in media to observe what kind of pose expresses what emotion, like someone sitting up very straight and stiff can imply nervousness?attentiveness/anxiousness, and someone sitting slumped, hunched over, legs lazily folded can imply relaxation, idleness, etc!! so posing is about both action + what they feel!! hand gestures can also be good at expressing these emotions!! (a good example too is the "👉👈" hands to show like...nervousness?? shy?? something like that??) im pretty sure you can study more on this, but for me personally i just kinda use...,my own reactions/emotions as a model. how i react if i was in that situation, and the exaggerate it a bit so it communicates easier!!

for camera angles: i feel like this is more about how dramatic you want the piece to be...for me i always saw a straight on, forward facing camera angle as like, yeah this isnt THAT important its just for dialogue. then you can move the camera angle around for the sake of variety, drama, or a lot of times to get things to fit in the same frame!! id say the best way to get better at this is just read some manga and study the panels to see what kinds of angles they use!! im not sure the significance of each of if theres a deeper meaning, but at least it can give you a little inventory of idea for what perspectives you can use when you wanna mix things up!!

for shading: literally dont worry about shading. just...,,,do your best. if im being honest, i still dont know how to shade. its been like, 10 years and i never learned to shade. cuz shading means you have to consider whatever youre drawing in a 3d space and think about how the light would hit it, and where the shadows would go and its jus....too much for me LMFAOOO I DONT SHADE 90% OF MY WORK!!!!!! so if you wanna shade just do your best. i have no advice on this im sorry;,,, just do your best or not at all and it'll be fine!!!

for colors: i dont have much advice here either, i use colors appealing to my own eyes, which is usually pastels/soft colors!! one piece of advice i have is use a brown overlay on top of your piece cuz ive read it "brings the colors together" (which i dont really get but i assume it sort of...makes all the colors become a little browner so it looks better together??? idk) and put an overlay/add layer on top of whatever color you want the piece to have!! i usually put pink over all my art cuz i love it lol

anyway i hope that helped a little bit!! i never learned professionally so i cant explain it in an academic way but as always, the best advice is just to practice. just accept that youre gonna be a bad artist until youre a good artist and keep drawing, its the only way to really get better!! ive been drawing for at least...7 years and i still look at pieces from a few months ago and go "ew disgusting" so,,...youre always gonna be improving just be consistent!!! good luck!!

[honeymoonjin]

pairing: namjoon x jimin genre: smut, 18+ readers only word count: 5.1k

summary: namjoon has worked as a bodyguard for an upscale BDSM dungeon for long enough to know that jimin is the most sought-after dom there. it only takes one miscommunication for namjoon to discover firsthand why that is.

warnings: unedited, sexually explicit content, power bottom!jimin, sub top!namjoon, unprotected sex, degradation, light pain play, BDSM dynamics, kinda temperature play, i think that's it but i'm so out of practice so i apologise if i missed something

a/n: this piece came to fruition thanks firstly to the @armyadvocates AAPI Justice and Advocacy initiative, and secondly to the kind commissioner @goldenwallsvol6 on twitter who requested this (i'm so sorry for not including everything you asked for, i got a little carried away kdsjfdssk). please check out the AAPI initiative here, consider donating, and check out the resources that come with it.

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Clocking in to work has become such a routine for Namjoon that he often finds himself switching his brain off, preoccupied with half-thoughts as his body runs on autopilot.

He signs in, uses the staff changing room to replace his sweats with the company standard uniform - a tight t-shirt and slim fit jeans, the belt of which he hooks his keys on. He doesn’t actually start his shift for another couple minutes, and so he ducks to the bathroom, chews a breath mint, and stretches before heading out of the office and down the narrow hallway that leads to the den.

In fact, it takes him a few steps into the dungeon before his automatic schedule is disrupted.

It appears Namjoon is entirely alone in the facility.

His steps, taken with heavy-duty boots, echo around the hollow space with nothing but the walls to absorb them. It’s a Thursday night (he consults his phone just to be sure) and he was on the closing shift. On any usual day, he’d be starting work right at the bustling high of the BDSM dungeon, yet he finds himself wandering alone.

Shaped in a rough X, the center of the dungeon is open-plan, with more private spaces forking off. The wing he’s in is generally full of swingers and kinksters making use of costume changing stations and a room full of cleaning supplies and disposables like condoms or wet wipes. It was always the calmest section, but never dead like this.

In a daze, Namjoon glances inside the rooms anyway, half-expecting the place to burst into life at any given moment. But it stays undisturbed, and in no time he’s in the central atrium, weaving through bolted-down couches, benches and racks until he can sink onto a stool at the bar.

