#will be keeping up w it unfortunately it is interesting and fun for me

[aviangrian]

got a new phone case and mine and my brother’s march madness brackets are in shambles. life is good

[pensamentos-de-droides]

ngl im waiting for at least a few more aphra issues until i really criticize the run but i do kinda agree w/ this (lots of thoughts in the tags . positive and negative ones but all aphra related)

[cort4se]

A GAME?

synopsis: a playful little game of truth or dare turns out to be a bit more than just a game. fem!reader x ellie wc: 3k cw: nsfw 18+ mdni a/n: cross posted on ao3 with the same user, don’t copy, translate, redistribute or feed my works into AI.

“Yeah, let’s play.”

Ellie snorts, “What kind of game?”

“Hmm,” you press a finger to your chin, pretending to think. Your gaze drifts upwards to her ceiling, noting the various planet models that hang from it. Illuminated solely by the light emanating from the small stars stuck haphazardly on her ceiling.

Looking across her room, you note the many posters with Savage Starlight written in bold. Photos of the two of you, and some of her friends, are scattered on her bulletin board held up by different coloured tacks. Underneath her array of photos are textbooks on astronomy, physics and planetary science that litter her desk space.

A slow lulling of smoke fills the space between you. Your gaze returns to her, and you finally respond to her question with a small hint of excitement in your voice, “A game to get to know each other better.”

“Okay,” she leans over to take the joint from you. A bit skeptical, she asks, “How do you play?”

“How about.. Truth or dare, but the dare is removing a piece of clothing each time you don’t want to tell the truth. Whoever’s left in nothing but underwear loses and has to do whatever the winner wants.”

Upon seeing Ellie’s horrified expression, you add, “Within limitations, of course.”

“W-what?” She coughs out, her hand is over her chest as she tries her best to beat some air back into her lungs. She’s flushing red, fighting to find her voice through lost uhms and choked words.

You lean forward, taking the joint from her. Your smile falls a bit. “We don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”

A shiver runs down her spine when your words ghost her ear. Her eyes widen, and her heart moves wildly in her chest. She quickly shakes her head, like branches caught in the wind, shaking away any nerves.

Trying to play it cool, she leans back, “N-no it’s cool. If it’s what you wanna play,” she shrugs, “It sounds like fun.” She gives you a sheepish smile.

You smile at her. This couldn't be further from her idea of fun. You know she’d rather play video games or go to a comic fair, but a grin climbs onto your face, grateful she’s willing to indulge you and your weird games.

“Alright, I’ll go first.”

You take one last hit from the joint before you press it against a small metal tray, ending its light. Shifting across her messy sheets, you sit crisscross applesauce from her with arms folded over your chest.

Your eyes close as you take a moment to think. Once you’ve got your question, you open them again. “What keeps you up at night?”

“Hmmm,” her lips purse together.

She scoffs. “That time I fucking slipped on ice as I was on my way to class.” She buries her face in her hands, “There were so many people around and I actually fell in slow motion!”

You try your hardest not to laugh, “Oh, Ellie.." You tuck your lips, trying your best to stop your lips from curling upwards.

But after saying her name out loud, your composure falls, and your shoulders shake as a heartwarming laugh tumbles past your lips. The thought of Ellie falling over with her comically large backpack sends you into a fit of laughter.

“I’m so sorry, but that’s—“ you weakly wipe away a tear, “oh I wish I was there— I would’ve paid good money to see that.”

“Oh fuck you.” She rolls her eyes, “It wasn’t that funny.”

She looks away to stop herself from smiling. Unfortunately, you happened to have a contagious laugh.

She impatiently waits for your laughter to die down before pursing her lips. Taking a pause, then shrugging her shoulders, “I dunno what’s your favourite subject?”

You blink at her.

“Are we serious? At least ask me something more interesting.”

“Well, I don’t know what you want me to ask,” she rebuts.

“Ellie, you've got a chance to figure anything you want about me. Anything at all.”

There’s a star that spins around her iris and twinkles when you say that, settling into small sparkles. Anything?

“Okay.. “ she begins, fiddling with the hem of her sweater, the space between her eyebrows creasing as she mulls over her question.

“Ellieee,” you nudge her shoulder, and her eyes find your face again.

“Don’t overthink it. I’ll answer truthfully.” You give her a genuine smile, and her heart skips.

She swallows thickly, hoping you can’t hear the loud noise coming from her heart hammering against her rib cage. She clears her throat, “When you’re attracted to s-someone, what body part do you notice first?”

Your brows raise at her question, but you frown as you find yourself thinking it over… You’ve… never thought of that before.

You think over each body part and compare them to each other. The conveniences and inconveniences of each. Lost in thought, your busy mind doesn't allow you to feel her intense gaze, the way her eyes are fixed on the slight changes in your facial expressions. Mentally mapping the curves of your face. Studying it like it’s something foreign. Incomprehensible.

Ellie bites her lip. This was a bad idea. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep her crush hidden from you, especially not when you look like that.

She blinks in anticipation of your answer.

Your eyebrows knit together while your mouth moves to the side as you finalize your answer. You nod, “Arms.”

“Arms?”

You shrug, “Preferably muscular arms, I like the firmness of them. They’re comfortable to hold on to. And oh my gosh,” your hands come up to demonstrate, “they’re so soft. It’s insane.”

“Huh,” she puts her hands in her lap.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs, “just wasn’t expecting that.”

You raise an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips, “What were you expecting to hear?”

“I dunno, I half expected you to say something generic, then follow up with a poetic explanation.”

You laugh, “What kind of person do you take me for?”

She shrugs, “It’s not too far from something you’d do.”

“Okay. Whatever,” you playfully roll your eyes.

Leaning back, you fold your arms over your chest, studying her body language.

She shifts uncomfortably beneath your gaze. Her sweater is too close to her skin. She can feel each weave of the fibre and she’s itching to rip it off. Her palms are too warm, her throat feels dry. The effects of the hybrid must’ve really been kicking in. She’s never felt so hungry before.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve gotten off to?”

A fire. A fire just went off and exploded her entire nervous system. Mhm.

That could be the only explanation as to why she’s gotten so red, so quickly. “W-What did you just say?”

You tilt your head, a little nervous this time, “I asked… what was the most embarrassing thing you’ve gotten off to?”

She scoffs, “You can’t ask me that.”

You raise a brow, “Why not?”

She’s flustered, “B-Because—”

“Oh?” You cross your arms over your chest, leaning closer. “Ellie, what have you been watching?”

She scoffs, lightly pushing you away with her leg, “I don’t watch porn.”

“Whoa now I’m dying to know, if it wasn’t porn what was it?”

Your body heat must be transferring to her somehow, because she feels impossibly warm. So warm that the thought of taking off her sweater doesn't seem all that crazy. Would it be crazy to say she believed taking a bath in lava would be cooler than staying in her own skin right now?

You’re practically climbing on top of her at this point.

“No, pleasee tell me,” you fake pout, “you can leave your sweater on,” you smile. You run your hands down the sleeves of her sweater, feeling the soft fabric beneath your fingertips. “Wow, this looks really good on you. Did you recently buy it?”

Ellie tries to avert her gaze, she did, in fact, just buy it, but you’re so close to her, her eyes are darting all over the place. “Thanks, uh yeah, I just got it.”

You tilt your face to move in front of hers. “Hey, why are you looking away?” You frown, “You don’t wanna play anymore?”

Fuck. She can’t do this, not with you and not now; she can’t think of how to respond, so she closes her eyes and moves her face away from yours again. Face still unbelievably red, the tips of her ears burning with warmth.

You brush a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear, your touch searing her ear. “Ellie..” you begin, “you're so red.. are you okay?” Your hand comes up to cup the side of her jaw, feeling for signs of a fever.

Her eyes shyly open at the touch, and she has to bite her lip to stifle a whimper that threatens to leave her throat. Your eyes are red and glossed over, thick lashes paired with your heavy-lidded eyes, she can hardly look away from them. Her eyes drift towards your lips.

God. She can’t think straight at all. You looking at her like that sends her into overdrive.

She brings her hands to rest on your hips, which are practically straddling her at this point. Hands shaky, her voice cracks, “I-uh,” she exhales, “I feel a little out of it.”

Your brows knit together, “How come?”

She shrugs, “Uh— must be the new blend.”

Has to be the weed. Yeah definitely.

Because why else would she imagine bringing her hand up to your face, your warm skin in her palm and bringing her lips to yours. Imagining the softness of them. And God, they’re so soft it's unreal, she imagines catching your gasp, and it's almost tangible, she can taste the burn on your lips, the unexpectedness, it's so vivid. It almost feels real.

But it is real.

She stills when she realizes she is not dreaming, and she did, in fact, just kiss you. Hand still on your cheek, she hastily pulls away.

Burning with embarrassment she fumbles over her words “Oh my God— shit I-I’m so sor—” you kiss her back, shutting her up. You can taste the earthy blend of the weed on her lips. And when you bite her lower lip— God, it makes your mind spin. She whimpers. You moan at the sound, sliding your tongue in her mouth.

Your hands find the sides of her face, and the heat of her face burns in your palms. Her lips feel so nice on your lips, almost like they were divinely crafted just to kiss your own.

Her lips chase yours, and she looks almost disappointed when you pull away to look at her. A soft sound escapes your lips when you do. Her eyes are red with pupils consuming the entirety of her iris. Her lips are swollen with kiss-bitten marks, and the subtle shyness in her expression makes your heart swell.

Her hands trail upwards from your hips to the softness of your waist, pulling you against her lips. She licks across your lower lip, kissing you with an intensity that wasn’t there before. She presses your back into the bed. Kissing the corner of your mouth, moving to your cheek, then trailing all the way down to your neck.

She's gentle, but when her teeth graze against your neck, you can’t help but shiver underneath her. “Ellie—”

Her hands trail underneath your shirt, cutting you off. “Can I take this off?”

You quickly get up, taking off your shirt. Her hands trace over the bare skin of your abdomen, trailing up to the fabric of your bra. She kisses your cleavage, “This too.”

You unclasp your bra, and you swear you see fireworks go off in her eyes when your bra falls off your chest. She nibbles on her lip, her hands moving to knead your nipples with her fingers. She slowly rolls them between her index and thumb, watching as they perk up from the motion. She has a hungry look on her face before she tilts her head and takes one of them in her mouth.

You whimper from the sensation, the warmth from her tongue melting your thoughts. With a shaky breath, your hands come up to rest in her hair. Her tongue swirls around your nipple, giving it a slight tug with a sucking motion, her free hand kneading your other breast with her palm.

There’s an unbearable warmth pooling between your legs. Aching to feel more of her, your hips roll against hers. You can feel her smile against your chest. She takes your nipple between her teeth, lightly grazing it.

You gasp, throwing your head back, “S-shit Ellie”

You gently tug at her strands, pulling her up from your chest, a line of saliva connecting her mouth and your chest. You pull her into another kiss, her hand now resting softly on your chest. The kiss is clumsy and a little messy, her teeth sometimes meeting yours.

Your hands trail up to her shoulders and cross behind her neck. You tug on her lower lip, bringing it in to your mouth, lightly sucking on it. She groans in your mouth, “You taste so good.”

You push her onto her back, you on top of her, straddling her hips. You smile, “Thank you.” She whines when you pull away from the kiss, her lips missing yours already. You tug at her sweater, “Take this off.”

She barely catches that, her gaze solely focused on your kiss-bitten breast and soft, swollen lips. But the realization quickly hits her, and when it does, she practically jumps out of it along with her sports bra.

Your lips are on her neck, kissing down to her collarbone, biting and nibbling on your way down. Your bites are not gentle, and her skin turns red almost immediately. Her brows draw together as she bites her lower lip, stifling her moans.

You kiss down her sternum, down the tone of her stomach to the waistband of her shorts, you look up at her from between her legs. Hazy red eyes silently asking for permission. She lifts her hips in response, pulling them off halfway. You help her take them off fully.

You rub her clit through her underwear and she jolts when you do. You kiss her inner thigh, “Relax.”

You kiss and bite at her soft skin before moving her underwear to the side, “Shit you’re so wet”

“God you don’t have to tell me that.”

You smirk, “Embarrassed?”

She groans, “Shut upp.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you chuckle.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them off her legs. Your hands snake around her thighs, finger pads digging into her toned legs, keeping her open. “Lemme know if it’s too much, okay?”

