#<- based the name off of “speak no evil see no evil hear no evil do no evil” thing. like the monkey emojis 🙊🙈🙉🐵

[fever-project]

what started as a sort of horror AU is now quickly becoming found family lol

So I made a LoZ AU. A new one. Link’s voice got stolen by Hylia(what he thinks is Hylia at least), Zelda’s born deaf, and Ganondorf lost accidentally sealed his eyes shut while practicing dark magic. Vaati is here too. I didn’t want to draw his more humanoid form, so he can turn into a little bat critter. This Link also has the 4Sword, I just didn’t want to draw it. Also please click the image cause tumblr is destroying the quality of this on my end at least ha

[itsmarsss]

hunchback of notre-dame [Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Reader] (Marvel)

You get this ridiculous idea that you just need to mark a huge heart into his back.

Word count: 1,945

Warnings: sexual innuendos and jokes all around, mention of logan being a 'free pass' in your relationship lol, wade having a hard time grasping intimacy that isn't of a sexual nature, wade feeling self-conscious and speaking badly of his own appearance. established relationship. so many ridiculous and over-the-top pet names.

kiiinda loosely based off this ask- "Deadpool with s/o who keeps biting him? Not sexually (mostly) but I need to CHOMP this man."

“Please? Please please please please please please? Come onnnn sweetie-pie. Darling-dear. Baby boy. Baby.”

“Oh my God never call me ‘darling-dear’ again, what is this, medieval england?”

“Don’t change the subject!”

“Geez Louise why do you wanna do that so bad? Is it like a biting kink or something?”

“It could be.” You shrug.

“I’m listening.”

You roll your eyes at his reply. “‘Course now you are. I just wanna see how it looks!”

“It’s gonna heal in like two seconds, you know that, right?. I’m not sure it’ll even show.”

“Yeah but get this- what if you tried really really hard to stop it from healing?”

“I… don’t think that’s how it works, pookie-bear,” he tells you, booping your nose along with the ridiculous pet name.

You ignore it. “You don’t know that!”

He stops to think for a couple seconds before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. This once.”

“Yes! Take your shirt off. And throw it in the wash, how many days have you been wearing it for?”

“Oh, too many to count, sweetheart.” 

“That’s gross, Wade.”

“Hey now, I’m gonna revoke your biting privileges!” He threatens, but proceeds to take the shirt off as and throw it in the hamper anyway.

“Nuh-uh, no take-backsies.”

“Then stop insulting my habits!” He sits down on the bed and you sit yourself on your legs right behind him. 

“What? When have I ever done that?” You feign confusion, kissing his shoulder.

“Now that’s just gaslighting. You’re a gaslighter. A mean, evil, toxic gaslighter and you’re gaslighting me.”

You laugh. “Oh whatever, grown man who needs to be reminded to do his laundry. You ready?”

“No?”

“Why do you even care so much? You get, like, stabbed on the daily.”

“Yeah but this isn’t… stabbing. Stabbing I’m used to.”

“I can stab you if you want me to.”

“Can you really?” 

“If you’re into that,” you play along.

“Oh you know I am, baby. No but that’s not what I meant.”

You kiss his lower back without a warning, and you can’t contain a smile at the way he shivers. “What do you mean, then?”

“This is… different.” He fidgets with his own hands as he talks, eyes trained on them over his own lap.

“What, not every person you’ve ever dated that’s asked to bite a heart into your back?” You continue kissing your way up his back, up until where you want said heart to start.

“Oh no, everyone asks me for that on the reg actually. I’m actually super mega lucky that I heal so fast, otherwise I’d just have to come home with all those hearts on my back all the time and you would not be happy with that would you?”

You punch his shoulder lightly and he smiles. “You bet I wouldn’t! Only I get to do this, you hear me?” You exclaim, feigning offense.

“Wolvie carved a heart into my thigh once. Hottest thing to ever happen to me. No offense.”

“None taken.” You bite the skin of his back right where you’d just kissed before. Not so hard that it’s meant to hurt, it’s not that kind of night, but not as if he’d break either, since, well, he kind of can’t. You suck lightly on the skin to make sure to leave a tiny mark and it’s a little funny to be doing this with no ulterior motives. “Especially since that for sure never happened.”

“It could have.” 

“If Logan ever carves a fucking heart into your thigh and I’m not there to witness it I will be so mad.” 

“Hey I thought we had a free pass with him!”

“Not if I’m not involved! Or at least get to watch.”

“Aye, aye, captain. Anything else you wanna witness between us, sweetcheeks?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m done, how about that?” You grin before resuming your work, biting and sucking on the scarred skin until you can see the aligned marks almost forming the shape you want them to. 

It’s a shock that it gets him to shut up for even just a few seconds, so it’s no surprise that the silence doesn’t last all that long. “This is…  It’s different… It’s… It’s really intimate isn’t it? Like overwhelmingly so. Is it hot in here, are you hot?”

You stop immediately. “Hey. Don’t freak out on me. I know I insisted a little but I didn’t think you were hesitating ‘cause you were uncomfortable. I wouldn’t have-” 

“No- no no no no no, it’s fine. It’s… Nice. It’s silly, but it’s nice. Just different.”

You stare at him until he manages to get himself to look up at you and nod, easing your worries and letting yourself believe him. “Okay. But only if you’re sure. And don’t call me silly!”

“You’re making it really hard, sugartits.”

“Hey!” You flick the back of his head.

“Ow! What was that for? It’s obvious that by ‘it’ I meant my dick. I was dirty talking. Clearly.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You bite into his skin again. He stays still and weirdly quiet once again, eyes closed and still shivering occasionally as you trace kisses along his back before following them with bites and, finally, the main goal- the hickeys. 

“You done?”

“Almost. Missing three.”

“They all still there?”

“They’re fading, but they’re still there. You trying to keep them?”

He shrugs, very obviously trying his hardest to pretend he doesn’t care. “Well you wanted me to, didn’t you?” 

You smile, cupping his jaw with one of your hands and turning his face to the side so you can give him a quick kiss. 

“Almost done,” you promise.

“Do it harder.”

“What?”

“Bite harder.”

“What, is this you saying you have some sort of biting kink?”

“First of all, you should have guessed that. Second of all, no, I just don’t want them to fade so fast.” 

“So someone’s enjoying the idea now.”

“Enjoying is pushing it. Curious is a better-fitting word.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Making the last of the marks, you lean back to admire the work. “Done,” you announce, tracing the shape with the tips of your fingers. 

“Well, can I see it?”

“Yeah.” You pull him to his feet and lead him to the full body mirror in the corner of the room. Turning himself around so his back is facing the mirror, he looks over his shoulder so he can see it too.

“Oh.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I thought it would… you can barely see it with the… you know. The scars.”

“Of course you can see it! Look!” You trace the shape on his skin with your pointer finger for him to see in the reflection.

“You know what I meant.” 

“I- didn’t want it to make you feel bad. It was really silly anyway. You can let it heal if you want to.”

“It’s not- it’s not that. Fuck, I know this was supposed to be this whole funny haha silly cutesy little thing but I just- I don’t even know why you do it.”

“Do what?”

“Put up with it.”

“What exactly?”

“This. It’s not really the best view in town, is it?” There he goes, unable to look you in the eye again.

“Sorry?”