Coherent thought escapes him. His brain flails for a reason, but the absurdity of an entirely vacant sex dungeon has him lost for words. After a moment, in restless futility, he stands back up and goes behind the bar, back further into the mini storage/kitchen that he knows features a window.

Outside the narrow, slightly dusty frame is an empty parking lot. His heart sinks, feeling sorely left behind and out of the loop, but a glint catches his eye. Pressing his nose to the glass, he squints and peeks a somewhat familiar vehicle, pulled into the closest park to the entrance of the dungeon.

Namjoon stares pointedly at the Hyundai, racking his brain. God, who was it that had a-

A wooden scrape from behind has Namjoon jumping in violent fright, catching his forehead on the protruding frame of the window. Cursing, he whirls around and glimpses movement further inside. Another drawn-out scrape is followed by a very human-sounding huff.

Heart still racing, Namjoon makes his way out of the storage area and stands behind the bar, seeking out the presence.

“Oh, shit, you gave me a heart attack!” Park Jimin stands off to the left of the room, hands on his hips and head tilted back in relief. “I thought you were a burglar.”

“No,” Namjoon states redundantly, mouth not quite working beyond that. He knew he recognised that silver SUV - every Thursday he watched Jimin hop into it and pull away after a long night of scening. The two had exchanged words often, more than Namjoon could say for most patrons. Being the bouncer for a sex dungeon didn’t lead to that much genuine conversation, but he always appreciated the effort Jimin would put in, hair wet with sweat and lips curved with happy exhaustion but still asking Namjoon if he’d managed to work out whether it was birds or the neighbour’s cat eating his strawberry plants.

He forces himself to check back into the present when current-Jimin cocks his head with a slightly sheepish grin, awaiting an actual explanation. “I, um,” Namjoon stutters, having to avert his eyes to construct anything coherent, “I didn’t realise the club was shut, I’m honestly a little confused.”

Jimin’s smile drops, plush lips rounding in surprise. “Oh, really? Hoseok-hyung said he sent out emails to all the staff. There was a pipe leak so we called off our whole calender until Monday. Did you not get it? We’ve had troubles with work emails getting stuck in spam; something about a sex dungeon really seems to set off the detectors,” the man quips with a jovial lift of his brow.

Namjoon bites down on his tongue, offering up a silent nod of acknowledgement. He’d seen Jimin more times than he could count in black, red, royal purple. In the club he favoured leather, not buckled and studded but sleek and tight, often decorating his lithe body with harnesses, gauntlets and heavy rings instead. More often than not, he’d boast unsmudgable smokey eyes with sharp liner, cheekbones as harsh as they were dewy. It had taken a while, but Namjoon had eventually grown used to the sight, able to prevent chubbing up at the mere sight of his ass as he bent to open his car door.

For some reason, seeing him outside of that whole persona is far more intimidating. Still covered in a light sheen of sweat, that’s the only linker to the Jimin Namjoon is faced with today. He’s got chunky white sneakers weighing down his feet, long overalls rolled up at the cuffs to let some air reach his ankles. The overalls prove particularly problematic to Namjoon, as they don’t seem to have anything underneath. Namjoon can see collarbones, glorious collarbones, and the lean bare sides of Jimin’s torso. If he bent over, Namjoon would probably get a glimpse of his nipples. The thought dampens his mouth with need.

Jimin himself seems unaware of, or at least unbothered by, the way Namjoon stares  him down. Instead, he reaches down to push a cardboard box as tall as his waist across the hardwood floor closer to the bar one shove at a time. “Anyway, you’re welcome to head home. I’ll get Hoseok to add half an hour to your payslip for your troubles.”

“What are you doing here then?” Namjoon asks reflexively, cringing at how loud he’s accidentally pitched his voice.

Jimin’s face is surprisingly round without the stroke of makeup to emphasise dimensions, and when he beams at Namjoon, it softens his whole face even more. “I’m taking advantage of us being closed to install some new furniture. D’you wanna see?” He seems to reconsider, shooting Namjoon a worried look. “It is sex stuff, though.”

“I wasn’t expecting a bookshelf,” he answers honestly, and is rewarded with the bubbling sound of Jimin’s laughter, drowned out prematurely by another shove of the box. “Here,” Namjoon says suddenly, darting out from behind the bar, “let me help.”

At first, Jimin pushes while Namjoon pulls, but after a few grunts of exertion, steps back and lets Namjoon take over, not disguising the way his eyes linger on the way Namjoon’s biceps and pecs flex under his t-shirt sleeve. Obediently, Namjoon lets the bleach-blonde guide him to an open space near the centre of the room, depositing the weighty box there.