She nods. And you lick a strip up her folds, and she’s so warm. Everything about her is. The heat from her thighs around your head, her lips, her freckles, the colour of her hair. You swirl your tongue on her clit and she squirms beneath you.

“Is this okay?”

“Fuck, you’re so good.”

A teasing grin splits your lips. Your tongue slides past her folds, delving deep inside her and your nose brushes against her clit. Her back arching off the bed.

“Oh fuckk,” she grips your hair. Pushing you down into her even more. Truth be told, you couldn’t really breathe, and the worry of passing out did cross your mind. But if you did, at least it was while doing something you loved.

Slipping out of her you drag your tongue slowly upwards her slit swirling around her clit. Ellie hisses above you, “Shittt.” She grips your strands tighter, panting your name. She rolls her hips into your mouth, skin slick with sweat, hair sticking onto her forehead in odd places.

Her thighs tremble around your head, every stroke from your tongue drawing wet and obscene sounds from her. Your nose brushes up on her clit as you move deeper into her. You draw circles into her clit and her eyes screw shut. “Shit shit I-I’m— so close—” she gasps in between, cutting herself off with a strained whimper.

You flatten your tongue, drawing a slow line up her slit, committing her taste to memory “Yea? Gonna cum on my face?”

You’re making a mess between her thighs, and she can feel you smiling into her. She tenses hard around you. “Shit”, she exhales, ” I— can’t, fuck fuck fuck,” she’s whining and her whole body freezes up as she silently trembles. Her back curls against her sheets as waves of pleasure rack through her body. Her thighs firmly clamp around your head, tensed and shaking. Every bit of her is fried and overactive.

Your hands dip into her thighs, prying her open. Your lips and chin are slick with her. Your brows draw together in concentration as you completely dial in to licking her through her high, tasting every bit of her.

She has to push your head away from her, panting and overstimulated, “Please, please, I c-can’t.”

You give her clit a final suck before you pull away from her, her skin is soaked in sweat, her thighs twitching. Tears prick her eyes, and she’s heaving.

“Shit, You okay?”

Ellie’s red and burning, trying to catch her breath. She nods, “I-i think so..” Your face is a mess, your nose, chin, and cheeks are covered in her slickness. She hooks a finger beneath your chin, bringing your face towards hers. She kisses you, tasting herself on your lips.

“God, where did you learn that?” she smiles, all red and embarrassed.

You give her a playful shrug, “Beginner’s luck.”

Her brows raise, and her mouth falls open. “You’ve never done this before?”

You shake your head. You move closer to her, “Also I technically win since my pants are still on,” you give her a shit eating grin.

She gives you a confused look, raising her brow.

“The game we were playing earlier?”

She gives you an accusing look. “I knew something was up..” She narrows her eyes at you, “What do you want?”

You give her a shy look, “Round two?”

do we like small text or regular text (this one)?? idm but I'm curious

[mushroomates]

gandalf headcanons

hides spare pipe weed under his hat . pippin saw him do it one time. no one believes pippin.

even when he’s like- let me access my emergency stash- and pulls out a doobie from his hat. everyone’s like “woah such wizardry”

it drives pippin bonkers.

will cheat at cards, chess, checkers- has been known to enchant dice to make them weighted. again, denies

just a reminder that he canonically sleeps with eyes open. i’d also like to add that he can sleep standing up. he also does do both during long meetings sometimes.

the sleeping w eyes open particularly messes with legolas. he can’t handle prolonged eyecontact on a good day and now this wizard is staring into his soul and is only maybe conscious

sleeps on his back, stiff as a board. occasionally sits up, pauses, has a brief moment of lucidity and then goes back to bed

also sometimes talks in his sleep. in various languages. sometimes legolas is certain these languages are made up, but they’re spoken with such vigor it seems hard to believe that

you can have full conversations with him. they’re not particularly intelligent or understandable conversations but still very interesting dialogues that he does not recall in the morning. a favored topic is the inflated price of everything.

this is particularly amazing because gandalf does not pay for most things.

often things are gifted. sometimes he finds them, and keeps them as his own. more often than not he mooches off of others, and at times, has been known to take things

not steal. if you stopped him he’d give it back. but no one really has.

he just kind of. picks up something. looks at you. and walks away with it

sometimes will leave small tokens in return,, like rocks with strange runes on them or a single feather

sometimes will return the item after days, months, or years (decades, centuries)

oh i meant to give it back but then the civilization collapsed so-

he tends to favor things shaped like other things- a tea pot that is a boot, a spoon that’s shaped like a flower (evil evil EVIL) salt and pepper shakers that are little houses

also has a fascination with garden gnomes. will often take them ‘home’ as well. where do they go? who knows but they’re his now

no one knows where they go or what he does with what he acquires. a running theory is he has a secret house that no one is allowed in that’s full of weird knick-knacks

in actuality, he gives most of these things away. the garden gnomes are for tom bombadill, the weird spoons are for thranduil because he gives them to legolas and legolas HATES spoons that aren’t *spoons*

arwen is charmed by crossstich, galadriel likes weird soaps and candles, (gandalf the cheese wizard doubles as gandalf the bed bath and beyond wizard.)

saruman does not like novelty salt shakers but gandalf is convinced he does and keeps giving them to him.

on that note gandalf thinks towers are gaudy and would never have one

is very tempted to set up shop in the shire. everyone is against this idea which is why he really wants to.

Disturber Of The Peace- literally loves to uproot unsuspecting hobbits for fun

most known being the baggins, but like, he’s not above standing outside the proudfoots home with a ~mysterious~ envelope until he’s batted away with a broom or very passive aggressively dismissed

he’s like a stray cat that they need to stop feeding with adventures

there’s a list written by the thain of the shire “appropriate times to set off fireworks” . “never” and “when given explicit permission” are the only two things written. unfortunately gandalf is selectively literate

he does not, ever, know what time it is. if he does he won’t tell you-at least in a way that’s understandable to normal people

what’s the time? “it’s today” okay and when is that? “now” thanks buddy.

what times sunset? “when the moon is rising.” when’s that? “at the end of the day”

yk island time? that’s wizard time. just. no sense of any sort of time passing at all. it could be an hour or five days and he will refer to it as a minute. or vise versa. you invite him for tea on tuesday and he shows up on sunday, in the dead of night, with a hand full of seashells and covered in ash. no explanations. he leaves just as suddenly as he came, with a hermit crab in your kettle and dishes in the sink. but yeah, technically, he was there for tea on tuesday.

or arrives four weeks later because you didn’t say what tuesday.

it’s anyone’s guess, including him, what he has in his pockets. four twigs, each exactly 17 centimeters long? sure. half ball of twine wrapped around a chunk of moss? why not. three tea bags, clearly used, tied together and soaking wet. a small glass bottle with strange dust labeled “numbers”. a single tooth. reading glasses, cracked, missing a lense with a shoelace tied around the bridge. he doesn’t even wear glasses.

don’t. ever. ask him for directions. he can give you them, just. in a way that’s so alien that they’re impossible to follow

he kinda just. goes off of vibes? like if it feels like the right distance he will do with it. it’s not miles away but that sounds right

in his heart it is.

is always right. no amount of reason can convince him otherwise

at best, you’re both wrong but still. he knew it all along

rarely knows the right lyrics to things. if he’s called out he’ll just say “well in this version..” because he’s been everywhere and is ancient so no one can really argue

picks fights with a shocking large number of birds.

randomly and for seemingly no reason, in a multitude of languages most long forgotten.

[anomaly-hivemind]

We’ll meet again || Double penetration in one hole and public w/ Bill cipher x fem reader

Word Count: 1993

Masterlist

Tag: Double penetration in one hole, vaginal sex, Exhibitionism, public, Overstimulation, dubcon

Note: The reader is slightly black-coded. Nickname is Dimples or honey lips

You got a full time job at this mystery shack in the middle of the forest. You had been working there for maybe a total of three months with little to no issues, until it became the start of the summer. Then came two young kids and all the oddities that seem to have started when they got there. Staying with their Grunkle which was also your boss, you got to know everyone well.

“Hey Y/N do you mind watching over the shack for me for a few hours, I’m taking Mable and Dipper out for a bit” Stan said while already basically out the door so you just nod. It was a long slow hour of nothingness, maybe an old lady or two but nothing interesting to make you pay attention to anything.

“So one save me from this boredom,” You groan and rub your forehead. You could only play with pens and paper clips for so long. You heard a ring and turned to face the door, but there wasn’t anyone around as far as you could tell.

“I’ve only seen you around recently how fun” A voice behind you makes you turn to it with wide eyes and you lean against the register. A guy who didn't really seem all there was standing behind the counter with you. ‘Where did this bum come from, how the fuck did he get behind you in th first place.’ You thought with a panic as you looked at the unnatural yellow glow in his eyes and felt like he was peering into your soul nonconsensually might you add.

“Sir you can’t be behind the counter” You try to keep a kind voice in hope to not upset the potential crackhead that had wandered into the mystery slack.

“BuUt I came to answer your pleas of boredom dimples. definitely not to find something of importance. ” He spoke dramatically before mumbling something under his breath.

“My what now.. Sir please just set back into being in front of the counter.” Instead of doing what you asked, he took a step closer and unfortunately for you that ass of yours was not moving any closer to the register than you already were.

He moved his arms on both sides of you and smiled an uncanny smile that made you shiver. Next thing you know you are moving onto the counter to escape his attempt to trap you. Like hell were you gonna get murdered by some random probably drunk stranger for drug money. You liked it here but not enough to get yourself killed and mutilated for it.

“That tremble of yours is pretty cute Honey lips, filling my head with all kinds of things.” you make a run to the door but before you could open it the yellow eyed guy stood in front of the door blocking the fastest exit out.

The room felt cold and shaped all of sudden and you felt like you were a deer in headlights. You couldn't move anything but move your head which is what tipped you off that this was no normal paralysis.

“What the hell did you do to me!” You yelled at him in a concerned voice. The guy uses your stuck body to lean against your shoulder.

“You have a pleasing meatsuit Dimples.” he whispered in your ear.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?!” your voice got shaky as you tried to keep the confidence you definitely didn’t have right now.

“Name’s Bill! But you can call me your new lord and master for all of eternity!” The guy’s body drops to the ground in front of you and out comes a bright yellow triangle with one eye and a top hat pops up in his place floating around. “Oh so i’m tripping balls right now, inhaling the wrong type of air that's what going on right now.”

“I am very real despite what that simple brain of yours thinks.” he rolls his eye at you as he flies around you in a close circle.

“You are nuts.” you shake your head, who would have thought that your mundane need to cure your boredom would lead to… well whatever this was right now.

“Well it's not my fault your corrupt mind brought my attention, so what was it you wanted Dimples.” you don't answer so he speaks again.

“Entertainment was it, well honey lips consider me willing to entertain…But in exchange you gotta entertain me.”

“How would i do that” you felt dumb even entertaining this Dorito thing.

“How ‘bout I reverse the functions of every hole on your face.” his eyes smiled or so that's what you think his face was doin at least.

“How about no.”

“No fun boo, mhm how about something we both can enjoy” He had his hand in front of his face where his chin would have had if he wasn’t, well if he wasn’t a triangle.

“Like what?”

“You'll just have to take the chance and Trust me.” There was a slight giggled that came from his lip face. his hand lit up in a blue fire and you realized you could move again.

“But why are you doing this?” you tried to ask but he only gives you a cryptic answer.

“Boredom is my worst enemy, so I'm here to save you,” he said loudly.

You were definitely going to regret this lapse in judgment you were about to have. You raised your hand and shook the demon's hand with great hesitation. ‘Was I fucking stupid, i gotta be brain dead to shake the hand of a demon who gave me vague information of his probably dangerous arrangement i agreed to already. Sign my life way I guess.’

He snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone, you let out a shrill as you covered the important bits the best you could.

“No amount of gold on earth can buy originality…but you're come close enough.” Move your arms away.

You felt very exposed, you were naked in your work space in front of this triangle being of unknown origins. You were in the middle of the room and anybody could come inside the place, hell Stan and the kids could come back at any time then next thing you know it you’re a register offender. You could only hope that what this chip shaped man demon thing had in planned for you wouldn’t last that long.

