#their voices are literally fucking godlike

[vaggieslefteye]

I made this "acoustic" version of More Than Anything by combining the vocals with Sheet Music Boss' piano cover of the song with a bit of audio editing/tweaking in audacity and I'm madly in love. Figured I'd share it here.

[sweetyluvs]

biting ellie and making her bleed as she fucks u hard🤟🤟🙌🤞

i was literally just thinking about this last night?? 🫶🫶

your throat was raw from calling ellie’s name over and over, begging and whining for her body, pleasure consuming you to the point of your head being fuzzy.

Ellie was leaning over you, fingers deep inside your pussy as she fingered you with such perfection that every sweet spot in your body was being abused so good. tears welled in your eyes as her thumb rubbed your puffy clit, two major pleasure points being fucked oh so good, her her face was kissing your neck, licking and grunting against your sticky sweet skin, her shoulder awfully close to your face. Ellie’s fingers worked at a speed you hadn’t know was humanly possible- tongue working ways on your sensitive neck as she fucked you with her honey fingers in every right place.

warm tears spilled down your puffy cheeks, ellie laughed at you- deciding to take it further, she began to rock her whole body back and fourth, fingers reaching impossibly deep and your tight cunt was experiencing new heights of pleasure. You let out a whimper scream, eyes slamming shut as your hands grabbed the sheets- that’s when you subconsciously bit ellie- teeth sinking into her warm freckled shoulder as you soon felt the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth. She let out a deep grunt of pain, pulling back and stopping her godlike movement to see your face- her expression filled with shock.

But fuck- she looked so hot. Short strands of her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, sports bra shaping her breasts so perfectly as the wound you’d inflicted on her spread small amounts of deep red blood on your shoulder. “babe did you just bite me?” she bit out, her brows furrowed. you nodded, panting like a whore who’s never been fucked so good.

seeing you like that did something to ellie, knowing she had the power to fuck you so good you had to hurt her to deal with it? she was fucked, she loved it. Her lips smashed to yours, devouring the taste of her own blood swirling in your mouth wasn’t something she’d expect to enjoy so much. Her fingers picked up their pace once more, adding a second finger to your flit for good measure and loving the vibrations coming from your mouth as you were being fucked so good.

“feels so good, yeah? so good you had to bite me to deal with it.” she grunted out, her harsh movements against your cunt causing her voice to tremble. you couldn’t reply with words, only profusely nodding as she rocked the pads of her fingers onto the spongey spot inside you in a way you’d never felt. You thought maybe you should start biting her more.

[4imhry]

tutor-in-disguise/fuckboy!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: his fuckboy reputation made your crush on him slightly lessen until recently, he was hired to tutor you without you knowing. you could never be more fucked up at the fact the fuck boy next door was hired to tutor you. big brain came up with a godlike features and a prince charming like charms? absolutely enough to get your knees buckle.

you woke up with beads of sweat forming on your forehead. you were hyperventilating at the fact you just had a wet dream and the boy next door you low-key had a crush on is in it.

a pool of wetness appear on your shorts causing you to let out a grunt. yes. you were still horny. the image of sunghoon being on top of you, railing you inhumanly got you slipping your hand inside of your shorts.

nonetheless, half way nearing to your orgasm, you got reminded again that was your neighbour you were fingering yourself to. it made you slipped your fingers out of your dripping cunt.

“fuck.” you cussed frustratedly.

you cringed at the thought of sunghoon kissing you. it unbelievably felt real. that was very odd you thought. the fact he looked insanely attractive in the dream made you shut your eyes in realisation you don’t want to find yourself falling for the fuck boy next door.

your head were still preoccupied with the dream of sunghoon railing you–practically drilling you until you rolled your eyes in pleasure. you then thought if this was the consequences of watching your neighbour watering the plants in a compressed sleeveless T-shirt.

you couldn’t blame your hormones for acting up too quickly just by the seeing of an attractive young man. for instance, it happened to be a young man named park sunghoon. he was attractive. very attractive.

not that you wish he would actually fuck you but both you barely talked to each other or whatsoever despite going to the same school or living literally next to each other.

“y/n?” the sound of faint knocking sounds could be heard.

“yes, mom?” you scurried on your feet and swung the door open.

“will you dressed up properly because we got something to discuss about with a person I hired to tutor you.” before you get to open your mouth in protest, she peeked a bit to see what the latter was up to downstairs.

“the boy is downstairs. he’s very charming.” your mother smiled in glee. “I,m sure you would have liked him–”

“you hired someone without asking me?” you ignored your mother’s comments about the unknown person. “background check is important, mom.”

“because I wanted to surprise you, my dear. I noticed you have been keeping an eye on him.” your mother nudged you on the elbow with a teasing smile yet expression remained stoic. she noticed you have been keeping an eye on him?

who is “him” in question?

she slung an arm around your shoulder and her other hand waving around, drawing a nonexistent vision board in the air. “don’t worry. I have met his parents and throughly did a background check on him.”

your jaw dropped onto the floor the moment your eyes fell on the familiar figure sitting at the living room with all smiles on his face, talking to your dad. his hair was neatly styled and the scent of his cologne slowly infiltrating your senses as you approached him.

your dad excused himself as soon as you sat at a couch near sunghoon, leaving only the two of you. “hey.” he began.

his voice knocked you out of your thoughts. “hey.”

“we should get along since we’re mostly going to spend a lot of time together.” he reached his hand out and you unknowingly, found yourself staring at him, too dazed by his unbelievably unreal looking features.

moreover by the fact you dreamt of him before meeting him right now was creeping you out.

he lifted an eyebrow, glancing at his stretched out hand briefly before looking back at you. “oh.” you cleared your throat and grasped his hand, lightly shaking it. “yeah we should.”

a subtle smile can be seen on his lips. you found you heart pounding at the small gesture. you can’t let sunghoon affected you just like he did to others.

“so, are we starting tomorrow?”

“yup. 2 hours session every monday until wednesday.” he pressed his lips into a thin line and opened his mouth again. “do you prefer afternoon session or night session?”

“whatever works best for you, sir–”

“I believe we’re the same age and I should be the one asking you that.” he tilted his head to the side a bit, a single strand of his hair fell on his forehead.

your lips parted for a sec before continuing. “alright. um, night session. my brain works best at night.” your eyes not being able to me his which looking intensely at you at the moment. “i found myself not being able to process information properly if I study during afternoon. I easily got sleepy.”

“very well then. night session it is.” you can feel his gaze raking all over your face, not in a weird way of course nonetheless the boy was trying to take in how endearing you seem in his eyes.

he saw you at school before from afar but he haven’t had the chance to see you up close, not at this distance to see how pretty and innocent looking you looked.

the boy able to sense the discomfort feeling you were feeling. “are you alright with me tutoring you? did you agree with the whole thing in the first place before I come here?”

you eyes averted to your mother coming from behind him, with a tray of tea cups in her hand as she settled them down on the table. yes.” you said unhesitatingly, averting your attention to your mother.

he knew the answer weren’t a genuine one.

🐧

“HE IS GOING TO TUTOR YOU?” yunjin shrieked, receiving a few judging stares from people passing by the two of you.

you mumbled a thank you to the seller before linking arms with yunjin, immediately dragging her to an empty table. “lower down your voice.” you sternly replied.

she muttered a small sorry before properly clasping her hands on the table with a demanding expression on her face which reads spill-all-the-goddamn-tea. “i had no idea she would hired him out of all those potential tutors in this state.” you rolled your eyes.

“hey, you should be happy about this. you basically got the chance to got him wrapped around your fingers and woo over you.” she sarcastically cocked her head to the side, her blonde hair swaying a little.

“why should i when there’s a rumour lingering around he fucked like 4 girls a week just to get off?”

“okay but still.” she lifted an eyebrow as she took a bite of her sandwich. “guys with experience are so good in bed.”

she sighed when you remained a stoic expression. “what happened to your undying crush for him? you liked him a few years ago.”

“but that was a few years ago.” you grunted and buried your face in your palm. “the rumour ruined my impression on him. i thought he was a goody two shoes with no drama.”

“but that’s what makes him more interesting.” you looked at yunjin with widen eyes who was staring at you with determination on her face, encouraging you to keep liking sunghoon.

“nah not for me i,m good.” yunjin’s smile fell.

“you’re saying it as if you’re gonna move on from him that easily. sunghoon’s charm has a chokehold on you for 4 years, y/n.” you pouted at your best friend’s comment because apparently what she said is true.

it won’t be easy because it’s park sunghoon we’re talking about. “being near him often would ignite your feeling for him again.” she smiled, taking the last bite of her sandwich before caressing your other hand.

what yunjin said was presumably to be true. seeing him again up close with a considerably close distance for you–his strong charismatic and expensive aura radiating from him allures you in, as if chanting a mantra your head, telling you to forget about your move on attempt.

“how’s your day, y/n?” hearing your name rolled of his tongue made you tense up in your seat. “i want to hear about your day.”

“good i guess. nothing interesting happened today.” you uttered flatly. “how about you?”

“same goes for me. but I could say jake, a friend of mine failed to woo the girl he likes. it’s so funny.” he chuckled, reminiscing how flustered his friend looked when the girl lacked of reaction the moment the Australian asked her out.

“I think that’s one of the interesting thing that happens today..” he trailed off, his eyes fell on you who already looking at him. those doe eyes of yours. they’re really something isn’t it?

“so,” he cleared at his throat and glanced at you momentarily before took one of his books and placed it at the table, “which topic you’re struggling with? you may ask as many questions as you want.” sunghoon leaned back, his eyes raking all over your face.

you flipped over the page of your textbook to the topic you’re struggling with. he nodded and without wasting anytime, as if he switched into a different person, he got into a teaching mode. sunghoon’s voice becoming more precise and stern as he explained about the topic.

however, the boy was aware to not sound too intimidating because he wants you to be comfortable around him. “so, do you understand everything so far? am I taking things too fast?” you shake your head and he smiled in relief.

“good girl.” he didn’t fail to notice the slight smile on your lips when he praised you. he picked up his chair and decided to sit next to you. you kept wondering if he was doing this on purpose because his hand often brushed against yours whenever you pointed you struggle at a certain question.