With a satisfied hum and a lingering glance at Namjoon’s body, Jimin bends over with a pen from his pocket, using the nib to pop and rip the tape on the box lid, yanking back the flaps with ferocious enthusiasm. He lets out a delighted cry upon lifting a frame of styrofoam out of the box, revealing the goods inside.

One at a time, he takes out oddly-shaped plates of metal, plastic baggies of bolts and screws, and some rubber caps. Kicking the empty box away, Jimin slots his hands back on his hips and grins at Namjoon. “Can you guess what it is?”

Namjoon takes a moment to consider the different sections of stainless steel. The largest isn’t flat, but a rectangle with a slight curve to it, the gentlest arc. The rest come in mirrored pairs, most just for structure, but four of them featuring heavy-duty O-rings. Though he works outside the play area, Namjoon can guess what those are for. “Something for bondage?” he ventures, stomach flipping when Jimin eyes glint with thinly veiled interest.

“A breeding bench,” Jimin explains, squatting to let his fingers trail down the side of one bar, “the metal feels sterile and cold for those that like it. Have you used one before?”

Namjoon feels unsteady on his feet. “No,” he answers, but the softness in his voice betrays his lack of aversion to the thought. But Jimin might think he was a dominant, too, Namjoon worries. Everyone else tended to. “Not yet,” he adds after a moment.

Jimin sucks in a silent but sharp breath, chin lifting. “I could use a hand setting it up. Would you mind…?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, no problem.” Namjoon tries to clear his throat, but the lump of anticipation remains. “Happy to help.”

“Excellent,” the dom beams, fishing around the pieces of styrofoam to locate the printed instructions, handing them to Namjoon. As Namjoon begins to make sense of them, looking over the basic diagrams, Jimin sits down on a nearby ottoman, intended for viewing the other stations, but continuing to face his new help instead. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you more anyway,” he divulges in a honeyed tone.

“Really?” Namjoon glances up from the instructions, feeling the heat of Jimin’s gaze. Even in worn overalls and unstyled hair, the man strikes a gorgeous image, and his posture screams distinguished dominant down to the curl of his fingers. His mere presence has Namjoon feeling off-balance in the most electric way. “There’s not much to know.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Jimin replies immediately, deadpan. “Why are you standing outside every night when you’re just as kinky as those of us indoors?”

“Excuse me?”

Jimin leans forward, legs splayed wide and elbows on his knees. His eyes are intently focused, blazing. “For a while it drove me crazy,” he starts, “you looked so familiar. I saw you every evening and couldn’t put my finger on it. But you used to scene here, didn’t you? Years ago.”

Namjoon’s heart stops beating, sitting heavy behind his ribs instead. “You- You’re not meant to approach people you know from the dungeon outside. It’s against the rules.”

“We aren’t outside,” Jimin counters. “I want to know why you stopped. You don’t look happy, Namjoon, seeing others come and go while you’re stuck to your post. Help me understand.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Namjoon stays silent, opening his mouth seeming too daunting a task. After a moment, Jimin swallows hard and sits back again, giving up the inquisition. Namjoon chooses to continue the task at hand, consulting the instructions.

The bench itself is a relatively simple setup. There’s two long cuts of steel in an X below the main panel for stability, four legs with the O-ring bars at either end, and the rubber caps on the bottom to avoid scratching the floor. As he putters around with the nuts and bolts, using a tiny spanner provided in the baggies to tighten them, he feels Jimin’s curious gaze on him. Silent.

Eventually, the silence has its desired effect, and Namjoon lets his internal thoughts vocalise. “I played here for a while. My partner and I ended up going our separate ways, and I wanted to give him space.” He doesn’t make eye contact, pulse thudding and heating the pieces of metal he fiddles with.

Jimin takes a short moment to reply, but it feels cavernous. “It’s been years, then. Hasn’t he had enough space yet?”

Namjoon’s eye twitches. How many nights had he stayed up with that exact question in mind? “It doesn’t feel right anymore. People would know me for who I was then. And I’m- I’m not that person.” His partner, an eager sub with a need for a firm hand, had asked Namjoon one day if he was sure he was really happy being a dom, and it had entirely dismantled the place in BDSM that he’d cultivated for himself. That sub was right, and he didn’t know how to adjust his course to fit his true desire.

So he’d pulled away entirely, unable to fully leave this world, but unsure of whether it still had a spot for him inside it. He just wants to feel what it’s like to let go in the way his subs did.  And as his hands focus on constructing the heavyset bench, his mind wanders deeper in this vein, loose-lipped enough to confess it all to Jimin.

Jimin listens without judgement, not even seeming surprised when Namjoon admits to feeling more submissive, and the lack of reaction is liberating in a way he couldn’t have expected.