In a flash Bill grows a body and keeps his triangle head that has changed into a pyramid. He was also equally as naked as you are, Plus he looked Hot to add to it. You look him up and down but your eyes get stuck on a thing well two things actually. Two dark cocks that were long and thick at his base, erect and twitching. You were staring at them and you were drooling a bit. It was embarrassing.

“This form pique your interest?” He stroked himself slowly as if he was giving a show for you. You don’t catch yourself nodding to his question and before you know it he is up against you, dick touching you everytime he curves it in a stroke. He moved you closer to the counter, your bare ass touching the desk.

“Let's get started, Honey lips.” he rubbed the tips over your fold and let out a funny happy sounding noise.

“So wet already~ who would have thought you could be so needy and wanting.” he pushed one of his veiny cocks into you, all the way to in until kissed it on your cervix. You let out a loud squeal like moan as you arched your back. There was no way you were going to cum, not from him just sliding into you…right.

“Feel free to cum at any time, I'm super giving Dimples.” he started to move his hips, your pussy regards no shame as it makes wet squelches as he tickles your g-spot. Your hole sucking in him it's making you feel like a slut.

“Fuckin… Ah~” you feel your legs start to shake from his mean pace inside of you. Bill starts to push his other cockhead and you clench around them. You cum around them as soon as he pushes the other one all the way inside as well. Stretching you out like never before, it felt like you were touching stars.

You have no time to recover from his movement because he doesn't stop, letting out a groan and mumbling to himself about how snug your pussy felt around him. Your ears burn as he teases you for cumming so fast and mentioning how he was just getting started with you. He starts to push almost all the way out before ramming back into out then repeating. Your eyes start to water as you reach another climax right after the other.

“You are mighty easy to please Honey lips.” he groaned and pushed you over on the counter, you were now laying back on the cold desk in a daze as he held your legs up at his waist. Your walls flutter around the girth of the two dicks of his inside of you.

“I can’t take it!” you whine as you feel an orgasm number who knows you're not keeping track start to approach you.

“Limits only exist in the mind.” Bill rolled his hips at an odd angle that it was almost like his dicks were moving at different times. He gives a squeeze to your breast and you shiver.

He kept moving his hips in this devious way that was starting to make you spasm and moan. Bill moved his hand down your body and he started to play and tease your clit, the whole action makes you choke out a cry as you feel a pool of wet hit yours and his thighs. ‘Did I just?!’

“YOU DID?” He answers your thoughts with an overly happy tone that was embarrassing. He kept thrusting his hips into you and circling your clit and you impulse your legs shut. You didn't think you could cum anymore but this DEMON has proved that to not be true in the slightless.

“Can you try not to lose consciousness, it won't make me stop.” He spoke through breathy groans. Bill’s words make you clench around you again, you could see the specks of darkness forming in your vision but you try to shake them off.

He slammed his hips into you at a breathtaking pace, his was slower and harder and it literally took your breath out of your lungs with each thrust. You could feel him twitching in you, a dead give away that he was close to coming. His pace brought you back to another painful yet pleasuring orgasm, his hand went back to your clit to run a slow tight pattern on you.

His hips sputter and he comes in heavy thick ropes of cum, filling you up like a pie. Pools of his seed dripped out of you when he pulled out of you a bit too fast for comfort. You let out a quick whine.

“Your a fun time Dimples, really know how to keep up with me.” he changed back to his triangle form. You try to get up but the sudden movements make your ears ring and thighs send you any single they can. You look up at Dorito demon as he watches you struggle a bit.

“We’ll meet again, Honey lips.” his eye curls as his way of a smile, then he poofed out of nowhere.

Now you need to get some clothes before anyone sees you like this…And to wipe the cameras.

[princessmisery666]

Best Con Ever

Summary: It’s all fun and games until the truth is revealed.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff, drinking, silly stuff, Jared being an annoyingly good friend (seriously, he wouldn't shut up!). 

W/C: 2,381.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Alexander Calvert, Richard Richard Speight Jr.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Challenge/Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Prompt/Square Filled: Making fun of one another 

Notes: Jensen is a single pringle for this one! 

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes are mine.

Graphics: dividers - @talesmaniac89 / picture in title card - @lemondropsonice - they were kind enough to grant permission to use when I asked.

Master Lists: Dean Winchester / Main

The special fan event is going so well. The intro includes party games, such as Pin the Wings on the Angel and Bowling with the Devil. The pins have pictures of demons from each season taped to them. There’s also a drinking game with “apple juice” because Jensen and Jared keep insisting “Jack” - Alex - isn’t old enough to drink yet. You’re a little buzzed, but it helps ease your nerves. 

“Ah, you said Supernatural!” Alex exclaims, pointing at Jared, and the audience collectively yells, “DRINK!”

Shots of apple juice that smell suspiciously like whiskey this time get passed around until the four of you have one, and then, as one, you shoot them back.

“Woo,” Jensen yells, sucking his teeth as he turns his back to the audience and looks at you. “Don’t let me fall over.”

“Only if you do the same for me,” you laugh. 

“I got you.” He turns to the audience again but puts his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. 

Of course, the audience immediately awws and gasps. “Oh shhh, you lot,” Jensen playfully scolds, “I’m just holding her up.”

“Wouldn’t want her falling now, would we?” Jared says. “Unless it's for you. Ba-dum-tss.”

He gets nothing from the band. The drummer shakes his head.

“Oh, come on!” He complains. “That was good!”

This is your first event since joining the show at the end of season eleven, but it is not the first time a potential off-screen romance has been mentioned. You have seen videos of panels where fans have asked the question, and you and Jensen have each been approached by fans on the street. With Jensen’s arm wrapped firmly around you, you are sure you can get through it without making a fool of yourself.

Jensen has been a wonderful source of support from the beginning. You had been nervous about how the fans would react because you replaced the wonderful Megalyn Echikunwoke as Cassie Robinson, Dean’s love interest from way back in season one. The inconsistencies in appearance had been loosely explained, and it was somewhat plausible in the world of Supernatural, but that didn’t bother you so much. Being Dean’s love interest was what worried you the most. The fans are so protective, and rightfully so.

“They’re going to love you,” Jensen had said when you aired your concerns. “Just like I…we do.”

He was right. The reception to the reintroduction of Cassie couldn’t have gone better. The fans loved it and accepted you and Cassie Robinson with open arms. You’d read some comments, heard second-hand from producers, and when the fans started an online petition - for fun - to get you and Jensen to date in real life after seeing behind-the-scenes footage, Jared dubbed himself the President of the “Jensen and Y/N should be a couple IRL” club.

You and Jensen played along with it. It helped ratings, and it wasn’t a chore to have Mr Ackles’ undivided attention at parties and dinners to play up to the rumors. But that's all it is: rumors. The two of you are close, on and off set, but whereas Cassie and Dean are super hot, you and Jensen are lukewarm. Hugging Jensen - though it happens often - unfortunately doesn’t lead to sex like it would with Cassie and Dean.

Richard announces it's time for the fan questions and asks those selected to form an orderly queue behind the microphone. Though the questions have been pre-approved, you get a wave of anxiety as you don’t know what they will be, and you hope this portion of the event goes as well as the rest of the day. A fan asks how your first meeting with the cast went, and you look sheepishly at Jensen. 

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes but sighs in defeat. “Fine, you can tell it.”

“Better yet, reenact it!” Jared suggests. 

Your eyes light up with something akin to glee, and Jensen raises his brow and doesn’t need to ask the question in his eyes, ‘Really?’. You pout, bottom lip sticking out as far as it will go. “Please,” you draw out.

Reluctantly, making a show of it, and very slowly, Jensen gets to his feet, leaning closer to pretend to nip at your protruding lip. 

Jared shakes his arms out as he stands up, “I’ll play Y/N.” 

“The hell you will,” Jensen says, playfully pushing him out of the way. “Y/N will play herself.”

Jared comically falls over his chair to the ground as if Jensen’s push was twice the pressure it had actually been. 

You stand up in front of Jensen and wait for the laughing audience to quiet down. Jared stands straight and holds his microphone close to his mouth. “It was a bright winter morning, not a cloud in the sky,” he narrates in a poor impression of David Attenborough’s voice. “The beautiful and elusive beast, Jensen Ackles, notices a radiant creature across the lot. Slowly, he approaches…”

Jensen shakes his head at the crowd and rolls his whole head along with his eyes but obliges the narrator. He walks the few steps and shakes your hand with way too much enthusiasm. “Hi, I’m Batman. Dean. Ackles. I mean …” he groans, trying to dismiss his embarrassment, then blushes and says, “Hi.”

You laugh again, as does everyone else. Jensen grimaces just as he did on the day. “I’m going to walk into the sun now, sorry.” he strides around you to the end of the stage, and Jared steps up to take his place. 

Jared shakes your hand like a normal person. “Translation, that’s Jensen, for I think I just fell in love with you.” 

Jensen, with his back to the two of you, throws a thumbs-up over his head. “It went exactly like that!” Jensen confirms, nodding and shrugging as he makes his way back to his seat. “And now that we’ve all relived my embarrassment, let's move on.”

The microphone gets passed to the next person, and they ask, “Jared and Jensen are known for their pranks. Have they played any on you, Y/N?” 

“Oh yes!” you answer as Jensen takes his seat beside you and squeezes your knee. “I’m hanging like twenty feet in the air,” you begin.

“That’s like three Jared’s,” Richard adds, pointing to Jared on his left.

“Exactly,” you laugh, spreading your arms and legs out in a star to show the position you were in. “I’m full on Mission Impossible Tom Cruise-ing it, three Jared’s high off the ground, and the camera breaks.” 

The audience reacts with grimaces and chuckles. 

“They tell us it will be like ten minutes, and being the awesome trooper she is,” Jensen continues, flashing you a sweet smile. “She agrees to stay up there while they fix it.”

“Of course, it takes longer than ten minutes, so Jensen and I get bored!” Jared laughs, evilly rubbing his hands together.

“First of all, they decide to rub salt in the wound,” you shake your head, laughing at the memory. “They start doing lunges and star jumps, bragging about how comfortable and free they are.”

Jared and Jensen reenact their exercises, doing over-exaggerated lunges and squats, to laughter and catcalls.

“Stop it,” you say, around almost uncontrollable laughter. “You’ll split your pants.”

“Hey, watch it,” Jensen warns, pointing a finger, “my ass is not that big!” 

“Your ass is just fine,” you smirk, the audience agreeing with whoops and hollers.

“You're not so bad yourself,” Jensen counters, winking.

“Hey, hey,” Richard chides, shouting over the raucous audience. “This is a family show.”

“ANYWAY,” Jared says loudly. “Then we used her as target practice, trying to throw Skittles in her mouth.” 

“Let me tell you, at speed, those things are like bullets.” You explain, “I swear they chipped a tooth!”

“I’ll pay for any dental work,” Jensen confirms with a slight nod. “And to answer the question, Jared and I messed with the camera. We knew she’d get stuck up there.”

You shove his shoulder, and he teeters to one side before purposely overcorrecting himself so he’s lying across your lap. 

“We still need to get him back for that one,” Alex reminds you.

Jensen scoffs, rising to sit up again. “You tried and failed. Give it up.”

You and Alex simultaneously declare, “Never!” 

“Alex and I decided to team up and get them back,” you explain to the audience.

“They tried to get me,” Jensen says, “but Jared caught them, and he told me so it didn’t work. But they managed to get Jared,” Jensen begins laughing, unable to continue the story.

“All Y/N’s idea,” Alex insists, pretending to edge away from Jared.

Jared shakes his head, tongue sitting in the pocket of his cheek while he tries to look disgruntled but can’t hide the smile he tries to contain.

“It was genius,” Jensen manages around huffs of laughter. 

“We got the wardrobe department to take in his shirts and shorten his pants a little each day for a month,” Alex says. “But it only took two weeks before he started complaining about gaining weight and growing taller.”

Jensen’s laughter stops, his demeanor turning completely serious. “I cannot tell you how annoying he was about it!”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Jared protests. 

“Dude, you were bad!” Jensen counters, “You were googling if you could have a growth spurt after thirty. It’s all you talked about for two weeks. It was so annoying!” 

“That’s me, Jared Annoying Padalecki,” he says. Then has a lightbulb moment, or perhaps a whiskey-inspired one, and jumps off the stage. Everyone laughs as they watch him cheekily shove to the front of the question queue, dropping to his knees. 