“Like why would you even want to see this? You just spent like ten minutes staring at my back, which frankly looks like I single-handedly brought leprosy back to fashion and then you- just- like even just my face is enough for people to, like, projectile vomit. Why’d you make yourself do this right now?”

“I didn’t make myself do anything. I had to convince you to let me do it´.”

“‘Cause you wanna prove something.”

“What would I wanna prove with something so dumb?”

“I don’t know. That you don’t see me as a monster or something.” 

“I don’t see you as a monster. But I wasn’t trying to prove anything.”

Letting his face fall into his hands, he lets out a frustrated sigh, as if he hadn’t meant for the conversation to come to this. And he probably hadn’t, really, but he already did so much of pretending to be fine all the time. It sucked to see him like this, but at least he was letting himself be real, be honest with you about the way he was feeling. 

You’ve come a long way to gain this kind of trust. 

“Sorry. Ruined the moment. Way to go, Wade!” He apologizes.

“You don’t have to say sorry, you know that by now.” 

He glances at the mirror again and sees all the marks have gone away already, his mind going elsewhere and interrupting the focus he’d been putting into trying to put off the healing of them. He finally turns around to actually face you. “See? Can’t even have this one fucking silly little thing you wanted. It’s gone already cause, guess what, I’m a fucking freak of nature now. Like The Hunchback of Notre-Dame or something. I don’t know, I didn’t watch the movie.” 

You laugh. “Well I’ll just be Esmeralda then.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Oh you’d find her so hot, dude. But doesn’t matter.” You walk up to him, kissing him gently from his ear to his jaw to his neck to his lips. “Don’t fucking question why I love you ever again, that’s, like, so rude.”

“Oh that was just so sappy, even for you babe, massive sap vibes all over.”

“Oh shut up you big baby.” You place a last gentle kiss on the palm of his hand. “I have an idea.” You pull yourself away from him, disappearing into the bathroom.

“Yeah? Does it involve pity sex? Cause I’m feeling down and I am ready to pounce if you are and-“ He raises an eyebrow in question when you come back holding up something. “That some new vibrator or something?” 

“Can you wait like ten seconds?” 

“Ten seconds? Babe, you know that’s asking too much of me when I’m this horny. They don’t call me The Flash for nothing.” 

“Who is ‘they’? And what does that even mean?”

“Sorry, wrong franchise. You wouldn’t get it.”

“Huh?”

“Back to the vibrator.”

“It’s lipstick.” You turn to face the mirror, taking your time applying the dark red color to your lips. “Kay, turn around, pretty boy.”

“Oooh, kinky! You gonna gimme a rimjob with that lipstick on?  Wait is that another kink? We are full of surprises today.” He quips, turning around as asked. 

“Wade please shut up.” 

“You know I can’t do th- aaahh what are you doing?” He flinches, taken by surprise by the kiss you place on his back, right where the heart you’d marked on him had been.

“Well you can keep these ones a little longer.” This time, he keeps quiet the entire time you take to mark the heart on his back once again, with the lipstick this time, reapplying it before every other kiss so the marks truly showed. 

“Fuuuckkk I’m never washing my back again,” he comments as he admires the reflection in the mirror.

“Don’t even start.” 

“I’m staying dirty forever and it’s gonna be your fault, sweetheart,” he declares as he turns around to face you, and it pleases you to see his mood seems better. 

“We are taking a shower in a couple hours and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“We?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively at the implication.

“If that gets you to actually shower for once.”

“Hey, I shower all the time!”

“Then you can shower without me like a big boy.” 

“Actually I don’t take showers I don’t know how.” 

“Yeah, yeah I figured.”

A/N: hey send me stuff for deadpool i actually enjoyed writing this lol it was v fun and cute!! i hope it isn't much too ooc lol i still gotta get the hang of writing wade

[smilesatdawnmain]

I had to get this out of my head.

You all have to suffer through this Art DUMP.

I LOVE the concept, of Macaque and Wukong having a big family. Soo.... All the ideas I had in my head for their children, I'm putting here in order of Oldest to youngest

Will these characters become canon or not?? I dunno! Some already are! I dunno about the rest of them!! But they are cute, and I LOVE THEM.

and Qi Haoyu is 100% based off the "Destined One" in Black Myth: Wukong (NO SPOILERS! I HAVEN"T FINISHED THE GAME! I just love this concept of Wukong having a child that is basically him but all serious and doesn't talk. I don't even know if the Destined One is his child or not, or some clone?? Or descendant?? I dunno!

But here they are!

We got their names, powers, some fun facts, what the World refers to them as/their titles, and then what Macaque nicknames them cause he gives all of them the cutest nicknames~

(Also I totally did the three wise monkeys reference with them.

Haoyu: Hear no evil

Bao: See no evil

Rumble: Speak no evil

[gogotti]

Simon “Ghost” Riley/Fem! Reader NSFW

Thinking thoughts…..thinking so many thoughts. This is very self indulgent btw 😚 (that’s why it’s she/her instead of “you”). This also isn’t my typical style I just wrote this out so fast cause I NEEDED this to live in more than just my head lmfao

Warnings: ghost being kinda weird, obsessed!Ghost, breeding mentions, reader gets head, massage with evil intentions lmfao, this man is way to happy to have a wife

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Ghost who’s just a bit too obsessed with the new seargent on the team, who constantly makes sure he’s the one who delivers her paperwork so he can point out the silly little decorations in her office, just so he can learn the name of her desk pets or hear the story behind the figurines and funkos strewn about. He makes sure to get her favorite coffee order once he learns what it is (he definitely didn’t snoop around in her morning trash after kindly offering to take it out), and always makes sure to get some snacks along with it.

He stands a bit too close to her and makes her look up at him over the rims of her glasses- she looks so pretty batting her lashes up at him (she’s literally just blinking). It gets to the point that he leans over her desk while she’s typing away, so focused on her work but making sure to look at him every once in a while as he rants about god knows what. Speaking of, shes so much shorter than him so he gets away with staring at her lips as she rants about some pissy lieutenant on base or the recruits she has to train. He makes sure he doesn’t get caught lecturing them or yelling their ears off in her honor.

He absolutely starts picking up some of her slang and using it mid sentence just to see her face twist in confusion when he uses it wrong or amusement because he uses it at all. Absolutely pretends to not hear her say something just so he can hear the frustration in her pretty voice as she repeats it for the 3rd time (he’s ears aren’t what they used to be, love, that’s all). Loves aggravating her, misplacing things in her office, eating the last of her snacks, all so he can hear how angry she gets when she notices or how whiny she gets when she sees the wrapper in the trash. (Dammit Johnny, how could you do that to her?)

It all begins to overflow when they’re assigned an undercover mission together, newlyweds in a nice gated neighborhood. Unfortunately for them the security feeds in the house are all monitored by the very people they’re trying to expose, so not only do they have to be all lovey dovey in public but also behind closed doors. He takes the news so much better than she (or Laswell for that matter) thought he would and he makes it very very apparent on the drive there that he’s going to make her feel oh so special. He doesn’t hesitate to book hair and lash appointments, he wouldn’t dare forget her nails either (especially not her toes, he’s definitely making sure he has something pretty to suck on).

He knows his restraint is gonna be tested when she greets him at the front door after work, the house smelling like a good home cooked meal, and a pretty apron still tied around her waist. It takes everything in him to not bend her over the countertop and take her when she starts making his plate, all he can do is slowly untie her apron and place it to the side, thanking all the higher powers for his patience.