It’s not until the final bolt is fastened in place and Namjoon leans back, slightly breathless, that Jimin stands up and approaches him again. He crouches in front of Namjoon, eyes tender and hesitant, reaching out a hand.

Confused, Namjoon holds his out, palm-up, and Jimin takes it carefully, circling his fingers around the narrowest part of his wrist. Still, it’s too meaty for Jimin’s fingertips to connect. He squeezes lightly, carefully, before locking his gaze with Namjoon again, who swears he’s no longer breathing.

“Do you want to try?” Jimin asks. His voice is low, soft but full-bodied. “Do you want to try to let go? Club rules would apply.”

And Namjoon is nodding, and the grip on his wrist is tightening, restraining, and Jimin’s surging forward, lips on his.

His free hand comes up to hook around the nape of Namjoon’s neck. He’s held there, unforgiving, as the dom deepens the kiss. There’s no space between them, just skin on skin, tongue on tongue. It’s uncoordinated on Namjoon’s part, but so calculated and thorough on Jimin’s, like he knows the exact way to unwind him.

Jimin’s fingers scratch up into Namjoon’s hairline. He’d been growing out the length a little for winter, just enough to cover his ears, and it provides leverage for Jimin to grip on and tug, tug, tug in sharp bursts, timed unevenly enough that Namjoon is never ready. Every pull sends an electric shock down his spine, right between his legs.

He’s hard already, achingly so, and it just worsens when Jimin shifts his weight, bringing a foot forward and over Namjoon’s thigh, half-caging his body flush against his.

Jimin’s body is hot, even through the denim overalls and searing when it’s skin-on-skin. Namjoon can hear himself panting when their mouths split apart briefly, but he can’t stop his head from spinning long enough to care.

Before long, a rumbling growl escapes Jimin’s throat, and his teeth find Namjoon’s lower lip, scraping and nipping at the flesh. It’s not until Namjoon’s hand is shaking in Jimin’s grip that he pulls away, eyes wild and alight.

Namjoon must look utterly debauched, with swollen lips, hazy eyes and rucked-up hair, but his cock is screaming to be touched, and his breaths become infused with pleas for more, begging Jimin to touch him.

“God, you greedy little thing,” Jimin remarks in wonder, and a shudder takes over Namjoon’s body. Jimin quirks a brow. “Good? Bad? I don’t know what you like.”

“Good,” Namjoon insists without shame, “oh my god, good. Say m-more like that.”

Jimin hums with a grin, hand on Namjoon’s neck slipping around front to fist his shirt, yanking it suddenly. “Up, then,” he barks, standing himself, “I want you on the bench you built for me. Thank God that body is good for something; it’s not much fucking use now, is it?”

Namjoon’s breath leaves him in a rush, and he gets up shakily, almost tripping over his own feet as he lowers himself back down on the end of the bench. It’s chillingly cold even through his jeans, and he trembles at the thought of touching it with bare skin. Jimin has no such qualms, however, planting his palm on Namjoon’s chest and pushing him backwards, insistently guiding him down without knocking his head on the metal.

His teeth chatter briefly, but it’s nothing compared to when Jimin clicks his tongue and reaches down to strip the thin fabric of his t-shirt off with one fell swoop, the stitches breaking as they’re forced over the broadest part of his shoulders.

Ice erupts across his back and he gasp, shooting up. Jimin’s hand prevents him from getting far, and his breathing grows loud and sharp, shivering violently as his body fights to warm up the steel. The slight arch of it slots perfectly into the divot of his spine, meaning every inch is flush against him.

“You stay where I put you,” Jimin scolds, flicking at a nipple in punishment. “It’s pathetic, isn’t it? You, lying here, asking to be degraded by somebody half your size? Pathetic. You’re lucky I’m a giving man.”

“Th-thank you,” Namjoon offers up with wide eyes. He doesn’t know the protocol, doesn’t even know how he should be acting as a sub, let alone as a sub for Jimin. He can barely believe the situation he’s ended up in, but he’s never felt so alive. The cold steel is a wakeup call to sluggish veins, his blood rushing faster than ever, most of it going straight to his dick.

Jimin huffs like he’s not quite pleased with the response - even as his eyes crinkle and glint with satisfaction - and simply hooks a finger into the waistband of Namjoon’s jeans, frowning. “Can’t even get undressed yourself. For goodness’ sake.”

Namjoon’s cheeks burn, and he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling so overwhelmed. Though it was years ago, the habit of being in control hasn’t left him, and part of him feels anxious being so vulnerable. Closing his eyes eases that, and Jimin lets him, briefly reaching up to give his upper arm a squeeze, a lilting hum asking the unworded question.

