#you wear find things well 2 electric boogaloo

[dean-winchesters-clit]

I noticed a detail in the kiss scene that I need to talk about before I combust

Okay, so, I was scrolling through the Our Flag Means Death tag and saw this pair of gifs by @eddie-redcliffe.

Towards the end of the second one, you can see Ed begin to pull back from what is a very chaste kiss. This is when the shot cuts to the over the shoulder of Stede and his hand moves into Ed's hair, holding him in place and turning the kiss more passionate.

Ed's posture becomes more tense before he reaches up and pushes Stede away gently, asking him if they can go slow.

Stede literally did the middle-aged-gay-man-discovers-he-really-likes-intimacy-after-kissing-another-man thing we've been speculating and joking about for a year and a half! Sweet touch-starved baby boy was given the tiniest bit of physical contact and he grabbed hold of it as hard as he could to keep it from going away again.

And Ed calling their hand-holding "perfect" is just so wonderful and reassuring. Almost like he realized that Stede needed some sort of touch to ground him, something to keep reminding him that they're together and working towards more even if Ed isn't ready to go all the way yet. He meets Stede in the middle, finds a place where they're both comfortable and makes it clear that that kind of touch is welcome. Stede needed reassurance that he wasn't being pushed away and Ed gave it to him perfectly and I just-

(all gifs provided by @eddie-redcliffe thank you so much!)

[aurae-rori]

DR RATIO ANALYSIS: PART 2, ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

SPOILERS FOR 2.1 CONTENT.

Now, you might be saying - "Aurae, you already did one, why do you need a second?" And my answer is, "LORD, I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT HOW HIS DEFINITION OF 'IDIOT' IS DIFFERENT. AND ALSO HE DOES NOT HATE AVENTURINE NOR DOES HE THINK AVENTURINE IS STUPID." Once again, here is my disclaimer - although I have been researching psychology for a solid six years, I am NOT a professional. (I will be, one day. Just you wait, just youuuu wait-) So understand that everything I say has been analyzed with personal judgement, with my own conclusions, come to with logic and my personal interpretation. This is just what I have concluded, and you are always free to disagree.

This is my legacy. To be an analyzer. So let's go.

Okay, now that my disclaimer is over, let's take off Ratio's plaster head and chuck it into the sea, and see - what does he mean by 'idiot'?

This will be much shorter than my last, so don't worry - I will not be flashbanging you with another 4k words. This is more like a follow up, than anything else, because there's a few things I wish to touch on.

Dr. Ratio doesn't hate idiots in the sense that he hates people that have 'low IQ' or are 'stupid' in terms of being 'slow to understand'. I definitely touched on this in my last analysis, but he hates people who take their education for granted and don't go places with the gifts that they've been given. He hates "idiots" - "narrow minded" people who have the capabilities to do more and perceive more than they choose to do. People who deliberately look away or take what they know and what they could do for granted. He wants to open people's eyes and allow them to see life from multiple different angles and he believes that everyone should have a chance to learn - with the whole "knowledge for everyone" thing he's got rolling.

He wears a plaster head around people he doesn't seem to know too well in order to think more, or so that he doesn't have to see the faces of the people he dislikes. Pretty good roast. However, he does NOT wear that plaster head around Aventurine. Let's listen to the doctor's judgement - Aventurine is far from stupid. Although he likes to chalk up a lot of the things he does to his own luck, he is an INCREDIBLY capable individual who's managed to get this far because of his own form of genius. He's a man who relies on chance and good fortune, yes, but his charm, his way of scheming, and the way that he's good with people? That's skill. A talent he doesn't take for granted. Dr. Ratio respects him for this - because despite the fact that he has no proper education, he has his eyes wide open to the world and doesn't take shit for granted. He learns what he can in order to survive and he does it fucking well - Aventurine is a very smart man. He's observant, quick on his feet, and great at going with the flow and thinking in the moment.

Aventio aside, I actually believe that Dr. Ratio would be a really good teacher to those who struggle. He's patient where it's needed to be, even if he's got a quick temper, and I believe in his pursuit for knowledge he would do his best to go out of his way to find strategies that would work for their individuals. We're all unique, and he's aware of this - and because he wants to allow people to think for themselves, whatever helps the individual works. Depression? He's got a psych degree, I'm sure bro could give you some strategies. Autism? He has a touch of the 'tism himself. ADHD, and not feeling organized? Bro will help you. It's canon that he's a great fucking teacher - those who finish his classes go on to become successful people who are intelligent and critical thinkers. Round of applause for Ratio, the man that kins my father. He's shit at emotions, but great at knowledge.

Also, on that note, I believe that he would most likely hate parents that push thier "gifted" students to the limit without any compassion for the person that they really are. He's most definitely got some of that academic trauma so I believe that bro holds a secret disdain for parents who just use their children to gain more recgonition. Well, not so secret. He'd cuss them out. (Ratio please cuss out the horrible parents.)

Dr. Ratio, the Teacher ever. (Hey, maybe he'd get along with Kunikida...)

Also, I am definitely planning on making a fic where he teaches Aventurine Latin. As long as you're eager to learn and willing to look past the chalk being thrown, he's got a place for you.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk. I did not read this through, so this is not edited. Take my unedited rambles.

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

Houswardens x male reader but reader is from the apocalypse: gas mask edition part 2, the electric Boogaloo

We got azul and kalim today. I was going to do Vil too but it's been a while since I started this and I just need to get it out. I'll do him and idia next time. Maybe malleus too.

Azul Ashengrotto

Leona 2.0

This man took one look at you and said no

He took one whiff of you and said fuck no

And it wasn't just the chemicals this time, no, because there was also the faintest, familiar smell of the sea....

The salty, sweet, familiar smell of his home was mixed with gun powder, plastic, and chemicals

And he hated it

What the hell are you? Why did you snell like the sea? Were you a another merman like him and the tweels?

You weren't, he'd come to find out

This did not make things better

Probably made them worse tbh

And what in hell is on your face

It looks....

unnatural. creepy. Disturbing.

....

Welp.

Time to avoid you at all costs

He doesn't really make it a secret that he doesn't want anything to do with you

And he fully expects you to take the hint and maintain about ten feet of personal space between the two of you at all times

Unfortunately for him, you either don't take the hint, or you've decided you were done with giving fucks, because you just so happen to currently be in the middle of the Monstro lounges' restaurant

....well shit

No but seriously what the fuck are you doing here?

Like, do you want to make a deal? Are you just hungry? Are you going to pull out a gun and start blasting? What.

It turned out to be the second option, but he was still pretty suspicious

You understand right? Of course you do

So, with a heap of fake confidence, he gathered his only two friends (that also doubled as bodyguards), and went out into the lobby to question both his existence and your presence

"Oh hello. I'm sorry to intrude, but what business do you have here?"

"...am I not allowed to be here"

"Oh no no no no! My apologies, I misspoke. I just mean...do you want lunch, or did you come here to strike a deal?"

"..."

"What kind of deal?"

And with that, he panics

He didn't think this far, what could you possibly want? And more importantly, what the hell could he get out of it?!

He looked towards jade

Jade didn't look back at him, and consequently missing the panic in azuls eyes

Instead, jade guides you up from your chair and towars the back

You know, where they do "business"

Azul took a sharp inhale

Can't turn back now

It's OK. He can do this.

He couldnt do this

But by god he could act like it

So calmly, and with a heart that has beating much too fast, he caught up with the tweels, looking calm and collected

And feeling the opposite

...

When he put the contract out in front of you, he was...a bit disturbed to say the least

The mask. It blocked out your face, so he couldn't see your face, or your eyes through the dark lenses

But the tilt of your head let him know that you weren't looking at the contract at all

No, you were looking at him

Oh great seven-

"Is something the matter?"

"No. Well, yes. You never answered my question. Just what kind if deal is this?"

"Well. If you would just look down, you'd see our contract-"

"No. I want to hear this from you directly"

Ah shit. Why.

In all honesty, he hadn't thought about this contract too much. Taking what little information he had about you and making an assumption

The contract was one that would change your face to anything you wanted

I mean, you must be a bit...unsightly, right?

Why else would you wear a mask?

When he told you this, you just stared at him, and he got the sudden feeling that he had made a mistake of some kind

"I'd say I'm rather decent, considering my circumstances."

"Then why, may I ask, do you wear a mask?"

"I don't know how clean the air is here. My sector was right by the ocean, so we had a lot of toxins in the air. You understand"

....

Pause

"Well i... i cant say i do. And toxins? What exactly does living right next to an ocean have to do with toxins?!"

Also sector? What the fuck does that mean?

Azul knew he was losing his cool right now, but honestly he was tempted to take your words as slander

He saw Floyd getting figitty out of the corner of his eye

Oh that wasn't good

You however, looked confused, your body language at least

What?

Azul took a deep, deep breath in

He could question your words another time

Right now, he had business

"OK. So I'll ask again. Why do you wear a mask?"

"...I'm going to assume you don't know what a gas mask is then."

No Y/N. No he doesn't

"The mask I'm wearing right now is a special one that allows me to breathe in toxic or chemical gases without dying, or become terminally I'll at least....I prefer to keep it on thankyou."

Well that explained nothing

But it also explained...everything

Ah, so the air quality were you were from is bad huh?

But how bad? You mentioned people dying, from what he assumes was simply by breathing, so it must have been...terrible

...Damn

But still, how was this because of the ocean?

How was what you were describing, because of his home?

You got up from your seat

Oh?

"I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I have no interest in being in this contract. I think I'll leave the lounge now actually. I need to find ace and duece"

Azul saw jade reach out to touch his brother's arm, stopping him from saying or doing anything too...reckless

...huh.

Azul dispelled the contract

...

Well now he had questions

What type of air do you know

And more importantly, what type of water

Kalim Al-Asim

Social cues and the concept of self preservation completely fly over this man's head

So of course he just straight up gies up to you and asks

Or at least, he tries to

Yeeeaaaahhhh no, jamils not gonna let that slide

Sorry but if kalim dies on his watch, he's the one who takes the blame and...."gets in trouble"

Kalim doesn't really know what to think about the mask

And that only fuels his curiosity, and jamils impending breakdown, that much more

Kalim shares the grand majority of his classes with jamil, so most of the time he's just stuck starring at you when he wants answers

Fortunately for him, unfortunately for everyone else, he still has a few classes without jamil there to keep him alive

Bro sees an opportunity and bro takes it

One moment your trying to do your homework before class starts and the next you're on the floor

Good thing you didn't see him coming because you were about this damn close to rocking his shit

🤏 This. Damn. Close

His smile almost made it worth the panic though

"Y/N Y/N! Can I ask a question? What's with the mask?"

"The mask? Oh. It's to breathe air"

"...huh?"

Now you have to remember, kalim has a lot of siblings, a lot of younger siblings at that, so he's a little used to people saying slightly cryptic things with full confidence that he'll understand

Which, usually, he does one way or another

This is not one of those times

"What do you mean to breathe air? The air's fine?"

"Well maybe to you. But I don't have magic"

"...uh"

You look at his confused face, and quickly begin to realize that the other people in the class, including Mr.Trein are all starring at you.

Oh yeah. You were laying on the floor with Kalim on top of you and talking about the air.

...which you had to say look remarkably clearer than what it was from your world, but then again, people here have magic.

...

Oh yeah, you're still on the floor

"Uh, Kalim. Can you maybe get off of me please?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah!"

I'm sorry what?

What did you not having magic have to do with your ability to breathe air?

Maybe you were merfolk?

No that's not it, if you were merfolk azul wouldn't look at you like you just said the sun was a cookie

So....

Yeah he doesn't know what's going on

Kalim, being kalim, tells jamil

And Jamil, being Jamil, connects the dots for him with one simple sentence

"Maybe the air was really bad where he came from or something"

Everybody praise jamil for being both the smartest bitch on the planet and being able to make the most obvious connect for his oblivious master

No really, praise him, he deserves it

But now that he has a reasonable answer to his question, this is once again, your problem

BECAUSE THE VERY NEXT DAY

"Hey you know the air is clean right?"

"Huh?"

"The air. It's clean. You don't have to wear a mask"

"Kalim. I don't know how to explain this to you any better. I don't. Have. Magic."

"And you don't need magic!"

"Y/N! It's clean!"

"..."

Kalim brought you some of jamils food the next day

You still had your mask on, but you were a bit more figity than usual

And he noticed

____________________

Holy shit I am so glad that's finally done.

I'm going to work on a request and then I'm writing jamil smut....so uh. Look forward to that ig

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Uh, idk if you do requests, but the dateables reacting to MC having glasses??? I wear them, and never see things with MC needing them in any posts. You are amazing 💕

nope my request are currently closed but as someone that also wears glasses I wanted to do it, also sorry it took so long and hope it´s what you imagined, I just remembered isn´t Diavolo like the only one who we never saw wearing Glasses?

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Diavolo:

so you need Glasses to help you see? they suit you wonderfully! he can´t believe you could look even better than you usually do

definitely the type of person who would try them on and then say he can´t imagine how you can even see anything with them

I can also see him just breaking them on accident especially if you put them near your alarm clock or fall asleep with your Glasses still on

but at least he´ll buy you a new, no matter how expensive if you like he´ll get it

and secretly made a Glasses stash so you won´t find out how many times he accidentaly broke them

Barbatos:

Barbatos seems like the type of person to constantly carries something around to clean Glasses with, either for his own or your Glasses

he even tries to condition you into cleaning them because he refuses to compliment you until they are cleaned

he fails every time and just cleans them himself before giving you a kiss and telling you you look great

you´re actually wondering why he sometimes has to wear Glasses? he can move so smoothly without them it makes you Orange with Envy

but when you tried his Glasses you nearly fell over, who would have thought Barbatos had such a bad sight?