“how bout this one? it’s different from the questions I did earlier.”

“it’s pretty easy actually.” he smiled and proceeded to take one of his pencils, leaned slightly closer to you and explain the precise calculation of the question. firstly, you knew you failed at being attentive and most importantly, failed at an attempt to move on from sunghoon.

his god like features was insane from up close. the way one strand of his hair fell on his forehead just make his features look more..alluring? your breath hitched when he suddenly turned towards your direction, your lips were inches from his.

“do you get it now?”

“y-yeah.” no. you didn’t understand a thing other than staring at him for a good minute.

…

“this part is going to be a little difficult because you gonna need to memorise–” his eyes averted from the textbook to you who had fallen asleep, your cheek slightly squished which was perched on your palm.

you were adorable. the sight before him unexpectedly made him folded. hard. light snores coming out of your pretty lips just made his heart pounded faster.

“it’s been 1 hour. you deserve a break.” he whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear to get a better look of your face. a small smile made its way to his lips.

you let out a whine, switching your position to burying your face in your palms. he chuckled at the sound you just let out. the simplest gesture you made was enough to pull his heart strings.

he had never felt this way before. he surely did fucked around a lot however he was never the one to catch feelings. nonetheless, you were different. he gradually founded himself grew more fond of you the longer he laid his eyes on you.

sunghoon had this feeling you’re a fragile and an innocent glass which should be protected from all the harm in the world however at the same time, wouldn’t it be nice to have you arching your back for him, hearing your sweet voice screaming for his name.

he ran his slender fingers through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh as he observed your sleeping state. what has gotten into him?

…

sunghoon joined your family to eat dinner since you parents keep insisting him to do so. the boy had no choice but obliged; watching how your parents seem so happy and welcomed to have him here.

you knew it was wrong to still fantasies about your hot neighbour even when he’s sitting beside you. the way his biceps flexed when he picked up a dish or picked up a glass of juice was enough to make your underwear pooling with arousal.

you barely eat, not when he grazed his long fingers on your exposed thighs. you wondered if that unintentional but it was clearly not when he let his large hands rested on your thigh for more than 10 seconds.

you drew in a sharp breath the moment he squeeze your thigh, earning both of your parent’s attention.

“this spaghetti is a little spicy than usual.” you forced a smile and fortunately, your parents agreed and threw a few remarks here and there.

“yeah. did the restaurant change the chef?” your mother wondered.

“whatever. it makes this spaghetti tastes better.” your dad beamed.

you silently let out an exhale as you took a glance at sunghoon, mouthing “what.are.you.doing?”. your eyes then briefly fell on his huge arm which was still resting on your thigh. “get your hands off me.”

sunghoon smirked at your reaction, finding it endearing. “feisty.” he mouthed before taking the last bite of his spaghetti. you rolled your eyes, harshly smack his arm, causing him to wince as he rub it and his lips broke into a small smile later.

the interaction between the both of you were noticed by your parents, noting it as a friendly exchange.

his hand then slowly crawled up to your inner tight, a subtle smirk formed on his lips when he realised you’re wearing a skirt. good choice.

he softly caress your inner tight, then play with the hem of your panties which barely cover your core. your breath hitched when his long fingers pushed your panties aside, giving him access to rub your clit.

You whimpered softly, however the sound was drained out due to your parents immersive talking about their company. Your chest heaving up and down, your hand tightly gripped onto his thigh as he played with your wet folds and circling your clit sensually.

faint wet and squelch sounds can only be heard by the two of you. “h-hoon..” you whimpered as he began slipping his two fingers inside of you. he bit his lip due to how hot you looked–lips parted, your chest heaving heavily, your core dripping with arousal.

he wanted to take you on right then and there.

“fuck.” he murmured. you shut your eyes in pleasure as your head lowered, not wanting your parents to see the state you were in however sunghoon occasionally flashing smiles at you parents as if nothing happened. his hands surely work wonders, thrusting in and out of you.

he then turned to you, softly smiling as he fingers you while his thumb rapidly rubbing your clit, sending shockwaves to your whole body. “you like that?”

you nodded eagerly as you bucked your hips up for more friction. sunghoon can’t deny he was getting a hard on from watching you whimpering softly and squirming just from his fingers. he was eager to see how you looked like when he ruin you with his cock.

…..

“really? in front of my parents?” you coldly stated as you escorted him to the front door. (forcefully need to escort sunghoon)

“yeah. what about it? maybe they thought we’re getting along.”

“don’t do it ever again. you don’t want that perfect image of yours you created ruined before my parents, don’t you?”

“I thought you liked it when I did that to you.” He said gruffly, leaning closer. his tall figure looming over you.

you got flustered by his comment and looked away briefly. “it’s not appropriate for a tutor to do that to his students.”

“you’re saying that as if I’m not around your age.” he smirks as his finger tuck the hem of your skirt and smoothly pulled you close to him, your body bumping against his. You can clearly feel the bulge in his pants made the tent in his black slacks grew tighter.

“don’t pretend like you didn’t fantasise about me doing such lewd things to you.”

part 2? or nah? ;)

[the-heartlines]

real, genuine question…how are so many of my fellow shippers okay with dead dove helaemond in fanfic but not in the show? because that’s hypocritical as fuck. lmao.

because as someone who adores dead dove, i am living for the direction they’re taking helaemond. listen, linda…

*hotd leaks/spoilers*

aemond is not a nice person. he is slowly losing his grasp on things because he saw the dragon power rhaenyra has gained and he’s also a targaryen prince. he is desperate, pathetic, arrogant, prideful, in a patriarchal society where his godlike hubris has manifested after claiming a dragon, along with the hate that has lived, grew inside him ever since getting his eye taken and a father who turned his eyes from his sons, to never pour affection or literally care for him at all lbr.

the way in which he grabbed helaena so carelessly and harshly, not daring to give her feelings, her pain a second thought, to drag her into a war with him that they’re losing. (that she knows they’re going to lose)

“aemond is abusive for grabbing helaena like that.” i do not believe he is inherently abusive towards helaena. if he continues to act this way towards her, which i seriously doubt after she clocked his ass, (silence, omega!) then yes. but…an absolute dickhead of a brother going mad who acted rashly and stupidly that should get bitch-slapped? yes 1000%, because he’s so desperate, realizing that he fucked up royally burning aegon and sunfyre, that he cannot face multiple dragons alone. (lmao my idiot sandwich son 💀😭)

he’s always felt like a god after claiming vhagar, feeling superior to others because of his dragonblood, but here’s thing. helaena has predicted everything that has happened to him. they are interlinked because she has seen all that will befall him. and he’s beyond terrified here. the scene on the balcony where he confronts her post grabbing her so brutally, showing his hand ghosting hers, how his goddamn voice goes quiet, begging her to lay waste to their enemy—daemon—almost in a meekly genuine tone which we have never heard?! the little boy begging his big sister for help. “the heed to a truer calling” what he’s been taught all his life, that his blood is superior. and then he has tears in his eyes which get even more glassy with more tears of terror when she reveals her dragon dreams, knowing he burnt their brother, telling him of his death, that what he does won’t change anything. aemond’s threats of having her put to death are empty, and lmao worthy because he pretty much just came begging on his hands and knees to ask her to fight. but pookie don’t give a fuck. she knows how this will end and that the death of her family, aemond, the dragons, is the only way to ensure peace in the realm.

my beautiful fucked up doomed tragic sibling duo. i do believe helaemond in s3 will be something delicious if they decide to have aemond work with helaena and expand her dreamer arc, because they’re paralleling her with alys. especially since alys told daemon that he would die in the beginning of the szn and now helaena telling aemond how he’ll die in the finale, after he begs her to fly to harrenhal with him. the daemond x daelys x helaemond x helys parallels be paralleling.

[lacroixqueen]

made your mark on me, a golden tattoo tattoo artist sevika x reader AU (18+)

Summary: you are getting your very first tattoo and sevika just so happens to be your tattoo artist. flirting and sexual tension ensue.

Pairing: tattoo artist sevika x reader AU

Word Count: 3357 (she's LONG)

Tags: soft sevika, unresolved tension, useless lesbians, gay panic, tattoo artist, tattoos, tattoo parlor

You shifted around the seat in the waiting room of the tattoo parlor for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of a single minute. For some reason you were a lot less nervous on the way here than you were literally waiting for your tattoo artist to set up the room and look over your art samples. You told yourself that this was something you were going to get done if it was the last thing you did. 

I mean, for God’s sake, it was a brand new year, and you wanted your first tattoo to be something special, to carry meaning that only you will understand. Kind of like a little inside joke. 

Apparently the tattoo artist you selected.. Sevika was it? Was quite well known throughout Zaun for several amazing masterpieces. She was attentive to detail, cared about each and every single one of her customer’s needs, and really wanted to make the best product possible for her clientele. 

You crossed one leg over the other, folding your arms across your chest and heaved out a little sigh. She better damn well be. The waiting list for her business was about three months long. You made sure to do plenty of research before committing to something as permanent as a tattoo. I mean, it will stay on your body for the rest of your life. Perhaps even into your death. 

You shuddered at the thought. Whatever. No matter what, it was far too late to turn back now. You already submitted your deposit, gave the artist the design you had in mind and for crying out loud, you were already here at the goddamn place. So might as well get this over with and try to have as few regrets as possible.

“Y/N?” a low and raspy voice called out from the back of the tattoo parlor. “I’m ready for you. You can come on back now.”

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. She was ready for you. Okay. What does that even mean? You stood up, dusting off your skirt and took a final big deep breath. 

Just stay calm, you reassured yourself. Everything will be alright in the end. And if it isn’t, heck, maybe there is a surgeon in town who can remove it altogether and you can forget this even happened. Maybe that’s a bit of an overexaggeration. 

You were greeted by what you could only describe as one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Sevika was tall. And just by the looks of her right shoulder and arm muscles bulging from underneath her black tank… you could tell she worked out. Like a lot. She was also smoking a thick cigar between her lips, so her already godlike silhouette was wrapped around in a dreamlike haze.

You muttered a little curse under your breath. As if matters couldn’t get possibly worse, your tattoo artist was hot. As in, very very very hot. This was going to be a long afternoon. 