“Hi, I’m Gen from Texas, and this is for Jensen,” he says in a higher pitched voice than anyone would expect could come out of the giant of a man. “I would like to know what your favorite scene to film was from the last season. And why is it the sex scene with Y/N from episode three?”

Jensen closes his eyes, face scrunched and lips pursed in mock annoyance as he flips Jared off.

“What a great question, Gen,” you chuckle, turning to stare at Jensen. “It was definitely one of my favorite scenes to film.”

“It was a fun day,” Jensen agrees. “Usually, sex scenes are super awkward and embarrassing, but it wasn’t. I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend a day in the back of Baby with all this,” he gestures toward Y/N, “on top of you.”

Jared gets to his feet, using a fan's shoulder to hoist himself up, and then bends to reach the microphone. “Follow-up question,” Jared begins, “this time for Y/N. Are you free for dinner tonight? Asking for a friend.” 

“Oh, for a friend,” you say, leaning to look around Jensen and at Alex. “Well, in that case, I’m free anytime, Mr Calvert.” you wink. 

Jensen leans forward, pointing a warning finger at him, “No!” 

“Urgh, Alex,” Jared groans, using a long leg to step back onto the stage, “you’re such a troublemaker!”

The next fan is given the microphone. “So it’s been twelve seasons; what mementos have you taken from the set?”

“Funny you should mention that,” Jared answers immediately, then sings, “Jensen’s in trouble. He stole the infamous demon Dean's red shirt.” 

Jensen throws his hands up, shaking his head. “I did not! I don't know who did, but it wasn't me.” 

Jared rolls his eyes. “So some ghost took it out of your trailer?” 

“Maybe,” Jensen shrugs. “This is Supernatural.” 

The drummer immediately punctuates his response, the hiss of the snare still echoing as Jared stands up in protest. But the audience is too quick, and they yell, “DRINK!” 

“You lot are a bad influence,” Jensen tells them as you all make your way to the drinks table at the back of the stage.

You hold your microphone down while Richard pours the shots. Leaning closer to Jensen, you ask, “Are you really in trouble because of it?”

Jensen scoffs, “No, of course not. But they need it for a photo shoot, and they want to auction it off for charity. They’ve been on my ass for weeks.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh?” Jensen asks, very much channeling Dean in his expression. “Do you know something about it?” 

You wince, trying to feign innocence, but it's no good. You know you’ve been caught out, and you’ll have to give it back. “I took it,” you confess.

“What? Why?” 

You can’t think of a lie quick enough. So with a nonchalant shrug, that's all for show because you don’t feel it at all, you admit, “I like it. It's a nice shirt to sleep in, and it smells like you.”

“If you want something that smells like me, you can have me!” Jensen blurts out loud enough that the mics lowered at your sides pick it up.

The fans erupt, screaming and shouting. They get to their feet and clap. Alex and Jared talk over each other, but it all becomes white noise as you stare at Jensen, who stares back. 

“Screw it,” he says, and you're the only one who hears it. But everyone sees him take a small step into your space and place a gentle kiss on your lips. He pulls back enough to look at you for any reaction, and when you lightly smile, he slips a hand down your cheek and draws you in closer for a deeper kiss this time. 

The crowd goes wild. Your ears will be ringing for days.

Jensen keeps the kiss PG13, but you go as far as wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. It ends too soon, but you remind yourself that you are being watched. He leans back, smiling happily. “Sorry if that was out of line.”

“The only thing that was out of line was how long it took you to do that.” 

He shrugs one shoulder, tongue sitting behind his teeth. “Sorry.”

Jared tries to get control of the audience, but it doesn’t work. Jensen walks to the edge of the stage and holds up a hand, silencing them with the simple gesture. 

Once it's quiet enough, he smiles, boyish and wide. “Best. Con. Ever.”

Master Lists: Dean Winchester / Main

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[moolovesyou]

absent jealousy | angus tully x reader

a/n: writing this while watching diary of wimpy kid hell yeah. thank you to @xfrankiesmithx-blog for requesting!!!!!! i hope this is what you wanted because i think i got carried away lol. i am too much of a sucker for casual angst and scene building.

s: your relationship with angus is anything but serious, until jealousy forces you both to face reality.

w: cursing, suggestiveness, angst (absent parent)

wc: 3k.

Winter break was supposed to be a time to relax. A time to have fun. And maybe, just maybe, a time to tolerate family. My plans were simple. My days were going to be spent on the Florida beaches with piña coladas and poolside napping. This was a yearly tradition since the 6th grade.

Unfortunately, those hot and sandy dreams were crushed when my dad phoned me at Wickline Academy.

"What the fuck, dad?" I slammed my hand onto the wall beside the telephone.

"Language!" He huffed from the other end. A crackly sigh could be heard. "Listen, we just can't afford it. We need the money to keep you enrolled next semester."

My eyes watered. I blinked rapidly to prevent any tears from spilling out.

"I'm sorry, honey." My dad spoke with sorrow. "Money is tight ever since-. . . your mom. . ."

The call went silent.

It had been 3 months and he still couldn't say it. It was embarrassing for both of us to admit.

Left us. Since she disappeared off the face of the earth with my dad's wallet and my allowance. For the last 3 months, anger has just been festering within me like a cauldron of rage.

Now, I had to spend Christmas alone. If that wasn't already bad enough, it turned out the entirety of Wickline had to be fumigated due to a nasty roach problem. This landed every holdover from Wickline into the lion's den that is Barton.

Hunham stood in front of all 9 of us. 5 boys from Barton and 4 girls from Wickline. Much to my surprise, he was there.

Angus Tully.

We had met 2 years ago at a winter fundraiser. I had been serving drinks for the patrons when Angus waltzed over. From then on, the nature of our relationship was afflicted by our teenage hormones. Every time we saw each other it was a display of lingering eye contact and flirty comments. I never knew if he was serious.

"There will be no fornication, no hanky-panky, no coupling. So help me god, if any of you even stand one inch too close I will make you sleep in the snow." Hunham's voice boomed. He leaned forward, scooching a girl and a boy away from each other.

Angus and I locked eyes for a moment. He furrowed his brows for a second, as if he was confused at my presence. Then he smirked.

"Now, it is time to fuel your young brains with knowledge!"

A chorus of groans erupted from us.

We sat separated. Boys on one side of the study room, girls on the other. Hunham sat in the corner overlooking all of us. A lack of interest fogged all of our minds. Everyone was kind of just looking at their books instead of actually reading.

I glanced up. From across the room, a boy with long dirty blond hair waved at me. I think his name was Jason. He was pretty cute. I waved back, a small smile playing on my lips.

A curly-headed Angus turned around, head snapping between me and Jason. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Later on, we got to spend some time away from studying. We had all grouped together, walking through the snowy woods. Two of the other girls had cozied up next to Kountz. I was collecting fallen pinecones from the ground.

"What brings you here? Kingdom banished their princess?" A voice chuckled from behind. My head flicked around. Angus leaned against a tree, wielding a branch as a sword.

I scoffed, walking up to him. He gazed down at me in amusement. A grin covered his face. A grin that royally pissed me off. I shouldn't have taken it so seriously; but the rage inside of me, which was previously set to simmer, was now boiling; and Angus Tully was stirring the pot.

"I could ask the same about you, asshole. Did your family wish upon a star for you to go away?" I spat. His amusement shrunk, turning into a nasty frown.

"Hey, guys."

The both of us turned around, facing a chirpy and oblivious Jason. He flashed a smile at me.

"Hi!" I shoved Angus with my shoulder as I trudged through the snow to the jock. "Jason, is it?"

From behind, in a small mocking tone, Angus whispered, "Jason, is it?" He didn't know when to stop, did he?

"Do you want to play football with me?" Jason patted the ball in his hand, handing it out to me.

"Sure!" I nodded excitedly.

"Do you even know how to play?" Angus muttered. He had a permanent sour scowl on his face.

"You don't have to project your inabilities, Tully." I flashed a fake smile. "Or, would you like to join us?"

He crossed his arms. His nose was red, making him look like an extremely unhappy Rudolph.

"I'm fine." He mumbled, turning his back to us and walking over to the younger boys.

Needless to say, I was confused. We would have playful fights, yeah. But, this wasn't playful at all. I almost felt bad for him. Jealous, much?

We weren't official. I wasn't even sure if he knew we had a thing going on. Either way, it just wasn't time for anything serious. Jason was sweet and dumb enough for a quick dose of validation.

For the rest of the time spent outside, Jason and I passed the football around. He was fun and extremely hot. I mean, he was the type of attractive that turned Wickline Academy into a slip n' slide. But other than that, we had nothing in common. He was this flamboyant display of brawn and I found spelling bees fun. Every so often, I'd catch Angus staring at us from the other side of the courtyard.

Soon enough, Hunham called everyone in for dinner. We were actually allowed to sit beside each other. It felt like an awkward family dinner. Except we weren't family. So, it was more awkward.

Jason was already sat, so I decided to take my opportunity and sit beside him. He was chatting it up with one of the other Wickline girls. I huffed, slouching in my seat.

"Is this seat taken?" A familiar deep voice spoke from my left. Oh, great.

Angus hunched down, pulling the chair out and sitting himself down. He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. He leaned close to me, an uninterested look on his face. I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"What's wrong, princess?" He licked his chapped lips.

"You're here. I'd rather have a block of coal." I grunted.

Angus narrowed his eyes at me, before fluttering his lashes. He held his hand to his heart, "You flatter me."

I stuck my tongue out at him, toying with the napkin in front of me.

"So, Jason? Really?" He whispered inconspicuously. Mary set plates on the table, earning a small 'thank you' from him. "Didn't know you could stoop so low."

"I liked you, didn't I."

"Liked?"

His brows raised, a shocked expression on his face. All his wittiness had vanished in the blip of a moment. He averted his gaze to his plate of food. His curls hung over his face.

Of course, I didn't mean that. But he didn't know that.

I opened my mouth to speak, but at that point Hunham slammed the table for something Kountz had said.

For the rest of the dinner I kept my eye on him, he would poke and nudge his food with his fork but never actually take a bite. We didn't talk for the rest of the day.

The following morning everyone joined Jason on his family trip. My dad wasn't too keen on the idea of me spending an entire holiday with boys.

In the end, it was me and Tully. It was weird between us. The days were quiet. There were many times that I tried to apologize, but he would always run off or turn away every moment I tried.

I was sat in the kitchen with Mary Lamb, helping her bake brownies for a Christmas party. I mixed the dry ingredients, gritting my teeth as I thought about everything. It felt like my world was crumbling.

"You alright there, sweetie?" Mary questioned. She was cutting potatoes for the next day's dinner.

I groaned.

"Everything sucks. This wasn't where I planned to be. I didn't plan to be here today or to be in this stupid black hole that my life is." I whisked angrily. Some of the mixture spilled over the side of the bowl.

"Some of this gotta' do with that Tully boy?" She whistled. "I've seen the way y'all act."

I blushed slightly, "Yeah. I guess-. . . I said something i didn't mean. But, I don't get why he's so upset. We don't have anything real going on between us."

"Do you want something real?" Mary put down her knife. I poured the mix into a pan.

Do I want something real with Angus? In the last two years, I hardly learned much about him. We had covered up any real connection under flashy and casually insulting romance.

What had I learned about him? He is Angus. He's a pinch too loud in a quiet room. He walks like a newborn giraffe. He manages to piss everyone off in a 2 mile radius.

But with every taunt and quip he'd deliver, there was that toothy grin accompanying it. There were small moments where he would help the underclassmen with their assignments; and he always found time to find me.

I hadn't even given him a chance of thought. Dread filled my heart, overflowing into my veins like a dam had just broke.

"Would he even want anything?" I leaned on the palm of my hand, glancing outside the window. The snowfall landed softly on the windowsill. It reminded me of the first time he walked up to me.

.

.

.

"Is there any alcohol in this?" A boy with shaggy brown hair pointed. His pants were too short, as if he had just had a growth spurt overnight.

"Does fruit punch fuel your system?" I offered a cup. My nails were coated with pastel polish.

"I'm more of an apple juice kinda guy." He tugged on his loose tie. "I'm Angus."

"I'm Y/N".

"Do you wanna smoke a cigarette behind the bleachers?" The kid asked.

"I don't have a jacket." We looked outside the window. It was evening. The snowfall was heavy. We could hardly see past the courtyard.