Solomon:

Glasses buddies

both of you definitely switched Glasses at least once and both of you got dizzy from that one

he would also be part of the Club never cleans their Glasses under any circumstance

also thinks your Glasses make you look even better, he might even use the fact that both of you wear Glasses to somehow one up the Brothers seems like a Solomon thing to do

it was also really funny when both of you lost your Glasses and were just stumbling around without knowing where you were going

as much as it sucked, it was also kinda funny

he also hide your Glasses once so he can keep you on his arm, very rude of him

Simeon:

Glasses buddies Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

you also accidentally said this one out loud and tried to explain Simeon where this came from, he did not get it

he thinks your Glasses suit you well and compliment your appearance wonderfully

but he does not like that you constantly refuse to clean them, how can you even see anything?

will probably clean your Glasses for you when he sees how they look, I can definitely see him being that person who always complains about how dirty someone´s Glasses are

you also switched Glasses once he was floored on how much you need and you could see nothing than some blurry lines

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 17: Thigh Highs Save Lives (Stockings)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic finds himself quite enamored with a particular choice of clothing

Tags: Stockings, thigh highs, thigh jobs, oral, Medic is a thigh guy cause I said so

Word Count: 2.8k

The Masterlist

Medic hadn’t taken his eyes off of you from the moment you entered the bar. Everyone was out celebrating a rather large streak of victories. You had arrived a bit later than the rest of the team, as you wanted to change into something a bit nicer than your work uniform. This was one of the fancier bars in town, after all, but that wasn’t saying much. Still, you liked to feel pretty every now and then, even if it was a rather casual outfit. It wasn’t the outfit that caught Medic’s attention, but rather one specific article of clothing you had included.

Stockings. Thigh high socks, to be exact, worn with shorts. It was actually a rather practical way to guard your bare legs from the cold desert night while also not being too hot in the crowded environment of the bar. Well, maybe they kept you from feeling hot, but they were doing Medic no favors. He practically burned with envy whenever you laughed or danced with his drunken coworkers. You were simply having fun, but surely if he could see how beautiful you looked in those godforsaken things, they all could too.

The thought of them and the other patrons laying their lascivious gazes on you had him downing his beer in an attempt to cool his temper. It was uncharacteristic of him to get jealous so easily, but you had awakened something in him, something he wasn’t expecting at all. Medic shook his head, giving himself a quick reality check. His coworkers probably couldn’t care less about what you were wearing, most of them being far too intoxicated to even see you as more than a blurry figure leading them through the steps of some generic dance.

That thought calmed his nerves and he chuckled as he watched you struggle to keep Demoman from toppling over a bar stool. He was even more drunk than normal. It was a good sign in Medic’s opinion. If his coworkers were drunk enough once they returned to the base, he could easily explore his newfound affinity with you without the risk of anyone overhearing, and if they did, then they most likely wouldn’t remember. He couldn’t hold back a grin at the thought, now waiting eagerly for closing time while nursing a fresh beer.

—

By the time you arrived back at the base it was nearing midnight, and it felt like an eternity before Medic could finally return back to his own room. He would have been able to go there immediately if some of his less eloquent colleagues hadn’t decided to cause a massive bar fight within an hour of closing time. He hadn’t even figured out how the fight had started, but it led to his current task of picking beer bottle shards out of Scout’s arm, all to the tune of the Bostonian’s incessant complaining. Once he was certain there was no more glass protruding from Scout’s skin he bandaged the arm a bit more hastily than usual, eager to send his patient on his way and return to his room, and more importantly, to you.

He prayed the flush in his cheeks wasn’t noticeable in the relatively dim light of the infirmary as he ushered Scout away and quickly made a beeline for his private quarters. The click of his boots seemed louder than normal in the thankfully empty halls as he made his way to you, knowing you would be waiting for him. After all, he had asked you to, and you were always so obedient for him.

When he finally reached his room he opened the door to find you sitting at his desk. You were reading one of his books on human anatomy. While the material was a bit beyond you, you were fascinated by the diagrams as well as some of the photographs of real internal organs featured in the book. Medic was oddly disappointed, but he mentally shook himself- had he really expected you to be kneeling in nothing but your stockings, waiting for him? All he had asked of you was to wait in his room, and you had done just that. If he wanted more, he should have been more specific.

You looked up from the book and gave him a wide smile, one which seemed far too innocent. You really had no idea what those garments did to him. Everything from the way they clung to your legs to the way the flesh of your thighs naturally protruded ever so slightly over the hem was a source of erotic allure.

“Finally finished?” you asked, placing the book aside. You stood up, approaching him with that unwavering smile. “I swear, I could hear Scout complaining from here-”

You were cut off with a rough kiss. Medic grasped your upper arms, holding you still as he dominated your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs. You moaned against his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered. His hands wandered low on your body, squeezing and caressing until you were quite aware of the subtle heat building between your legs. You clenched your thighs together with a muffled whine.

“I want you in my bed, now,” he growled, breathing hard when the two of you parted. Such a stern order coupled with the suddenness of everything made your head spin. Quickly, you made your way over to the bed with Medic trailing close behind. You sat down on the mattress, reaching down to undress, but your wrist was snatched in a death grip the moment your fingers touched the hem of the stockings. You winced, and Medic immediately released you.

“So sorry, meine liebe,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “But please, allow me.”

With a nod from you, he proceeded to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down over your legs and removing them, taking care not to accidentally pull the thigh highs down as well. Your underwear followed soon after. You watched him with a confused tilt of your head, trying to figure out what he was doing. It was only when he began to absentmindedly stroke your thighs up and down that a lightbulb finally went off in your head.

“Medic,” you began, grabbing his attention. He glanced up at you, barely pausing as he felt the fabric beneath his fingertips. “Do you like the stockings?”

He paused, before letting out a short laugh. “Is it not obvious, meine liebe?”

His laughter was contagious, and you found yourself chuckling along with him. “It’s just interesting. I would have worn them sooner if I knew they got you this worked up. Maybe I’ll have to buy some more.”

“Gott, ja,” Medic gasped, the very thought of you purchasing more gorgeous, thigh hugging garments just for him making him breathless. “I would like that very much.”

You weren’t used to getting such strong reactions out of Medic, especially so soon. Perhaps that’s why you were so easily convinced by his next request. You could tell he had something on his mind, his brows knitted together and his mouth parting slightly as if he was trying to find the right words. You waited patiently for him to finally compose himself as he stroked your thighs, as if he was soothing himself with the texture of the fabric and the subtle give of your flesh under his grip.

“Liebchen, this may sound odd,” he began, his face going pink. You were suddenly very interested in what he had to say. Not much could make Medic blush. Furthermore, it was very difficult to find something the mad doctor would consider ‘odd.’ You gave a small nod, urging him to go on, which he did with a shaky inhale. “I want to feel your thighs around my cock.”

After a brief moment of confusion, you realized what he meant. Thigh fucking had never been something you would have considered yourself, but you certainly weren’t unwilling to try, especially if it meant getting more reactions out of Medic.

“I think I understand,” you said, sitting up and turning around so your back faced him. Medic began to unfasten his belt, almost frantic in his race to undress. His pace only slowed once his pants were off and he could press himself between your thighs

You heard him gasp and felt the rise of his chest against your back. He went still for a moment, and you felt him twitch between your legs which urged you to clench your thighs tighter. When he began to rock his hips you allowed yourself to lean back against him, letting yourself relax and simply enjoy the ride. You couldn’t help but watch with rapt attention at the way Medic’s cock speared between your thighs, already dripping precum onto the sheets. The only thing that could steal your attention away from that sight were the sounds he was making. With his head nestled against your shoulder, you could easily hear every enraptured noise, even those he tried to muffle with desperate bites to your neck and collar.

Medic fucked between your thighs desperately, his steady rhythm growing rougher and harder. His arms wrapped around you at one point to keep you from falling forward, keeping you pressed flush against his body. He didn’t seem to notice your needy whimpers as he pleasured himself, not until you managed to finally utter a coherent word.

“Medic!” you cried, and for a moment, he seemed to snap out of his pleasure fueled daze. It was then that it finally dawned on him that he had been focusing on his own desire for far too long. While he loathed the idea of withdrawing from the plush comfort of your thighs, Medic knew that better things awaited him. He pulled away with a soft noise, akin to a whine, and you quickly turned back to face him, pulling him into a kiss before he could say a word.

He leaned forward, deepening the kiss and pushing you back onto the bed. You let him push your thighs apart and tried to wrap your legs around his waist only for Medic to stop you, holding your legs still and pulling away from the kiss. You shivered in anticipation as you watched him descend down your body, trailing ghost-like kisses in his wake until he finally reached your cunt. With little warning, Medic delved his tongue into you, making you shout in delight. He held your thighs firmly enough that if the stockings weren’t there you would be able to see bruises blooming beneath his fingers. You rested your legs on his shoulders, sitting up slightly so that you could see him.

Medic’s eyes had drifted shut, brows knitted in concentration as he focused on your pleasure, tasting, teasing, and savoring every bit of you until he had his fill. Then he would begin focusing on your clit, making you squirm and whine, his grip tightening to keep you still. Right when you were at the brink he would stop, moving from your clit to kiss your inner thighs, paying no mind to your frustrated whimpering. He continued this pattern for a while, slowly working you up before denying you the release you craved again and again until you finally lost your patience, reaching down and taking a fistful of his hair.

His eyes snapped open as you pulled him off you. You were going to say something, to tell him to quit teasing you already, but the look in Medic’s gaze, almost animalistic in his expression, made your heart skip a beat and the words caught in your throat. Any complaints you may have had were forgotten as you tasted yourself on his lips and tongue. It was a passionate, desperate dance that only paused when one of you needed to part for air. Even so, you felt him shifting on top of you, fitting himself between your legs as he kissed you.

“Bitte, wrap your legs around me, liebchen,” he whispered between breaths. You did as you were told, pulling him close as he finally entered you. He shuddered, fixing you with a lustful gaze before starting a slow, but steady pace.

With an impatient whine, you used your legs to pull him deeper into you, bucking your hips until Medic finally picked up his pace, allowing you to simply sit back and enjoy the ride. He rutted into you desperately, spurred on by the way you began to moan and writhe beneath him. Even so, his movements were no less calculated than usual. They were quite rough however, and you whimpered when he delivered a particularly hard thrust to your core. He stuttered and slowed, and you felt his hand come up to cup your face. You opened your eyes, not even realizing until now that you had been squeezing them shut, and you were met with his gentle expression. His thumb gently brushed over your cheek and you leaned into his touch, cherishing a brief moment of calm.

“Am I being too rough?” It took you a moment to register what he said, but once you did you quickly shook your head.

“No, I’m alright,” you said. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

Medic nodded and began moving again. This time you could tell he was trying to reign himself in, focusing on your pleasure. Eventually, he did start to increase his speed, but it was a slow buildup, giving your body plenty of time to adjust. All the while he continued to stroke your thighs, practically shivering at the sensation of those garments under his palms and wrapping tight around his waist. You meanwhile were content to lose yourself in bliss, so much so that you barely heard Medic ask you if you were enjoying yourself. You also failed to notice the devilish smirk he gave before slipping a finger beneath the hem of one of your stockings, pulling it, and letting it snap back against your skin. You gasped, the sting bringing you back to reality.

“I asked you a question, meine liebe,” Medic whispered, making it clear that he expected a verbal answer from you.

“Yes! Fuck,” you stammered through your words, desperately trying to string together a coherent sentence as you became aware of the pleasure building between your legs. “I’m so fucking close!”

Medic knew that he was nearing his limit too, no matter how much he didn’t want this to end. You shuddered as his hands trailed up from your thighs until they reached your hips. His fingers dug into your skin as his grip tightened and you gasped when he hoisted you up suddenly, making it far easier for him to hit that sweet, incredibly sensitive area inside you. You couldn’t keep yourself from trembling as he pounded into that spot repeatedly, and you knew you were moaning, even if you were too blissed out to hear yourself think, let alone speak. Whatever sounds you were making, Medic certainly seemed to enjoy them.

“Gott, I love hearing you scream like this, singing so nicely for me. Good girl.” His words came between strangled moans as he tried to stave off his own climax. It was no use, and before long he was coming undone, his movements becoming uneven and frantic.

You weren’t far behind, coming hard with a few more well placed thrusts, back arching and legs tightening around his waist, pulling him close against you as you cried out loud enough to risk being overheard. At the moment, you couldn’t care less who heard you. You were vaguely aware that you were calling for him, a soft mantra of ‘Medic,’ being repeated even as you came down from your high. It was akin to the calls he heard on the battlefield, although with the stark difference that those were usually cries of pain rather than pleasure.

“I’m here, liebchen, I have you.” His voice was as breathless as your own cries. He used the last bit of his strength to withdraw from you, pulling you into his embrace as he rolled to the side. The way your body trembled in his arms almost worried him, until he brushed a hand over your cheek and saw the soft smile that spread across your face. It was obvious that you had very much enjoyed yourself. It was a beautiful sight to see you so satisfied and relaxed.

Medic was quite the sight as well. He looked weary, eyes half lidded and breathing heavily. It was rare that he was equally, if not more exhausted than you were after activities such as this, and you took pride in the fact that you had managed to tire him out as well. You quite liked his contented expression, as well as the adorable struggle he put up against the beckoning of sleep. You loved it almost as much as you loved the ravenous way he had fucked you senseless.

You nestled against his chest, signaling that you were happy to fall asleep like this, limbs entangled with each other atop messy sheets. The stockings you wore were still on, and you probably wouldn’t find an opportunity to remove them until morning. Before finally letting yourself drift off, you made a mental note to wear them more often- and maybe even buy some more for special occasions.