“You can take a seat right here,” she said with confidence, slapping the tattoo bed with a resounding echo. 

“Oh, uh, yes okay,” you stammered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before hoisting yourself up in a less than dignified fashion.

 

“Are you nervous, Y/N?” 

Oh no. From the corner of your eye, you could see she was smirking quite noticeably. Her eyes flicked over you just slightly. Shit. Was she checking you out? You didn’t even do your makeup properly today because you had no idea what she even looked like. If you had known earlier that she was this drop dead gorgeous piece perhaps you would have put in a bit more effort. You win some, you lose some, you suppose. 

“J-just a little bit!” you squeaked out. “It’s my first tattoo, so I have no idea what to expect.”

“Well, let me just tell you that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, Y/N,” Sevika chuckled as she slid closer to you on her artist chair with your designs in either hand. “If I ever hurt you, you can always tell me to stop and I’ll go slower, okay?”

“Thank you!” Oh god. She smelled so good too.

“Of course. Sooo.. I got to take a look at your ideas last night and I honestly think they are great.” You watched as the thumb of her mechanical hand peeled back a page to glance at the alternate design. 

“Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely. Although I think for this bottom part right here, we might need to make a small color adjustment since there might be some shading issues. And for the top corner here where it gets a little bit more complicated? I think I might do a little bit more dotwork to really flesh out the details. But uh, other than that, the stencil is essentially done.”

“Wow! Then, yes, perfect, let's just keep going then,” you gulped. Your eyes casually glazed over the extensive tattooing Sevika had all over her arm and neck.

“Excellent. So, I’ll just have you lay back and.. you wanted it on your side, right? Just lift up your top for me so I can have easy access to that part.”

“Oh um, sure!” You did as you were told, carefully unbuttoning your sweater and shrugging it off your shoulders. You then laid back, and lifted up your cami to reveal the right aspect of your body. 

“Lovely,” she replied. “And.. may I?” Her mechanical fingertips lightly grazed over the top of your skirt. 

You nodded vigorously. “Of course!” 

With the most gentle touch you have ever felt, Sevika gingerly tugged your skirt down a little bit more so it rested comfortably on the roundest part of your right hip. She did the same with the pink lacy fabric of the thong you had on underneath. You tried to take a small breath as quietly as possible. 

“Cute panties,” she commented almost a bit too nonchalantly before turning her back to you to slip on some latex gloves and ensure her work tray was all in order. 

As if you weren’t already flustered beyond belief, now you might as well have been an uncontrollable mess. “Th-thanks! It’s from um, the store.”

She laughed ever so slightly. “Yeah, I figured as much. Sooo.. for the design. Were you thinking of having it more..” She trailed her gloved fingertip from your pantyline to the top of your chest. “Or more like here?” She ran her other hand over the curve of your waist all the way down to your hip. 

“Uhm.. maybe kind of like.. both? If that makes sense? Like it can sort of spread from..” You gently took her wrist and guided her finger from your belly button all the way to the divot in your waist. “Like that?”

“Hmm.. yes. That should be perfectly fine.” She smirked a bit when you immediately released her arm from your grasp as if you were overstepping a boundary.

 

Without another word, she quickly sprayed some isopropyl alcohol into a wipe and proceeded to sanitize the area. “This might be a bit cold, I’m sorry babe.”

Babe? Did she just call you babe? Does she call all her clients babe? Or is it a little pet name that she only has reserved for you? 

“I-it’s totally fine!” you yelped. But she was right. It was quite cold. She could tell you were lying through your teeth when your tummy suddenly clenched up. 

“You can’t tense up just yet, doll. I haven’t even gotten the needles out,” she chuckled, lightly slapping your hip. “I need you to loosen up a bit, I don’t want you to be too tight.”

“R-right!” you replied. “Definitely don’t want that.” After a brief pause, you struggled to figure out if there was any sort of double meaning in her words. Or maybe you were just overthinking again. 

She let out another hearty laugh and proceeded to massage in some warm lotions into the side of your body. “Just try to relax, hun.” You did as you were told, closing your eyes and making a futile attempt to count numbers. But she wasn’t making your life any easier with all these pet names. And why did her fingers have to feel so goddamn good simply by rubbing cream into your skin. It felt like it was working some type of dark magic, undulating in soft, round circles and moving rhythmically over your waist. 

You could have melted into her hands right then and there. 

“Okay, and now the stencil. This will feel a little bit wet, alright?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip so you wouldn’t accidentally yelp out. For some odd reason, even though you two just met, you felt very safe with Sevika. Like you could entrust your entire body and soul to her and she wouldn’t hurt any of it even if she was fully capable of doing so. 

She smoothed out the stencil exactly over the part of your stomach and waist that you pointed to. She gently kneaded it into your skin, taking extra caution not to be too rough with you. 

With one smooth motion, she removed the stencil and quickly leaned over you to ensure no detail of her handiwork got disrupted. That no stone was left unturned. 

“Looks… just about.. perfect,” she muttered quietly. You could tell her tone has shifted slightly from the flirtatious one she took on earlier. Suddenly she was laser focused, ensuring that nothing, absolutely nothing would disturb the intricacy of her artwork. 

“Great!” you chirped awkwardly, craning your neck over to see the stencil art. Good god. It looked absolutely breathtaking. Her line work was truly something out of this world. And she really did pay attention to every single request you made in your design. “Wow.”

She looked up, locking your gaze with the utmost intensity. “Yeah.” A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was quite pleased with herself. 

She turned around to power on her tattoo machine. 

“This part is going to hurt just a little bit, okay?” she spun around in her artist chair to check on you.

 

You nodded your head and exhaled ever so slightly. “Okay.” A giant lump was starting to form in your throat and you could feel yourself getting a bit worked up. 

Sevika immediately held onto your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “If it ever starts hurting, just let me know and I will stop right away.”

“O-okay.”

“We’ll start with the first line. Take a deep breath and count to three for me, alright princess?” Sevika said as she positioned the tattoo gun at an angle to your skin. 

Oh my god. Princess?! She definitely does not call all her clients that. Alright. Big deep breath. One.. two.. three- 

The searing hot needle pierced into your skin like a knife. 

“Ah~!” you let out a small cry and Sevika immediately stopped midline.

 

“Too fast?”

“A little bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll go a lot slower this time.”

You nodded and took in another breath. You felt Sevika’s gloved hand slide over the curve of your waist as she positioned herself to gain a little bit more control over her line. By god did her cologne smell amazing. When she leaned over your body, a few short pieces of her bangs would fall out and just barely graze over your exposed tummy. It was definitely getting a bit difficult for you to concentrate on your breathing and counting. 

Sevika proceeded to carve out the central line of your tattoo design. She worked slowly and methodically, usually in complete silence. But for some reason when she was around you, she felt the urge to keep pushing the envelope and testing your limits. 

“Good girl,” she would coo gently when she noticed your stomach beginning to relax. 

“That’s my good girl..” she would say again when she finished a piece of detailing while you stayed quiet and still. 

You would moan softly every now and then when you felt the needle dig into your skin and Sevika would respond by going just a touch slower and smirking to herself. Secretly, she loved hearing how adorable and helpless her clients sounded when she sank the tattoo needle deep into their skin. Her sadistic nature was one of the primary reasons she decided to go into tattooing as a prime business. 

To have someone completely in her control, at her disposal. To leave a permanent mark on their bodies that would forever remind them of their experience with her. To watch them writhe in pain, or sometimes even pleasure. It was like a drug she simply could not get enough of. 

And you. Something about the way you squirmed was extra fucking enticing and she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

In fact, she could feel you wriggling ever so slightly even now. “Stay still for me, angel.”

And you would immediately stop. Her voice was soft, but also definitively commanding. She needed to focus. To have you moaning and writhing was too much even for her. Her mind would begin to wander to dangerous places. 

Like how it would feel to start ramming into your cunt right then and there and watching how your sensitive body would react to her thrusts. How irresistible and beckoning your moans would sound as they ricocheted off the walls, encouraging her to pound into you so rough and so hard you just couldn’t take it anymore. How cute you would look clutching onto your sweater for comfort, or holding onto the sides of the tattoo bed for dear life. 

You would be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about a million hypothetical scenarios in your head. 

Having Sevika press her bicep over the top of your stomach to hold you still just did something to your psyche that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your eyes danced over the detailing of her own tattoo. It looked to be very intricate and well-thought out… wait a second. Was that supposed to be Zaun?! 

“Um, I-I like your tattoo!” you chirped meekly. “It’s really beautiful.”

“Thanks baby,” she smirked to herself. “I designed it myself, actually.”

“Do.. you call all your clients that?” you asked out of the curiosity that was beginning to kill you slowly. 

Sevika suddenly paused in the middle of her tattooing to glance over at you.

 

“Only my favorite ones,” she said with a wink before returning to her work. 

Oh my god. Why does she keep doing that? It’s starting to become unfair. Like she was getting off the high of torturing you and watching your pathetic reactions. And what did she mean by “favorite ones”? So she flirts with all her clients she finds attractive? What does that even mean?!

Every now and then, Sevika would sneak a glimpse over towards you. She loved the way your chain necklace rested so comfortably over the top of your collarbone. Or how plump and kissable your lips looked in the dim lighting of the parlor. Or how your legs were beginning to spread instinctively the closer her tattoo work moved to the top of your skirt. 

Sevika had to fight every last urge in her body to not reach down into your panties and start pleasuring you the way you deserved right then and there on top of that tattoo bed. But she knew she had a job to finish, regardless of how damn adorable you looked and sounded as she drew on the finishing touches of your tattoo. 

“Okay.. almost done,” she said. “You are doing so good, sweetheart.”

You winced a little bit when you felt the needle dig just a bit deeper than usual at the last pattern. Was she trying to tease you back there? Or was that absolutely necessary to finish off the line? Whatever. You tried not to overthink it, even though you have been doing so this entire time. 

“Alright..” Sevika hummed. “Why don’t you step off the bed and take a look in the mirror over there?” 