He can’t stop himself when he comes home late one night, exhausted from hard labor and finding her laid out so nicely on their bed, one of his shirts covering her slightly, just enough for her pretty panties to peak out from underneath. He just plops himself down on her legs and feigns giving her a massage, ignoring her protests that she should be giving him the massage. He lies through his teeth about knowing all the chores she did, and being so proud and thankful and oop…

Well of course he’s gonna be hard when she’s making all those pretty noises as he gets that nasty knot out of her lower back, and he’s also so pent up because he’s been so stressed lately from work and today was extra hard because of this, that, and the third. It doesn’t take long for him to start humping her like a fucking animal, grunting and growling as his stiff cock soaks his work pants with precum. God, her ass is so soft and he could only let the mental image of the recoil fuel his desire further; now hooking an arm under her plump waist and pulling her into him harder than necessary but how else would he give her a sneak peak of what he’s gonna give her later. He knew his cum was leaking through and soaking her panties and he couldn’t give less of a fuck, the only thing crossing his mind was the thought of the little wet spot she’d have herself.

Well, he’d definitely think about making it worse as he ate her out through her panties, listening to his pretty little pup’s whines as she begged him to take them off, to play with his puppy the right way. He couldn’t tell her no, god he’d be so good at following orders, ripping off her underwear so quick and going to town on her pretty cunt. He would make the most obscene noises, all the slurping and sucking, his heavy pants as his tounge greedily lapped at her pussy (you’d think he was the pup with the whines he’d let out when she shoved his head closer).

He’d make her cum three, four times with his tounge, all while pathetically humping the bed. He’d bury himself in her cunt, finally letting her close her thick thighs around his head and suffocate him while he came hard. He isn’t finished of course, now he needs to bury his fat cock in her, make sure he doesn’t waste his next load becuase he needs to breed his pretty wife. So what, if this was a 4 month mission, she signed the papers, fake names or not, she was his pretty little housewife. He wouldn’t stop if she was tired, hell he was fucking exhausted already but none of that mattered, she needed to be satisfied, filled to the brim with cum because he can’t believe he made his wife wait this long for a good ol’ fashioned fucking. He should have fucked her stupid the day he brought her home, all wrapped up in that pretty wedding dress that hugged every single last one of her curves in a way that made him fist his cock that night in the shower.

He’d repay his debts, make sure her cunt was filled as she fell asleep next to him. Then he’d kiss her puffy pussy in the morning, whispering meaningless apologies because he was NOT sorry; he’d make her breakfast in bed and make sure to bring a painkiller on the way back to their room, he could only imagine how sore her thighs were too.

[in1-nutshell]

Susan and Ironhide: Meetings and Cars

part 3 of Susan and Ironhide

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Mention of injury, Human reader

TFP

“And there. All wrapped up.”

Susan tried to touch the new bandages on her temple but was promptly swatted by Nurse Darby.

“No touching, you can mess it up or get it infected.”

Susan gave her a lopsided smile and a thumbs up.

“Thanks Ms. Darby!”

June smiled softly at the teen girl, silently wondering what did Jack or Miko saw in her. The nurse had met some questionable people (and bots) in her days, but Susan didn’t seem to be like the person to do something bad. The aforementioned Ironhide was currently patting the back of the young scout who was whirling and chirping happily.

The newcomer’s entrance was a bit… eventful.

Mainly with Ironhide transforming in the middle of the base, yelling for someone to get a medkit, while holding a slightly bloodied dazed Susan. The bots were surprised with the arrival of the missing mech, but June just saw a hurt girl gripping to the mechs digits to dear life.

After cleaning and disinfecting the wound on the girl’s head, June was surprised to hear that this was the ‘evil’ Susan Farmfield. The same Susan Miko had gone on and on about being the team’s newest enemy. The same person who wanted to expose the bots secret to the entire world for her ‘secret plans to take over the world’. The single mother couldn’t see the smiling, dazed girl hurting a fly.

Despite the initial injuries, Susan was positively beaming at the Prime as he began his introduction speech. Sure, Ironhide already gave her the run down, but there was something the way Optimus had with talking had Susan grasping at every word. She didn’t notice Ironhide leaning a bit down to June’s level.

“Is she okay? There was a lotta blood comin’ out.”

Susan hoped off the human sized stretcher, stumbled a bit, before standing proudly.

“I’m good! See!”

Ironhide had a bit of a frown as his digit ghostly touched the bandages, venting a bit in relief before addressing June.

“Thank you ma’am.”

June smiled.

“No problem, but next time try to avoid jumping out of moving cars.”

Susan sheepishly chuckled.

“Didn’t have much of a choice Ms. Darby. It was either that, or let Knockout take me to Megatron.”

June shuddered a bit at the mention of the name of the Leader of the Decepticons.

A hand appeared on Susan’s shoulder, turning to see a new person. The man had a bit of a frown on his face and started guiding her to a nearby room.

“Now hold on a second there.”

The green mech, Bulkhead if Susan recalled, stopped Ironhide in his track.

“Easy Hide, it’s just Fowler. He’s not going to do anything to her. Probably ask a few questions.”

Susan passed him a reassuring smile, but for who that smile was for she couldn’t tell you. The girl soon disappeared into the room with the man.

Ironhide felt a bit uneasy not being able to see where his friend was given the day they all just had. He turned around to face Optimus and the others.

“Speaking of questions, I have a few of ma own.”

Optimus nodded.

“Ask old friend. What is on your mind?”

Ironhide made eye contact with Bulkhead. Something in his optics glistened dangerously.

“Starting with you Bulk. What exactly did ya mean when ya said, and I quote, ‘can we just leave her’!?”

This outburst surprised most of the team. They had seen Ironhide get worked up, but never this quickly. Bulkhead responded.

“You don’t know her Hide. She’s—”

“Our enemy!”

Ironhide’s gaze shifted to the other human girl.

“Your what?”

“She’s, our enemy! She’s been trying to expose the team for months and keeps on trying to find relics to do experiments on. We’re lucky enough to stomp on her plans before they get out of control.”

Ironhide blinked a few times.

“…Are ya sure you aren’t talking about anotha Susan?”

“Did she brainwash you?”

Spunk. Ironhide had to give the kid that.

“Suzzy didn’t brainwash me kid. And whaddya mean by experimenting?” The red mech turned to the other bots. “Some more context would be greatly appreciated.”

…

The mini interrogation was something Susan half expected once Agent Fowler introduced himself. She was not expecting some of the dramatic things the others had accused her of doing. Yes, she fessed up about the website and looking for aliens, but never for harmful reasons. Susan just wanted to know if there was life out there and wanted to show the world. Her grandfather’s dream that was passed down to her, another fellow dreamer. A dream that brought a lot of loneliness, until Ironhide came along. For the first time Susan had a genuine friend who cared for her. A friend whose life was at risk because of her dream. Susan would not let that threat hang over her friend’s head.

As angry as she felt about the others spreading these dramatic rumors about her, a small part had forgiven them. They were, in a way, doing the same thing she was, protecting their friends… though the comments were unnecessary…

 Fowler could easily tell that the rumors hurt the girl more than what she was letting on. To be honest, he couldn’t see this as the ‘evil Susan’ Miko had been talking about. That girl did know how to put in the dramatics into her stories.