[web-novel-polls]

Web Novel Weapon Tournament

[Please be courteous in the notes.]

Xin Mo - Luo Binghe’s sword (Ver. 2: Electric Boogaloo - SVSSS)

Submission: 

it is literally The web novel weapon??? like it’s the demon emperor’s golden finger that he found in the eternal abyss? it has fanon continuity points as well if you believe that the metal rod wei wuxian (MDZS) touches in the mouth of the turtle is either a previous or later form of xin mo. Xin Mo is soooooooo good that it had to fight itself at one point! XIN MO SUPREMACY !!!!!!!

Ruoye - Xie Lian’s spiritual device (TGCF)

Wiki Link

Submission:

Ruoye is technically a demonic weapon or whatever as it doesn't need spiritual power to control, but that also might just be because it's sentient and has a will of it's own but is deeply loyal to Xie Lian obviously. Ruoye can extend REALLY far!!! And he can form protection barriers, and decapitate zombies, and chop vegetables. There's nothing this good bandage baby can't do!! Peak performance! AND it'll pretend to do a snake dance while Xie Lian plays an instrument while busking!! Isn't that adorable! Xie Lian wears it on his wrists usually, and sometimes Ruoye will like tighten or rub his wrists to express fear or comfort Xie Lian and its so cute. Ruoye is so good. Personally I think despite Ruoyes background being like. Horribly tragic, thats what makes it so Good. All that pain and suffering made this thing that ended up protecting Xie Lian all these 800 years. But I left it last in case it's too much.  (tw suicide mention) Ruoye was created after being soaked in Xie Lian's blood when it was used to tie him up while various people stabbed him with a sword a hundred times. Then when he was able to return home, it was used by his parents to kill themselves for a variety of reasons we won't get into. Then, upon finding them, he tried to kill himself too. But his cursed shackles prevented his mortal body from dying, so when he died he just came back; he came back to a silk bandage that after taking the life of 2 royals, and being soaked in the blood of a royal and former god and stuff, it came to life!! With resentment technically. But he's a good boy.

E-ming - Hua Cheng’s cursed scimitar (TGCF)

Wiki Link 

Submission:

E-ming is the best boy. Hua Cheng forged his saber when he was defending humans who got caught in the middle of a big ghost battle for dominance, essentially. He dug out his cursed red eye and created E-ming from it. So his eye is on the pommel of the sword, right in the center above the handle, and it emotes!! When its happy, the eye curves into a crescent and it vibrates!!! It cries when Hua Cheng is mean to it in a fucked up sense of self loathing since his sword is born from him!! E-ming grows bigger when Xie Lian(Hua Cheng's god and eventual husband) kisses the blade, because silly erection joke! But also it begs Xie Lian for praise and attention because its BEST. BOY. Oh and I guess also the entirety of the heavens fears the cursed blade E-ming, which has the power to reopen any wounds its made an on an individual before. Just the thought of E-ming makes gods shake in their boots. But more importantly, he's best boy.

[mutable-manifestation]

The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch.22

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21

Part 22!

***

Jason knows Danny is letting him keep the lead - he’d seen how effortless it had been for the guy to outpace him before - but the ‘race’ is fun, anyway.

It’s less fun when he realizes Danny is giving him a bit of a lead while he is rapidly approaching a location with two complete strangers.

Not that all of his kidnappers hadn’t been relatively polite so far, but if you flip enough coins you’re bound to get tails eventually.

He glides to a stop just before the corner to the dining room doors and looks back to wait for Danny.

“Nervous?” he asks as he slows, (mis)understanding in his eyes. “Don’t be, they’re gonna love you.”

He smiles, wide and reassuring, and wow is the whole ‘this a forcible adoption’ thing is looking more likely. Which: what???

Asking Danny would be incredibly awkward if he’s wrong, and Wulf probably reports everything he does back to the guy so he’s out as well.

He’ll ask Elle or Jazz about it next time he sees them, he decides - he doubts he’ll find a way out of here before then.

Danny waits to let him take the lead, so he eventually floats out from behind the corner to approach the second couple he’s met waiting by the dining room doors.

Both of them share the same white hair and green eyes as Danny and Elle, and both look a year or two older than Danny, but that’s where the similarities stop.

The girl’s - Sam’s - skin is a pale, mint green color.

A lavender dress stretches from the base of her neck to mid-thigh, both ends having a jagged cut that makes him think of the leaves of the tower-tree. The dress sits under a deep black jacket a tad longer than the skirt. Matching black leggings lead to yet more bright lavender in the form of combat boots.

Platform combat boots.

Except the platform appears to be made of spikes.

If not for the fact that everyone seemed to prefer floating - even himself, by this point - Jason would fear for the floor.

The boy - Tucker - is back in normal human skin color territory at a medium brown. If you ignore the glow.

He wears a sky-blue long sleeved shirt and snow-white cargo pants - both trimmed in gold. Jason only knows his hair color from the small bit that peeks out from beneath his hat: a long, black beanie that drapes over either shoulder - also trimmed in gold. Strappy sandals take the place of shoes on his feet - the near polar-opposite of Sam’s footwear.

Both perk up from where they’d been whispering to each other as they catch sight of him and Danny, Tucker waving exuberantly while Sam shakes her head in amusement.

“Hey! You must be Jason,” Tucker smiles, lowering his arm as they float into a more conversational distance, Danny moving to peck Sam on the cheek and wrap the tip of his - ‘Are his legs gone, is that a tail? What?’ Jason mentally screeches - tail around Tucker’s waist.

“Or should I say… Jay-SON.” Tucker winked and made real, actual finger guns at that.

Well. That’s another point for the weird adoption theory.

Sam sighs, eyes rolling - fondly, judging by the contrasting smile.

“Ignore him. He died in the middle of a brain fart and it’s been going ever since.”

‘Died?’ Jason thinks, anxiety shuddering back to life from where it had finally begun settling down.

“Hey!” Tucker yells in mock-offense.

Sam and Danny chuckle.

“Anyway,” Tucker shakes his head, “Nice to meet you. I’m Tucker Phantom. The T ‘Ph,’ the Too Phine, husband to these two solid 10’s, the Ghost King 2: Electric Boogaloo himself.”

He points to Sam and Danny, then ends his little introduction with a dramatic bow. All Jason can focus on is the ‘Ghost King’ bit.

Sam picks up where he leaves off.

“Sam Phantom, Ghost Queen and wife to these two chuckleheads.”

Jason can no longer contain his questions, panic mounting.

“Ghost King & Queen!?” he shrieks, voice hitting a pitch he’d forgotten he could achieve when he was actually 15. “Wait- wait, you said King 2; DANNY is KING ONE!?”

The Tucker and Sam exchange looks before turning to Danny.

“Did you seriously forget to mention that you were High King of the Infinite Realms?” They chorus.

“Ah,” Danny scratches the back of his neck, “I guess so? My bad.”

Sam and Tucker double over cackling.

“Dude,” Tucker says, “How do you forget to mention that?”

“It’s not like it was relevant!” Danny’s cheeks puff out.

“Yeah, no big deal,” Sam teases, “‘Oh yeah, forgot to mention I’m the high king of the afterlife and all the dead bow to me, lolz.’”

“Wait, wait. Wait no,” Jason interrupts, terror lurching in his chest as he processes the lack of denial. “What do you mean dead and. And ghosts, I thought you were fae and- and why do I look like this? Did you KILL ME!?”

He hovers higher into the air - further away - anger and fear and denial and betrayal forming a roiling pit in his stomach.

(I can’t be dead I can’t be dead I’m NOT dead not dead notdeadnotdeadnotdead-)

“WHAT!? NO!” Danny’s reply is immediate, all three staring at him in wide-eyed shock and slowly creeping concern. “You’re a halfa! Like me! I explained this when you were in the healing tube back at the Far Frozen, don’t you remember?”

“NO! I DON’T REMEMBER! I COULDN’T HEAR ANYTHING IN THERE. WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?”

“Man, I forgot how much human hearing sucked,” Tucker blinks.

Sam smacks his shoulder, hissing “Not the time!”

Jason takes heaving breaths, staunchly ignoring the wet sensations on his face in favor of glaring at Danny as he approaches, floating slowly, hands splayed in a gesture of peace.

“Jason, you’re no more dead now than you were when I found you.”

His voice is calm but firm. Factual and gentle at once. Jason can’t help but feel a bit safer.

He hates it.

“I’m sorry to have scared you,” he continues, “I should’ve sat down to talk with you when we first got back, but I let myself get distracted. That’s on me, and I am so, so sorry. But I promise I’ll explain everything-”

“Like I’m supposed to believe a kidnapper,” Jason cuts him off bitterly, resolutely ignoring the honesty he’d gotten so far.

“Wha-kidnapper? I’ve never kidnapped anybody!”

“Right,” Jason scoffs, drifting further away from them, “So I’m not kidnapped and unable to leave. And Wulf is actually my bodyguard and not just more anti-escape measures dressed up as someone who's meant to help me to lure me into a false sense of security.”

Sam stares at him, jaw dropped. Tucker is the same until he breaks the expression to turn to Danny, who also is in a similar state - though more heavily tinged by despair.

“Dude.”

“No,” Danny starts, voice strained, expression mournful, “I am so sorry you thought that, but no. I explained all this when you were in the tube- but you couldn’t- you didn’t hear any of it- I thought you just never said anything because you were shy-”

Danny’s hands move to scrub at the back of his neck as he speaks, eyes distant. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

Jason surreptitiously wipes his face.

“Okay,” Danny breathes out, eyes opening. “Okay. To start with - initially? Yeah, okay, to be fair you were - technically - kidnapped, since I kinda didn’t explain anything before dragging you Frostbite. But ONLY because you needed a doctor pronto if you wanted to stay not-increasingly-dead, especially when you were actively absorbing literal poison with no internal defenses and- and I’m rambling. That’s not the point. The point is, you were - and are - free to leave at any point-”

“Prove it,” Jason demands. “If I’m really free to leave, open a portal to Gotham.”

“I- okay. Alright, just. Here, Tucker has your phone ready - everyone’s numbers are pre-programmed in.”

Tucker pulls a phone out of one of his many pockets and tosses it to Danny. He catches it smoothly and holds it out to Jason, who looks at it suspiciously.

“You can call whenever you want - if you have more questions or just. Want to talk to someone about all this. Or for a portal back if you need or-” he grimaces “-want to visit. It should be able to take almost anything the living world can dish out, so if you’re worried about being tracked or something you can just. Toss it in a lake or something and fish it out whenever you want to use it. I’ll just- I’ll send a text. About…being a halfa. And everything.”

With that, he swipes a hand through the air, opening a portal and floating back to give him some distance.

Jason eyes the phone, then promptly floats by without it.

Danny doesn’t move to stop him.

He sticks his head through the portal.

On the other side is Clairemont St, the same alley Danny had found him in. He takes a moment to look over the dirty brick and rusty fire escape. It was every bit as trash-strewn as he remembered it.

The stars are out, he notes.

He hadn’t paid as much attention before, too eager for home and family and escape, but there must be a time difference between Gotham and Phantom Palace.

Halfway through the portal and no one’s moved to yank him back, even without the phone on him.

He pulls his head back out just in time to hear a harshly whispered “-outside of a damn medical center with an audience, Danny! And yes Frostbite counts as an audience! He’s a stranger to him!”

“I think he knows, Sam,” Tucker winces as he looks between the two.

Apparently they hadn’t noticed his return, Danny having floated back to the ground so that they were all well beneath him and the portal.

“It’s fine, Tuck,” Danny says, visibly drooping. “I deserve it for… for pulling a-” he swallows harshly “-a Vlad.”

He says the name with all the hatred and disdain of a vampire faced with sunlight.

Even Sam looks sympathetic at that.

“Danny-”

“I did Sam! He thought he couldn’t leave! He’s been here for over a week!” He runs a hand roughly through his hair. “And now he distrusts me enough he has to, what, make sure I didn’t open a portal to the middle of a lava lake?”

“I hadn’t considered that, actually,” Jason says, causing the three to jolt and look at him guiltily.

“Ah,” Danny starts, floating up - still so slowly - to be closer to eye-level, once again holding out the phone . “Did you want this after all…?”

He takes a moment to look at Danny appraisingly, then snatches the phone up to dump in one of his many utility pouches before drifting closer to Sam and Tucker - away from the portal.

He stops at a conversational distance, looking back up at Danny - who blinks at him with a look of stark confusion.

“I believe you,” he explains, “For some reason. I’ll want to go back to Gotham later, but right now? I have questions. You have answers.”

“Yes!” Danny jolts to life, waving the portal out of existence to drop down to join them. “Right.”

Jason gestures at the dining room doors, “Might as well do this over dinner - assuming the food will continue its trend of not killing me?”

Danny makes a keening noise and covers his face with both hands.

“No,” comes the muffled answer. He lifts his head. “All of the food you’ve been offered has been and will continue to be perfectly safe for you to eat.”

“Great.”

With that, he leads the way into the dining room.

***

Guys. I figured it out. I cracked the code. Why Jason is so adoptable? It’s in the name. Ja’SON’!!! WAKE UP SHEEPLE (/j)

Anyways.

Miscommunication has finally been identified! Next chapter: Q&A!

Sam has her +10 years jacket that she got in my au a year before she died because that’s the one part of her redesign I really liked. Eyes/hair & colors are inverted because of Danny, but the dress resembles her green undergrowth dress & the shoes have spikes because that whole thing - and her own adoration of plants - also influenced her self-concept/assumptions about what she’d look like dead.