“I’m okay,” he breathes to the darkness behind his eyelids, and the squeeze returns before Jimin straightens up again, fingers yanking impatiently at Namjoon’s jeans, undoing them and yanking them off, taking his briefs with them.

The new level of nudity sends another shock of cold to his system, but this time Namjoon welcomes it with a groan, tilting his hips up so that his cock rests on his lower stomach. His fingers twitch, aching to wrap around himself.

His desire is answered, not with the delicious grip of fingers, but with the hard press of the heel of Jimin’s palm, pinning his hardness down without mercy. A moan dies in Namjoon’s throat as his body tries to curl inwards. A second hand holds him down still, leaving him unable to escape the heavy pressure.

He pants, writhing and toes curling, but Jimin just sighs softly, like he’s more relaxed than ever. “Such a waste,” he drawls, his voice blooming with all the flourishes of a Disney villain, “wanting to be treated like a slut, but what am I getting out of this? Hm?”

“U-uh-” Namjoon has no idea what to say, cracking his eyes open to seek out the comfort of acknowledgement above the level of the scene. His breath is taken away at the sight. Jimin, above him like an avenging angel, golden-haired and glittering with sweat, still fully clothed (as fully as you could call a single piece of denim). He finds Namjoon’s searching gaze and sends him a calm, dreamy smile of encouragement, before twisting his palm against the base of Namjoon’s dick, wringing a strangled groan out of the man. “You can take me,” he pants, filled with the urge to provide, to serve, “take what you want.”

Jimin tilts his head to the side, like this proposition is worth considering. As he makes a show of pondering, he taps his fingers lazily against his cock’s dripping head. Namjoon swallows the whimpers that threaten to bubble up, and forces his hips not to budge. “I’ll be honest with you,” Jimin says finally, “because you don’t deserve sugar-coating. If I was here with a fleshlight or a dildo, I would’ve come already. You’re wasting my precious time, sweet boy. I don’t want you to lay here and simper, I want you to be a good toy for me. So what’s it gonna be?”

Namjoon’s muscles are trembling; from his lips to his toes, he feels like he’s vibrating slightly, restless down to the very atoms that make him up. Jimin is patient, lazily drawing sticky patterns of precum on Namjoon’s abdomen with his pinky finger. Namjoon fights against the primal part of his brain for something coherent, replaying his words. Fleshlight or dildo. Be a good toy. Jimin was offering him the choice to top or bottom, Namjoon realises, and his cock twitches, feeling liberated and thoroughly taken apart with that heady mix of submission and power. He was giving control to Jimin, but never losing his choices.

For a moment, he does consider what it might feel like to let Jimin take him. He’d never bottomed before - at least not for anyone but his own fingers in his experimental years - but if anyone could make him feel safe, he suspected it would be the dom leaning over him. It’s once he really thinks about it that he knows he’s not ready, a thin strand of dread winding around his lungs that won’t go away until he’s stammering to Jimin that he can have Namjoon’s cock if he wants it.

Jimin sucks in a slow, pleased breath, a smile curling at his lips as he lays the weight of Namjoon’s length across the palm of his hand, looking it over. The chill of the steel beneath him is nothing compared to the iced shiver that runs through him upon being inspected in his most private area. Second most private, he corrects. Baby steps.

“I suppose,” Jimin declares finally with a sigh, “this should do. Not winning any awards, though, is it?” Namjoon’s cheeks burn with shame at the comment even as his face scrunches up in disagreement. If there was one thing to be proud of physically, it was that he could always bring his partners pleasure with the equipment he grew into.

Jimin sees the unfiltered reaction on Namjoon’s face and suddenly claps his free hand over his mouth, turning away. The giggle, impish and delicate, doesn’t get as muffled as he probably intended. “Dammit,” he mumbles, “stop being funny, that’s not fair.”

Namjoon blinks, still stark naked and hard as rock beneath the clothed and chuckling dom. “...Apologies,” he says after a pause, “but do you want to- um- are we-”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jimin says, clearing his throat and wiggling the muscles in his cheek to force the smile down. His fingers reach nimbly for the straps that hold his set of overalls on, and undresses down to skin as he takes some deep breaths as if to hype himself back into character. Once he’s done, he swings a leg over the metal bench and straddles Namjoon’s thighs with a swiftness that takes his breath away.

While it may take Jimin a second to slip back into his dom headspace after the break in mood, all Namjoon needs is the feeling of Jimin’s plump ass cheeks settling onto hs lap and he’s being smacked in the face with submission, ready to beg to feel it more intimately.