“Its just a bit hard to understand why they told everyone that. Oh, that probably why they were looking at me like I ran over animals for fun!” Susan groaned as she hid her face in her hands.

“I figured that Miko might have been over doing some of the stories.”

Then the room shook violently.

THUD!

Both Fowler and Susan had been thrown from their chairs from the earthshaking movement.

“What in the Sam Hill…” Susan looked over at him.

“Maybe it was an earthquake?”

“SAY THAT AGAIN I DARE YOU!”

Susan tensed up at the familiar yelling.

“Defiantly not an earthquake.”

Both humans immediately stood up and went to the door to see what had happened. It turned out Ironhide was about to have some sort of fight with Bulkhead leading to a lob flying over into the human area.

Without thinking twice, Susan ran over to the group to see if they were okay.

“You okay guys?”

Jack, June and Raf nodded while Miko just huffed.

“Wait where Mrs. Darby?”

“My mom left a few minutes after you went in. Something about an emergency at work.” Jack’s response calmed her nerves a bit. Susan got to the guard rail and whistled loudly getting the bots attention.

“HEY! Who threw that! Some of us could have gotten hurt!”

Miko piped up behind her.

“And why do you care?”

Susan gave the girl a neutral look while crossing her arms.

“I care if my friends get hurt, now whether they like to think of me as a friend is a different story.”

The girls stood in silence glaring at each other.

Someone grunting brought them back to reality.

The bots were staring at them both, Susan couldn’t read their expressions. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as soon as she saw Ironhide. This was not how she thought tonight would go down.

“I umm… I—”

Miko groaned at her lack of speech.

Susan felt downright ashamed for the presentation and just looked down.

“Well, that was something. Hey Miko, are you sure this is the evil human that you mentioned?” The white one, Smokescreen, chimed.

Susan again ignored the pain the insult did. Ironhide didn’t.

“Yes, Miko, tell us if this is tha person you’ve been talkin’ about to the team.”

“Ironhide—”

“No. That’s enough outta you Bulk, I need to hear this for myself.”

Ironhide walked over to the railing, but Susan quickly got in between Miko and Ironhide. She already brought enough trouble here already; she was not going to let it fester with her being here.

“If you all don’t mind, I think its time for me to leave.” Turning to Ratchet and continuing.

“I understand that you have an operational groundbrigde, you can just drop me off outside the town limits.”

Susan tensed hearing Miko saying ‘Finally’.

She looked over to Optimus with slight pleading eyes. “Please?”

The Prime took a couple seconds before getting Ratchet to ready the groundbrigde as Susan got down to the main floor. She noticed Ironhide was starting to follow her.

“Wait, wait, wait Hide. I can just walk home.”

Ironhide was a bit surprised by the comment.

“In the dark? Not a chance.”

“I’ll be fine. Plus, you have a lot of catching up to do with your team. You mentioned how much you wanted to talk to them, just talk away.”

“Susan!”

“Ironhide!”

Both bot and human were at a standstill, both not wanting to budge.

Susan’s eyes glistened a bit before Ironhide vented in defeat.

“Fine, but if you need me, I’ll be here.”

Susan nodded before turning and walking into the portal. The cool breeze of the night gently passed through as the girl walked out of the portal. Said portal that disappeared as soon as her foot left it and made contact with the rocky sand. The girl’s legs wobbled as some bile crept up her throat.

Note to self, don’t eat a heavy lunch before going through a groundbrigde.

It took a few minutes for her to recover from her lunch attack before looking at the town. Little lights twinkled a bit and grew a bit bigger with every step. Maybe she should have let Ironhide drive her home.

Ironhide…

Her vision started getting blurry thinking about the old mech. That was probably the last time she was going to see the mech. There was no way she could go back there without causing drama in the ranks. The others were probably going to convince him that she was some low life villain, there were enough bots there to convince him anyways. Not to mention that there was a war he had to worry about. Ironhide wasn’t going to have any time to see her.

Her friend…

Her dear friend…

Her only friend…

Her knee buckled a bit before tripping over a rock and falling on her face.

That was the last straw on the camel’s back.

Susan pulled her knees to her chest and began to sob. The tears and sand didn’t help with her depressing mood. Today had just been too much for Susan. As much as she would have liked to change today’s events, she knew that it was probably for the best.

That’s what hurt the most.

It was time to start accepting she wasn’t going to ever see him again. If staying away meant that Ironhide could finish his war and reconnect with his family, she’d stay away. Its not like anyone cared to stick around long with Susan Farmfield anyways.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before the sound of a car pulling up got her attention. The girl expected to see the old red truck, maybe a last goodbye in private. Instead she was faced with a blue, and grey car. A bulkier model too, not too uncommon to see around the town. A small Decepticon insignia caught her eye under the moonlight. Susan just stared in horror as the mech transforming right before her.

Her body screamed to run, but the combination of her blurry vision and pounding head made her movements sluggish. Next thing she knew, Susan was in the blue mechs servos. Her reflection shining bright in the Con’s optics.

“… Hello. Who are you?”

“Someone trying to settle a score, Fleshy.”

[so-long-soldier-writes]

He’s Like A Puppy

kai parker x reader

summary: an argument starts up when damon and bonnie return to the boarding house to find you and kai spending time together. it goes south when you start to defend kai against your friends' remarks.

≪ originally publishes on ao3: 2/24/23 ≫

tags: discussion of murder, cupcakes, small biblical references, fluff

word count: 967

“Don’t you see that he’s dangerous? You’re insane to think otherwise,” Bonnie scolds you, pointing at Kai in the corner.

Kai, who, at this very moment, is sitting on a stool with a cupcake, a bit of the frosting on his nose.

“Very dangerous,” you comment, holding back a chuckle. 

She rolls her eyes, “you didn’t see him in the prison world. You don’t know what he’s done.”

“Killed some people? Doesn’t everyone do that around here?”

“So you think it’s okay?”

“I mean, no, it’s not okay, but if we’re gonna declare Kai evil because he killed a couple folks, then everyone else here is, too. I mean, hell. Stefan’s been a ripper, Damon’s… Damon, Elena’s famous for turning off her humanity, Caroline’s temperamental.”

“Y/N, he massacred his family, there’s a difference.”

“Is there? Killing your family, or killing strangers who had lives and families that you know nothing about? And for all we know, maybe it was a Menedez’ brothers situation.”

“Okay, yes, I see your point about the strangers. But are you implying it’s okay to kill your family if they hurt you a teensy bit?”

“May I just say it was more than a teensy bit?” Kai interrupts.

“Shut up-”

“You shut up, Damon, I’m trying to hear all sides of this story.”

“Y/N, you’re talking crazy right now! He’s a liar. A manipulative, sociopathic liar. Besides, his name’s Malachai, for heaven’s sake! He said it himself, ‘it’s like his parents expected him to be evil’.”

You chuckle.

“What’s so funny about that?” Damon’s eyes narrow. 

“You do know that ‘Malachai’ literally means ‘angel’, right? In fact, it’s a Biblical name. Malachai was a prophet of… y’know that actually doesn’t matter. Regardless, you can’t tell that someone’s evil based on their name. Unless that name is literally, like, Lilith. Or Lucifer.”

“Whatever. You can’t trust someone based on their name, either,” she counters.