"Take mine." He shrugged his jacket off, holding it in his trembling hands. His brown eyes were completely widened in awe. I took the jacket from his grasp, putting it on.

"Thanks Angus!" I chirped. "Come on, before they notice we're gone."

I grabbed his hand, interlocking our fingers. His hands were cold and clammy. But, funnily enough, so were mine. We ran outside, hiding under the bleachers as we joked about our classmates.

.

.

.

"Baby, all I know is he's going through as much as you are right now. You'll never know unless you try."

Mary's voice lingered in my head as I got dressed for the party. She was right. I had lost so much control in the last 3 months of my life. I was not going to let this pass me by. I was going to spite my way into Angus's heart.

In the car, Angus fought to sit in the passenger seat. Ultimately, Mary glared at him with such authority he cowered and clamored into the backseat with me. Instantly, he folded his arms and turned to look out the window.

Okay, this is fine? This is fine. I'll just sneak him aside at the party and fix this. I didn't want Hunham and Mary awkwardly listening in while I confessed my undying admiration for him.

We were greeted at the door by Miss Crane. She welcomed us happily. I looked around. This place was packed. Christmas music flew around the house like a jolly paper airplane.

"Y/N, can you take these to the kitchen please?" Miss Crane gave me the brownies we had baked. I glanced at Angus, who already looked out of place.

"Sure!" My lips pressed together into a thin line. I hurried over, having to pause for houseguests to step aside and move out of the way. This place was a goddamn maze. My forearms grew sore as I searched aimlessly. Then, like a glowing light at the end of the tunnel, I saw the kitchen. I practically threw the platter onto the counter.

When I returned back to the door, everyone was gone. How hard could it be to find a 6-foot tall teenager? I scooched and muttered 'excuse me' way too many times to count. After some asking around, I had made my way to the basement.

There were kids coloring and gluing crafts on a big round table. Others run around with plastic wands and swords. I was nearly stabbed by one of the children. Then I saw something I wish I didn't have to see.

Angus and a brunette locked lips in a corner of the basement. I completely and utterly froze. The dread that had consumed me earlier had solidified and left me still like a heartbroken fossil. They leaned away, and the girl caught my eye.

"Oh, hello! I'll be right with you!" She chirped. She had a blush on her face. My blood boiled. Angus's head whipped around. His eyes widened. He analyzed my face for any sign of a reaction. I closed my eyes and took a composing breath. I whipped around, stepping back up the stairs.

"Y/N! Give me one second." His steps boomed up the stairs behind me. "Come on, slow down."

I stepped out into the cold night. I tried to slam the front door behind me, but Angus shoved his foot between the gap.

"Ow. Really?" He mumbled. He grabbed my arms and stopped me in my tracks. "Y/N. Please."

I kept my back to him. I couldn't look at him. Would his face have that same blush she had? Would his lips be pink? Would he look happy? He sighed, jogging in front of me. He towered over me, a concerned look on his face. He looked almost devastated.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled.

"What's wrong?" I repeated, raising my voice. "You were sucking the life force out of that girl!"

"You're overreacting." He flung his arms in the air. Angus chewed on his lip anxiously. "Plus, last time I checked, why should you care? You were getting real cozy with Jason."

"That wasn't anything." I scoffed.

"Were we anything?" He whispered. His eyes had reddened, tears threatening to stream out.

"What?"

"You said you liked me." Angus whimpered. "What happened? Did I do something?"

"No." I blurted. "You did nothing. I-. . . I was just angry, Angus. I didn't mean that."

He stayed silent. The snow got caught on his curls. He looked more gorgeous than ever. It felt like we had snuck out to the bleachers all over again. Fuck it.

"Jesus, Angus. We have to stop being complete fucking idiots." I covered my face and groaned into my hands. "It's not a surprise that I like you. You think I would still be talking to you after 2 years if I didn't absolutely fucking adore you? I'm angry that everyone else is leaving me and I don't want you to either. I don't want you to disappear. I need you. I've needed you ever since we smoked together for the first time. I was just too fucking dumb to realize it. I need you to realize it too. I need you to realize Jason has nothing to offer me. "

His eyebrows raised slowly. I stared at him with wide eyes as I caught my breath.

"Was that weird? I'm sorry if-"

Angus cut me off by crashing his lips into mine. He had cold lips, but the feeling it gave me sent warmth throughout my body. His arms wrapped around my waist as we stumbled backwards. My back thudded against a wall as Angus pushed closer against me. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling the strands of hair slightly for any sense of stimulation. His chest pressed against mine and I could hardly breathe. But neither of us pulled away. He pushed his tongue into my mouth with fervor. Little grunts escaped his lips.

The slam of the front door pushed us away from each other. A guest waved goodbye to whoever was on the porch, oblivious to our raunchy escapade. Our gazes flicked back to each other. We both had that 'deer in headlights' look. The two of us burst into laughter. Angus threw his head back cackling.

"Seems like you had a practice." I remarked.

"Shut up."

"Too soon?" I grimaced. He nodded. His hands traveled up to my face, caressing my cheeks. His fingers were crusted over with a green pigment. "Why the fuck are your fingers covered in paint?"

"Oh shit, sorry. Fingerpainting." Angus pulled his hands back, stuffing them into his pockets. His lips were red and slightly wet.

"I have one question." I prodded.

"Hm?"

"Do you like me?"

Angus rolled his eyes, "I just sucked the complete life force out of you. When are you gonna stop being a complete idiot and realize I like you?"

"Touché." I smiled. A heartwarming smile covered his face. He leaned forward, planting a small peck on my forehead, before resting his chin on my head.

I wrapped my arms around his torso. Once again, that familiar memory popped into my head. I felt the same warmth from 2 years ago. This time it wasn't a cigarette. It was Angus. And suddenly it all felt worth it. Every bit of anger. Every bit of sass. Every bit of jealousy.

"So, are you gonna kiss me some more or do I need to get you a brain for Christmas, scarecrow?"

"So needy, princess."

[ahedderick]

The reception for my art show was last evening. It was A Lot™, from my perspective, and I'll be unpacking for a while.

First, Big Sales did not happen. That, given that I was very much hoping to reduce the number of paintings I have to store, was unfortunate. A friend bought one, which was very sweet, and there may have been one other sale.

I found it a little hard to get started on the socializing part. However, I did end up talking to a good many of the folks who came through. Felt ok about that. Business-social is a little easier than purely social-social. People were there, after all, to engage with the artwork, so it was natural to (primarily) talk about artwork.

It's interesting, in a sociology kinda way, to watch people shift their perceptions of me. There was one older gentleman, in particular, who has always been (for years!) a bit snooty every time we run into each other. That looking-down-the-nose-a-bit "Have we met?"

. . and I don't say "Yeah, Frank, we've met. More than once. Nice of you to let me know how unimportant I am." However, I think it. Last evening, surrounded by what I have to say is an amazing bloody art show, Frank was w-a-y nicer. "I didn't know that you . . " he trailed off and gestured at the paintings. He engaged in friendly and animated chitchat about math, chemistry, and the local university for about ten minutes. Cool.

At around 20 'til 6, the gallery staff guy who was in charge of the event, Josh (a very nice person who helped me carry heavy artwork; we like Josh), came over and asked me about my Artist's Talk.

Blink. My what, now?

He apologized that I had not been told, and told me I didn't have to give one if I didn't want to. I blinked again. What the hell - sure, I can talk. Who is the center of attention here? Me! Cool! I will talk.

So, shortly after 6, that happened. It was fun. I enjoy public speaking every now and then, oddly enough. I got to tell them about by favorite commission(s); shout out to Ted in Wisconsin who loves Jersey cows and keeps his "herd" in paintings on the walls because a health issue prevents him from having the hobby farm he always wanted. Everybody like that story.

I did talk to. so many people. Everybody was nice and interested. It's enjoyable to see what pieces mean the most to different people.

Whew.

[writers-reach]

hii!! can i request a one shot with yosuke that basically displays his relationship w his significant other thats also in the investigation team? something lighthearted and fun like how they banter with each other? you can also include other characters and their responses/reactions if youd like!

thank you 🫶 !

your account has been fueling me on tumblr bc im currently watching one piece and im still in my persona phase 🙌 we literally have the exact same interests 🙏

also! do u have any plans on playing metaphor refantazio?

persona 4: dating another investigation team member (yosuke hanamura)

notes: gn!reader, fluff, a lil lengthy i got way ahead of myself hehe

oooh he's always referring to you as his boyfriend/girlfriend/partner/significant other to the others. it gets annoying sometimes.

that being said, he slipped up one day and accidentally called you "my husband/wife/spouse" and the team lost their shit and never let him live it down. yosuke's ears turn red to this day.

always asks for your opinion/reaction first during meetings! values ur input very very much

inside the tv he's probably pulling some goofy stunts to impress you, and always using his persona's skills to keep you safe and unharmed!! he wants to feel big n strong, let him <3

lets you listen to his music while in the tv! just, uh, don't make fun of his taste and give it back before fights, please? it helps him focus

you two probably rope each other into training for the tv in your free time. you're pretty evenly matched, but whenever you beat yosuke, he always claims he lets you win b/c he likes seeing you smile triumphantly. also he thinks its hot when he gets knocked down by you.

as yosuke's partner, you are his number one enabler, unfortunately, thanks to those puppy-dog eyes of his. be prepared to deal with his dumbass schemes (you do have free reign to bully him for it. he lets you, but not without picking on you back. lovingly, ofc)

he's always making whispered, smartass comments into your ear when the team hangs out together, usually to make you laugh. if you get to a full-on belly laugh, he considers it mission accomplished!

always gonna bring you a little treat or drink post-mission and offers to walk you home if it's late. sure, you can handle your own in the tv, but the real world is a dangerous place, ya know!!!

yosuke definitely tries to learn a duo attack with you with.... varying results. he's cute when he gets that shimmer of excitement in his eyes, though, so you are definitely not complaining!

a/n: stopppppp i have so many ideas about this bc i have an oc on the team for also oc/canon ideas (i am cringe but i am free). i wanna say godspeed on ur one piece journey! i'm barely at 900 episodes in and i skipped a bunch (filler/romance dawn mostly bc i read romance dawn and watched opla). i also don't have any plans on playing metaphor, i'm not terribly into other games in the smt family :,( rpgs hard

[petalruesimblr]

Hi everyone! I'm excited to share my latest part-time career with you all - the Army Reserve - Military Working Dog (MWD) Handler! I remembered reading a Criminal Minds fanfic where one of the characters joined the Army Reserve so I thought 'yeah that could work' and I wanted to do something different hence working with dogs! It's been fun creating this one as I had to dig out a cc I created a year ago for the uniform of this career.

If you are interested, click on ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures of the Army Reserve - MWD Handler Part-time Career.

Army Reserve - MWD Handler

Individual files: Career - Sim File Share | Army Shirt Male - Sim File Share | Army Shirt Female - Sim File Share Bulk Download: Sim File Share

Join the Army Reserve as a Military Working Dog (MWD) Handler! Dive into a rewarding role working alongside brave military dogs from securing bases to detecting threats. Unleash your potential and serve your country with pawsitive impact, apply today - no experience necessary and embark on a unique adventure!

Career Type: Part-Time Available for: Young Adults and Adults Available Languages: English Levels: 3 Rabbit Hole: Military Base Work Days: M, T, W, F Work Hours: 7AM - 10AM (Downtown 5AM - 8AM) Does it have Carpool? Yes Does it have Uniforms? Yes (details under Final Notes) File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3 📣All descriptions for the levels, tones and metrics as well as skills required, salary, uniforms and other details are provided on the pictures above.