You did as you were told, hopping off and hobbling over to the full-length mirror across the room. You tilted your head to the side, gently lifting up your cami again to look over the tattoo. Wow. She really did a stunning job. You were a bit surprised, given the fact that she was flirting with you half the time. But holy.. every single piece of line art and dot work flowed so evenly with each other. The design came out exactly the way you had imagined it. 

Sevika gave out a low whistle of approval from behind you. 

You jumped a little bit out of surprise. Sevika had snuck up on you without you even noticing. And god. Just by looking in the mirror she was already towering over you. 

“It’s… beautiful,” you said softly. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

“That’s wonderful,” Sevika replied. “Now, can you take your cami off for me, Y/N?”

“M-my cami?”

Sevika chuckled and raised up the medical grade bandage she had in her hand. “For this.” 

“Oh. Right. Yes. Absolutely.”

You gently tugged off your shirt and tossed it onto a nearby countertop to reveal a pink lacy bra. Sevika tried not to comment on it but she did in fact take note of how good you looked in it. And how badly she wanted to take it off you right then and there. 

Sevika stepped forward so she placed her thigh between your legs and carefully laid the clear bandage over the top of your tattoo. She gently rubbed it in with her thumb and index finger, making sure to smooth out any uneven edges or creases. She smiled a bit to herself when she felt how hard and fast your heartbeat was pounding against your stomach, or how much warmer your skin felt compared to before. 

“Perfect,” she said, quickly removing her gloves and handing you back your shirt. “So, for this bandage, think of it as like a second layer of skin that offers extra protection. Leave it on for the next few days. Then I would rinse it off with some warm water. Oh and, definitely moisturize.” Her tone shifted from flirtatious to professional and matter-of-fact in what felt like a split second. How did she keep doing that?!

“Y-yes ma’am!” you sputtered out, returning to the tattoo bed to shrug on your sweater and gather your belongings. 

“And the payment is already taken care of since I saw you submitted your deposit in advance, so I believe you are all set,” Sevika said. 

“Great! Um.. thank you Sevika. I was super nervous going into this but you definitely made me feel a whole lot better afterwards.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied, giving you another flirty grin. “Oh, and uh-” The tattoo artist went behind the front counter to dig around a bit until she fished out a slightly bent business card and handed it over to you. “Call me.”

“C-call you?! As in like- Oh my god. I’m.. not sure if I would feel.. I mean, isn’t this kind of fast?”

“I meant to update me on your tattoo healing,” Sevika chuckled. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, princess.”

“Right, right, no yes that makes total and complete sense,” you responded, folding the business card nervously into your palm. “Um.. well I guess I’ll.. call you.”

“Yeah.” She had already followed you to the doorframe and you were standing in the streets of the undercity at this point. “I’ll see you around, alright Y/N?”

“Okay! Yes. Um. Bye! Thank you!” You quickly scurried off into the busy crowds of Zaun, disappearing into the darkness once more. 

You were quite certain that if you didn’t act, that you would barely see Sevika again, save an occasional run-in at the liquor store or maybe a random night at The Last Drop. So you didn’t want to take any chances.

[maxwell-grant]

So, any thoughts on the most Cold War-y of the FF's enemies, the Red Ghost (and his Super-Apes)?

Love him. I don't think I've really read anything he's been in past the Lee/Kirby run, a brief skim over the Red Ghost's wiki section kinda makes it seem like this guy just never stops falling through the cracks in reality, not like he really has a job anymore ever since the space race ended and that was the whole impetus for his quest. By all metrics it's really obvious why he gets particularly screwed over hard by the sliding timeline and why he is never really going to be anyone's priority and why he doesn't really show up in stuff anymore, but there's a charm to him. I love that the very first appearence of The Watcher is defined by this guy.

The Fantastic Four go to the moon and meet this godlike cosmic keystone and voice of the universe who will go on to be one of the most significant presences in their lives over the following years, and said godlike cosmic keystone tells them that a bunch of superpowered communist apes arrived at the same time they did and that's fucking cool so now they will have to battle it out and the winner gets the keys to the house. I think it rules that, by Fantastic Four standards, a Spaceman Dr Caligari who is also a literal Specter of Communism weaponizing a trio of cosmic-radiation empowered communist super monkeys (and yes the monkeys are communists as well it is very important), is basically a throwaway grunt villain. He's just delightful.

[literaryspinster]

A few moments later, she hears a familiar voice.

“Marie,” Jordan must have had this same idea, and she perks up at the sight of them. Their inky black hair hanging sexily in their eyes like an emo bad boy, their stupid new costume perfectly hugging their godlike body, their veiny, lovely hand nervously rubbing the back of their neck when it should be rubbing her woefully neglected butt.

She’s wanted to see them all day, all week, all month really. And now that she is, she has no idea what to say, what she’s even allowed to say. She starts as small as possible, thinking it’s better than saying nothing at all.

“Hey,” she finally manages.

“Hey. How’s everything going?”

“It’s… going.”

“How’s London?” they ask, something pinching and spiteful in their tone.

“I wouldn’t know, haven’t left the studio. How’s the movie?”

“Poorly written.”

She lets out a weird and nervous almost laugh, “If anyone can elevate it, you can, right?”

They don’t smile, they just keep looking at her with those sad, beautiful eyes, those “please kiss me, I’m suffering” eyes. But she can’t be caught on someone’s cell phone camera or some leaked security video making out with her “ex” no matter how badly she wants to. The silence stretches between them like a desolate country road, keeping them stranded from each other even though they’re nearly close enough to shake hands.

“You’re hiding something, I know you are,” they finally snap.

“We can’t talk about this now.”

“I know, I know” Jordan says, regaining their composure almost as soon as they lost it. “But can we talk about something? Anything?” they step closer and lower their voice so much that Marie just barely makes it out. “I miss you.”

She darts her eyes across the space, making sure no one is in earshot even though she knows damn well no one is. There’s a small group of cosplayers passing at the end of the hallway, several feet away, but they’re too caught up in their own chatter to pay them much notice, in their peripheral vision Marie and Jordan probably look like cosplayers themselves.

“Marie–

“I have a meet and greet in ten minutes,” she says, cutting them off, losing her already paper-fragile nerve. And this is stupid, this is so fucking dumb, why did she even come? Why did she want so badly to see them only to act the same way she’s been acting? This is more than fear, she doesn’t know how to be normal anymore because she doesn’t even know what normal is. She swallows hard. “Good luck today Fortress.”

She turns and starts down the empty hallway, soon enough the panels will end and a small crowd of overstimulated fanpeople will pour out, and she wants to be far away by the time they do.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Jordan says to her back. She shouldn’t stop walking away, she shouldn’t. 

She does.

Turning impulsively toward them, she scoffs “I’m an asshole? Really?” 

“Yeah, a big one ‘Good luck today, Fortress?’ What's that supposed to mean?”

It means good luck. It also means I hate myself for hurting you, and I hate you for being here when I can’t touch you. but she can’t say that, not when she constantly feels like she’s being watched. This is like five years ago, when she didn’t know what to do with her feelings except twist them into something else and scream them out. Suddenly, because she’s not allowed to be anything else, she’s mad as hell at Jordan, she’s so mad she wants to push them, shove them against a wall, or onto her bed, she wants to give them a blowjob she’s so mad.

She strides close again, forgetting herself. Her heart is drumming way too fast, just as fast as Jordan’s. But her voice is steady, precise and just the right amount of dark when she speaks this time. 

“It means you’re gonna need it.” She says with a little smirk. “I’ve heard you in interviews you know there are words besides literally, right?”

They only chuckle, happy to play this game if it keeps her from walking away. If the only way they can talk in public without raising suspicion is like this, then so be it. It’s practically how they used to flirt. “I’m sure you do, every time you speak to a reporter it’s like you fucked a thesaurus the night before.”

“Jeez that was so funny my eyes just rolled against their will.”

“Yeah? I thought that’s just how your face is.”

“Oh you want to talk about my face? Do you even know how to take a photo without looking like you’re holding in a sneeze?”

“Maybe I’m just allergic to your bullshit.”

“Maybe you’re just allergic to style, look at that costume you look like someone ordered Nightwing off of Wish.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Excuse me” says a new voice.

“What?!” they yell in unison. 

“Um, can I have your autographs?” it’s a young girl of about 12. And Marie realizes now that a widening crowd is gathering into the hallway. The panels must have ended. Fuck.

They take turns signing the autographs, and send the girl on her way with tortured grins.

~From How To Be Liars In Love, Ch. 5

[burningtacozombie]

I need to vent

for the most part I like exploring new fandoms, meeting new people with the same interests, and just have a fun time. but every fandom has that one faction. that one group of people you mention to others and everyone instantly starts rolling their eyes. that group of people who, for whatever reason, seems to have completely lost touch with reality. they are happy among themselves but no one in the larger scale of the fandom as a whole wants anything to do with them, and for good reason. and here is what I have witnessed the last 3 days, the reason I need to vent before I pick up boxing gloves and buy a plane ticket:

it started when Dan went on The Voice Ukraine as a coach in 2019. the producers of the show thought it would be good for ratings if he and Tina, the only woman among the coaches in his first season, played it like they were a couple. or more like, becoming one over the course of that season. they didn't have much of a choice in the matter so they did, and well… the producer was right, it was good for ratings. people started shipping them, worshipping them actually, as if the two as a couple are some godlike deity. they've been doing it ever since.

and while Dan and Tina did become close friends, having to deal with the utter madness of it all together, he explicitly explained that it was the producer's idea in the first place. over the course of two seasons they did two duets together, interviews and a bunch of performances and they, still today, talk about how close they are BUT they never confirmed an actual relationship. for all we know, they've never been together to begin with. but these worshippers don't want to hear it. these "fans" act like a straight up cult, celebrating the "couple's birthday" with cake and parties, at separate concerts they give Dan and Tina gifts that they want them to pass on to each other, they write fanfics about them (I'm sorry, fanfics about real people generally creep me out) and create fake images and videos with AI of the two with babies and whatnot. and anyone who says anything against the couple is evil. I'm serious, it's a cult at this point. there are literally hundreds of accounts on social media with AI pictures like this: and that's a harmless one…

cut to the Christmas concert: his pr manager brought a female plus one to the show who's an influencer on social media or something. that woman happened to be sitting next to Dan on the couch in his dressing room after the show, in a video he posted himself. his band, his mom, his also female pr manager, his opening acts were all there too but for whatever reason, 3 days ago people found her personal account on instagram and started insulting her for sitting next to him!!! these people started assuming he's in a relationship with this woman out of fucking nowhere and now they're dragging all three of them. her for breaking up a couple that for all we know never even existed, Tina for "letting it happen" and Dan for "allowing himself to do that". they're taking it personal as if someone killed their dog, they're so fucking offended… and all of that because SOME WOMAN SAT NEXT TO HIM!!