“Didn’t say I trust him off his name. Just said we should treat him as we do everyone else in this massive fucking house that’s killed a bunch of people. And how do we treat them? Oh yeah - with understanding, and reason.”

“He stabbed me in the gut, Y/N.”

“So has Damon.”

“Yeah, but I have the right to kill her because we’re friends.”

“Do you even hear yourself when you speak, or is it white noise in your head while a little mouse plays scrabble with sentences?”

“Uncalled for.”

“Was it?”

They’re left at a standstill. No one is sure what to say next. 

“Okay,” you carefully start, “whether or not you trust Kai, he’s here. And, for reasons I don’t know but I also don’t care, he’s been staying here, at the boarding house. Now, since I’m your out-of-town friend, I am also staying here, at the boarding house. So what’s wrong with us hanging out since we’re quite often, literally the only two people here?”

They, again, see the point in your statement, but continue to bicker about it anyway.

“He could hurt you.”

“Could, yeah. But we were chilling for two hours before you guys came back. Nothing happened.”

“Except he’s eating the cupcakes that Elena specifically made for the party tonight.”

“Maybe you shoulda labeled them ‘no touching’ or something.”

“Are you defending him over this now?”

“Well now I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“I just… Elena’s going to be pissed when she finds her cupcakes gone.”

“Only one’s gone, she’ll barely notice.”

“I’ll tell her he stole it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, what’s she gonna do? Make him throw it back up?”

“One, gross. Two… maybe I’ll just let her finally kill him. That would solve a lot of our problems.”

You can’t help but smirk, “and we’ve come full circle. House of killers.”

Damon’s eyes widen as he realizes, “wait. No, wait. But it’s, ack, you suck. Fine. She won’t kill him. Just get him out of the kitchen.”

You shrug and make your way over to Kai, who’s now licking icing off his fingers. “Wanna go watch a movie?”

“Sure.” The answer is hesitant, but his excitement is given away with a sparkle in his eyes. 

“What? This was the original problem, Damon! They can’t be alone together! What if he snaps again?”

“Bonnie,” you take a deep breath, “he’s not going to hurt me.”

“How do you know that?”

“Look at him - he’s like a puppy. Just needs a friend and he’ll be okay. I’ll be fine. We’re gonna go get out of your hair, get out of your cupcakes, and watch a movie.” You state, taking his hand. 

“Call if you need anything,” Bonnie just rolls her eyes.

“Might need a grocery store run, but I won’t need help.”

“Whatever.”

◇◇◇◇

Halfway up the stairs, Kai looks behind him to face you, “why’d you call me a puppy?”

“Because you are one. Y’know, I mean what I said. I trust you, and you’re safe with me. You just need some company, Kai. It couldn’t have been easy being isolated for eighteen years.”

“So… you’re gonna be my company?”

“Is that okay?”

He smiles, his dimples showing on the sides of his face, “mhm.”

“Good. But two things… one, if you’re ever feeling angry or uneasy, come to me first, okay? I don’t want them to hurt you, so give me a chance to help you through it.”

“Okay.”

“And two, let’s not eat any more of Elena’s cupcakes. I know, pissing her off is fun sometimes, and they’re really good cupcakes. But we can make our own so Damon doesn’t kill us.”

“Fine, I won’t eat hers.”

“Sounds good. Thank you, Kai.”

“Thank you, actually. Um, for defending me earlier, and being a friend.”

“Of course. Now, let’s go watch a movie. I have Oreos in my room.”

[skeletonapricationday]

Concubine

Warnings: corruption, innocent female reader, cunnilingus, oral female receiving, virgin reader, Sukuna x reader.

Minors dni

You release a heavy breath, releasing your anxieties. You smooth your hands over the transparent white gown, and adjusted your kosode over it. This is what your family wanted, to offer something to Sukuna for his good will. What were they offering?

Well it was simple, you. Sukuna had quite the taste for women, the pickiest playboy to ever be seen. Considered a God amoung men, a God among sorcerers. You pray you don't get rejected as soon as you open the door.

You walk slowly, adjusting the short sleeves of the silken fabric. You try to fill your face with confidence and prepare to lilt your voice. You were going to become his concubine, with his permission of course.

The shrine is dark as you enter, the room decked in treasures. You pass servants as you walk up to the doors of the throne room. A cheerful looking shrine maiden greets you. "Hello, what is your business with the lord?" She asks.

"I am a offering." You state simply, slowly raking your hands over your outfit to prove your point.

"Ah, another concubine?" She asks softly. She tilts her head at you in worry. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You lie. You're entirely unsure. Who would ever be sure when being offered to a temperamental being?

"Then enter." She states simply, slowly opening the huge door in front of you. The doors were at least 8 feet tall. You gulp and walk, trying not to think of how huge this man is. If he can even be classified as a man.

As you soon as you enter you keep your head down, walking to the base of the throne and kneeling. The jewels in your hair clanking as you do.

"And you are?" You hear above you. The voice dark and eerie, ringing off the huge walls.

You state your name and clan quietly, trying to speak as attractively as possible. "I am a sign of goodwill. If you will have me, lord Sukuna." You speak softly.

You hear a laugh, one that tempts your head up but you don't. It didn't matter what he looked like. The only thing that mattered was protecting your family. If warming the bed of a God is what you must do, it's what you will do. "You're quite the loyal thing aren't you?" He quips. A smile in his tone.

"Yes sir." You reply. Your knees hurting from the constant contact to the ground.

"Raise your head. Slowly." He commands. "I wanna see how pretty you are."

You slowly lift your head as told. Inching your head off the ground at a turtles pace. Finally he's in view. He had four arms, interesting markings, and he was huge. You underestimated how big he would be. He narrows his four eyes, examining your face. "Ah you're a cute thing." One of his four arms reaches out, beckoning you.

You slowly rise off your knees, thankfully, and walk to him. Stopping when his arm signals. He signals you to spin around, and you do. This is emrbassing, you felt like an item in a display case. His gaze didn't stop that feeling either. "At the very least they are offering a pretty creature. Tell me, are you expirenced?" He asks with a stern face.

"I am a virgin sir. I have yet to bloom past being kissed." You respond earnestly. Emrbassed at your lack of knowledge as a concubine.

He lifts an eyebrow amused. "They're giving me a virgin, as a concubine?" He laughs out. An evil smirk spread across his lips. His aura overpowering. "It seems they do not respect me." He says earnestly. You're quick to look surprised and rebuttal.

"No, lord Sukuna. I simply refused any and all contact...with any man I've met." You say softly, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"They offer me a virgin, an inexperienced thing. They're basically asking me to teach you." He hums and reaches a long arm out, pulling you close. His arm gently sits you in his lap, causing you to blush. "That's fine, I'm merely teasing you girl. I like the idea of corruption." He speak with a michevious grin. His face revealing the several disgusting thoughts in his head.

"Curruption?" You ask confused. You understand but you also don't. Completely sheltered your entire life.

"Yes girl, corruption." He laughs, stroking your hip. He leans in and whispers into your eat. "I'm going to turn you into a full fledged flower, girl." He teases, one of his several hands undoing your robe.

Your tender flesh revealed to his four evil eyes. The see through fabric underneath nothing more than a temptation worn for him. "A virgin concubine in lingire." He says amused. Running a hand between your breasts, not exactly touching them but hinting at it. "You become more and more fun." He licks his lips.