Tucker’s Eyes/hair & colors are inverted also because of Danny, but the gold trim, white pants (which would’ve been red), & longer beanie come from his self-concept being influenced by the whole ‘reincarnation of a pharaoh’ episode/memory.

@mayoota-blog1 @kyrianclawraith, @do3y, @someonebored0100 @omegasmileyface @a-star-with-a-human-name @akikoyuii @newgraywolf @tytythehistoryguy

[lair-of-asmodeus]

NSFW Facts — OC Edition: Part 2, The Electric Boogaloo

[First part]

🐻 Case 7: Viktor Falkenberg

By far, he has the biggest dick with 10 inches, and yes, it’s thick and veiny.

He also has very little experience with only what his father tells him. But hey, he is aware of the dire consequences of not using protection!!

Though... He does try not to tear his partner apart while doing the deed with his s/o, because he is well aware of how big he is and that he may hurt them in the process.

If you ever decide to get him to a certain level of horniness, make him mad or jealous though, he might just fold you in half on his bed and just.. go at you.

Your loud screams can be heard from behind the door, but he doesn’t care about it. The students around his room are very scared to go in and tell you to keep it down— Well, since almost all the Savanaclaw students are in training, there isn’t that many there.

You scream and cling onto his back while having your nth orgasm, with him hitting your insides, practically rearranging your guts, fucking his cock into your hole.

“Ya like that, huh?!” He screams, silver eyes looking at yours with an ignited passion. “Ya shoulda thought TWICE before wearin’ stuff like THAT!”

“VIK—”

He slams his lips onto yours to quiet you down, roughly making out with you. You can barely keep your eyes open while your juices coats his member.

“I’ll teach ya a lesson ya won’t forget!”

He slams himself down deep inside you as his thrusts grow deeper and your voice cuts off. He fills you up with his warm seed, maybe more than intended. When he pulls away, his cock rests against your hole and he whispers in your ear.

“Should ye dare to wear somethin’ revealin’ as this, especially when there’re pervs around here, I’ll be even rough with ya... Got it?”

You can’t register what he says, but you nod, earning a chuckle from him. He lays down next to you and cuddles you.

When it comes to aftercare, he skips straight to the part where he cuddles you.. for the most of the time. If you’re done doing the deed with him in his dorm or any place where there are more beastfolks around, he may just go to the showers. He will let you get in first though! (Unless you pull him in and continue the ‘fun’~ 😉)

Will do the deed if you are close enough #6, and won’t be afraid to put all that defense into good use. He wants to know who he is dealing with and will initiate the first move if he feels like you are close enough for him to be intimate with you if he has your consent too.

⚠️ NO: Well, he doesn’t like to share his partner with anyone else. This is secretly his turn off... And also piss kink. These are just straight ‘NOPE’s.

👠 Case 8: Sakae Satou

Okay, she has the C cups with a decent hip size. (EXTRA THICC—) Though, she tends to cover them with stylish hoodies and pants unless she is in the mood. If she is feeling in the mood that day though, she may wear tighter and more revealing outfits, but only around her partner!

She keeps herself well groomed. You can’t even find a piece of hair down there! She also finds it gross to have hair down there, but won’t mention it when her partner is.. unshaved.

Despite having no experience, she secretly reads and watches these stuff. She knows a lot of things, what to do and what not to do. (E.g; She will make sure to not let teeth touch you when she gives you oral 🤭)

She is secretly into overstimulation and would like to experience it whenever she can. 🤭

Hugging her slender waist from behind, you push the toy inside her wet pussy while the vibrator buzzes on her clit.

“Mmh! [Name]..!” She moans out, panting. “Ahh! ‘S.. too much!!”

You grin at her expression full of lust, her flushed face and tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She pants heavily while holding onto your wrist. You lean forward to her and look at her pussy.

“You’re basically creaming all over, even the sheets are wet...” You coo at her.

She clasps her thighs together and weakly smacks your face with the back of her other hand.

“Shut up..! ...Ahhh!”

With a slight spasm, she bucks her hips into the air and orgasms on the bed again while the toy inside her falls out. Then she falls down, panting in your arms.

“Your face is really red...” You tease her.

After catching her breath, she punches you.

“Fuck you..!” She says with her middle finger on air.

Will do the deed if you are close enough #7, because if you are a complete stranger and/or she doesn’t see you close enough to be her partner in intimacy, she will avoid you and will spread this to the Magicam.

⚠️ NO: Well, don’t push her into doing things she is uncomfortable with.. :( (And she is not alright with piss kink as well!!)

🦊 Case 9: Yuusuke Hamamoto

Okay, he has six inches with some veins on it. But it’s less girthy and has a small red tip.

Despite not exactly being shaved, he keeps the hair short there.

Not gonna lie, he would probably hurt you a little when he fucks you. Like leaving hickeys, biting your neck, lightly pinching you... You name it! He may also grind his hips to hit more spots inside and even hold your hips and thrust in rough when he loses his cool.

During your ‘activities’, you can try touching his ears. He will just lean into your hand and let you pat him. It secretly turns him on though!!

Your hands instinctively go on his neck and you wrap your arms around it while pulling him closer. As he is balls deep in you beneath the sheets, he makes sure nobody hears anything. But it does make you feel good too. He gives you a soft kiss while pounding you. Suddenly, he halts his movements when he feels your hands around his ears, caressing them gently.

“...Mm.” He hums. “Do it again...”

You look at him in confusion, but you do it anyway.

“Mmh~” He purrs and closes his eyes, savoring the feeling. “It feels good...”

You smile at him as he kisses you again. His dick twitches in you and he lightly pushes it deeper.

Will do the deed if you are close enough #8, and will instantly kick you away and will never speak to you if you attempt to do it and he doesn’t know anything about you.

He isn’t that good at aftercare, but he will definitely help you clean up and will run a bath for you. He’ll let you get in first before going in himself too. Because he may not show it, but he is actually one of those touchy-feely people. He just hugs you from behind and washes your back.

⚠️ NO: He is NOT alright with things like golden showers and marking.

🎀 Case 10: Dorothea Minerva McCartney

She has a pair of B cups, but she tends to wear tighter bras to make it look like A cups.

She is fully shaved down there and always, ALWAYS keeps it clean.

While she may not have any experience in anything sexual and her knowledge is limited to only what she saw in sex ed, she is open to try anything! Toys? Sure, would love to! Outfits? Okay, will try! As long as it’s not something that makes her uncomfortable, she is alright with them all!

What really turns her on though? Cuddles! But like, lewd cuddles where you touch her body in that way. If you see her squirming around a little while you do it, that’s just a sign of you putting her in the mood! She may also touch you as well when you do it, she just can’t help but feel like she can show you how good it feels~

As for aftercare... She would definitely prepare a bath for the two of you regardless of how exhausted she gets. She would also make sure you go first.

“[Nickname]!”

She sweetly calls your name as you lay down on your back on the bed. You hear footsteps and feel the bed creaking a little.

“The bath is ready~” She whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek.

“...” You don’t respond and just look at her in silence. You notice that she has a large hoodie to cover herself, her coiled hair is unusually messy and she looks just as exhausted as you do. Yet, despite this, she smiles at you and sighs.

“I know you probably don’t wanna be disturbed right now, but wouldn’t it be nice to relax after a warm bath?”

You nod.

“That’d be great, Dottie...” You smile back at her and sigh, slowly sitting up on the bed.

“Then let’s go to the bathroom, ‘kay~?”

She takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom.

“Let me know if you want me to scrub your back!” She playfully chirps before leaving the bathroom for now as you sink into the warm water in the tub.

Will do the deed if you are close enough #9, because consent is the key! And she won’t be afraid to use her kickboxing knowledge to good use! :)

⚠️ NO: The thought of semi-public sex scares her and she would instantly reject it when you offer. She would also not like the golden showers and rough sex. :(

🕯️ Case 11: Fleur Dominique

She has C cups (like Sakae) and a round butt. But she tends to wear less revealing things like jeans and turtlenecks (+ an oversized parka) so it’s not too obvious! She also feels embarrassed to expose too much of her body!

She actually doesn’t have any hair down there. And I mean, hair doesn’t grow on that area. She also hates if her partner has body hair, but doesn’t even show it.

She is totally inexperienced and everything she knows is from Sex Education class, and knows nothing about how should she start it so... you’ll need to teach her how to do it.

If you wanna turn her on though, you should start with the neck kisses. She is very sensitive and shivers at even the slightest gust of wind. Hence why she tends to wear turtlenecks!

As you two sit on the couch while watching some romantic comedy, you pull her closer and playfully kiss her neck.

“Ah..!” She quietly moans, but then looks away in shame.

You decide to play with her a little more, giving more kisses to her neck.

“[Name]... C-could you stop, please..? I’m trying to watch the movie here...” She looks at you with a slight tinge of pink on her cheeks.

“Why should I?” You ask with a small smile. “Your reactions are cute... I just wanted to see more...”

“At least wait until we watch the movie to the end, you idiot!”

She smacks your head away and sits up, then covers her neck. You notice her ears are getting red like her cheeks, and she squirms around.

“Fleur...”

“Yes, [Name]?”

You pull her closer again and kiss her on the lips this time while slowly slipping your tongue in. A moan escapes from her lips as you put your hand on her hair and caress her head. She starts to tremble a bit, but slowly lets your tongue in. You start making out with her as she holds your hand.

Eventually, you two separate with a small popping noise and the saliva trail connecting your mouths separates as well. She covers her mouth and her cheeks are flushed in embarrassment.

“...I... haven’t done anything like this... Or felt... Ahh, my head is a mess..!” She utters while looking away.

“We can take this to the bedroom if you want...” You reply and sigh. “Do you want to continue?”

“I-I don’t know... All I know is that there is a weird feeling on my chest and I feel strange... My body feels hot and I feel hot in some.. parts on myself... What have you done to me?!”

You chuckle, clearly amused, and smile.

“So, you feel good now... Right?”

“I don’t know... It’s hot...”

You lean down to kiss her neck again, and she softly moans in response.

“[Name]... Nngh...” You hear her say while slowly putting her hand on your head. She then starts patting your head as you leave more kisses to her collarbone.

“We should probably take this to the bedroom~” You whisper in her ear.

She looks around and glances at her brother who is sleeping on the couch. Then she looks back at you and nods.

“L-let’s go...”

As for aftercare, she will immediately head to the shower to get cleaned herself first. If you want to join her, she will simply push you away until she is done. Then she will clean up the bath after herself and let you in. (Unless you want to initiate another round there... 😳 Then she might let you in... 50/50!)

Will do the deed if you are close enough #10! She isn’t afraid to attack you if you are a complete stranger to her, and certainly isn’t afraid to tell her brother about the matter. So if you even try to get intimate with her without getting to know each other, she won’t be afraid to use violence. (And she is the type of person who is usually against violence!)

⚠️ NO: Oof... A lot of ‘no’s coming from her... But to name a few; golden showers, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, rope tying and blood sports.

🪄 Case 12: Sorrel Valentino Dominique

[Sorry, I’m not going to drop our dearest magician’s facts until I drop his profile! Please be patient! :3]

[springfestitales]

✎₊˚⊹♡ THE DAILY RISE 🐢

Another day in the sun, another day of fun! Yesterday was a day of excitement, wasn’t it?! We’ve collected a few testimonials for your perusal! We also have an update for some areas around Spring Rise! Breezy Beach is now safe from the threat of deadly sharks & may now be visited again! Watch out for North Hanami Forest, our sources say it is *extremely* dangerous now! Stay safe folks!

✎₊˚⊹♡ 🐢➜⋮ HAUNTED HOUSE, CONTINUED!

When asked what they remembered upon discovering the house, we received this answer from Mr. Hubert Oswell: “Well, the first thing I remember is being hit by a headache. We never did figure out what caused those headaches when we first entered.”

Another amended: "Anytime we entered another room, the last door would vanish. Sometimes the entire room..."

One Jude Mathis added: “The interior seemed to be abandoned. At first, there were dolls torn apart, broken furniture, and an ominous note.... But then it got even stranger afterwards.”

We asked: “How did you escape?”

Ludger Kresnik answered: "We had to realize it was all a dream. Then we just... teleported outside."

Mr. Oswell expanded: “I started to think that it was all dreamlike.... When we spotted a staircase that had suddenly appeared, I just ran for it with the others. And that's when I suddenly was on the South Hanami Forest floor, all by myself. Fortunately, the others managed to escape as well."

We’re glad everyone made it out safe in the end!

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"I was one of the people on the beach when it happened,” said Velvet Crowe. "I did see the water had started moving weirdly, but I have no idea what actually made it start. I know people were trying to summon a Sharknado in the days leading up to it. How much that had to do with it, though? I don't know."

When asked what happened next, she had this to say: "Sharks started flying? Then someone dove into the water and decided they wanted to become a projectile or something. That was when everyone started getting ready to fight."

Another witness states: "It was kind of a combination effect; a guy took on the shark form, and then the tornado form. While the rest of us were handling the extra sharks being thrown around, Ludger kinda went to town on him. Could've gotten messier than that, but things managed to settle down."

Miss Rinwell says: "It was a big team effort! I don't think we could have done it if we all were trying to work on our own."

There were no casualties reported.

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[just-some-friendly-fun]

Random Personal HCs I Made Of Miguel O’Hara While Writing Smthn (Electric Boogaloo)

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

Turns out it's fun thinking up stuff for this guy. So have some more random stuff about Miggy, I came up with.