worshippers within this cult are sending messages to "regular" fans to get them to discuss the situation, they are literally mourning the death of the couple and the wording in this one screenshot alone has me at a loss for words. like… oh my god the man sat next to a woman who is not Tina, the audacity! (translation isn't perfect but it gets the point across)

they also demand all three of them make a statement because the fans deserve to know what's going on! with the exception of clarifying the show producer's ratings idea, Dan NEVER ONCE made any statement about his current love life, not 20 years ago, not anywhere in between. I'm not even getting into how incredibly invasive it has been for him and Tina and their private lives all these years but the insanity has reached a whole new level over the last few days and it is fucking infuriating.

these people are so obsessed in a straight up disturbing way, I'm not joking when I say they're insane. and I feel so horrible for Dan and Tina and this random woman who just happened to be there. none of them deserve any of that bullshit, recent or otherwise.

there is so much more to say but this rant did exactly what it was supposed to, I'm calming down. for the moment anyway.

[smilebug]

Hiiii I love the way you draw hands,, they’re always so.. gentle =w= anyway do you have thoughts about the PAMA arc ? And that whole situation and how it effected Jesse and Lukas’ relationship. You’re the number 1 jesselukas understandee to me and I’m replaying lol

afnjgbkl thank you!

and oh boy do i have thoughts about it. so honored someone enjoys my interpretations of these two so much. yeah so i love the pama arc to death just because of how emotionally exhausting and traumatizing it is for both jesse and lukas!! <3

just saying that the pama arc allows for so much angst potential just because like... can you fucking imagine how horrifying it must be to be jesse in that situation, watching your friends in pain and agony as theyre getting chipped by some godlike machine, potentially physically and mentally scarring them forever, and you're next? yeah, so i think that part fucks a lot with jesse. witnessing his friends become these zombie-like vessels that are basically just used as bodies for pama, not the same people that jesse originally became friends with. just, poof. all traces of personality gone. and now theres a literal chip implanted into the back of their heads? holy shit dude

not only that, but when jesse actually has to fight lukas to save him... realizing lukas is actually a lot stronger than he expected, and hearing this distorted, robotic voice emit from him? reminding him about all of his past "failures" and "mistakes" that he regrets, that burden him every night? shit that he gets nightmares over? while coming out of lukas's mouth, of all people, and those demonic red eyes as he's coming to literally kill him? that and just the way it leaves lukas with such a headache, remembering what it felt like to have pama control his body... dear god. i love this game so much but i just wish they didnt make light of all this lowkey horrific shit they did to their characters LMAO i mean really imagine how terrifying it must feel to not only have no control over your own body, but to also be actively controlled by this hivemind computer and still having some level of consciousness to remember it all happening

sorry for the rant haha i just love this arc so much and it just. grahh so much potential !!!

[abyssmalice]

// 4.2 story genshin spoilers

(alright everyone...................... time for my story Thonkies)

(so overall: it was a p good story, i feel like it wrapped up fontaine's overall story well enough.

emphasis on "well enough" bc i do feel like some parts of it were very, uh, how do i put it. "bullshitty" is a harsh word but there were def moments, especially when it was dropping exposition, that felt like the writers were kinda just pulling things out of their ass in order to explain things and therefore come up with a solution to conclude everything. in the vein of "X thing exists!! we're just telling you it exists Now, like 5 mins into the finale, without almost zero buildup to it" sort of vibe.

at least, i think i need to go over the prophecy and the heavenly principles stuff with a fine-toothed comb again later........ because the exposition on that felt very "just take us at our word for it" like when you think about it, How does the heavenly principles actually enact the prophecy? especially when the story outright throws a "the root of the prophecy's effects is the whale"?? the implication is that the prophecy and all it entails is "fated", and thus, it's not that the heavens literally orchestrated the whale and stuff (well unless they want to prove me wrong on that in the next couple of AQs) - but that they have the ability to manipulate or enforce "fate". the "law" of the world and all that bs essentially. and fontaine's fate was meant to be that prophecy, leaving the finer details up to whatever actually happens.

BUT THIS STILL TAKES A BIT OF THINKING TO FIGURE OUT AND ALSO KINDA FEELS WEIRDLY OUT OF NOWHERE AND ITS LIKE, AS A WRITER I THINK IT'S COOL BUT ALSO GOD DAMN DID IT FEEL LIKE IT CAME OUT OF JUST NOWHERE-

anyway, this isn't to say the AQ was bad. no, i honestly think it was really good, i genuinely liked it, even if i feel like the execution of some parts was. weird. essentially lmao

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ANYWAY THATS MY ONLY REAL MAJOR GRIPE, LET ME GET INTO THE STUFF I ENJOYED THE HELL OUT OF:

aka fuwina........... ;A;

like ok girl, you win, ill roll for you. i am so fucking rolling for you once i have the primos-

the entire "acting" scene by scene.......... oh my god, it was so good, you really feel for her. i was utterly bawling my eyes out the entire time, personally. also idk about the other languages, but jp furina takes the fucking cake for me - all of her dialogue where she isn't putting up a front is voiced so softly, almost childishly—it really hammers in the point that furina really was, as focalors put it, "naive and inexperienced as my first day as a human" when first created - she was split into existence and purposefully left clueless on some knowledge (like focalors' plan for the prophecy) and lacking in any magical powers that could be considered godlike, hence human, and not-all-knowing or all-powerful as a god. a true human, a newborn young human.

in essence, a child thrust into the role of acting as something more than that, with dire consequences if that role was not played to perfection, with seemingly no end; any normal person would be crumbling under such weight, and furina more so as someone who, in the context of her own situation, didn't even know what the "plan" entailed besides what focalors' said - all she had was pure turned desperate belief that it would turn out okay because the other-her said so.

(i can already hear tonitoni awkwardly trying to share a juice box in the back of my brain.............. something something the solidarity of young girls thrust into positions of power without quite knowing what they were getting into years down the line but they knew there was something on the line and they would do what they can for those they loved and a god looked upon them and said, follow what i say, and everything will be well-)

anyway i havent played furina's story quest yet so thats all the fuwina thonks i have, but i sure hope it doesnt make me bawl again........

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my other big thonks def have to do with the whale and the events around it (of course they do, what kinda blog is this again? tonitoni blog? yes and no)

i think the fight was pretty cool, tho i want to know why the actual hell we fought. that thing. inside the whale. besides the rule of cool factor. like is there a reason that was in there in the first place?? also why do some of its aoe attacks look like vishaps are trying to attack you.................... hey, what's going on here man......................

also the way skirk tosses not just choldee but also the whale into an abyssal-looking crack. like, ill get to childe in a second, but let me focus on how she actually just sucks the whale into a suspiciously quantum-looking ball before tossing it aside. (please tell me we're getting a quantum element. bc. maybe. that. that means. i-imaginary element.................. PLEASE I WANT TO GIVE MY TONIS AN EXCUSE TO SECRETLY HAVE EITHER QUANTUM OR IMAGINARY AS ONE OF THEIR ELEMENTS PLEAAAAAAASE-)

and skirk herself is still a pretty mysterious character, despite all the lore dumping she did. p much the only primary things strictly related to her character is that: 1) she has her own greater-scope master 2) is very much strength-focused (300 million swings........... yeah, i see where childe gets it now), 3) and bc of said views on the strong and the weak, she will only consider others her equal (and therefore, humor them at all) if they display truly exceptional strength (see: "without using powers from beyond this world")

(this also makes me think skirk would not even bother to blink at smol toni, but may in fact consider tol toni at least somewhat "an equal" due to that toni surviving millennia in the abyss due to a mixture of insanely stubborn determination + her actual elemental powers come purely from the leylines/irminsul and nothing else, so any honed skill is both technique and teyvat-related power. thooooo, considering the lore also says that the primordial one created the human realm and its leylines (which should implicate the irminsul too, considering it's also found in the abyss aka beyond the world itself??), well....... god fucking knows on that one really.

FUCK I WISH THE LORE ON LEYLINES AND IRMINSUL WASNT SO MESSED UP IN LOGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS MESSING ME UP AS SOMEONE WHOSE MUSES' LORE RELIES ON THIS!!!!!!!)

anyway, i really want to know the logic behind her just. throwing childe. into the hole along with mr whale in a ball. im guessing, the implication is that it's just like, a random abyssal portal that will presumably spit out the whale into an abyssal garbage dump while childe will be sent somewhere he can be retrieved (and taken back to snezhnaya, thank god, tonitoni would never let him hear the end of it if her brother got thrown into ANOTHER unreachable destination after two AQs of being thrown into jail and then into a sealed sea).

still a weird jarring moment though, i agree with everyone on that........... really weird.

BUT HEY, AT LEAST WE HAVE WORD FOR WORD DIALOGUE SAYING CHILDE IS SUPER STRONG AND FOUGHT THAT STUPID WHALE FOR AGES ESSENTIALLY, i want no more complaints on how strong and cool he is (i am saying this bc toni will never say it but i know she'd want to say it but would hate saying it so im saying it for her)

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there's some more stuff i wanna say, esp re: the third descender and the gnosis stuff, + some extra thonkies about "fate" esp in the context of my tonitonis. and with the fontaine AQ wrapped up here, i can probs start to safely figure out the full fontaine timeline for smol toni - but ill leave all that in a separate thonkie post)

[countlessrealities]

@advnterccs sent: Ⓐ { For the Mortys 👀} Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours || Accepting !