"I only put the outfit on in hopes it would be convincing." You say nervously, your pretty face knitting in emrbassement.

"It is. Tell me girl, do you truly know who I am?" He asks sternly, his face turning from soft amusement into a cold gaze.

"You're lord Sukuna. God amoung men and sorcerers. That is all I know, sorry sir." You say softly, biting your bottom lip.

He laughs, face humorous again. "Is that how I was described to you? Geez you're an innocent little thing. I must change that." His quick hands rip the fabric from your body, leaving your outfit tattered, and your bare skin revealed.

You squeak embrassed, tempted to cover yourself up. Blushing so hard it reaches your thighs. "Sukuna!" You shout surprised. You were about to apologize but he laughs.

"That's right, contuine to shout my name girl." He quips, standing while continuing to hold you. Two of him arms letting you sit against him as his broad frame walks the shrine. Your naked body pressed against his still clothed one. The silk of his robe kissing your skin. "Albeit I rather it be a shout of pleasure." He says smiling, his words honeyed.

You're set on a bed, soft sheets greeting your flesh. You look up at him through your lashes, his tall stature making you feel tiny. "Are we going too..." You ask biting your bottom lip.

"What else does it look like?" He asks cockily. "I'm not exactly a patient man, and you served yourself up on a silver platter. One who denies a meal obviously has never gone hungry before." He licks his lips slowly, leaning against you. He kisses the side of your neck, working up to your lips. Kissing you deeply, it feels heavenly despite the demonic man. His lips moving in sync and teaching your inexperienced ones. You moan into it, surprisingly leaning towards him as he pulls away. You slowly open eyes back up, looking at him.

"I love being looked at like that." He grins, rubbing your thigh before going between them. Quickly cracking your legs open to see.

"Sukuna that's so...emrbassing." You say simply, wetness pooling between your legs. He watches you grow wet with a grin.

"If this is emrbassing, tell me why are you so wet?" He rubs two fingers between your folds, teasing your clit softly. "That is unless you have a thing for humiliation. Do you girl?"

"No it's just, we kissed so." You tilt your head away emrbassed. It surprises you when he bawks out a laugh.

"A kiss is all it takes?" He licks his lips slowly, part of his tongue gently touching against you in the process. "Then should I kiss your lips again?" He asks.

You nod slowly, expecting him to rise up and kiss you but he doesn't. He dives into your cunt, lapping between your folds. You moan loudly, reaching a hand down into his hair. "That's not my lips!" You shout between groans of pleasure.

He chuckles into your wetness, forking his tongue at your clit before pulling away. "Nonsense. Your lips were just begging to be kissed." He grins. "Though not the ones on your face." He goes back in. Lapping up your juices and groaning into you like a starved man. Your legs twitch, trying to snap closed around his head, but his strong arms keep you open.

He slips his tongue inside you, two fingers teasing your pleasurable pearl. Moving at the same pace at your clit, as his tongue does inside. "Sukuna-kuna that's so-" You try to talk, but your mind is blank. Nothing more than the feeling of pleasure greeting your mind. "Feels good." You finally come to a conclusion, simply praising him for the pleasure you feel.

Eventually you feel an unfamiliar knot in your stomach. Your moans becoming higher pitched, and your hips bucking subconsciously. "Wait something feels weird- like fire." You whimper out. Both of your hands pulling at his hair, trying to push him away. His tongue only starts to move faster, drinking down anything coming out of you. "I can't- I don't know what this feeling is!" You whine loudly

Finally he pulls his tongue out of your hole and sucks hard on your clit. Making you come undone. " 'Kuna that's aaa so good!" You whine. Back falling down onto the bed as he sucks at the cream of your orgasm. "Soo good."

He laughs and pulls away with a grin. "That's it my little concubine. How did it feel, cumming for the first time?" He asks, his face proud.

"Like a white noise washed over me. It burned but...in a good way." You say between pants. Still utterly confused at the feeling but reveling in it.

He strokes the side of your face gingerly, you nuzzle your face into his hand. Desperate for the contact. "Tell me girl, do you want more?" He smiles lazily at you. Now that you can clearly see his face again you blush. His sharp chin soaked in your juices.

"Yes, please." You say softly. He grins broadly.

"Good girl."

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Hi, pookie 🖤 how are you? May I request 👉🏻👈🏻 24 (revenge) + Don John. Please 👀

Hi Scarlett 🥺🥹!! I hope I did good for you!! —Don Jon x F!Reader ( TW: spanking, dubcon, namecalling, Don Jon being evil, nsfw )

“Unhand me, you brutes!” Your struggle, both physically and vocally, holds no weight here, while one henchman on each arm drags you into the Bastard Prince’s room to face your untimely demise. “I swear I will burn this place to the ground and you along with it! I said unhand me, cursed whoreson!”

“What an ugly mouth on a pretty maiden,” says the reason for your distress, looking very much—almost comically so—like a dark hearted villain intent on consuming every last ounce of your decency and pride.

You scowl deeply at him. “I suppose this is the only way you can get pretty maiden’s into your chambers?” Even though you know that is not true. Jon is a handsome man with cheekbones like sharp glass and skin doted on by the sun. More often than not, he is stumbling home drunk with some ditzy, poor thing clinging to his battle-sculpted arm.

“I changed my mind.” He is no longer speaking to you, but now his obedient dogs. “You can gag her.”

Your eyes grow wide upon seeing the thick, braided rope they intend to use in binding you. Luckily, each dufus has forgotten you have two working legs, so while they’re distracted with tugging your hands behind your back, you knee one in the groin and have just enough space to wriggle away unscathed.

Until a brawny, painful grip wraps around the base of your skull and pulls you back, into solid, lean muscle. To hell with your mind as it muses about how good this bastard feels behind you, and to hell with your cunt as it plumps for his deft ropework and sinister voice so close to your hot skin.

“Never had a man tie you up, lambkin?”

“Unlike some people, I’m not a whore, so no. But do tell me what it was like.”

“Was it not you that assumed my virginity but five minutes ago?” His voice turns sour, and you prickle with pride at your ability to get under his skin even when he has you trussed up for his mercy and enjoyment.

“I didn’t say you were successful in any of your numerous pursuits, just that there are far too many.”

You can feel his blood boil, skin warm and flush deep crimson. “Maybe next time, I will gag you, but for now, I very much want to hear that vulgar tongue plead for my quarter.”

Next time? What next time? There hasn’t even been a this time yet. Is his plan to put you in bondage and then insult you? God, if it is kill me now, you pray, despite belonging to no religion. You don’t think you can take much more of his insufferable mouth. Although, perhaps if it was licking between your thighs that would be a different story.

Your imagination supplies the frequented vision wherein you’re tugging on his thick hassock of hair while he does whatever it is that men do when their face is buried in your sex. This fantasy you’ve had for a while, ever since hearing Margaret talking about how his otherwise useless mouth drove her to a clenching, cosmic defeat.

He’s spewing some more dribble that you have no care for, and you’ve missed most of it while lost in your fantasy. You do, however, catch his nagging complaint, and the reason for him wanting your company on this humid night.

“You should have kept your mouth shut, and you wouldn’t be here at all.”

“I’ve no clue what you’re talking about, Jon.”

A firm, stinging slap lands on the fat of your behind, wrenching a yelp and curse. “Watch it!”