NRAAS Careers Mod Male and Female Uniforms CC

I decided to stick with Athletic skill only for this part-time because this branch of the military mostly focuses on training with military dogs. As much as I wanted to include dog training skills, unfortunately that is locked to pets in the game. It may be possible but it is outside of my current skillset as it would require delving into scripting or modding. You can adopt a dog and train it, though training sessions will only occur outside of work hours. However, if you enjoy roleplaying like I do, I typically adopt a dog and train with them in the park after work. Regarding the custom content I mentioned earlier, I have included two files in the Download section above: Army Shirt Male and Army Shirt Female. These should be placed in the Mods folder like any other cc and are required for the level 1 uniforms to appear in your game. The shirts are simple t-shirts with the word 'ARMY' written on the front, and I owe huge thanks to the tutorials and references I found (links provided below in the Credits) for helping me complete them. The Army Shirts are exclusively available for the Army Reserve - MWD Handler career and are disabled for random outfits as well as maternity wear. I have included both individual files and a bulk download option depending on your preference. RAR files can be opened by third-party applications such as WinRAR or 7-Zip. If you do not have these applications yet, you can refer to this link for the download links. As stated above, you will need NRAAS Careers Mod for these careers to show up in the game and as long as you have the latest version of it, it should work for higher patches. You can also read my #psa regarding these careers, click here. I’m not fluent in any other languages to translate so if anyone is interested in translating this career, please don’t hesitate to send me a message here, comment on this post or let me know in my Ask/Contact form (if you don't have a Tumblr account) and will let you know the details. I have tested this career in my game, so far it is working and all scripts are showing up. All feedback is very welcome to help me learn and improve my skills so please let me know if you experience any problems on your end and I’ll do my best to sort it as soon as possible.

MissyHissy step-by-step tutorial Twallan for the Career Mod S3pe Simlish alphabet LGR Video Tutorial CAS Texture Unitool (CTU)

[goodhunterwill]

Ok, The Magnus Arcives theories update!

Currently on MAG 55 (slowed down a bit, life getting in the way and all that unfortunately) but theories are evolving:

• Gertrude Robinson 100% knew way more than we thought, she describes the hidden place Walter Heller found in Egypt as an "archive" almost immediately, as if she knew what it was ahead of time, and specifically keeps it hidden from Elias. The fact that this is something well known to her definitely means there's something bigger going on here.

As well as that, Walter mentions a creature in the "archive" that chased him out with "a single lidless eye" and the Knight templar who had scratched his eyes out. All this is creepy, sure. But hearing that when John broke into Gertrude's apartment, all her books that had people on the covers also had their eyes perfectly cut out screams something "watching her" perhaps? As if the Archives are not only things that span the globe but also are linked to sight, eyes or things "watching"? I suppose? Links to Walter being able to see in the "archive" despite it being complete darkness, as well as he himself feeling like he's being watched by "a thousand eyes". And then she goes and blows it up? At least I assume it was her, but whatever it was she did not want it to exist once she knew where it was and what was there. So interesting.

Feels like a shot in the dark, although I can't help but think that is something important. Like with that cult lead by Maxwell Rayner having eye iconography too, it's appearing a lot more often now.

• "Michael" showing up again was big! Stabbing John, talking about a war and when John doesn't know what he means telling him he's obviously in the dark about something? crazy stuff. I absolutely think there's a much larger force at play here. Michael says he was staying neutral but stepped in to make sure the archives didn't prematurely lose I suppose, but it makes me think hes on a side here, as if he's working for someone (or something I guess, feels like it'd be appropriate here too haha). There's something going on and John (and by proxy me lol) is very much in the dark.

If I remember right he talks about the archive being important but I could be wrong, but regardless it seems the Archives are more than just a collection of supernatural items and stories. It's a player in a bigger game that I don't know yet. And I adore that!!

•Michael Crew intrigued me actually, leaping out of a window and disappearing? absolutely cool, but also so interesting, like he was being chased by a storm itself. The stuff he was chanting, Altiore of course being about the book "Ex Altiore" (sp?), but he mentioned something about "The vast" which peaked my interest. Vertigo too, so did he mean the vast open sky maybe? With vertigo linking to great heights and such, and he did leap out into open air. There was a previous story about the guy skydiving and being taken to an infinite open sky? You could describw that as "vast" but then that feels like it would connect to the storm, being in the sky and such, so I'm unsure.

Very, very interesting though, and another fun return of the Leitner tomes being pains in the ass for everyone involved of course. They are biiiig players in the overarching story here and I love it, wondering if we will see Leitner at all in this? or if he's just "haunting the narrative" here I guess is the term?

• Final one for now as this is loooong. Simon Fairchild returning, with the diving story and the infinite black darkness with the hand in it, and finding out his family is rather powerful. As well as the Lukas family too with the boat and sacrificing a crew member to the open ocean. Big families being connected to supernatural cases is a running theme lol, but I love it, and with Simon Fairchild suspected to have been the conman who was also thrown out a window (I think that was said? I may have gotten that detail wrong but even so the rest links I believe) and having connections to the open air as well from the skydiving story, there's absolutely a connection there to Michael Crew for sure. Simon also looking for his family's boat, and the Fairchilds owning sea based businesses (Once again, I think so? A tad spotty on those details) as well as the Lukas family and their shipping company, perhaps they both serve the same thing? Something to do with vast open things, like the sky and the sea? Clutching for straws here, but I'm holding them tight lol.

All of this feels like it links to a bigger picture "Michael" spoke about before. I'm so invested!

but yeah, just some fun observations after listening a bit further I wanted to talk about. nothing huge I don't think has been revealed? I'm worried I'm missing things now lol. but yeah, enjoy a little deep dive theory crafting!

[elainsgirl]

but i can’t understand why elriel is so hated. it’s crazy to think it’s because elain is so hated. like how is she the most hated sister? no offense, but nesta’s right there. if you told me before i started acotar that a character who was always snapping at and mean to the main characters is more loved than the character who’s only ever been shown to be kind and compassionate i’d think you’re insane. while i liked nesta’s redemption arc, i found it to be a bit lacking. it was 95% her being rude to the IC and 5% her being polite. i understand it’s to show her growth but her story didn’t feel balanced enough. it could’ve been a lot shorter while still packing a punch. and unfortunately it lured a horribly toxic loud bunch who completely missed the point, believe nesta never did anything wrong, hate the IC (even nesta’s LI like what??), and only wanna read about acosf’s characters (the valkeries, BOE and eris). it’s all i see. you’d think the first three books didn’t even happen.

also imo the warrior fmc is too overdone at this point. it’s in every romantasy book and film/show and they’re rarely written well. oddly enough, i actually think it’s caused more internal misogyny in women than people realize. any female character that is soft, quiet, and has unconventional strength (eg. compassion and kindness in the face of a cruel world as opposed to the warrior strength we keep seeing) is hated, thought to be weak, and not good enough. i hate that people who like elain are in the minority. i also believe elriel has the potential to be one of the best love stories in recent romantasy books, if sjm can pull it off

I know right? But they hate Elain bcs she’s too “boring”, “quiet” and is more interested in baking/gardening then being loud and insulting whilst wielding a sword. Its why certain antis stans of hers want Lucien to bring her out of her shell so she can be sassy like every other typical fantasy fmc. That or predict she’s “secretly evil” so Elain can be more interesting.

Yh but Nesta is the misunderstood elder sister. The one who is a victim in every single situation and does no wrong, everyone is out to get Nesta specifically and make her life miserable. She’s the misfit in her sisters’ perfect story and since booktok made the trope popular - these misfit characters are more liked whilst characters like Feyre and Elain are boring in comparison. I think most antis hate the fact Elain gets away with everything, for example the IC being cold w Nesta due to how she treated Feyre yet they’re perfectly ok with Elain despite the fact she was also complacent in Feyre’s abuse. That and Rhys seeing both sisters differently, Nesta like an Illyrian and Elain as Elain, aka boring and soft in comparison. They basically hate that Elain is potrayed as a baby and take it out on Elains character for not “standing up” and getting herself out of the baby image she created.

I’m actually a huge Nesta stan, I love her deeply. The only person Nesta needed to “redeem” herself to was Feyre and Id say Mass failed to do that right but personally, I don’t take SF as a redemption story but a healing one for Nesta which Mass executed ok. Like, it wasn’t a good healing story but it got by. Acosf was lacking in every aspect accept from found family. It could’ve definitely been done better. Acosf gave rise to the anti IC stans and their takes are just wild. I think most of them need to stop with the acotar series altogether. They’re letting their opinions influence how they want the story to turn out instead of looking at the canon foreshadowing Mass has laid out, antis do the same. Its why I’ve distanced myself from Nesta stans, the constant “Hate everyone except Nesta, Valks, and Vanserra brothers” became tiring and mentally exhausting, ruining the fandom experience for me.

A lot of people allow acosf to overshadow the rest of the series. The vibe in the fandom before acosf and after were so different, one was fun and enjoyable whilst the other is terrible and becoming toxic year after year.

the whole enemies to lovers, warrior, sassy fmc x cold, shadow mmc tropes are so overdone. I feel like most books are becoming copies of each other. Its just trope-filled romance w a side of plot and the reason there’s so many of these same books is because authors know they’ll sell. So instead of branching out and being creative- they’re writing unoriginal pieces of work. And its a harsh criticism but honestly the truth.

We need something new in the genre and an author that has the guts to release something that will standout instead of blend in which I think an author like Sjm can pull off with an elriel book. Soft fmc with the power of sight is already interesting but add in the bond situation thats going on between elriel/lucien and you’ve got an intriguing premise for a book.

heavy on the fact its internalised misogyny. Sure. There was a time within the book genre where loud, sassy fmc’s like Nesta would not have been accepted or liked but characters such as Feyre were loved, but now that’s changed. Characters like Nesta are loved and wanted whereas people critique Feyre/Elain coded fmc’s. To call Elain boring yet praise Azriel - which is her literal mirror - IS misogyny. To be suspicious of Elain for the same traits Az has but never question him, IS again misogny. But antis never want to admit it. Changing Elains character to suit Lucien’s storyline in most cases is misogyny. They’ll just never admit it.

I hate it too but at least when her book comes out, lots of people will change their minds and begin to love Elain.

[clandestineivory]

Affogato Cookie x Amnesiac Reader (Part 2)

Summary: After saving your bleeding and dying soul from joining the rest of the fallen Dark Cacao warriors, Affogato Cookie takes you to his little cave home and decides to nurse your unconscious body to health, knowing exactly who you were and what your job was. It certainly wasn't much of an easy task when you had unfortunate nightmares about who knows what.

TW: ACK- I'm sorry but you aren't really going to be awake and I kinda lied about the whole toying w/ your mind thing and the poisoning. Most of this will just be his inner thoughts and idk what else teehee.

MAYBE in the third part, you'll get the bonding time of manipulation. If I have the motivation for it. Have fun darlings!

Oh, and PLEASE read part 1 before reading this. It'll make much more sense. Link is right here: https://www.tumblr.com/starbeamssovereign/751333871307669504/affogato-cookie-x-amnesiac-reader

"Well, well, well. What have we here?"

Affogato knew. Of course he would know, he was the Royal Advisor for Swan's sake! His job was to keep up with everyone important and who could be a threat. So you'd definitely be somewhere on that list.

He was wandering around the kingdom borders by the little cave he called his temporary home when he heard that familiar yowl of the snow lion. At the time, he thought that it was just hunting something and the prey it was catching ran away. But it was far more interesting than that.

As he walked closer to the scene, he could already see your bleeding and limp body hit your head on the rocks. As soon as that wretched Wraith of the Peaks left you alone, he rushed to see exactly who you were.

Then he smirked once he tucked some messy strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear to get a better look at you. The Fourth Watcher? Now this was a sight.

He had never personally met you before, but he heard of how you single-handedly managed to take down a Cream Wolf that had gone mad with some sort of rabies and tried to attack Crunchy Chip Cookie. It was quite an exciting tale indeed.

Yet, coming face to face with you was...a bit disappointing. Really, all you did was stab an arrow into that beast? Kind of pathetic if you ask him. (Not like he could do better, but that wasn't his current thought.)

"Hm...they'll be useful someday in the future."

He thought to himself as he dragged your bloodied body through the freezing snow and back to the cave.

When you two got back, he placed you down in the corner, taking off the top layer of your coat as a substitute for bandages as he wrapped it around your body, knotting it tightly, but enough so you could still breathe.

Affogato started a fire, calmly sitting down by it and watching you silently. He pondered over what he would do if you got better and woke up. Or if you didn't.

The latter was something the ex-advisor didn't need to see or feel.

━

As time passed, he started getting more medicinal items for your recovery, such as real bandages, herbs, medicine, etc.

Yet, with all these items to help you get better, he wasn't expecting that you'd cry out in your sleep and flinch when you were unconscious.

You were crying out in fear, curling up into a little ball in the cave, your fists clenched as these nightmares attacked your mind while you were sleeping. Well, trying to rest and sleep.

Affogato didn't really know what to do - he had never encountered someone who was known to be strong act so... vulnerable. He didn't even smile at your agony, he was just confused by it. All of your hurt sounded so raw...