When he's not usually being his big bossy self at Spider-Society HQ or is just-- speaking with someone who's outside of work (ex. Him speaking to a barista or something at a local coffee shop he frequents). He tends to mumble a lot. Big man with soft voice. It's definitely a huge contrast to his usual angry, irritable, commanding gig going on. I'm also pullin' this one out from the comics? (I personally lean more to Miguel having retractable fangs but he still occasionally mumbles more frequently out of habit and/or just in case they start popping out and he doesn't realize it).

ALSO ALSO. Yeah, Miguel definitely has a certain coffee shop he likes to frequent in Nueva York.

Very picky about the way his coffee is done too oddly enough, aside from when it's the usual straight black coffee that's straight out of the coffee machine (blegh) in whatever the Spider-Society HQ equivalent of a break room is (or one of the many they have there [you cannot tell me that they don't have multiple break rooms for the bajillion amounts of Spider-variants they house there]).

He just might be an espresso guy.

Doesn't like sweet stuff that much. He's not incredibly repulsed by sugary stuff but he's not one to bother indulging in eating something like candy or ice cream as a treat for himself (he'll sure as hell tolerate it though if he's enjoying it with someone else... Maybe someone like Gabriella).

Definitely wears glasses because you cannot tell me that he can stare at those digital screens every day, all day, at such close proximity, without it at least having it affect his eyes? Not one bit??

Miguel is... Aware. That there are gay people and anybody associated with the LGBTQIA+ community. Hell, he runs an entire elite strike force organization full of Spider-variants across every dimension. There's bound to be an arm-full he'll find. But he doesn't necessarily pay too much mind to it nor will he ask on the sake of privacy and respect. He's mostly more focused on the idea of "I don't mind who you date or do in your personal life or anything else. All I know is that you're a Spider-man/women/variant and as long as you don't destroy the multiverse and just help me maintain the multiverse. I won't say anything". He knows about gay people, he knows about lesbians, he knows about trans people, a little bit about bi people, but everything else?? That's a whole thing on his own that leaves him more confused than anything. Just start throwing in other sexual or gender orientations and watch this man scrunch up in confusion when you explain them all to him. (He gives me the vibes of a supportive dad who's trying, you get me? [def an ally tho])

I'd like to think he has an insane amount of patience. Probably more than what the movie shows.

Is well aware he's attractive, isn't too overly narcisstic about his looks but has minimal amount of self-confidence at best, but it doesn't stop him from being surprised when people refer to him as anything else but "handsome" or "attractive" like "pretty", "gorgeous", or "beautiful". Those are the type of words that'll get him to turn red from his face up to the tips of his ears if you keep throwing it at him.

[pheonixrainbow15]

LUZ'S S2 OUTFITS

Pt.2: Electric Boogaloo (it's still 1:00am btw, just another night)

Like I said in my last post, Luz changes mid-way through the series. But before we get to that-

Pirate Luz!

Ripped, beige sweater; baggy, navy pants; black shoes, nuthin special; a blue hat with a fish on it; and a scarf(?) With a aquatic animal in the middle.

This first episode of season 2 is mainly about guilt and feeling like a burden. Luz feels like the events of the previous season are her fault, and she spends the episode trying to make it up to Eda by putting herself in danger in the exchange of money, which the BGC really needs.

It's reckless either way, but it's worth noting that she doesn't go into this adventure for no specific reason. She's not just following some stranger she met that day, she's not accepting challenges that could potentially kill her. Well she is but, she has a purpose for taking this bounty, outside of wanting to go on a pirate adventure. She takes this task more seriously.

This is the beginning of the various outfits Luz wears that use darker colors along with beige. And is the first of many outfits with an absence of purple. Which, as previously established, is a color associated with Luz.

PJS!

The purple cape; faded purple shirt; long, dark jeans with blue diamonds going down to a round ear animal with yellow eyes and white skin/fur; her regular shoes; a yellow sweatpants lace in the middle.

Besides her default outfit, this is the only outfit she wears this whole season that had a shit ton of Purple. But even in this outfit, it's a lot duller then her previous outfits.

If I were to put my finger on it at 1:30am, I guess she's more relaxed at night then day now. Like, you're able to be fully comfortable to sleep at night, and this is what she's most comfortable in.

Why In the episode where she's being confronted with the question of what she's going to do in the future? [Edit this]

But the next time we see her in this outfit is-

Right at sunrise

And that, people who found this post, is the last time we see Luz in purple. Or in mostly purple.

Yes we do see her in her default outfit at times, but it's mostly covered by

✨EDA'S JACKET✨

And specifically in this episode, she wears fingerless gloves, and her hair droops down to messier stands than before. The hair is obviously supposed to be a visual representation of how out of focus she is from her own well-being. Which is fitting, given the context of the episode.

But this is the first of a few episodes we see her wear the jacket.

It's a dark brown, varsity jacket with beige sleeves, a star on on side, and an E on the other.

Going back to my other post, long sleeve jackets/sweaters are usually worn for comfort and warmth, like a hug you can wear. It can also be this layer of emotional protection; almost like a tarp thrown over your big feelings so nobody will know what exactly you're hiding.

It was one thing for Luz to wear the blazer in the 3rd act of the grom episode, hiding her worries/fears of telling her mother about the demon realm. But that was when she still had the Owl Portal, when summer camp hadn't ended yet, and she could've gone back at any time.

But the situation changed. She wasn't sure she could get home yet, things are getting more dangerous for her owl family. It wasn't about whether or not mom would find out anymore, but how she could work things out with her mom now that she knows. And just to remind her of LITERALLY ALL HER WORRIES AT ONCE, Her dad died that day and she couldn't do the usual tradition with her mom about visiting his grave.

Yeah. She's keeping that jacket on for the rest of the season.

Sometimes she wears her default outfit + EDA'S JACKET + a hat she previously wore. But I doubt there's much significance other than it fit the setting she was in.

But now to our grand finale:

Her baggy khakis tucked in knee-high boots, the grey-blue shirt under the eda jacket, and a pony tail to show the passage of time, we are at our

FINALE OUTFIT

We have officially entered No Purple Territory. This isn't the Luz we started with. She's changed a lot. She's grown a lot.

Two things to note for this outfit: blue and beige. These were colors that were non-existent in her wardrobe in season one, but they appear more often in season two.

Why these colors though?

For beige, the first thing that comes up on google is:

"In modern times, It has come to symbolize work [...]. In some cultures, beige garments symbolize piety or simplicity."

And for blue, it's:

"...Is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, inspiration, and sensitivity."

Source for all the colors I searched up

The ties with blue is obvious. Luz had longed for a world where she would be able to express herself, and she's now in the middle of it. But because blue started showing up in s2, it makes me wonder: Does a part of her, deep down, feel more free, more open now, more close to the demon realm, that there is no connection to the human realm?

Its a thought, but I don't think so. Her mother alone creates a strong connection to the human realm she cannot sever, and a lot of the decisions she makes are emotionally driven by wanting to see her mom to explain everything. she's a lot more emotionally vulnerable this season, she's blue(da boh de dah bo dah).

but Beige? In season one, the color in all of her outfits are purple. now they're beige.

And THE FUCKING IPAD KID STOLE IT

So I ask: What gives?

[playhousemassacrez]

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(⤷ ┊  ◜ 👻 ◞  ┊    headcanons for your Missing Children and/or Puppet Soul)

William doesn't kill children, so he kills young adults in my AU instead. I also wanted to add the younger Afton kids and the Emily kids too cuz yes.

Gabriel "Gabe" Frederickson, the soul of Freddy Fazbear

Please refer him as Gabe.

During his first day inside the Animatronic Freddy body, Gabe tries to gain control of himself but the more he tried, the more pain he was in, causing his nose to bleed.

Gabe was the fifth victim. Died on June 13, 1985.

Also, William favored him the most since he always saw how "foolish" he was, so the asshole tries his "best" to take Gabe under his wing.

Jeremy Boyd, the soul of Bonnie the Bunny

Jeremy tends to be the most forgetful of the gang.

He and Fritz always end up in trouble.

Has a HUGE crush on Susie but he thinks she doesn't like him that way. Little does he know; Susie also has feelings for him.

Jeremy is adorably dorky. He's a legit gift to the rest of the gang.

Jeremy always gets uncomfortable around William whenever he wears purple. Michael doesn't blame him.

He's Gabe's best friend so that's why Bonnie and Freddy are always made to be best friends.

Susie sometimes nicknames him "Jay".

Jeremy was the second victim. Died on June 13, 1985.

Susie Cooper, the soul of Chica the Chicken

Susie gives out hugs a lot, if they're not tight enough to mess up anyone's organs that is.

She's adorable, but effortlessly tough.

Her Golden Retriever is named Carl. Why she named the pup Carl is forever a mystery.

Girl can stress eat A LOT.

Her relationship with Jeremy is the "He asked for no pickles!" meme.

Can cook pretty well! She learned how to cook since she was four years old from her aunt, who owned a diner since the 50's.

She's the one who painted Jeremy and Fritz's nails!

Dyed the tips of her hair brown cuz she thought it was cool.

Susie and Fritz like to butt heads with each other.

Susie was the first victim, but we all know that. Died on June 13, 1985.

Fritz Foster, the soul of Foxy the pirate Fox

Fritz had some eye trauma as a small child and had to wear an eyepatch. His eye trauma is pretty much gone now, but he still wears his eyepatch, just to make him "look cooler".

Resting bitch face for days.

Lost his hand at the age of ten when he made a bet with some other kid around the train tracks in St. George. He showed no fear that day.

He loves to mess with Susie and Jeremy a lot.

Fritz thinks he’s a ladies' man, but the ladies aren’t interested in him.

William thinks he’s ruthless, so he pretty much doesn’t like Fritz that much.

Fritz was the third victim. Died on June 13, 1985.

Andrew [REDACTED], the soul of Golden Freddy/Goldie (Male)

Resting bitch face part 2: electric boogaloo

Andrew hated Freddy’s pizza cuz Fredbear’s pizza was better. He hates how greasy it is.

You might think he hates everything, but he doesn’t.

Evan likes him better than the others. Andrew finds that a bit concerning, but he adores that kid. Too bad he killed him.

Speaking of which, Andrew now has a fear for children cuz he’s afraid he would hurt them, just like he hurt Evan.

Andrew was the fifth victim. Died on June 13, 1985.

Marianna Emily, the soul of The Puppet

Marianna is Charlie’s older sister.

Takes ballet classes.

Henry made the Puppet doll looks like her but she was made for Charlie.

Everyone nicknames her "Mari".

Is mostly very calm and collected, but she definitely has a good sense of enthusiasm and humor.

Marianna was also the first victim. Died on June 10, 1985.

Cassidy Belmore, the soul of Golden Freddy (Female)

Her dad is Fredbear :0!

E-Girl but it's the 1980's

"IT'S NOT A PHASE, MOM!"

Cassidy is Evan's babysitter when William and Joan go out and since sometimes Michael goes out to a friend's house (for dumbass things), Joan calls Lena if Cassidy can babysit Evan and Elizabeth.

Has some form of anger issues.

Hates the "creepy" dolls from her mom's doll collection.

Will not hesitate to beat a bitch.

Doesn't trust William that much, but he pays her when she babysits his two younger kids so she can buy "goth girl" things, so Cassidy stays quiet around him.

Resting bitch face part 3: the female version

Cassidy was the last victim. Died on June 14, 1985.

She had the worst death out of everyone else cuz William chopped her up into pieces.

Charlie Emily

Charlie, Elizabeth and Evan knew each other very well and were extremely close until they died.

She's really good friends with Elizabeth.

Charlie likes all of the Animatronics, but her favorite happens to be the Puppet cuz her dad made it for her.

Charlie calls Sammy "Sam" while he calls her "Lottie", due to the fact that her full name is Charlotte.

Charlie almost dresses like Henry.

She's as curious as her father, though not in a bad way. She’s very sweet, caring and has an innate sense of justice. She is always the one to stand up to bullies on the playground or invite a lonely kid to sit with her at lunch. She’s bright for her age, and though she may seem a bit ditzy, she’s very sharp. It's hard to get anything past her. She’s a bit oblivious to the world around her, though. She doesn’t pick up on most social cues and just goes around saying whatever she feels like with no filter, just like her father.

Charlie is the only one that likes spiders.

Like in the books, Charlie is the oldest twin.

Her favorite color is green.

Did ballet but she hates it so she dropped out of it.

Charlie was the first child victim after a few teenagers locked her outside of Fredbear's. Died on October 31, 1984.

Everyone knows that Charlie has died in the 80's, so why is there a teenage version of her existing in the modern times?

Sammy Emily, the soul of Lefty

The youngest of the Emily kids.

He and Charlie are close.

Sammy likes Freddy a lot.

Sammy wears his baseball hat sometimes. He also likes baseball and plays it.

Sammy was killed a few years after his sisters died. Died on June 18, 1988.

Elizabeth Afton

Elizabeth got her hair and eye color from her grandmother, Ruby. William loves his daughter but hates how his mother looks so similar to Elizabeth.

William's favorite child obviously.

She bit Michael on the nose once when she was two years old, due to a fit of rage. William never forgot how funny it was.

Doesn't like bugs or gross things, but Michael used to torment her by cutting the heads off her dolls, filling her pretty dress shoes with mud or sticking fake bugs in her bed.

Elizabeth once drop-kicked Michael’s legs while he tries to flirt with a girl and Michael got in trouble for making her fall.

When she was three, Elizabeth was scared of Spring Bonnie. William had to keep the suit away from Elizabeth so Spring Bonnie wouldn't scare her again.

Speaking of which, she calls Spring Bonnie "Honeybun".

She's strawberry blonde and nobody is gonna take it out of my cold dead hands.

The reason why William created Baby in the image of his daughter was because of the sick fantasy that she would continue his murderous legacy when she grows up.