“You will address me be my proper title, little snitch, or I will do worse than spank you.”

“Oh come off it,” you sigh, although too cowardly now to add his improper name to that sentence, a fact probably not missed by him. “Your plan was so stupidly apparent that Don Pedro would have meddled it sooner or later. I was just sparing you further embarrassment. You should be thanking me.”

“Oh, you’re absolutely right.” He throws you onto his mattress, demonstrating strength that you didn’t think he possessed, then grabs one foot and tugs you onto the end so that your ass and legs hang off the side. With your face pressed into the down, you can’t see to kick or shoulder him while he pins your lower back with a sturdy, wide press. “Allow me to express my gratitude.”

Your protests of indecency and modesty fall on deaf ears while he lifts the skirts of your dress up to reveal undergarments; then, he tugs those down too, and leaves you bare to himself, his goons, and the balmy night air. Shame descends over you like a wool blanket, and your mouth lets him know just how much you despise him, his parents, their parents, and the ones before that, too.

Your cursing of his bloodline cuts short with the first heavy slap of his palm on the swell of your bare ass—and, oh, you never realized just how tender that slice of flesh could be until his fingertips turn it raw and throbbing.

You haven’t been smacked on the rear since you were a tiny thing, and you don’t ever remember it hurting this much. Perhaps your mother’s hands were not as big or as infused with muscle, though.

Slap, slap, slap. You attempt an arched back for some kind of reprieve from the singing pain, but he holds you firm, even moreso when you try and fight him, making your tender, poor bottom stick out indecently and proudly, like the pretty full moon in the sky. It hurts, and he will not stop, not even when your cheeks get wet and you whimper his name, hoping for some goddamn human decency.

When he finally does cease, you think maybe he might be moving to the other cheek, but instead feel the feathery touch of his fingers tease the curly soft protection of your womanhood, and then past, to collect sticky cum on his fingers. You clench down onto this, pleasure unexpected, a welcome reprieve from the sting of your bottom.

“You like this?” He muses, soothing your feminine nectar into the burning skin on your ass. “So desperate that spanking soaks your needy cunt?”

You release the fat of his mattress from between your teeth to whine for the loss of his uncharacteristically soft touch teasing between your slick, unmapped folds. He’s going to go back to spanking you now, you know. After all, there is a whole other plump cheek with skin untainted, and you contemplate, briefly, begging him to, instead, go back to your starving pussy.

“Well,” he says, grin tooth filled and sharp, “if you like it so much, who am I to deny a lady her pleasure?”

You think maybe you’ve grown accustomed to the beating by now, so it will hurt less on this protruding cheek, but you’re very wrong. The pain is tenfold on virgin flesh, and quickly you are back to biting his mattress in order to muffle yelps and screams and mewls—in order to prevent the sweet, girly begging he wants to hear. You long for the gag.

Because, eventually, and, especially when he goes back to the other purpling mound, you do beg, demure and ingenuous, so eagerly offering your submission up on a silver tray for His Royal Jackass. No time to be disgusted with yourself, for now—you’ll try and save some humiliation for later.

There is a satisfied grumble to his voice, one that makes your cunt clench and dribble, and by now you’re sure his guards can see the shameful essence glittering on your pubic hair and thighs. You bury your face into the bed, trying to forgot the situation at hand, which is, of course, impossible, when he’s talking to you.

“Is this what it takes to keep you in place, y/n? Perhaps I should entertain her more often to keep the little witch in line?”

“No, please, anything but that,” you say, digging your toes into the ground, futilely shying away from a deceptively soft touch on your right cheek.

He pauses for a moment, and you can practically feel the evil gears in his too-intelligent mind turning. Perhaps it was something you said, or some authentic idea he has for torturing you further. Either way, this will be unpleasant for you.

You’d squirm if you could, when feathery fingers travel down the cleft of your ass and stop just shy from the bulge of your pussy lips. “Anything?” He repeats. “Even this pathetic Quim?”

“Yes! Even that!”

He kicks your legs apart with the toe of his leather boot, opening those dewy petals between your thighs. You swear you can feel nectar drip freely from your flower, and take solace in the fact that you are definitely wet enough to accept him if he decides to steal that coveted innocence away tonight.

Instead of his cock, or maybe even his tongue—yes, please—your fragile blossom meets the sharp palm of his mean hand. And then again, and once more. And if you think that you were sobbing and begging and trying to writhe away before, it was only an illusion compared to the state of you now, while he punishes your cunt for the crimes of your tattling, wretched mouth.

Without warning, he pushes a finger inside you, and you gasp, clenching on that singular digit that fills you so much more fully than your own could ever hope to. He touches something that splits your vision in fours, but only for a moment, then, faster than you can come back to earth, flips you around and sticks his wet finger into your mouth.

“Suck,” he says, smiling down at you, sweat dripping from his face and staining his white blouse.

“What-“

He presses deeper, making you gag. “I said, suck, whore.”

You try not to glare as you do what’s instructed, and suck the salty thick fluid from his index finger. This distracts you, and he takes the opportunity to roughly pinch one of your burgeoning nipples between the fingers of his left hand.

You can’t help it, when your teeth sink into his flesh, only stopping yourself from entirely biting down, but still earning an unfair slap on your face for the mistake. He wretches his finger from your throat and rubs the spit and sting of your teeth from himself, onto your freshly reddened cheek.

“Seems you do require more breaking in,” he says, eyes black as the night without lanterns or moon or stars. “No matter, I will be more than happy to discipline you, Lambkin.” With that, he pushes you back onto his bed, among the messy sheets and sweaty smell of man and herbal oils, and turns to walk away.

“Wait!” You cry, scrambling to sit up again, wincing at the burning singe in your lower regions. You tug on the rope that binds your arms back, opening your mouth to say something scathing, but the flesh of your rear begs you not to. “Are you going to let me go?”

He laughs at you as if you’ve just told a hilarious joke. “No, though perhaps you can get one of your sister’s help? Better yet, your mother or father might assist? Although you’re going to have to explain yourself, no doubt.” A wicked glint muddles his eyes; it makes you yearn for your fist to connect with his pretty face or foot to connect with his—with the large, obscene bulge in his leather trousers that was most certainly not there before he spanked you.

“Please, I cannot do that.”

“Then stay for the night, and perhaps when I return in the blue of dawn I will gift you my cock, little witch. After more punishment for being such a wanton slut, of course.”

He does leave you, then, throbbing in agony and, regrettably, desire for his wicked hands, tangled up in his sheets, absolutely a wreck of what you once were.

[fsfghgee]

Do you think Bi-Han and Sektor have pet names in private or do they always call each other by their first names?

I would like to say yes, that they do use pet names on a daily basis, but I really don't think so (even in private). Contrary to what most fans say, based solely on Bi-Han's supposed "inappropriate behavior", Bi-Han is not a young man. Both he and Sektor already have wrinkles that in asians from well-off families (as they both are) only appear after 30. I really doubt they are under 30 and I believe they are both in their mid to late 30s. And the way most of their dialogues were developed, while it shows their close relationship, shows that their intimate relationship often mixes with their professional one.

Sektor formally informs Bi-Han of a wish from her father. Bi-Han, in turn, responds emotionally and not at all with the (reasonable) rationality expected from a leader:

Sektor: My father wishes to return to service. Sub-Zero: His first task can be reining in your mother.