All he could really do to quiet you down was walk over to your corner and let you lean on him. It felt embarrassing and uncomfortable, but also a bit...nice.

"Little Watcher, you can be so pathetic that it makes me pity a foolish thing like you."

He muttered once when he felt you snuggle closer to him post-nightmare.

But this arrangement was purely to get you under his control. Try to poison your mind, make you feel in debt to his sweet, sweet kindness and generosity. He wanted you to tell him everything about the kingdom. To be his little spy.

That was all you were good for.

...

Right?

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

ICYMI: There are so many Japanese qls airing weekly, so I’m going to start posting this little round up at the end of each week. Most of these shows are on Gaga and I highly recommend watching!

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna 2

Another great batch of episodes this week, as Kasuga and Nomoto settled into dating life, all the gals got together for various food related events, and Nagumo began seeking treatment for her eating disorder. This show is just always so compassionate with its characters, and manages to find interesting conflicts without going for high drama. I am very much enjoying seeing Kasuga and Nomoto figure out how their relationship should look now that they're dating and also how to communicate and respect each other as they make decisions. Kasuga's tendency to let Nomoto steamroll her feels harmless when it's about picking fruit or vegetables, but it won't be when it comes to making decisions about where they live and how to set up their home, so it's great they're addressing it early. It's also awesome to see them expand their circle of friends and deepen their bonds with Yako and Nagumo--I was high key jealous of the curry and s'mores parties. And Nagumo just has my whole heart. When she expressed profound relief at learning there is a name for her illness and ways to treat it, my mind immediately jumped to Rachel Bloom. Looking forward to her healing. I can't believe there is only one more batch of episodes coming, love and gratitude to @furritsubs!

Chaser Game W

I’ll keep this brief. This show was a mess, and not even in a fun way because unfortunately it was also extremely misogynistic. @twig-tea covered the major issues well in her post. Wild that this show aired simultaneously with TsukuTabe, what a dichotomy.

My Strawberry Film

This one is really not grabbing me. It feels kind of slow and muted and uncertain about what it's doing. I am not finding the mystery or the love rhombus compelling, and this week's focus on Hikaru's infatuation with Minami had me yawning and picking up my phone a lot. But it's early, I am hopeful it will pick up some steam.

Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka

This was a cute episode about Sakae and Soga getting past their initial awkwardness, learning how to communicate with each other, and moving into a more intimate phase of their relationship, and I think I would have loved it if we'd gotten it two weeks ago. This should have been the episode that followed their initial confessions, but instead the show did a two week diversion into love triangle nonsense, and unfortunately, I think it really threw off the pacing and the connection to these characters for me. It just feels too late in the show for this relationship to still feel so new. We haven't had time to settle in with them as a couple, or for them to develop a strong foundation to make us root for them to overcome the coming obstacles in the final arc. Still, this episode had some delightful scenes--Soga finally paying a visit to the sauna was my personal fav, and I also enjoyed the metaphor of Sakae literally catching Soga's love (and knowing @bengiyo would lose it over another important SPORTS moment in bl). This is a show I really want to love, but something just isn't connecting.

Perfect Propose

I love this final episode and I love this show. Hiro quit his job, Kai resolved things with the shop owner and his son, and they finally got on the same page about their relationship and made out about it. 10/10 no notes for this finale. It was lovely to see Hiro finish his project and make a decision to quit the daily grind--I loved, too, that he is still in touch with his former colleagues--and we saw the change in him so quickly. He looked happier, lighter, brighter. His skin was cleared and his crops were watered! And Kai got to have his moment of catharsis too, sharing his fear that he is a burden on others and having Hiro affirm for him that he wants him in his life and he's a help, not a burden. And I loved that we got all that plus a great kiss, a bed scene (with a very cute leg cramp diversion) and a small peek at their new domestic life together. This show makes me happy and it will definitely be one I return to for rewatches.

Ossan's Love Returns

I'm of two minds on this finale. On the one hand, I really loved it as a single episode of the show, was happy with where all the resolutions landed, and was left with a very warm feeling toward the show overall. The cherry blossom scene especially really got me right in the feels; I've loved the progression of Maki and Haruta's relationship this season and I love the way they talk to each other. They have earned themselves a spot on my list of favorite drama couples who I actually believe are going to stay together. I also loved everything about the big chaotic group scene and all these characters coming together to pour love on Haruta; it felt earned after a season of him knocking himself out for all his loved ones. The end joke with Chief moving in next door, and getting a final Maki/Kurosawa battle, was *chef's kiss*. And Takegawa's perfect life partner being a cat? 10/10 no notes. I will be clutching my aroace Takegawa read tightly to my bosom.

On the other hand, the episode reinforced for me that the way we got to a lot of these resolutions didn't feel quite right. In particular, I don't think the way Kurosawa's health scare played out across the back half of the season worked, and I'm not too pleased about spending three episodes in a downbeat, tragic mode for the sake of a simple pun joke. I think the whole plot would have landed a lot better for me if the audience was let in on Kurosawa's mistake at the start and the tone of his overwrought goodbyes was farcical all the way through. Not only would that have maintained the comedic tone of the show, but we could have used that story time to better seed some of the themes of this episode with Haruta's crisis of confidence and yearning for family. I'm pretty much agnostic on Kiku and Izumi; they never sold me on that pairing but I wasn't mad about their ending.

Overall, I am very glad I jumped into this show and enjoyed the watch experience a lot, despite my quibbles with some of the overarching writing choices. The cast is amazing and all the characters make me smile. If they make another season, I'll be watching!

Bonus: Josi teki Saikatsu

I finally watched this drama this week--I held out for awhile hoping to find it in better quality, but no dice, it's 480p in the grey--and despite the potato lens I loved it so much. This is the story of Miki, a transfemme lesbian, just trying to live her life in the way she wants, and all the barriers she comes up against in that pursuit. Our story begins when her childhood friend, Goto, comes looking for his old pal in a moment of desperation and is stunned to see how she's changed. The show is only four short episodes, but they manage to paint a full picture of Miki's life at home, at work, with friends and lovers, and with her estranged family, and show us how she became who she is. Miki is whip smart and perceptive and generous, but also wary of trusting anyone after she's been let down by so many loved ones. I love her so much, and you will too. This story was written by a trans woman and it shows! Brave the 480p and check it out.

[ghoulphile]

so i’m not even sure what to say so i’m just gonna… say it ig? sorry for everyone that’s here for fun stuff.

i prefer to handle things like this privately but this is the only way i can address this, unfortunately.

i’m sure you’re sick of hearing it, and i’m sick of talking about it but it’s been a continuous problem so here we are 🫠

i haven’t been active here nor have i really wanted to write fic for anything fallout since june not only bc irl exploded into a shit storm of one bad thing after the next for me but also bc of a certain someone (you know who you are).

there have been attempts to interact with me since i blocked you the first time. ngl it’s made it difficult to want to be here but it’s also made it stressful bc i know you’re here but i don’t know when you’ll pop up. esp when you keep making new blogs or using sideblogs or w/e.

like… i WILL block you if i find out it’s you. no ifs ands or buts.

nothing you can do is going to change my mind about not wanting to interact with you - esp when you’ve harassed me for months on end.

i don’t want your asks, i don’t want your comments, i don’t want your messages, i don’t want your likes. i don’t care if you’re finally 18. i don’t care if you’re sorry.

i am not interested. i don’t want to be friends. i just want you to leave me alone.

you want to read my fics that badly?

go ahead.

if you’re that determined, i can’t truly stop you. but please quit trying to get in direct contact with me. lurk all you like but leave me to my peace.

[purpdrawsthings]

RTV Your Week 5 : Guns n' Trouble Loom!

[ sorry if some stuff are weird or outta place. Tried my best ;w; ]

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People featured ⭐ :

@grinnames @lari-the-dragon

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Hm, well. It seems as the whole place is going to be separated into 2 literal groups! Interesting interesting... This will sure be an interesting one.

Looks like everybody will be kind of busy at the moment getting into their own groups... Hey! Why not a chat with the guy with a bubble for a head guy?

"Well well! I had a feeling you'd be the one leading."

"*sighs* it's not like you nor any of the participants even KNOW the way to the security room. Besides, someone needs to keep you all in check. Especially..." he looks at some participants and looks back at Aspen "the troublesome ones."

"Eh, reasonable. I'm thinking that this one will be an easy one! Like stealing candy from a child!"

"... Except the child KNOWS what you're doing. This isn't some 'walk in the park'."

"Hmmmmmmmm nah seems like one to me."

"This place is armed and W- I mean the AI could use those at any time at ITS disposal. How are you even thinking like that??"

"Look buddy, I've been through worse! And this, unfortunately, doesn't even come close!"

"*sighs* I'm not even questioning what the hell you even faced. Another question is, are you even prepared?"

"Glad you asked!"

"Cuz I sure did"

".... I should've expected this."

"Oh wow that's so cool 'moon face' you brought guns with you???"

The gremlin with floating ribbons suddenly spoke up.

"Yep! Sure did! You can never be too prepar- you call me what now?"

"THANK YOU for showing off your... Two guns. Now would you PLEASE put them back in?"

"Surie-o!"

"... I think our conversation can end here."

"Already? Oh well I was thinkin' of other stuff but I'm guessin' in ain't relevant. I'll go wait with the others!"

Aspen then proceeded to go away, finally.

"I was getting tired thank god..."

And so Lucian went off to talk with Nira. After a while the health team went off, with Swag unpolitely kicking the door. Fun.

Back with Aspen, they find that ribbon girl! Who seems to have some weird looking tentacle thingy? Cool!

"Well, here you are! Y'know, we both never did have a proper introduction did we?"

"Hm? Oh it's you! Yeah heheh, I was really busy! Kinda, my name is Grinnames! You? "

"Aspen, great to... Why'd you call me 'moon-face' actually"

"How do I errrrrrr oh! Your face just kinda looks like a moon, hence, moon-face! =D"

"... Sure!"

And so the group walks toward the hall that led to the security room.

“Well, since you proceeded onwards, I’m sure you already know the rules of tag. When I catch you, you’re out.”,

The voice of the AI now appeared again, filling the previous silence of the hallway. 

“I think I already gave ya enough of a head start. So, I’m IT.”

Fun! A game of tag with a potentially murderous AI? Something Aspen has never dealt with before on their previous missions but this will sure be a thrilling one!

The lights started flickering until... The hallway lights completely turned dark. A fight in the dark eh? Nothing they couldn't handle....

They pulled out their lighter once again and lit it up. Wasn't much but worked.

“Stay calm.”, they heard Lucian order from the front, followed by the sound of him pulling his guns. Welp, that's the sign!

Aspen pulled out one of their guns and was ready to shoot anything on sight. On their other hand was the lighter.

Suddenly there were... Footsteps? Wait. A LOT of footsteps? What the hell did that AI do- suddenly a bunch of turquoise lines lit up from the dark and were all around them. They had such a.. Familiar... Silhouette... Oh shoot are they surrounded? Being at the back of the line was NOT a good idea.

Hmmmmmmm, let's count! One... Two... Threee..... Holy crap there's 10.

Before Aspen could think of anything he heard to gunshots

BAM BAM!

The two shots hit the neck and the body, it looked most effective... Looks like they know what to do!

“Aim for the necks!-”

Lucian quickly side stepped as the robot that he shot earlier attempted to ounce on him, nearly hitting him. Ah well, time to dance!

"Let's see how skilled you really are!"

Aiming for only a second, Aspen pulled the trigger hitting the neck instantly. They didn't need time to adjust. One robot tried to hit them from the back but they dodged it, as if they really just predicted it.

"GET WEAVED IDIOT HAHA!"

Falling back on a wall, they get cornered by two robots, a wide grin started to show.

"Come on you metal scraps.... SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT!"

They fired multiple shots at the robots yet they all got deflected. Suddenly there was a distant piercing sound... Oh! Aspen quickly ducks as crystals were shot all over the place hitting one of the robots making it fall down but not hitting the other.

The robot kept its focus on Aspen.

"Still alive eh?"

Aspen took out a knife from their coat in replace of their lighter.

"Wether in the light or dark, it's nothing close combat cant fix!"

They charged at the robot with their sharp knife and started stabbing relentlessly at the neck of the robot. They weren't backing off nor getting tired. Before Aspen could land the final hit the robot grabbed Aspen and threw him by the wall.