Jimin doesn’t wait for him to beg, however, rolling his body forward and down, all the way until their cocks are pinned together between their stomachs, and their noses bump. Close enough to kiss, Jimin stays right there, a breath away, and Namjoon freezes, unsure if he’s allowed to close the gap.

Pleased with the restraint shown, Jimin smirks, eyes wandering over Namjoon’s face in pure bemusement, slightly cross-eyed with their proximity. “Most toys can’t kiss back,” he mentions, a hand sliding up Namjoon’s forearm and shoulder to thumb at his jaw, tilting his head back and holding it in place, “so I figure I might as well treat myself.”

“Most?” is the final worried exclamation Namjoon manages to get out before lips are descending on his, and heat erupts.

There’s no way Namjoon could keep up. Not when his face is pressed tightly to Jimin’s, lips nipped at, tongue sucked at, and mouth thoroughly explored. Not when every inch of his front is pressed to Jimin’s, the latter’s nipples hard against the soft, relaxed flesh of Namjoon’s chest. Not when he becomes aware of slow rocking, Jimin grinding their cocks together.

It takes him an unknowable eternity of this to realise that the slow, indulgent groans passed between them aren’t all his, and that Jimin’s shifting motions are brought on by the way he’s reached behind himself with a finger slick with their shared spit, working himself open.

It’s that realisation that becomes the last straw for any of Namjoon’s reserves. He feels so - so passive, not even prepping the man who’s about to take his cock. He’s lying on unforgiving steel, body used as a grinding post and mouth deeply plundered, just a mindless toy, dumbed down to pleasure and need. He isn’t even really aware of his own body where Jimin isn’t touching it; he isn’t too sure where in space his hands are, or what his feet are doing. His lips are for Jimin and his cock is for Jimin and that’s enough to make him light-headed.

When Jimin sits up, Namjoon grunts a bit and fights for some clarity to help line himself up against Jimin’s awaiting body, but the dom just tuts and rebuffs the advances, suiting himself. Part of his weight is on Namjoon’s right shoulder as he props himself up, slowly bearing the rest down so that the head of Namjoon’s cock pushes inside.

The moan that leaves Jimin’s mouth is enough to make Namjoon’s bones shake, wishing he could hear it on repeat, and the dom certainly seems to be doing his best to make it a reality with the enthusiastic way he works his hips down in tight circles, clenching around the intrusion.

Namjoon feels like he’s floating, the hard edges of steel no longer grounding him. He doesn’t lift his hands up to hold onto Jimin, he doesn’t fuck up into him, he’s barely even looking at him with how low his eyes are lidded, but there’s liberation in that inaction.

The pressure to perform is entirely lifted, and he feels the pleasure twofold, once from his own sensation and then again like an echo with every sigh and groan that leaves Jimin’s lips.

The dom has the stamina of an athlete, lifting a leg up onto the metal base beside Namjoon’s hips to gain better leverage, and Namjoon has a front row seat to the way the muscles in Jimin’s thighs flex. They’re corded and thick, such an erotic contrast to the softness of his ass, and Namjoon feels drunk off of it.

He lets Jimin take what he wants, and he feels, and that’s all.

He doesn’t even think, not really, nothing deeper than mindless observation.

Jimin is beautiful, like nobody he’d seen before, and the lack of makeup and unstyled hair certainly doesn’t change that. It’s a reminder that he’s real, and that he’s sharing this experience with Namjoon. He sits up, leaning backwards with a hand on Namjoon’s knee instead of his shoulder, and the first time he plunges down, his whole body is wracked with a violent tremor.

“I’m close,” he pants outs, eyes flicking down to Namjoon, a lazy grin appearing momentarily, onto to be knocked off by an expression of pure euphoria as he swaps the bouncing out for grinding. He rocks his hips back and forth, Namjoon buried deeply inside, and seeks out his own end irrelevant of the body that cock belongs to.

Namjoon doesn’t care, loves the near out-of-body experience he’s having, and wills the pleasure to simmer long enough for Jimin to come first.

When Jimin gets really close, he loses some of the fluidity in his movements and becomes jagged, seizing up more and more until he’s stock still, breaths staccato and mouth wide open. The physical release follows soon after, and Namjoon shudders as hot white paints the underside of his chin and his chest.

Jimin has a hand around himself, tugging out every last drop as he sucks in desperate lungfuls of air, slowly curling in on himself until his burning forehead is on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath, chest heaving.

Namjoon reaches his end without even noticing. The pleasure throughout his whole body is so electric that an orgasm is barely a notch higher, more so a spreading warmth throughout his body. Wet where Jimin’s still joined to him, and damp everywhere else with perspiration, but it’s blissful nonetheless.