William wanted Elizabeth to stay away from Baby, so she wouldn't get killed. But she didn’t listen and got killed instead. William grieved for a week after her death.

Loves playing with her dolls and drawing. She would also play dress up often, sometimes stealing her mom's make-up.

Elizabeth was very much the goofy older sister type, acting as though she knew everything about everything and could teach Evan “how the world works”, as she puts it. Evan, more or less, puts up with it and often entertained Elizabeth’s goofy, if not spoiled, nature by doing his best to keep up. He would normally be shy around people, but he loves his sister and if he has to listen to her and put up with her shenanigans, then he would be happy to.

William spoils her a lot.

Elizabeth has her mother's accent.

Michael, Elizabeth and Evan have a trio/group name that she called "The Triple A's".

Elizabeth had a ton of Barbies, My Little Ponies and other dolls from the 1980's before she died.

Her favorite color is pink cuz yes.

Elizabeth has totally done the whole "But I'm not in your room!" thing with Michael. She'd rile him up on purpose because she thinks it's fun when he gets mad and chases her out of his room.

An actual prodigy, or at least what William says.

Fairly popular at school.

Favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla.

Leans more towards her mother than her father.

Elizabeth was Baby's first victim. Died on March 16, 1985.

People nowadays don't understand why there's a teenage Elizabeth working at Freddy's. Was Elizabeth's death a hoax? Or did Elizabeth not even exist in the 80's at all?

Evan Afton

The youngest Afton child.

Evan owned a ton of plushies from both Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and Fredbear's Family Diner. His most favorite is his Fredbear plush.

Likes chocolate milk. William spoils him for that, but Joan is always worried that Evan would have a sugar rush.

Evan loves watching Sesame Street. Sometimes Elizabeth would join him, and they would always sing along to the songs. Evan's favorite characters are Elmo, Big Bird and Cookie Monster.

Evan's middle name is Christopher after Christopher Robin from Winnie the Pooh, a book that Joan's father used to read to her when she was a little girl.

Like Elizabeth, William spoils him.

Evan even has his mother's accent like his sister too.

Has autism.

Normally the quietest of the Aftons, but he talks to his plush Fredbear without any problems. This baffles everyone around him.

Evan doesn't have any close friends, but he's not really disliked either. He's just "the quiet kid".

Loves the Fredbear and Friends cartoon series. It's comforting to him whenever Michael scares the shit out of the poor kid.

Just a little guy!

Evan was the first victim to Fredbear. Jr. Died on June 13, 1985.

There's a teenage version of Evan too? People just really don't understand.

Toby Brandon, the soul of Toy Freddy

Neat freak. Nuff said.

Nerd (affectionately).

Hates video games (sorry canon! Toy Freddy fans). He just can't stand them at all.

The only male in his group lol sorry bro

Finds passion in reading books.

Frederick was the first new victim. Died on July 10, 1987.

Lila Baxter, the soul of Toy Bonnie

Sometimes Lila thinks that she's different from the other girls.

Please be patient with her. She’s been through so much.

Lila was the last new victim. Died on July 13, 1987.

Stacy Cooper, the soul of Toy Chica/Chicky

Susie's twin older sister

Not the best cook but damn, she can bake!

Her favorite flowers are pink and yellow tulips.

Favorite color is pink, duh!

Met Toby in High School (yes, that dumb Toy Chica High School anime killer thing, but my Toy Chica is a sweetheart! I promise).

Has a matching glittery pink diary and pen.

Oh, the pen looks like this:

Stacy was the second new victim. Died on July 11, 1987.

Maddison "Maddie" Fisher, the soul of The Mangle/Toy Foxy

Maddie can be mischievous and hide in the most obscure places ever. Why? Cuz she's pretty damn flexible of course!

She was pretty sad at first about the irony of being mishandled by kids.

Has super light footsteps, so she’ll randomly pop up next to people and scare them (not on purpose tho).

Foster kid. Went through many foster homes until she was 19. Now lives with Toby and Stacy in their apartment.

She and Lila are best friends!

Often very clumsy, so she would get herself hurt sometimes.

Maddie was the third new victim. Died on July 12, 1987.

[krikidilly]

False Reunion

False impression au PART 2! (Electric boogaloo) 'Ingo' has returned home.

I am still pretty burnt out artwise soo ! another written out drabble or whatever you call this. I'll definitely be drawing out some of the scenes when I can but til then I hope you enjoy!!

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First things first.

Ingo looked awful and that had to be fixed immediately. A perfect reunion would be spoiled by looking a wreck. Spoiled. Ruined.

He walked throughout the house with a stolen gait and memorized its layout, the look of each room and what it held, despite knowing where most things were it felt so painfully good to actually see it all. To experience it. To live.

No.

He could revel in this all later; there was a task at hand.

Once he got to his bedroom, Ingo briskly slipped himself from the tattered remains of his coat along with.. whatever this tunic was. He didn't like it. Thats not what Ingo should wear. He tossed it, along with the hat, to the side to begin redressing, he would make sure to destroy them later. Emmet didn't need to find them.

His arms slipped perfectly into the sleeves of a fresh coat, tie was adjusted, shirt is smoothed, and newly gloved hands fixed a hat upon his head before turning to the mirror hung upon the bedroom wall.

He couldn't help the grin that cracked across his face.

Ingo. He is Ingo.

--

Well, almost.

With a soft sigh through his nose, Ingo relocated to the bathroom and narrowed his eyes at his own face. It wasn't quite right. He could fix it. Mist slowly oozed from his eyes to encapsulate his body, soft green light emanating from within for a short moment before entirely dissipating. That was better. What couldn't be fixed with a simple recover could be easily gotten rid of with a razor and brush. Easy, easy.

His hands gingerly pat a towelette across his face, eyes carefully studying his reflection to make sure he had gotten everything just right. He blinked, once, twice, smiled, then frowned. It was perfect. Perfect. Perfect!

Just in time too, it seemed. Ingo busied himself to cleaning up as he heard the locks of the front door slowly beginning to open; his mist crawling across the floor to be rid of the old clothes along with anything else out of place. He wanted to let Emmet find him, yet the sound of heavy footfalls and shuddering breaths made his chest ache. It wasn't right. His treasured human.. No, his brother, should never have had to suffer like this, for so long. All alone. Lonely. Lonely. It wasn't right-

"What do you think you're doing in h-"

"Who's there? Come out this instant!"

Emmet's voice struck Ingo from his thoughts, gazing over his shoulder as the door to the bedroom was practically ripped open.

Two pairs of silver eyes met, red pupils twinkling at black.

Ingo turned to face his brother with a mimicked smile that curled a little too upward, eyes glittering as the others expression melted from anger to that of shock.

"Ingo?"

"Emmet! I've missed you...truly. If I could apologize a million times I wou-"

The wind was knocked from Ingo at the sheer force of Emmet's crashing into him, arms tight around his form. His face buried itself into Ingos shoulder, taking in hurried and crackling breaths as his fingers dug into his brother's back. "This isn't a trick is it? It's real? You're back?" He practically whispered.

There was a moment of hesitation before Ingo reciprocated the embrace, holding Emmet so tenderly, so carefully. He smiled. "I would never trick you. I wouldn't leave unless you cast me away yourself, you have my word."

"No! Just.. give me your word you'll never dissappear like that again."

Red pupils glittered.

"Of course."

They stood there like that for some time, Ingo gently rocking the pair as Emmet sobbed and tried to recollect himself.

Everything would be just fine. They would go to sleep, wake up, start the same routine, and Ingo would never be lonely. Never again. And Emmet... He would smile. Like always. He would beam that wonderful smile at Niseru.

Everything would be perfect.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 6: After Party (Hate Sex)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Mann Co. is disbanded, you seek work among wealthy gala attendees, only to run into an all too familiar face.

Tags: Takes place after the mercs are fired/before Pauling finds them (comic timeline), riding, tension, teasing, rivals

Word Count: 4.3k

The Masterlist

The party was more immaculate than anything you had ever attended before, taking place in a massive venue adorned with expensive decor and buffet tables long enough to feed a small country. It reminded you of a ballroom straight out of a fairytale. Waiters wandered about in pristine uniforms, passing out hors d'oeuvres as if the buffet wasn’t enough. As for the guests, well, each one was more glamorous than the next, making it seem as if they were all trying to outperform each other, even as they made polite conversation among themselves.

In other words, you literally could not fathom anywhere you would fit in less.

You wore the nicest thing you owned, but even that seemed like rags next to the least opulent guests, at least in your opinion. You prayed that it wasn’t too obvious that you had forged your invitation to get into this place. The truth was, you were desperately in need of money ever since Mann Co. disbanded, and unfortunately murder was not considered a special skill on most job applications. In fact most employers seemed to consider it a felony. Who would’ve thought?

However, if there was one thing you learned in your years as a mercenary, it was this- the richest of society were often the most likely to want someone dead, and they most certainly had wealth to spare to hire someone to do their dirty work for them. Hence why you found yourself here, wearing a black knee length dress that you were almost certain you had only ever worn to funerals before, trying to figure out which of these pompous fools would be most likely to be in need of your particular brand of expertise.

As you scanned the crowd, searching for the most likely employers, your eyes were repeatedly drawn to the same person. You couldn’t say why- they didn’t exactly stand out, with their simple black suit and slacks- but something about them seemed familiar, his build, or perhaps the way he carried himself. It’s only when he turns around and you lock eyes that you finally put a name to the person. You’ve seen that face enough times to know it anywhere, especially since the sight usually preceded a scalpel being slashed across your throat.

The flicker of recognition in Medic’s eyes indicated that he had noticed you as well. Your initial panic began to fade slightly when you realized that causing a scene would likely get the two of you thrown out. God knows Medic most likely didn’t manage to get a valid invite to this party either. You would both need to act somewhat civil with each other, at least for now, lest you draw too much attention to yourselves. The wisest decision would be to stay as far away from each other as possible… which was why you were immensely frustrated when Medic proceeded to walk right up to you within moments of spotting you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you whispered harshly once he was within earshot.

Medic actually looked taken aback by your hostility. “I assume I’m here for the same reason as you, fraulein. Hunting for higher pay, are we?”

More like hunting for any pay at all, but you weren’t about to admit that.

“You know, I could put in a good word for you,” Medic said. “I know how good you are at your job, given that I’ve been on the receiving end of your blades and bullets multiple times.” He laughed whimsically, as if he was recalling pleasant memories rather than recounting all the times you had brutally murdered on a daily basis. Respawn certainly was a blessing, one that you all took for granted.

“I don’t need your help, Medic,” you hissed. “Did you come over here just to taunt me?”

Medic sighed, as if he was talking to a petulant child. “Actually, I was hoping we could put the past behind us, but I’m guessing from your hostile attitude that this would be out of the question,” he said, now not even looking at you as he glanced over the sea of people. Well, if he wasn’t even going to look you in the eye then you weren’t going to humor him with a response. You walked off, deciding that trying to find some work would be a more effective use of your time than trading insults with Medic all night.

You planned to make the most of however many hours you spent here, and that meant getting comfortable with as many of these stuck up partygoers as you could, praying that at least one of them was homicidal enough to hire you. Medic went on his way as well, presumably doing the same. You tried your best not to let your eyes wander to him, but it was surprisingly difficult. Now that you actually recognized him he stuck out from the crowd. Shaking your head, you made your way to the opposite end of the ballroom, as far from him as you could get. You had employers to charm, and you weren’t about to let his presence alone get in the way of that.

—

You weren’t sure how you managed to find the small parlor that you eventually wandered into, but you were grateful for it. How long had you been at this damn party? Three hours? Four? You couldn’t even remember at this point. You collapsed onto a small couch with a sigh, placing your face in your hands. Whether or not you were even allowed in this room wasn’t important to you.

You had talked to guest after guest, but trying to gauge someone’s interest in putting a hit out on someone was surprisingly hard. As it turned out, most people don’t tend to flaunt their murderous intent. It wasn’t long before faces began to blur, conversations became repetitive, and you began to feel that if you couldn’t find a place to get away you would go mad. You just needed time away from the din of the crowd. The silence was a welcome respite.

“Not having much luck, fraulein?”

“God fucking damn it,” you muttered, not even bothering to lift your head to look at him. Of course Medic would just happen to wander into the same room as you.

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Don’t you have some big shot employers to talk to?” you asked. “Or are you just here to boast?”

“Nein, there is nothing to boast about,” Medic admitted with surprising honesty. “Despite my attempts to convince them, these people are surprisingly uninterested in doctor assisted homicide.”

“So, we’re both shit out of luck then,” you said, sounding woefully unamused. Honestly, you just wanted to be left alone. The events of tonight were inevitably going to lead to you walking back to the crappy motel you were staying in with some stolen food from the buffet stuffed in your pockets. Of course, then you realized that your dress didn’t have pockets, and you sure as hell didn’t have a fancy purse you could use.

Medic laughed, seeming completely oblivious of your rapidly souring mood. “I suppose that is one way of putting it. I am happy to have found you, though.” You finally looked up at him, eyebrows raised in confusion. Medic sighed, leaning against the far wall. “Talking business is so tedious. I prefer company that is more on my level, so to speak.”

“And I’m on your level? ” you scoffed. “That isn’t exactly the compliment you think it is, doc.”

“There’s no need to be so confrontational, my dear. We aren’t on opposite teams anymore,” Medic said, putting his hands up as if to show that he meant no harm.

“We fought against each other for years. All that doesn’t exactly go away just because we got fired.”

“Hm, I suppose you're right. Besides, I do quite enjoy our little rivalry, whether it’s on or off the battlefield.” Medic smirked at you, and you despised the way that look made your knees go weak. You weren’t even sure when you had stood up from the couch.