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

"I-It's kind of weird b-because...you know. W-When I look at me, I-I don't think that I'm...particularly cute or-or anything. B-But when I look at him..." His voice trails off and a hint of pink spreads on his cheeks. "I-I don't know. He is cute. An-And good-looking. An-And I like him. Uh, a lot."

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

"Uh, w-well, he's me, l-like literally me, not even another version, so..." Cue to a slightly nervous chuckle. "B-But we're not completely identical. H-He has a better temper, or-or maybe just more control over his emotions. An-And he is...kinder than I am and I-I really admire that. H-How he managed to remain nice a-after all we've been through. An-And he's still so badass and brave and...h-he's just amazing, you know?

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

"..." He is so not commenting this one.

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend

"W-We were best friends before we started to, uh, date. An-And we still are. FM i-is the best friend I-I've ever had an-and...I trust him. W-With everything. M-My life, my secrets an-and...as cheesy as it sounds, uh, m-my heart too. I-I can't..." He trails off, unsure of how to continue. "He means so much to me. I-I don't think I have the words to...to explain it. I-I'm...R-Rick at times says that breaking time is the best thing h-he has ever done and...I-I think I agree with him."

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

"C-Can it be a first impression i-if you're meeting yourself? I...it's weird to say that. R-Right?" His grin is a little tense and he shifts the weight on his feet. "I-It was a little weird at first, a-also because it has taken me a while to, uh, w-wrap my head around the whole timeline split, b-but...I think I liked FM right away. I-In a friendly way, I mean. H-He was nice an-and we understood each other so well s-since the very start. N-No one has ever be so...good to me. An-And patient. An-And understanding. I-I knew right away tha-that we would have gotten along super well."

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

"I-I mean, we're, uh, dating so...I-I think that says it all." Cue to an awkward chuckle. "He...FM is one of the two most important people in my life. I-I never thought that I-I would find someone so...wonderful w-who also likes me an-and wants to be with me and...I-I never want to lose him or-or let him go, now that I've found him."

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

"Uh, s-so, yeah...That. It's...you know." And that's all he'll say about this.

[4imhry]

tutor-in-disguise/fuckboy!sunghoon x fem!reader ( PART 2!)

synopsis: The tutor your parents hired who came up with a godlike features and a prince charming like charms? You thought you did great at covering up your so called feelings towards him but unfortunately, he already got you wrapped around his finger. (literally) He wants you as much as you want him.

taglist!

@mgzzn @jayhyunglover @kimsunoo2003 @heeseunghee7 @deobitifull

warnings!

cream-pie!anal penetration!sunghoon being obsessed with you!smut,smut,smut!

I apologise to those who I didn’t add into the taglist because I’m afraid some of you might have changed your usernames!

please read PART 1 before you read this part!

the next day of tutoring and the days after that, everything went back to normal. it was as if sunghoon didn’t inappropriately fingers you under the table while having dinner with your parents. not gonna lie, he was pretty good with his fingers but you can’t get ahead of yourself.

you constantly need to remind yourself he’s a player and he’s going to play you like he did to the others. however, it was as if the scenario was imprinted in your mind, making you touch yourself from time to time from the thought of his pretty fingers sliding in and out of your pussy.

“understood?” he smiled softly, the tip of his pencil circling the answer of the question he had been explaining to you. just why the unnecessary fuck boy nature and his smart brain had to come with in one package? it frustrated you.

you nodded, flashing a small smile before immediately moving on to the next question.

you needed to focus. you have to. finals is nearing and having a fine ass tutor like the guy before you wasn’t helping. the small strand of his on his forehead which lightly moved when he shake his head or looks away, tugged a small string in your heart; it shouldn’t be this way.

“am I going too fast?” he said as he gazes into your eyes. you could only glanced at him briefly. your not so innocent mind can misinterpreted the sentence in a different way.

“nope.” you quickly replied as you straightened your back posture.

hours went by and sunghoon finally ended his session for the day. “mhm I see you’ve understand most of the topics. let’s go over a new syllabus next time yeah?” he chimed softly as he packed his things into his bag.

“yeah.” I briefly glanced at him, smiling sheepishly.

unbeknownst to you, sunghoon was checking you out whenever you’re looking away–mostly tried to get a glimpse of endearing you looked. you can just breathe and blink and it simply made his stomach swarmed with butterflies. he thought you were annoying at first. annoyingly cute.

“want a drink?” you asked as you look up at him; gesturing him to take the glass of water.

“sure.” and oh, he can’t help but his mind drifted to how good you looked when you look up at him. his cock hardens at the thought of you taking all of him. he wants to see that pretty face of yours scrunched up due to pleasure and your voice turned to whines and moans from him fucking you relentlessly.

he purposely let his hand brushed against yours as he take glass from your hand, his eyes not leaving yours as he drank from it. sunghoon acknowledged the smallest gestures he made was affecting you and he enjoyed it.

at school, sunghoon, being from someone who doesn’t talk to you on daily basis became someone whom always made the effort to engage in the smallest conversation with you.

it could be between classes or at the cafeteria, which he always greeted with a small pat on your head or purposely messed up your hair. It annoyed you sometimes because it might caused a misunderstanding to anyone else who didn’t know what’s the commotion between the two of you.

on top of that, it is also one of the reason it got your heart thumping against your ribcage over a slightest gesture from the latter.

“sunghoon!” you grunted. he replied with a chuckle, finding your reaction to be endearing before catching up with his friends as he retracted his hand away from your head.

“did you understand that?–mhm now I want to see how you do it.” he said it lowly as he handed the pencil to you, wanting to see how you would do. did his voice just went an octave lower? god, if only he knew what his voice did to you.

it’s not like you can call sessions with sunghoon was a failure due to his handsome features which causing a disturbance to you but he got a way in his teaching that caused you to understand his learning materials quickly.

to your surprise, your grades improved significantly. much to your parents satisfaction–they decided to keep him around for a while until your finals which caused you to grunt in frustration when they announced sunghoon is not going anywhere anytime soon.

perhaps, you might’ve rambled–fake a complain to not give away the delightful feeling in your heart, growing to love the attention sunghoon gives you.

…

“shall we take a break?” he lightly taps on your arm, which caused you to get flustered. you nodded in response.

you were thankful he’s such an understanding person. both of you have been going on the same topic for 2 hours. you knew sunghoon just wanted the best for you and to ensure you completely had enough knowledge for him to go over the next topic.

“y/n, your dad and I is going to go buy groceries.” she flashed a smile at you as she gently pat your shoulder.

“sunghoon, keep your eyes on her okay? make sure she behaves.” your mom joked, slyly winking at you, briefly without sunghoon knowing.

“mom.” you sighed.

“mhm absolutely.” the boy widely grinned, his eyes drifting to meet your yours. you momentarily shift your gaze to somewhere else, suddenly feeling vulnerable and small under his gaze.

it was a long silence after that until you spoke, “uh..do you want to drink something?” you swore you saw his eyes shifts to your lips. it made you feel conscious of how you looked like, you immediately lick your lips to moisten it.

“water would be fine.” he flatly answered.

you instantly got up from your seat, avoiding to be any nearer around him because you just felt light headed just by being around him. you hardly get to breathe normally. he just looked that good. effortlessly good.

“sunghoon?” you spoke, when you feel his presence behind you.

“yeah?” you can feel he said that with a sly smile on his lips.

and oh lord—if only you knew your waist would be gripped gently by his huge hands while you were reaching for some kind of snack on top of the shelf, you cussed silently under your breath for not being aware the dangerous gap sunghoon had with you when you strutted to the kitchen.

you let out a soft gasp when he placed his chin on your head, his front pressing against your clothed ass. you gulped when you feel it poking, him trying to get it between the crack of your ass causing your arousal to risen.

“h-hoon..”

“hoon? that’s adorable. you’ve gotten me a nickname now?” he murmured, his voice sounding gruff as he buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent which affected him so deeply in various ways. his behaviour is kind of psychotic but weirdly attractive, it caused you rub your thighs together from it.

you inhaled a sharp breath when he began to shower your neck with kisses, creating small smooching sounds as he softly graze his soft lips on your neck.

“m-my parents..they would catch us–”

“m’no, they wouldn’t.” he whispered lowly, his lips brushing softly against your earlobe, turning you around to face him. “your parents just got out of the house for like 5 minutes ago.” he chuckled at how flustered you got, noticing the way your body tensed under his touch. his eyes fell on your breasts hidden under the baggy sweatshirt, watching how your nipples got perky due to his teasings.

he smirked. you’re being such a good girl for him by not wearing a bra today. how nice was that for him?

he took note of how silent you were becoming, growing shy under his gaze. it erupted a small laugh out of him. “you okay?” in which you slowly nodded as a response.

he placed both of his large hands on your waist, turning you around so you can face him. you inhaled a deep shaky breath when you saw the way he bat his eyelashes. they flickered to every features on your face.

“come on. I saw your poor attempts of resisting me so many times.” he grinned devilishly before using him thumb to caress your bottom lip, leading you to unconsciously parted your lips. you knew you should jab back at him with a harsh comment but it seemed like your mind was fogged with the way sunghoon was treating you right now.

“it’s adorable.” it didn’t go unnoticed that sometimes during your sessions with sunghoon, your gaze would fixed on his lips instead of focusing what he was saying or that the way your eyes was fixed on his pretty, slender hands which was rested on the table.

he inhaled and exhaled,

he leans in and slowly pecks your forehead, grazing his lips to plant a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and then he parted away a bit, his eyes meeting your eyes to grant your permission before his lips crashed into yours.

his body completely pressed against yours as his hand roam on your waist. he skill fully slide his tongue past your lips, letting it danced with yours causing you to let out small noises of pleasure. the pretty sounds you made was enough to make the aching tent in his pants harden.

“s’pretty–mmph,”

he pulled away from the kiss, inspecting how he made a mess out of you. your hair slightly disheveled, your lips were bruised and red from being bitten and kissed, and your eyes peering up at him innocently, luring him in to take you in right then and there.