Jimin heaves himself back upright after a brief interlude, brows furrowed as he glances down at Namjoon. “Did you- oh,” he remarks, shifting a little and seeing the cum that’s split around the base of Namjoon’s cock. He lets out a deep sigh, eyes slipping closed for a moment as he tips his head back. “Okay, bye-bye dom.”

Namjoon’s mind slips back into awareness at a snail’s pace, feeling first the way his throat has dried up a little and his jaw hurts from clenching his teeth. Then his voice comes back to him, and he coughs a little, blinking up at the dom above him. “Does dom have a return date by chance? That was… fucking incredible,” he admits.

Jimin laughs, the action causing him to clench around Namjoon. With playful fingers, he reaches down and lightly pinches the fat of Namjoon’s cheeks. “You’re too cute,” he declares, before lifting himself up and off, clicking his tongue at the rush of wetness that drips down his legs. “Far out, it’s like you haven’t nutted in a year.”

Namjoon feels his cheeks heat against his best intentions. “That’s just normal.”

Jimin sends him a sharp look, searching his face. “Holy fuck,” he muses, stalking over to the nearest station to raid a small drawer of wet wipes, “and you’ve been letting that beast sit out in the cold every night instead of coming in here? Masochist.”

It takes all the energy left in his body to sit up, but Namjoon gratefully accepts a fresh wad of wipes and begins to clean himself off. “The beast doesn’t pay the bills,” he quips, already feeling more casual with Jimin after their intense shared experience.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to enjoy its company on your free time,” Jimin offers up, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze with what appears to be a shy streak as he dresses himself.

Namjoon smiles, appreciating the gorgeous sight of Jimin’s body before he covers up. Appreciating even more the way he feels so comfortable in his presence, enough to let go the way he did. “I’d like that.”

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Plsss I am so sorry 😞 I wanted to interact soo much more with you I SWEAR and I was suppose to send you LONG soft hour messages but LAW SCHOOL and I got sick too 😔🙏

And now ...I have opened Tumblr after like 10 days or smth and I see you post stuff for me ?? 😭 pls you are genuinely the sweetest. Like I am not saying just cause... you really are so sweet. Seeing your posts always makes me smile 💕💕

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I WILL 😤😤 SPAM YOU WITH LOVE AND MESSAGES !! BE PREPARED !!

~Your Hee Annonie

(I WILL compensate for all these days I couldn't interact with you)

Tysm for thinking and posting stuff for me :') that HOON LINK ?? PLS 🙇‍♀️😭💕🛐🛐 I will send you like links of a couple very 🔥😏🤭 edits too !! :D

hiiiii hiii my hee anonie 🥺🖤 first of all, welcome back 🫶🏻 oh my god tysm!! T.T <3 all my anons here are vips to me because you take the time out of your daily lives to send me a message on my blog. The simple effort is enough to brighten up my day. 🥰 besides that was NOTHING. The way you wrote the hee and jake imagines for me, including details, it really melt my heart and I wanted to give back all the love that you showered me with. 🥺🫶🏻 Ik how hectic law school can be so if I could cheer you up even by a tad bit, it would make me feel so happy <3 and seems like it did so yaay! Please take good care of yourself, I always used to get sick during exam seasons :33 because the stress would damage my physical health. >.< Don’t feel bad about not replying sooner, I know how busy we can get and I’ll always patiently look forward to your messages 😚for now I’ll wish you a speedy recovery and lots of good luck charm 💞💞 and expect more sweet treatment from me on the way ;) bc my hee anonie is so special to me 💛💖

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Capt. Puffy and BadBoyHalo 25 APR 21

Delayed Liveblogging Red Banquet Part 1/1

I’m not mentally prepared for this

But Eret looks awesome and I’m glad they decided to ride the red armor horse.

We’re nervous too.

Also Fundy casually wearing just plain armor.

I’m dual weilding streams now.

Bads got some good music going.

I’m going to primarily watch Puffy’s POV but I’m also watching Bad because I refuse to miss anything.

Ponk and Ant are there wondering where everyone is. Everyone is watching Eret spin on a horse.

Oh Niki!

Oh Sam!

I love how some went all out and got new skins while others just, threw on some armor.

Oh. Everyone’s finally wandering in.

I’m going to mostly listen to Bad never mind. I feel listening to the most main character ish character would be smart.

Ah water. Sketchy.

This is too hospitable for my liking.

Niki seems impressed.

Everyone claiming to be 6’3” wow.

I’m still in love with the fact that Eret’s and Foolish’s outfits do match those from that one fan art.

Oh look at Fundy all dressed up.

I look away for one second and Sam is in a cauldron.