Your fists were clenched at your sides as you glared at him. He was so calm despite having found no success with employment. He seemed so perfectly confident while you were silently fretting over how you were going to cover your next rent. And even with all those reasons to hate his guts, a part of you couldn’t help but notice how damn attractive he looked in a suit- no, more like how damn attractive he looked in general. It was that last part that pissed you off the most of all.

“It was hardly a rivalry,” you said, rolling your eyes. “You aren’t exactly much of a battle medic.”

“Oh no, not at all,” he admitted with a laugh. “But I can't help but recall you having quite a few run-ins with the blade of my Ubersaw.”

“And I can't help but recall more than a few instances where you were staring down the barrel of my gun,” you said, quick with a retort. “Funny how you never seemed to learn that your place is hiding behind your teammates, not charging headlong at me.”

You seemed to have struck a nerve. Medic’s smirk faltered slightly. “You would be wise to watch your mouth, dear.” He was close now. Incredibly close. When had he gotten so near? How had you not noticed? But you’d be damned if you backed down now. In fact, you took a step further towards him, the two of you now thoroughly in each other’s personal space.

“Oh? And what will you do to me? You don’t exactly have any weapons with you,” you said. “Besides, I’m just stating facts. You’re at your best when you’re behind your team's Heavy, practically using him as a human shield.

“I certainly hope you are not calling me a coward, fraulein.” Medic responded so calmly. It was uncharacteristic of him, which put you on edge, but your blood was already boiling too hot for you to keep your mouth shut.

“Maybe I am, unless you’re willing to prove me wrong.”

You didn’t expect him to do anything. You expected this to end just like every other confrontation you’ve ever had with him- although maybe with slightly less blood than usual. Honestly you thought he would simply saunter off, leaving you fuming in that parlor all by yourself.

But then he did prove you wrong. And he did so by pressing his lips to yours. Just like that, something snapped. Something that simmered beneath every insult you flung at each other came boiling to the surface, and you kissed him back. Medic pulled you flush against him, his arms wrapped around your waist. The action made you gasp, giving him access to your mouth. He gave a gentle, questioning flick of his tongue that you quickly reciprocated. Your hands ran down his sides then up again. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest every time you parted for breath.

Medic grew more forceful, almost sloppy, but it felt so good, fueled by years of pent up tension finally getting a taste of release. After a bombardment of lip bruising kisses and wandering hands you finally parted, panting heavily. Medic leaned in until you felt his breath tickle your ear.

“I could be inside you right now.” His voice was so low, a far cry from the shouts of victory or pain you heard from him on the battlefield. It was smooth and quiet enough to ensure no one would overhear, even though you were the only two in the room. “You want that, don’t you?”

You were undeniably flustered. Never would you have thought you would be so flushed over hearing your enemy say such filthy things. “I don’t think the other guests would appreciate that,” you finally managed to respond, miraculously without letting your voice shake even once.

“Then perhaps we should take our leave, fraulein.” That little pet name he had for you was usually an endless source of annoyance, but this was exceptionally different. For once it wasn’t spoken with hatred or spite. No, it was spoken with unfettered lust, and you found that you quite liked hearing it like that.

—

You didn’t expect gentleness from Medic. In fact, you didn’t even want gentleness, and you made that clear the moment the two of you stumbled past the door to his hotel room, a surprisingly nice hotel room at that. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, especially since all you had to go back to was a dubious motel that smelled of cigarette smoke and dust. How the hell did he afford this while being unemployed? You decided it didn’t matter. There was no time to dwell on that.

You grabbed Medic roughly by the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him into a kiss that was more teeth than tongue or lips. It was aggressive, almost animalistic in its intensity. You felt him groan into the kiss, shucking off his suit jacket the moment you released your grip on it. The moment it was off you got to work on the buttons of his undershirt. You had half a mind to simply tear it off of him, scattering the buttons to the far corners of the room. You just barely managed to restrain yourself from doing so.

When the shirt was finally unbuttoned you paused to run your hands up his torso, sliding over his chest and up to his shoulders. He was very muscular, something that you had never really noticed beneath his work uniform. It made sense. He had to carry around the Medigun, and it wasn’t exactly lightweight. You were briefly aware that all the supplies and weaponry Medic had to lug around with him on the battlefield probably weighed more than you did. That thought was confirmed a moment later, almost as if he had read your mind, when he leaned down and lifted you with ease, his arms hooking around your thighs for support. You wrapped your legs around him for some stability, but even so, you nearly lost your balance when his palm came down hard on your ass, a harsh smack being followed by your yelp of both pain and surprise.

“What the hell was that for?” you asked, not bothering to hide your annoyance. Your face was bright red at this point, which probably made your glare seem more cute than menacing.

“Is your threshold for pain really so low, liebchen?” Medic asked, grinning as he reached up to grab a fistful of your hair. You knew what was coming before he even began to pull. He was truly showing off his strength now, holding you with just one arm and the support of your legs around his waist. “Given all that we’ve been through, I would have thought such a little sting wouldn’t be a bother.”

His grip on your hair released after only a few moments and he made his way to the bed, still holding you. You knew Medic could have easily chosen to throw you roughly onto the mattress if he wanted to, but instead you found yourself being gently lowered onto the bed. A shiver ran down your spine as your bare back made contact with the cool sheets, and you realized that at some point he had undone the zipper at the back of your dress. This allowed him to remove it with ease once you were comfortable. You felt relieved to finally be out of the dress, no longer needing to wear what amounted to a cheap disguise meant to blend in with a bunch of rich assholes.

You reached back to unclip your bra, throwing it to the side with little ceremony. Medic busied himself with your underwear, taking the exact opposite approach. He removed them ever so slowly, inching over your thighs as if the garment was made of tissue paper and he was trying not to tear it. It was beginning to annoy you.

“Hey!” you said, getting Medic’s attention. You sat up, grabbing his hair and pulling him forward. The soft groan you got in response was very rewarding, but you couldn’t get distracted by that right now. You kicked off your underwear yourself and glared at the doctor. “You’re taking forever. Are we fucking or not?”

You tugged on his hair, hard, and he winced before quickly composing himself. “So bold, meine liebe. I like this side of you,” he said. You only let go of him when he began to unfasten his belt, and you tried your best not to stare or look impressed when you noticed the sizable tent in his slacks. You shifted back so that you were sitting in the center of the bed. It gave you a rather nice view of Medic when he finally removed the last of his clothes, but you barely got a chance to admire the sight before he was on top of you.

He paused there, seated between your legs, simply looking at you with an expression full of lust. You could feel how hard he was against your thigh, and a pang of need almost made you beg, but you caught yourself before you did. If he wanted you to beg, he’d have to work much harder for it. “What are you waiting for?” you asked, trying to sound as annoyed as possible, but the slight shake in your voice was evident.

“I’m just admiring the sight of you…” Medic began, leaning down to kiss your neck. “ Beneath me, right where you belong.” Those kisses turned into bites, making you gasp and arch against him. You heard his breath shudder as your body pressed against his.

That was when he finally thrusted into you . You were embarrassed by the moan that managed to tear its way from your throat, being caught off guard by the sudden motion and the jolt of pleasure that shot through your body like a live wire. It felt so amazing to finally be filled, to satisfy that empty ache between your legs that had been becoming more intense ever since you left the party. Still, you weren’t about to give Medic too big of an ego boost, at least, not until he truly earned it.

“Harder!” you gasped, dragging your nails over his back, leaving stinging, raised red lines in your wake. “Come on, don’t you dare be gentle with me now.”

Medic chuckled wickedly, barely reacting to your scratching. “Oh, I don’t plan on being gentle with you, liebe.” Suddenly, your arms were pinned to the bed, his hands wrapped firmly around your wrists. His grip was rough and likely to leave bruises, and he soon set a merciless pace.

You struggled to contain your sounds as he slammed into you, trying to roll your hips to meet his strokes, but it was as if he was purposefully trying to make that difficult for you. His rhythm changed every time you began to get used to it. You growled in annoyance, but that only got a sly grin from Medic, proving that he was indeed doing this on purpose. Still, you tried to grind against him, at least until he released your wrists only to hold your hips still, preventing you from bucking or squirming. Your clit ached, desperate for either his touch or your own, a sensation that would have you seeing stars within moments.

“Fuck, I’m close!” you moaned, writhing futilely in his grasp, hands gripping the bed sheets to keep from just giving in and touching yourself. You wanted to get him to do it, you wanted that small victory.

“Beg for it,” Medic whispered, pressing his lips to your ear. There it was. You knew it was coming, but if he thought it would be that easy, he was a fool.

“Fuck you,” you said, glaring defiantly at him while he simply chuckled, seeming to find your defiance more as a form of amusement than a true challenge to overcome.

“Oh, you are, liebchen. However, that’s not the answer I’m looking for.” Medic stopped moving completely and you wanted to whine, but resisted the urge. You never let him dominate you without a fight on the battlefield, and the bedroom was no exception. It seemed that whether the driving emotions were that of hate or lust, it was always going to be war between you.

With a scoff, you decided to finally take advantage of the fact that he was no longer pinning your arms. You latched onto his hair again, pulling hard, which caught him off guard. He was thrown off balance just long enough for you to switch your positions, now finding yourself seated atop him while he looked up at you. He seemed bewildered, as if he was trying to figure out what just happened, and you found it adorable.

“See what happens when you get overconfident?” you said before beginning to mercilessly ride him, not wasting any time. Medic gasped, giving you a look of what could almost be considered respect before sitting back and enjoying the ride. It was actually quite attractive to see you bouncing on his cock.

You weren’t as close as you were before. The pause in the action had caused you to lose sight of your climax, but now that you were in control, it was quickly beginning to build again. However, by far the most appealing thing about being on top was the view you had of Medic’s reactions. You saw how his gaze lingered on the steady bounce of your chest as you rode him, the way he bit his lip to stifle moans whenever you did something especially good with your hips. But the best part was how you could feel his body beneath you, the way he shuddered and tensed up in response to whatever you did to him.

Your hands were planted on his lower stomach to steady yourself, and you could feel the way the muscles began to tighten. It was a sure sign that he was getting close as well. Medic wasn’t quite as intimidating like this, and it only served to make you bolder.

“I wonder what your team would think if they could see you right now, letting me use you like this,” you taunted, grinding against him to emphasize your point.

“I could say the same about you, fraulein. How would your team react if they knew I was about to make you come on my cock?” Medic’s hands latched onto your hips with enough force to throw you off your rhythm. You gasped as he lifted you slightly upwards before slamming you back down. You almost screamed as he managed to brush against an especially sensitive spot. “Ja, that’s what I want to hear. Scream for me!”

With him essentially moving you up and down on his cock, you knew you didn’t stand a chance. You surrendered, allowing him to maneuver you. If anything, it was a welcome break for your thighs. Even so, you weren’t about to become completely passive. You continued to rake your nails down the front of his body, over those tense muscles that were beginning to tremble beneath your touch. You knew he was close to coming undone, and the thought filled you with a sense of pride, because you were doing this to him. Even though he was gripping your hips with enough force to bruise, it would still be you that would eventually make him come.

“You’re close aren’t you?” you asked between moans. Medic shuddered, stammering, as if he hadn’t expected the question, and the reaction made you laugh. “Oh, you definitely are. You’re so tense.” You ran your hands over his chest and down to his stomach before leaning in to whisper into his ear, delivering the finishing blow. “I want you to come for me. I want you to come inside me.”

“Gott, liebchen!” Medic moaned, bucking up into you even as he slammed your hips against his, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin on skin. You leaned back, one of your hands sliding down your body until you could rub circles around your clit. You threw your head back, crying out as your orgasm washed over you. Medic followed almost immediately after, the feeling of you tightening around him finally driving him over the edge, letting out a low moan as he spilled into you with a few final, frantic thrusts.

When the initial euphoria subsided, you practically collapsed on top of him, completely unwilling to move. Your head came to rest on his chest and you could hear his pulse racing, along with the heavy rise and fall of his chest. Medic threw an arm over you, gently rubbing up and down your back. It wasn’t a gesture you expected, but it certainly wasn’t unwelcome either.

“God, I fucking hate you.” You said it out of pure habit at this point, but there was no real bite behind the words, not even a hint of malice. Medic actually seemed to take it as a compliment, reciprocating with a smirk.

“Likewise, liebchen.”

The irony of the situation was not lost on either of you, so casually declaring your hatred for one another while simultaneously cuddling up after a rough fucking. You weren’t sure which of you began laughing first, but soon you were both nearly in tears, the reality of how strange this scene was finally beginning to dawn upon you. But honestly, with all the other weird shit you had to deal with during your career as a mercenary, this might as well happen. Speaking of work…

“I hope you know that this doesn’t change anything,” you said, turning to look at Medic with a challenging smirk. “I’ll still fuck you up if we ever meet in battle again.”

You felt the vibrations of Medic’s laughter in his chest. “Of course.” He flashed a wide smile. It had just a touch of insanity to it. It was a look you had seen several times before, usually right before he plunged his weapon of choice between your ribs. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, fraulein.”

[vivinightingale]

Ooohoho! Requests are open!! Had a lil idea I think might be cool- maybe writing the Yugioh boys wearing high heels and how well they do in them? Maybe they lost a bet to the reader and in turn had to wear high heels the whole day? (By the way, it's so cool to see your Walten Files profile picture)

First off all I can think about is this song

And second I know I already said it, but thank you for recognizing my Walten files pfp at the time 🥺👉👈💕

Tw: cursing on my part sorry...

Yugi Muto

He couldn't say no to you, it was a terrible flaw honestly. So when you asked him to try on heels with you he couldn't say no.