“such a pretty girl.” he murmured before lifting you up on the countertop with ease. you watched his muscles flexed when he carried you even if it happened for a millisecond. you can literally feel him undressing you with his eyes while his hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer to him while the other placed on the back of your head.

you pressed yourself harder against his groin, causing both of you to let out a soft moan from the friction. sunghoon just cant seem to pull away from you. he was addicted to the taste of your lips agaisnt his. he wanted more. both of you wanted more.

you keep grinding against his clothed bulge, the wetness soaking your panties wetting his pants as well. he grunted at how he eager you were being. his cock aching to feel you wrapped around him like a good slut you are.

“you’re driving m’crazy.” he murmured against your lips, freeing his huge cock from the straining of his jeans. he then lifted the sweatshirt you’re wearing skilfully over your head, with you lifting your hands up to ease the process. sunghoon immediately went for your tits, squishing them as he moaned at the sight of it. so soft. so squishy. you can feel arousal pooling in your heat when he fondle with your nipple, gently playing with it. it caused you to squirm in his grasp.

he took of his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours, watching the way your eyes raked over his well toned body, “m’want you..so bad mmph.” you let out a small whimper when you feel his bulge glide against your clit ever so gently yet so toe curling.

he abused your clothed clit by doing deep stroke on it with his clothed bulge. his precum staining his jeans, throbbing painfully to be released. you can’t help but drooled over how big he was. if this was how it felt when he dry humped you, then..would the size be twice bigger if he took his cock out?

you continuously let out loud whines and moans upon him teasing you, edging you. your clit was throbbing from his teasings. “h-hoon..” you sniffled.

“yes baby?” one of his hand squish your tits, fondling with your perky nipple as his lustful gaze never left yours.

“m’want you..” you gripped onto his shoulder.

he chuckled at how you adorable you were pleading for him. and who was he to deny your plead? he swiftly unbuckled his pants with one hand, letting if fall on the floor with a clinking sound. a grin made its way onto his face, the feeling sense of proud engulf him once he saw how you were not able to take your eyes off his fat cock.

“how is that..going to..” you murmured with fear mixed with excitement, eyes fixed on his cock. apart of you were worried if it’s going to destroy your insides from how big it looked.

“don’t worry. g’nna stretch you out.” he mumbles softly against your slips before pulling you in for another intoxicating kiss. his hand instantly bunched your skirt up around your waist and tear your panties with ease. he clenched them with his fist, taking a long inhale of it before throwing it on the ground. he then run his fingers along your wet folds–growing wetter every-time he touches you.

“I haven’t put it in and you’re already this wet f’me?” he said in amusement as he playfully tap the tip of his fat cock on your throbbing clit multiple times, causing you to let out a whine. he then glide his tip on your nub and your folds, letting the slick and his pre-cum erotically mixed together. the sight was enough to make him groan, almost making him cum right then and there.

“f-fuck..”

“h-hoon please..” you moaned.

his eyes flickered to your features, a hint of concern painted on his face. “are you sure y’want this, baby?”

you eagerly nodded, gripping onto his forearm and he waste no time before pushing all of him into your dripping wet cunt. the tightness of your pussy, hugging all of his length made his breath shudders. the ecstasy of finally having you, succumbing to him.

“s-shit..why are you so fucking tight?” he grunted as he slowly pushed all of him inside your tiny hole, forcing all of him to fit in inside your squishy walls.

your eyes rolled back due to the feeling of him, throbbing, huge inside you. sunghoon grunted with every thrust, every slams he made against your cervix. “y-you’re sucking me in ngh.”

you were completely laid out on the counter, his huge hands secured to your thighs pressed to your chest as he kept thrusting in and out of you. he let out a deep groan when he feel himself getting clenched by your tight walls. you moaned when he began drilled your insides relentlessly. sunghoon was more than thrilled to see the girl he likes sprawled before him like this. titties bouncing, your lips bruised from his kisses, hazy eyes, disheveled hair. it felt like a dream.

he leaned down to capture your soft lips into another passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours, swirling in arousal, as if his lips were moulded with yours. he grunted when you lightly bite on his lip causing him to piston his hips rapidly.

“ngh h-hoon! i-I’m..” your stomach suddenly form a tight knot from the continuous torture against your cervix. it’s insane how his cock was able to fit into you let alone stroking your insides.

“yes, baby?” he sly smirked as he changed the position, lifting one of your leg to hang on his shoulder, giving a better angle to slam his hips into. you let out a choked moan when his fat tip hit the spot.

he took note of that and continuously torture the spot, grunting as he almost approach his release. “g-god..” hearing your soft moans and whimpers turned him on ever, he felt like he can cum just from that alone. sounds of his balls slapping against your wet cunt, squelching with each movements he made. he rolled his hips harder into you, rutting himself in, wanting more of you.

“ngh mmph you feel too good..” he groaned as he fondle one of your tits, capturing your lips sloppily this time as he rapidly pick up his thrust feeling himself about to cum. he was excited about filling you up with his cum. “y’feel so good..around me. you’re practically drooling over my cock.” he said as he smothered your tits with kisses and gently bite them, the gesture was the opposite of what he did to your cunt.

“ngh-ah..hoon!” you cried out, getting even turned on because of his words. you were blissfully fucked out because of how big he felt. at this moment, you couldn’t believe one of your sexual fantasies actually came true. “m’gonna cum!” he smirked seeing your contorted expressions. he wished he could grab his phone and take a picture of it so can jerk off to it whenever he wanted to.

his middle finger reached out to circle your clitoris, spitting some of his spit onto them as he rub them gently and fasten his finger movements, rhythmically with the speed of his thrust. “I wanna cum inside you, princess.” he moaned. you nodded eagerly, practically grinding against him as he fasten his hips movements, his fat cock stroking your walls at a pace which got you to see stars. “can I cum inside you?” his voice shaky from the pleasure building inside him. “can I?”

you nodded enthusiastically, moaning uncontrollably. white substances mixed with his pre-cum forming a rim at the base of his cock as he thrusted in out of you, non-stop. soft moans and groans frequently coming out from the both of you. he changed the position and wrapped both of your legs around his waist, drilling into you causing you to cried out in pleasure. he was so deep. deep inside you.

“p-princess, I’m cumming–“

“h-hoon–”

and as you came from the hottest sex you ever had (because it’s your first one), sunghoon keeps rolling his hips into you, milking his cock, not wanting his cum left to waist. you looked down to see where spurts of his cum keep trying leak from your pussy. you whimpered from the sticky feeling but it low-key turns you on. his cum keep spurting, he brushed some of them on your cunt and also pushes load of them into your pussy, loving the sight of it trying to leak despite how much he tries to push it in with his long fingers.

you moaned due to overstimulation when he gently grazed your clitoris with his index finger. he smiles at how fucked out you look. especially when it’s because of him. “It seemed like you enjoyed it too much.” he leaned in to capture your lips in a soft kiss, gentle kiss unlike the kiss you had during sex which was passionate and sloppy. it felt different. it’s..a good different.

it was as if sunghoon actually felt something for you. did he?

both of you pulled away from the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes. both of his hands still wrapped around your waist to keep you steady because he knew you’re gonna get sore from earlier. “y/n..”

you replied with a hum, not knowing where this is going. “I know what I did earlier isn’t proper. I apologise for throwing myself on you like that instead of taking you out for a proper date.” he said lowly, his hand reaching to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. he just loved how your each of features are visible whenever you hair were tied nor tucked behind your ear. but even if you didn’t do either of those, you still looked gorgeous to him.

your eyes lit up due to his confession. “a..a date?” he nodded. “stay here I’m gonna clean you up properly real quick before your parents catch us naked at their kitchen.” he immediately sprinted to get a clean cloth from his bag. you tilted your head in confusion.

“have you always been prepared for this?” you chuckled at his “over prepared” gesture. it’s cute.

“for you? always.” he replied as he wet the cloth at the sink and wipe your thighs and legs, anywhere that’s glistening with his cum.

this took a while for me to finish. lots of programs, procrastination, and studying. :”)

[generic-internet-name]

If feel like typing that desire rant I would absolutely read it

ok so. i typed it out a while ago but i don't know where it went so you're just getting some slightly nonsensical scattered thoughts. +stuff that's not really related to desire but other complaints i have(the first few are very rambly don't worry the last few are smaller)(sorry that was a lie they are all very rambly)

i understand why they might make desire use they/them pronouns and more neutral terms(if i'm feeling very generous i think maybe they thought it was bad representation. if i've thought about it too much and i'm mad then i figure it's probably to make it more palatable) but i'm still pissed cause he was literally the only representation i have ever seen of people who use the same pronouns as i. literally in all my time with queer media i've seen representation of so many different identities but never someone using he/she before desire. her gender fuckery was incredible. he was not gay as in happy, but queer as in fuck you. this is something i love about all the queer representation in the sandman comics. there aren't just lesbians, but dykes. there aren't just transgender people, but transsexuals. it was revolutionary for the time it was published(i have more to say on that, see point 3) and it's a distinct "fuck you" to respectability politics.

desire is the antagonist. again, i get why they would've done this, it's hard to have a show without an overarching plot and some major villain. maybe, just maybe have you considered, this story is in comic form because it works best in comic form?(see point 5)that maybe there doesn't need to be an adaptation into a different form of media? that it's alright as it is?(this isn't me complaining that it exists, don't get me wrong. i just think it worked way better as a comic.) in the comics they were in conflict, sure, but not any more than dream was against his other siblings. they're in conflict because they're siblings and that's just how siblings are(especially when they have godlike powers and are immortal)

2a. another benefit of it being a comic, people having funky speech bubbles. dream's voice is just normal and i'm so annoyed about that. reading the comics i imagined his voice with the same sorta quality as john's voice in malevolent, it's a little echoey and distinctly conveys he is not a person. show!dream is just normal. it was cool how all the endless had cool speech bubbles, it was cool how desire's was subtle and delirium was wobbly and colorful, it was cool how despair's was scratchy around the edges, it was cool that there was some contrast in how death's was normal. there's no way to show that same thing in the show.

3. cause i said i'd say this in point 1, time period. i feel like it doesn't work as well set in the modern day. the aesthetics are different. and the politics of it are so much different. it was so powerful to see a character doing a drag show when i knew it was published in 1989, when there were still sodomy laws in the us. it was cool to think about the symbolism of the corinthian, with teeth in his eyes, targeting gay men, killing them when they let him see them, in 1989, when the gay panic defence was still valid in every state. it's not like drag isn't villainized today, and the gay panic defence is still valid in most states, but it feels less impactful.