There is too much funny stuff happening for lore.

Finally making there way to the dance floor. Nice.

Bad’s end is so far behind where I am watching Puffys.

Forget it. I’ll watch Puffy’s uneless something interesting happens.

Everything does look nice.

Foolish. Please don’t make this too cursed. Please.

Thick Cider. Mhm.

*noises of disappointment in cursed lore*

Has no one met Fundy? They are surprised he robbed the outfit.

Eret so proud of her dress.

Oh wait George is here for the Lore and he is on time. Impressive.

Sam isn’t wearing pants... that is a good point. Oh off he goes.

This is just a series of insulting each other in fancy outfits. There is no lore. Only mild chaos.

Are we having a maid bit? Yep we are having a cat maid hbomb bit.

We’re just sitting her insulting one another.

Dinner! I’m also trying to add tags to this with everyone who is here and this is going to be hard.

Puffy also sitting at the head of the table. That’s probably symbolic.

Look at Foolish go... look at that totem go.

Oh look the King is speaking. Oh monarch?

Eret’s skin just looks so good. I can’t get over it.

Everyone taking turns sharing at the banquet like kids introducing themselves at the start of an event.

Oh no. Puffy is going.

Road trip plays in the background.

Oh George. Fundy cheering for being asleep.

Beat flavored soup. Wow. Free range beet. I would say that.

Who is throwing eggs? I recognize that sound effect.

Bad. You are talking yourself into a hole.

I know dramatic speeches and I did not like those pauses.

Whoa Whoa Whoa. Lava Wall.

We leaving the leaf.

HBomb is sizzling.

Oh. They planned for her plan.

This feels like a chaotic show.

WAIT HANNAH! I FORGOT THE EGG GOT HER!

No. No main event.

How many other plans are there?!?! This feels like such a strange episode.

Oh? Attempted egg splosion.

We knew that wouldn’t work after Quackity’s attempt.

Well... it was a good try.

Wait executions! There aren’t enough cannon lives here for executions.

Oh Eret! Speaking up.

You go your majesty.

He might have been the original traitor but he did get to grow.

Oh please don’t sacrifice Eret.

Oh Fundy sounds so distraught.

Oh wow Fundy and Niki saying exactly the same thing.

I do not like this.

Ah the totem has yeeted the Rolex.

Yes Lightning!

Oh they planned for that. he revealed his skills and they planned for it.

*distressed sounds*

Wow Eret is ready to die first so Foolish doesn’t have to.

And they swapped spots.

No. Quit manipulating. We don’t need another manipulation arc.

I’m getting chills from all this.

NOOOOO

Canon Life’s Lose so far: 1

Bop Bop Bop. Another one bites the dust.

Oh. Quackity.

Sup Quackity.

Eret you aren’t streaming quit blocking the view.

Go duck man go.

How did Quackity get in again? I missed that somehow?

The Rolex. Quit with the mild comedy! We’re over here crying and y’all are throwing a Rolex.

Oh no! What army.

FREAKING TECHNOBLADE!

AND THE HOUNDS!

Alright. Waiting for the dogs to come is an acceptable comedic distraction.

Techno is terrifying.

Oh Purpled. And kiddo has a nice suit.

Techno and Quackity’s fans are going to go nuts.

Look at Puffy go.

Good job gal.

Look at that hound army go.

All the cannon lives being lost.

Don’t go for him?

Oh Purpled go. That ok.

Poor Fundy sounds so stressed.

Techno in character going “IDK who that is”

Oh rats. They got out.

Another prison. Why is that our solution to everything.

Ive pulled Bad’s POV up again, but I’ve got ads.

Oh. Bad sounds sad. And his chat is spamming dream...

And he has sad music.

Everyone being an unreliable narrator here.

Oh bad boating away.

While everyone talking about containing the egg.

Oh Bad’s ending on a sad note.

People talking about plot armor. Eret has been here since Early L’manberg and he still has all cannon lives.

Well. Bad ended and everyone else is stressing.

Digging out. Everyone so done with all that.

Aww. No more parties...

Hooray Air!

Oh. Stew.

Oh Puffy honey.

Her child was killed in front of her. Killed her friends. There is a crisis.

The others dinking around just out of and just in frame aren’t helping the moment.

Oh. We lost a doggies. Sadness.

Sorry wait Puffy is doing heart hurting stuff.

Go find your boy honey.

Oh wait we’re ending.

Well... that was something.

Can someone else go live and just kinda chill on the smp out of character please? Just so there is a little less whiplash of streams ending.

Anyway. That was really good and I like all the characters being involved. Didn’t feel like anyone was too out of place between speeches and just the hanging out at the beginning.