"oH SHI-"

CRASH!

Aspen felt a sharp blade piercing through the center of his body. It stinged, hard. They were also pinned by the wall by the robot.

"I expected a bit more than that y'know? A bit upsetting..."

Aspen let out a chuckle.

"Hah. I just lost my guard! I'll just-"

"Y'know... What would happen if a certain somebody you cared for knew what type of business you were doing?"

Aspen stopped for a second. A surprised face emerged.

"... What?"

The distant noises of gunshot grew more distant with each second. Sweat started to run down. They didn't want to admit it but, they felt their chest suffocating, as if all the air went out in a second. They were... nervous. Why?

"HAH! AS IF YOU KNOW."

"I know that YOU work a special secret hitman organization! That ring a bell?"

"shit- how in the hell did you"

"Look partner, I keep my resources a secret! Can't go revealing all that."

The robot started to get uncomfortably close to Aspen.

"I'm betting you're actually here because those people sent you! I'm not getting any of that wrong?"

"You can't be fucking serious-"

"Hm, I heard that there was a CERTAIN RULE where anyone outside of the organization who reveals the name of the place would get.. Assassinated! Because you're all so strict and worried somebody would know of the shady stuff you all do right?"

"... And what do I have to take from this? If you do actually say the thing then I'm allowed to actually shut you down and possibly even kill your boss! You're whole yapping ain't leading to any-"

"Well partner I ain't even done talking yet! That's half of what I wanted to say!"

"... Oh you've gotta be fucking with me."

"I was wondering, with this information... And me now knowing what you're ACTUALLY here for, what if... You were to actually say the name to your... Oh so frail boss? "

Aspen's eyes widened in horror and anger. They got up a bit, although the injury stinged a lot they didn't focus on it.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HIM FRAIL YOU-"

"Calm down buddy! Don't start barking or bitin' just yet- If he did know about the stuff your doing and the organization behind it, I don't think he would even be THAT concerned. But! I sure do think that your 'wonderful' organization would be very VERY concerned! What if he spreads it? What if he tells someone else? They surely can't bear such a risk. So, what if I... Told him?

" ... Pffh... Hah... HAHAHAHA!"

Aspen bursted into laughter.

"Tell? Him? YOURSELF? HAH! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE CONTACT WITH HIM! HOW WOULD YOU EVEN-"

"Oh I could! I just need to borrow a lil somethin' from ya. I thought you wouldn't mind!"

"Borrow... What now?"

Aspen checked his pockets.. Lighter check... Extra gun check... Phone- wait. Where the.. WHERE IS THEIR PHONE?!

"YOU TOOK MY DAMN-"

"You damn bet I did! Sometime ya gotta be sneaky to get what ya want!"

The robot started to show off the phone in front of Aspen. They could feel themself falling.

"Oh and before you could say I don't have the password, I managed to pass through it! No need for that now!"

"..Damn it I should've known 1234567895 wasn't a good one."

"With this, I could easily send a message to your dear boss... And once that's sent he will get killed on the spot! I already have the message prepared!"

The thing showed off the message and... IT HAD THE- NONONO

"In a single click everything will be destroyed, for you! Say bye bye to your dear boss.. And do pray he survives! I sure won't! I'm sure the D-"

Aspen quickly grabbed some liquor from their coat, threw it on the robot covering it with it, pulled out their lighter, quickly lit it up and threw it directly onto the robots face. Lighting the robot on fire. They then proceeded to shoot the robot, shot his neck and his head multiple times, not showing signs of stopping until... The bullets ran out. The robot fell back, not responding.

"... Don't you dare finish that damn sentence."

Taking a few seconds to take a breath they got up, grabbed their phone and quickly went to the end of the hallway just to get as far away as possible from that damn robot.

Before they could notice they quickly dodged some huge tentacles hitting a robot that was holding SMG4. Oh hey it's that gremlin person again! Cool!

"Nice work ribbon girl!"

They kept on running until they reached the end where they found Lucian who just managed to get chokehold on one of the robots. They didn't realize it but Lari was there too. Coolio. They both take out the remaining robots near.

"Not gonna lie, I wasn't expecting you to be a good fighter!"

"Uh, thanks for the compliment?"

"Whoops, on your left!"

"Huh-"

BANG!

*floof =3*

A robot tried to pounce on Lari but Aspen managed to shoot it in time.

"Thank me later! =P"

They went off wrestling their own robot and manger to beat it up till scrap. Nice practice. Would've had a better mood if it weren't for THAT robot but eh, beating this one to a pulp makes up for it.

Brushing off the dust from their hands, Aspens looks behind them and sees a robot that had also just been destroyed.

"You done?"

"Yeah."

"Oh nice they're all dead! So cool to see these dead robots. Derserved."

They then proceeded to make an L sign in front of one of bots, mocking it while giggling. They sure are enjoying this.

"Can't believe that smug ass tv mass produced this weird AI thing. Creepy."

"I think that's a sign that he's just insecure."

"Makes sense. Such a wimp! I'mma go loot the hell outta these things."

Before they would start, they turned back to Lari.

"Oh and by the way, you ain't too bad. So I won't go too hard on ya!"

They then proceeded to loot the robots. Lari stands there a bit surprised as this was their first interaction with the guy but eh, it was nice.

Looking at the end of the hallway they saw a beat up, shredded Lucian about to finish off the last robot. But he... Wasn't moving? He looked lost? They were confused. They decided to speak up as they felt something... Something.. Wrong....

"Hey! Hey bubble head guy! You there?"

No response...

"HEY YOU SHOULD REALLY SHOOT THE THING BEFORE IT GETS UP."

The robots moving...

"GODDAMNIT LUCIAN-"

Aspen tried to run towards him but didn't get there in time. The robot stabbed his side, bad.

Grabbing his side, Lucian now slightly staggered against a wall, muttering a heavy curse as he felt blood run down his side.

Panting for a moment Aspen looked at Lucian then right back the robot.

"You're not the only person who's getting the robots tricks huh? Damn menace."

“Wow, I’ve got to say. I am impressed. You actually defeated me! One point to you!”

Oh god this AI thing is a pain in the ass.

Shoving the pain and the clear danger coming with it to the side, Lucian now glanced up at the nearest camera.

“Open the damn door, Wr3n.”

Wren? Wren.. THE WREN?! AND THE GUY SAID IT SO CASUALLY- wait. Thats actually, how did they not notice? THAT SILHOUETTE WAS SO OBVIOUS! Ugh, the idiot they were.

Now hearing the name, yeah. Everything made sense. Of course that son of a gun would be the type of thing to push people to their limits. That guy never HAD any limits to his yapping anyways.

Wr3n started to chuckle.

“You’re more than capable of that. Though, I gotta say, I’m not quite satisfied yet. How about another game?”

Oh god what other things does this menace have up on his sleeve?

Lucian simply shook his head, before gesturing for the nearest capable person, in this case Grinnames, to help open the steel gate.

Oh wait, they never did notice Grinnames was there? Oh how quiet they were. Grinnames, who understood what Lucian was gesturing now attempted to break through the steel gate.

While he let her do that, Wr3n continued on, unbothered.

“Oh, I know! This one is a favorite of mine. The floor is lava in 120…119…”

What.

“Guys…Guys, we need to move.”, Lucian meant, taking a deep breath as his side went up in flames as he now stepped forward. “Control room. NOW. That maniac is gonna fry the floor!”

What the hell did he meant by.. oh. OH. OH SHOOT THEY NEED TO GET OUT.

Not offering any more explanation, Lucian slammed open the doors as soon as the steel doors were broken, running or rather walking as fast as he could down the remaining halfway towards the double door to the Security Department, opening all following doors to the control room as fast as he could.

“Go, go, go!”, he spoke through what sounded like gritted teeth, holding the door to the control room open.

Aspen, who was quick on their feet- wait their floating? Uhhhhhh nah I'm still gonna use it. Anyways, who was quick on their feet managed to get in the control room in time. Peaking out the door, watching the remaining other run as fast as they can before the floor fries up.

Lucian, who was standing outside, watches anxiously as everyone started to get in one after another.

“40...39…38”

That damn thing is not slowing down.

The lights started to flicker again. Aspen had no idea what that meant but judging by what happened last time when the lights flickered this was not going to be better than last time.

10…9…8…7..6…5…4…3…

“CLOSE THE DOOR!”

A loud bang could be heard as the metal door shut right behind the last person. For a second there was silence, before a loud electrical crackle could be heard just outside. 

One more second and Wr3n would have fried them all on that floor.

“Would you look at that, you actually did it! Color me impressed!”

Taking a breather, Aspen sat near wall. Holding their coat as they see black blood dripping down. They didn't even take the time to process the very serious wound. Yet they didn't pay much mind to it. Mistakes are just happy little incidents right?

They started to watch as the others scrambled around. Some seem distraught, others seemed furious. For the right reasons. Time had gone so fast that Lucian already disabled the lockdown, finally.

”Lockdown is lifted.", he now announced to the rest of the group, before letting himself slide down onto the floor, back against the panel. “But I can’t shut down Wr3n. Sorry, guys, we are the safest here.”

Ugh, they're stuck. Great.

They didn't have the mood to talk, nor move. The injury was kind of taking a toll on them.

... Why was he here... Oh right. They looked at the control panel infront of them. But before they could start.. Damn it the undercover guy is on there. How the hell are they going to steal information when that guy is literally on there? Damnit. Maybe they should wait. Patience.

Almost dozing off, they watched.. And watched.... And watched..... Damn that battle sure wore the hell outta them.

Time passed and.. CLANK! Wuh. What the hell was that sound. The next second Aspen opened their eyes they saw... Michaels hand? Wait. They can't be hallucinating right? How the..

As they looked up they saw.. Michael and the fish person talking to each other. Everyone's attention on them.

Oh god. They weren't hallucinating. Just what in the hell was happening? Before they knew it Michael(?) ripped off his jaw brutally before his body fell onto the floor, leaving a loud bang sound that echoed throughout the frightened and distraught crowd.

What.. Happened? It all happened so quickly that they could even process what just happened?

Watching the sight. It just. Reminded them of something. A memory. It felt like it happened but didn't? This didn't FEEL like their memory. Was it even THEIR memory? Was their mind playing tricks on them? Why were they picturing a.. Mangled and broken star instead of Michael? What the hell? No. This isn't real. Why. Why?

Voices started to echo. God why won't it stop? Its getting annoying.

"Remember"? "I'm you"? "Give it back"? What in the world was their mind spouting at them? One more echo and their going to go batshit craz-

Suddenly all too familiar voice spoke, breaking Aspen out of their thoughts.

“I invited you, gave you a CHOICE and the second, one small thing goes WRONG, you backstab me.”, RTV now muttered, voice gradually becoming louder with each word, as he now glared at the group. “You think this is all just a fun little EVENT, don’t you? What, you think there won’t be consequences for your choices?”

Oh shit. This isn't good.

He let out a dry laugh, the back of the chair breaking off from how tight he had grabbed it.

If you could hear that through the speaker than that's surely a terrible, TERRIBLE sign!

“It’s a SHAME the votes were anonymous, because now, you all will have to PAY for the majority.”

Pay what now.

“Nobody here is leaving. Not before we made some things CLEAR. So, step on through.”

With that, each screen in the control room and the Health Department now displayed static, before switching to showcase a blue and purple location with TVs hanging on the walls.

This was... Oddly. Familiar.

“You can go through…”, Lucian now sighed back in the control room to his group, his voice slightly lighter than usual thanks to the blood loss. “He wants you to enter his TV dimension.”

"Nope nope nope nope nope"

Aspen proceeded to continue to say nope, pull out their phone and do something?

"I ain't dealing with this shi-"

BEEP

Huh.

BEEP

BEEP

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"

Aspen looked into his phone screen in distraught.

"I THOUGHT THIS DAMN PORTAL THING COULD WORK IN ANY SORT OF SITUATION!"

Pissed off, they were about to say something else before taking a breath and putting their phone back in their coat.

"*sighs* I'm gonna have to file a complaint to those higher ups."

Standing there for a second, they turned back with a smile and walked towards the control panel.

"Welp, fun ride. I COULD'VE TOOK THE OTHER WAY OUT BUTTTT, I can't. So whatever."

Without hesitation Aspen went in, not knowing what the hell happens next.

But what is for certain?

It ain't good.

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