4. desire is not all sex!! i feel like he was made much more sexual in the show. i want to see desire being more about gender envy(i have so much gender envy for her) i want to see him being jealousy i want to see her being "ooh shiny rock" i want to see him being "that dress is so cool but sooo expensive..."(i feel like i'm overusing the word cool but whatever i'm from california)

5. back to what i mentioned in point 2, i just don't think it works as well in show form. there's too much silence. as a comic there are empty panels, there are slow panels, and they give the impression of space without me having to sit through thirty seconds of silence every time there's a dramatic moment. also there's no narration, which i mainly noticed during the episode he was hanging out with death, cause in the comics dream is narrating all the information about her, so she comes off as very cheerful and energetic, while we also get this information about her. in the show, though, she's monologuing about it, which makes her seem much more sorta contemplative and introspective than in the books.

conclusion: it's a good show objectively but it's not a good adaptation of the comics. i think if everyone who worked on the show got together and made an entirely different show that would be wonderful, but i just don't really like it as it is.

[dalekofchaos]

Okay, but this is the perfect fucking William Afton song???

I love this song It's so sick just like the ultimate villain song Afton should have had, with a voice that fits him so perfectly, and lyrics that truly encapsulate what kind of a horrendous monster he truly is It's so utterly whimsical yet tyrannical in tone, and it makes Afton sound like an unstoppable godlike hunter that never stops at anything to grab his prey, he never stops hunting, only ever being stalled and then coming back stronger Afton's voice and the effects getting heavier representing how he loses more and more of his humanity, both metaphorically as he kills more but also literally as he becomes Springtrap or, I suppose to a lesser extent, when he uses the Spring Bonnie springlock suit, an animatronic suit, to lure kids away

Afton’s constant references to the “deserving” make him come off as even more villainous. He’s not doing this out of anger, fear, or even greed. He simply believes that he deserves to live forever, and considers his victim’s lives as a trivial cost. He’s a complete narcissist, nearly completely incapable of caring about anyone other then himself. I say nearly since I do believe he loves his family, but he’s so self assured, so self righteous that he has to be able to ‘put them back together’ regardless of whether or not that’s what they want. And as he loses more of his family to his own creations, he creates more living robots with remnant to “replace” them. His obsession with immortality going to the point of making a computer virus to infect people with his ideals.

What really sells that though is "All for the small price of a child!" He gives no value to life except for his own, and think children are deserving of even less than life. He knows the ones he killed were tormented and are restless, but he just doesn't care until their anger threatens his life. He must be scared into giving a shit and even then he's only scared for as long as it takes for him to get to safety (running to the springlock suit in fear, then laughing at and mocking the ghosts of his victims before he gets springlocked). And Afton's story is so interesting in general because him getting springlocked seems so poetic, he must now live forever in pain of his own creation while the others go free. Except he's gotten exactly what he wanted, eternal life, and you bet that motherfucker is milking every second of it.

[fhfhwithwealth]

THE PARADISE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY ARE IN FROM NOT BEING TURNED INTO FREEZING COLD CHIHUAHUAS FROM THE SOUND OF ME AS A MOVIE DIRECTOR SAVING MY GODLIKE SINGING VOICE TO INSTEAD BE USED TO YELL AT THEM IN HOLLYWOOD,YEAH SINGING IS NOT A BIG DEAL AT ALL NOR IS IT GREATER THAN FILM PLEASE,STOP FLATTERING YOURSELF WITH THAT ANNOYING TALENT CAUSING YOU TO PRETTY MUCH GET CAUGHT DAMN NEAR LISTENING TO CARS SCREECHING WHILE STILL NEARLY RUINING YOUR LIFE AND NOT ENJOYING YOUR MONEY IN SO MANY WAYS ACTUALLY,YOU LITERALLY ARE MISEARABLE AND IT IS A FACT,SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE,I VERY MUCH KNOW HOW TO SING AND AM NOT IMPRESSED BY SO MANY SINGERS NO MATTER HOW GREAT THEY SING,I PRACTICE SINGING WHEN I DRINK BLACK COFFEE A FEW TIMES A MONTH AS A JOKE.

[maxwell-grant]

Bingo: Eisidisi

Part 2 is my least favorite overall but oh man the Pillar Men are so great, all of them, what terrific fucking villains that deserved so much better, I just love everything about them and Esidisi's always been one of my underrated favorites, too. At the time I was first watching it, I think it was the crying scene that pushed my appreciation of Jojo from "this is really entertaining and funny and I'm glad to be watching this wacky anime" to "oh, oh there's something to all this nonsense, this is giving me stuff to digest I have never seen before, I could get obsessed with this".

I mean, besides JoJo, have you ever seen a scene like that one? Where our hero's fighting a cunning immortal monster who treats him like a bug to be squashed, and then when the hero succeeds at cutting off the monster's arm (not even harming him too harshly), the monster flips his shit and reacts by bawling his goddamn eyes out for a full minute in the grossest, least dignified tantrum ever put on screen ever, freaking the hero out because how the fuck is the hero supposed to respond to this, and just as the hero moves in, he gets up all threatening, gets all serious and tense, the hero holds his breath...and then the monster goes "Phew, man I'm feeling good now, nothing like a good cry to calm down me old nerves" while a soft flute plays and the hero, who reads people to the point of borderline superpower, is completely baffled. 

Even putting aside all the weird specifics, how common is a scene where a villain, not even a sympathetic one to that point, completely turns over the tide of battle, not even intentionally (he’s not doing this to psyche Joseph), just by being in tune with his emotions in a genuinely healthy way? Because he’s completely right, in fact he’s giving out pretty damn great advice here, there’s no sinister or manipulative caveats here at all, Esidisi did the best thing he could have possibly done and he knows it, he doesn’t even make a big deal out of it. He knows he’s got a temper, he knows he’s a literal hot head, he knows his opponents can use that against him, so that’s just what he had to do to calm down, and the joke’s not on him for ugly crying, it’s on Joseph for being spooked out by it, because Esidisi proceeds to psychologically run circles around him for most of the battle afterwards, again, specifically because he didn’t fall for Joseph’s plan and took a measured (if not exactly calm) response to an aggravating situation. This, coming from an unfathomably old naked super vampire who, the last time we’d seen him, was deepthroating lit sticks of dynamite and sticking poison rings in people’s throats for funsies. 

I think it was this scene that made me realize JoJo was gonna be something special to stick with.

Even besides the crying scene, I find Esidisi to be just delightful. Visually, he’s incredible, the Pillar Men designs in general are. He’s the most naked of the already naked bunch at first and we see his bare ass before we even see his face, and when he does put on pants he’s dressed in nothing but pants and leather patches stuck to his skin through pins and stitches that are uncomfortable as hell to think about but clearly don’t bother him, a killer design choice for an immortal godlike character even without the poofy hair and headwear. His grody as hell fighting style of opening his fingernails, or carving holes into his body, and using his veins as tentacles to attack you, or fling and inject his blood into you to boil you from the inside out. 

The fact that he’s supposed to mirror Joseph as the strategist (as Wammu mirrors Caesar as a warrior, and Kars mirrors Lisa Lisa as leader) and that takes the form of him being an unorthodox trickster who succeeds in turning Joseph’s obnoxiousness against him, even turning his own catchphrase against him. His voice in the anime and games, EASILY one of my favorites, I just love it, so fitting. I like how laid-back he is for the most part, like he didn’t have to put that poison ring on Joseph’s throat the way Wammu did, but he saw Wammu do it and his reasoning was “oh he’s doing that thing, well you’re probably not gonna live enough to fight me but, hey, why not”. I love his dialogue in the games towards other characters and how he’s consistently respectful towards those who can give him a good fight. He praises the Hamon users for their unique skills, he doesn’t know what a Stand is but hey it sure sounds like another amusing human trick, he thinks Avdol’s rocking fire pretty well. He quotes Art of War because he was palling around with Sun Tzu personally. 

I love what little glimpses we get of his dynamic with the other Pillar Men and Kars especially, which starts with these two killing their entire race to save Kars from execution, saving two babies who’d been left, and taking off to explore the world together in pursuit of Kars’ dream while also raising children together. And it ends with Esidisi, reduced to nothing but a severed brain puppeteering a human, knowing he’s got no chance at even fighting anymore, forsaking his sole chance at survival so he could send Kars and Wammu what they needed to fulfill said dream, and Kars being absolutely furious at Joseph over Esidisi’s demise even when he pretends not to be (and Joseph calling this out to his face), and still wanting to avenge him and Wammu after becoming the Ultimate Being.

I love how, sporting almost, they are in the games where they get to interact more, about  the history they have together, of living for millenia and slaughtering countless in their quest for Kars’ dream (and we never really get much of how Esidisi even feels about it, he never seems like he cares that much about conquering the sun, but fuck it, Kars wants the Stone, he’s gonna get that damn Stone). They are a grand old married couple with a big beefy son they’re both very proud of (and a cringe failson they forgot in Mexico), and who occasionally have to do some pest control every now and then. I honestly really wish that the Pillar Men did get their own spin-off to dwell a little more into their backstory and family dynamics (I mean, okay, Kars got Jorge Joestar, but that’s just Kars). Wamuu gets the lion’s share of fandom love and rightfully so but, I think individually and as a unit they’re all great too.

You all go nuts for your pasty edgelord husbands with awful personalities, even within Jojo, you all like your Tumblo Sex Men a certain way I get it, but here you have this big, beefy, kinky latin-american vampire demigod with brains, wit, humor, prodigious muscles and glutes he’s not shy about flaunting, tentacles and temperature play if you’re into that, who’s unshakeable devoted to his husband and his husband’s dreams, who indulges and shares in his son’s interests even when he thinks they’re a waste of time, who’s very intune with his emotions and not afraid to cry or look foolish but will in fact actively encourage you to get a good cry out of your system every now and then, and who died by putting his life on the line for his partner and, what, he’s on the lower end of the popularity scale for the fandom? How the hell does that happen?

Shame on you.