To give him a little mercy you asked him to try on some chunky high heels, and yet he was still a wobbly mess.

Poor bby had to hold on wall just so he didn't fall and hurt himself. He eventually had to call it quits just so he doesn't hurt himself.

He won't ever do that again unless you ask but he will happily support you and compliment you.

Yami/Atem

He is a pro in them sorry I don't make the rules. I mean have you seen them legs 👀 now imagine then with heels 💅✨

So when you ask him to try on heels with you he accepts and rocks it hard. You honestly couldn't find one he didnt look good in.

Looks epically good in knee high boots you are honestly a little envoiuse of his natural heel talent, so you ask him for tips and tricks.

He doesn't have solid advice, but he will certainly help in anyway he can. He compliments you the whole time as well 💕

Joey Wheeler

A case of this man nearly broke is ankle. The two of you were betting about who the better duelist was, and unfortunately for him luck wasn't on his side this time.

So as a "punishment" you got him to wear heels, and it was both the funniest and scariest thing ever. He had on some bright red platform heels that he insisted on.

He could stand just fine but when he started walking he almost immediately feel to the ground barly twisting his ankle. You honestly felt so bad, and he played that.

You babied him all day and just basked in it. He might try on heels again for this treatment again.

Tristan Taylor

Broken ankle part 2 the electric Boogaloo. Much like just best friend he doesn't know what grace is. So when he loose a bet and had to out on heels. Well let's just say get the car ready.

Hoping he could keep better balance you gave him wedges to try on, and let me tell you, he was confident at first. He even tried to strut a bit.

And honestly that's how the two of you ended up at the hospital, your trying not to laugh as the doctor gave him a questioning look as one wedge is still on.

He is gonna try again when it heals! He wants to prove himself to you and those blasted heels you wear so much!

Duke Devlin

This man wear heels on the DL and you cannot convince me otherwise. Unlike Yami this man has practiced with them due to his fascination with heeled boots of any kind.

So when you ask him to try on heels with you he doesn't hesitate. He even shows you his little collection . He is even the type to give poiters, and keep you up if your struggle a bit.

Unlike everyone else this is how your bet started, you both wanted to see who could last all day in heels.

I'm sorry hun, but he won so just take the L and punishment.

Seto Kaiba

Normally this man wouldn't indulge in time wasters, but you convinced mokuba to help ask him to try on heels, and he couldn't say no to both his favorite people.

So there he stood in his office looking over some paperwork, while wearing stilettos. Not only did he look fine as hell, but he didn't even wobble! It was like Second nature.

So you and mokuba watched him all day doing his daily company stuff, while strutting around in heels, but the best part was at the meeting.

All the office croonys heard the tap of heels, and got slightly excited at the prospect of an attractive woman walking in, but it was just the scowling Seto. They were VERY disappointed.

Bakura Ryou

Heels are torture for this poor bby. He knows he told you he would try them on with you, but the thought of falling keeps him in his seat.

He honestly will only do it if your by his side helping him not to fall, but even then he is weary.

He looks good in them, so please let him know it. It not only helps boost his confidence, but makes him happy you think so.

Like Yugi will never wear them again after that, but he will happily support you from the sidelines!

Yami Bakura

No he isn't allowed around heels anymore. You decided to have a bet with him who would win the next duel Atem or Seto....you said Atem and won. So he had to wear your heels for the day.

It started off fairly normal, a bit wobbly but all in all good. That is until some unfortunately soul decided to pick a fight with for wearing heels.

Normally he would send them to the shadow realm with ease, but WHY DO THAT WHEN YOU HAVE A WHOLE ASS WEAPON ON YOUR FOOT?!

You had to pull him off of the poor sod and drag him away before authorities showed up. Since then he has had a new liking to heels.

Marik Ishtar

He isn't the best, but he isn't the worst?? He can stay up and walk around, but don't expect him to have them on all day. It's too much on his feet.

He will only wear them with or around you, for both safety and a little reassurance, but he will never wear them on the bike.

He wore then on the bike one, and it nearly got stuck, luckily he was able to unhook it without injuries.

You guys honestly look like a badass power couple when you wear matching heels, he will even post them on Instagram so everyone can be jealous 💕

Yami Marik

He is also one who is a pro at heels, he has never wore them beforehand but damn does he make them look good and vis versa!

All you had to do was ask him really nicely, and he decided to oblige your very odd request. He thought nothing of it just another pointless task you asked him to do.

So he walked around that whole day feeling slightly more intimidating then he did before but he won't tell you that

Though don't get your hopes up, just like the theif king he sees them as a portable weapon and won't hesitate to use them as such if need to.

[loquaciousquark]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E113 (Oct. 27, 2020)

Good evening and good night, lovely people of the world! We’re on the internet and ready to go. Tonight’s guests are Travis Willingham and Sam Riegel. This will be calm, controlled, and sane, I can feel it. Brian points out it’s been seven months since either of them were on Talks. Oof. (Sam asks if it’s been going the whole time without him. Bigger oof.) Travis keeps sneaking bites out of an acai bowl or something and tries to look sneaky about it, and I laugh every time because he’s just...so big. He’s such a big person.

(Brian is wearing a lobstrosity shirt. He and Travis talk about Dark Tower for a bit; then Sam tries to get into the conversation: “Is that the thing from It?” Brian: “Is what the thing from It?” Sam: “Is that lobster the clown from It? I’m not very literate. Is that a Langolier? Is that a Shawshank?”)

Announcements: none! Maybe they just forgot. We’ve been talking about Sam’s spooky skeleton decorations for like five minutes. Brian suggests taking them to Travis’s house. Travis: “That’s the fastest way to get to the smell of burning plastic.” Brian: “Speaking of your girlfriend...”

On Avantika: Fjord wouldn’t call it a relationship as much as a casual sexual interaction. Not official! Super not official!!

The first sea voyage wasn’t great for Fjord, but he tried to be thoughtful about preparing for this one before they left: praying, kneeling at the bow of the ship, etc. He’s a little disappointed the Wildmother didn’t even throw him a “yo, fam” heads up.

They weren’t sure how to resolve the conflict at first, since Avantika went for Fjord rather than the crystal. No one expected it to get exposed in that way. Travis thought the necklace was a pocket dimension and was alarmed to learn it wasn’t. Travis wants it destroyed along with the third gateway, so until they are he won’t rest easy.

Everyone enjoyed watching them all fail on the battlefield again. (Sam: “You used [Counterspell] so effectively!”) Travis thought he’d said Thunder Step, which would imply Avantika was running, rather than Thunder Wave. Sam says it’s fine since none of them have that spell and he wouldn’t know it anyway.

It’s very difficult for Veth to find reasons to stay with the M9. She loves the adventures and making a difference, but she also wants to come home and have weekends and have a husband and life. “She’s a career girl!” He’s very excited about the possibilities of Caleb’s transportation effectively creating an easy commute for her. He also, as a player, doesn’t want to be the person who’s always leaving the party. “My characters wanna roam!”

Travis was fully tilted that Avantika might have gotten away right before the break. He doesn’t think he could have focused on Vess DeRogna’s task knowing Avantika had gotten away; he was seriously working out how Fjord would leave the party to go make a last stand at the third gate if she’d escaped.

Sam looooves how Matt plays Yeza, but it honestly makes him feel a little worse at how encouraging he is for Veth to chase her dreams. “He’s always like - go shine! Go blossom!” He wants to have the conversation about Yeza feeling a little ignored. It’s fun to share the tales of adventures with Luc & Yeza. 

Travis says there’s no way it’s Molly--it’s all Lucien. They don’t know if it was a resurrection, if he’s undead, possessed, etc. Everyone--everyone--rags on Taliesin’s accent work. Brian surreptitiously claims Ashly was brought on to relieve him of the burden of the accent. Poor Ashly, ha!

Initially, Travis landed on the Oath of the Ancients, but it had more nature & pacifism in it than he felt fit Fjord very well. Many of them also had a focus on good & lawfulness, which also didn’t feel quite right; he also wasn’t that vengeful for some of the others. He & Matt got together and discussed options. Matt asked what Travis liked about Fjord; Fjord’s love for the ocean was a huge part of it, since Travis himself also loves the ocean & scuba diving, and so Matt created a custom oath for him. Travis does not plan to post its details, but he thinks Matt will at some point.

Cosplay of the Week! a lovely Scanlan by Air Bubbles Cosplay! Sam tells us the “canon” Scanlan cosplay was actually borrowed hodgepodge, and the boots were falling off all day.

It was really cool to see how Yeza & Luc have made a home in Nicodranas. Felderwin was okay, but kind of your basic D&D fishing village, and she likes the Nicodranas is much better. She’s confident & comfortable knowing her family is safe and sound.

Why is Fjord so interested in finding Sabian? To him, post-orphanage, his time with Vandren was the best of his life & the most love he’d ever received, because he mattered & had worth. It was taken by someone he’d known basically his whole life, so Fjord is not going to let that go. “That fuckin’ bill needs to be paid, my friend.”

Sam acknowledges that he should NOT have looked at his phone in re: the Vilya reveal, but it was pretty surprising! He can’t believe none of them recognized it! Travis points out the M9 had never met, heard of, or known anything about Vilya, so it’s not that surprising. Brian points out Matt has also done a really good job keeping the two campaigns separate, so any references were tasteful. Sam marvels that it was so well done: it was tasteful, had emotional and story impact... “That Matt. He’s getting better!”

Liam texted Sam back something like “oh SHIT.”

Knowing Veth had a chance to help someone else return to her child made Veth feel almost karmically forgiven for being away from her kid, but it also made Veth a little guilty--”this lady wants to desperately return home, shouldn’t I want to go home too?” Caleb’s teleportation spell couldn’t have come a better time.

Sam wants Caleb & Astrid to get back together (well, he says “hump each other”), and Dani’s eyebrows climb off her forehead. Veth/Nott really thinks Caleb needs to have a roll in ze hay, and feels like after meeting her that there is a kindness or vulnerability to her that could be worthwhile. Travis thinks she feels like someone tethered, that it feels like she has a bomb or something in her chest that’ll explode if she tries to leave. Sam thinks Eadwulf is super cool. None of these names are spelled like I think.

Travis found the dinner super frustrating, because he felt Caleb was trying to walk a diplomatic line and he just wanted to backhand Trent. 

Fjord is still coming to terms with his feelings for Jester, and the feelings are definitely real, but there’s a lot of timing that he’s considering and he also wants to figure out what the relationship is like outside of constant tension and battle. Fjord is also having trouble figuring out how to exercise the ability to display affection as well since he’s never received them, and is feeling out how to give and receive them. “It’s fine now, because he’s feeling it, but once you say it out loud, or once you come to a point where you make it known to the other side, then what happens? It might be ruined. It might be broken. Or it might not be!” The moment with the porcelain unicorn was too good not to try. Travis also sighs that he’s not a romance D&D guy, “but now I am! Fuckin’ Laura Bailey!” He’s definitely feeling it out and will see how it unfolds in the game.

If Jester hadn’t let go of the Traveler, Fjord would have either attacked the Traveler or the Moonweaver and tried to kick them both off.

Sam doesn’t think the Traveler’s realized yet what a dick he is. Brian thinks it may not happen in this campaign, but agrees the full weight of what he deserves hasn’t been felt yet. Travis: “Yeah, he came to the edge, but it didn’t cost him anything.” Brian: “Yeah, he’s a real edgelord.”

Fanart of the Week! a beautiful portrait of Molly in the snow by @claygryphon on twitter.

Veth acknowledges that they work for shady people with shady pasts, so Vess DeRogna isn’t her first rodeo, but this time it’s personal. It’s Jaws 2: Electric Boogaloo. Sam can’t commit to actual actions, since Vess is like level 20 or something, but “I will get some kinda revenge. Be it petty or significant, I will get revenge.”

How are they feeling about being in Eiselcross? They’ve only just landed, so not sure yet. The cold is intimidating. They’re excited to explore a new island that’s part of Wildemount, especially with the river of lava running through it. “It’s icy with lava? Sounds like a Dairy Queen.”

There’s still a ton of unknowns regarding the Tombtakers, Vess, the nature of their job, and who’s here on whose orders. They’re excited to see how it’s all going to play out. Travis laughs that he doesn’t take notes, he’s just here to fight things. It just washes over him when Matt starts talking about names and places. “It’ll reveal itself in time. [...] I don’t write those notes down. I don’t even know how to spell it off the bat.” I have never identified more with Travis. Sam actually does pay attention and take notes and was really impressed by Marisha’s dive.

Veth became interested in branding her own spellcraft as soon as she saw Caleb doing it. “That’s what the influencer agents are gonna be looking at. It would be nice to leave the world better than we found it, but also with some branded spells.”

What were Fjord’s thoughts on dropping so much money on the ring & the Ioun stone? It wasn’t about money for Fjord, it was about a cool thing to acquire. It’s why he saves money in his campaign. Caleb needs “as much of a flak jacket as he can get.” He also REJECTS the idea of buyer’s remorse on the ring and touts the effectiveness it’ll have on the lava river.

Travis talks about his old coins - a 340AD coin he bought at a ren faire and a 120BC coin that was a gift from a friend.

Sam marvels at the love and thought that Caleb put into the tower. Sam points out they forgot to go to the top two floors altogether. Travis: “Did the mansion get as much careful planning from Scanlan as the tower did from Caleb?” Sam: Absolutely not. But they were still thinking small in C1, figuring out how things went, and they didn’t have as much detail in their heads yet.

And that’s all the time we have for tonight! We end on everyone whispering way too close into their mics and tapping fingernails on mason jars. A fitting end to this crazy episode, I think.

Is it Thursday yet?