Bi-Han definitely has a beef with Madam Bo. Expected, since in Madam Bo's eyes, Bi-Han is the one who leads Sektor down the wrong path. And after all, well, she's his mother-in-law.

Sektor being rude to Bi-Han here despite him asking a simple question regarding her work:

Noob Saibot: How long before the prototype is ready? Sektor: It will be done when it is done.

For her to respond in such a rude manner to a question related to her work indicates that she also has her moments of seeing him only as Bi-Han, her man, and not as her Grandmaster.

And as we all know, Bi-Han is the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei and Sektor is officially his Master Amorer and second in command. And although some people want to see Sektor's ambition and the things she says about leading as someone with evil intentions and who is ready to betray Bi-Han at any moment. By making these assumptions, they ignore the fact that Sektor loves Bi-Han above all else and that she and Bi-Han already lead the clan together. When she talks about leading being better than following in conversations with Li Mei and how she practically confirms that she is more dangerous than Bi-Han…

She is trying to convince Li Mei like Bi-Han once did.

It is already quite clear from their endings (Sub-Zero, Sektor and Noob Saibot), intros and story mode, that Bi-Han and Sektor lead the clan together. She is not a Bi-Han's follower, she is his right hand. They are together in everything. Bi-Han makes almost no decisions without consulting her first. Li Mei on the other hand, is just a follower in the royal court. Li Mei has no influence over Mileena whatsoever. Sektor is simply questioning Li Mei's lack of ambition.

There are those who think that Sektor despises Bi-Han because of this one dialogue too:

They ignore that as a woman willing to do anything to protect the clan and the man she loves, she has to be more dangerous than him to do so. She has to be able to hold her own against his enemies. She is speaking like a lioness here.

If Sektor wanted to lead the Lin Kuei alone and betray Bi-Han, she wouldn't have even rescued him from the Temple of the Elements. She was literally leading alone and angry at Bi-Han, but she chose to bring him back anyway.

She truly loves him and is loyal to him. And the professional hierarchy of the two has been carried into their private lives without any problems for so long that they don't even care about disguising it properly at work from other subordinates, allies, enemies…

And knowing that Sektor is most likely submissive…

I highly doubt that she calls Bi-Han by nicknames and that Bi-Han would even be cool with being called by such. Although Sektor is affectionate with Bi-Han, she respects him and his position (both in the clan and in their relationship) too much to give him nicknames. And Bi-Han respects her decision not to hear her own name, which for some reason, she despises (since everything indicates that Sektor is not her real name, but even Bi-Han only calls her Sektor), I dare say that the closest they get to pet names in private is when they are making love. Like, "my beloved husband", "my beloved master", "babe do it like this", etc. Or when they are trying to disagree with each other without starting an argument, starting the rhetoric with " But darling...", "dear, think not...", etc.

......

[ignoredbellyaches]

SANCTUS, SANCTUS, SANCTUS...

Priest!Ford makes his mission with Cipher known.

WARNINGS/TAGS: Self mutilation implied (not acted out). It's important to note that yes, Ford in this story is Catholic, and his original character IS born and raised Jewish. I'm not changing his religion just for the sake of it! It is vital to the story that he is a priest, and is heavily based off the song "Hellfire" from The Hunchback of Notredame. SO, yeah! Feel free to leave any suggestions/comments/concerns

He shifted slightly, his knees wailing in pain from the harsh marble beneath them and the time spent bent.

Ford knelt down a considerable distance from the altar, the tabernacle in all its glory reflecting the near hundreds of candles that surrounded it.

Ford called out, hands extended, "beata Maria, hear my prayer! I weep to you on this night, as a human, you must understand my temptation!" He could hear himself echo throughout the chapel, the gravelly desperation in his voice not going unnoticed.

"I am a holy man, my virtue I am justly proud, following your son's directions to the word!" Ford yelled, the angry bile felt in his throat. He clasps his hands together, ignoring the tender ache in the stitches and burns in the sides of his hands.

"Tell me, tell me then, Mother... This lust I have been burdened with, the false idolatry I am being consumed in." Ford closes his eyes, huffing out.

He had been approached in his most vulnerable state, when he was dreaming... He saw there a demon, one of enticing intelligence- offering knowledge of all of man, the very knowledge that scorned the garden. Ford knew he was a good man, widely renowned for his work. Only natural that he was haunted by these demons, it was inevitable for any follower of the faith. And yet...

The Triangle, who made himself known as Bill, he was different than others. It was like he knew Ford better than Ford knew himself, cheap blandishment sprinkled in every sentence. It was a visceral lust Ford felt, a lust for the unknown... To be powerful.

Ford lied prostrate, his hands still clapsed in prayer. He could feel his forehead's sweat touch the cool ground.

"This... This entity, known as Bill Cipher, he has approached me. His offers are wrong, I know, but I cannot find flaw within them! Surely, surely I am not to blame for... I am a holy man, a holy man, surely, it would be of benefit to be granted this knowledge! The parish, the town, they rely on me..."

His gaze flickers up, feeling the piercing gaze of Christ's statue above the altar. He dryly swallows, finding the nerve to continue his bargain.

"It only logical I use the knowledge, for the better of... Of the people. I am a worthy man, am I not? Your praises I have sung without doubt! I- I am ahead of others in wisdom, I can manipulate this demon for the better!"

Ford felt an electric shock go throughout his spine, a horrible wave of nausea in his mind as he tried to blink it away.

"I put my faith into you, Lord, and I... I, humbly, ask you to return the favor. I may be human, but a steel will I shall hold in the face of evil. This hill I shall siege, not die on!" His voice rings again, the candle lights cowering at the harshness. He swallows the fattening lump in his throat, a surge of confidence in himself as he speaks to his God.

"I shall conquer this demon, Lord, and in your name, I shall make you proud... The devil is strong, but my faith... My faith is stronger." Ford puts a strong hand on the ground, lifting him from his aching knees. He stands equal to the tabernacle, holding the body and blood of the Divine.

"Hear me, Lord, I will make you proud... And make my mark." Ford smiles, seeing his reflection in the shimmering gold of the container. "I know I was meant for more, I am truly blessed..." He looks up at the towering crucifix, his whole body wracking with each breath.

He reaches out a hand, placing it on the Son's foot. Ignoring the phantom pain in his missing fingers, he graces the symbolic statue with a determined kiss.

"Watch me, Lord, for I will not fail... This mockery of the blessed three, this Cipher will not win me over." Ford turned his back to the light, looking through the stained glass at the moonlight. His chest slowly erupts into laughter, lasting so long and feeling so powerful that it forces his body to cough, unable to stop the eager chuckles. Ford felt the shakiness but couldn't help but focusing on the blooming pride accompanying the laugh in his chest.

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requests/asks are open : )

[n3cromancyy]

cw: self corruption?? mention of masturbation and perv!churchboy!leon

im not sure how many words BUT i cant stop thinking about this </3 i apologize if there are mistakes :3

thinking about churchboy!leon whose mind is dedicated to serving people. a man who worked his way up to be a good model to the eyes of the church ministries.

churchboy!leon who he leads bible studies and speaks the importance of the lord. he's so kind and always smiling to people who come and visit the church, hearing some of their wishes. his heart is always open to hear people's confessions as they sit in the confessional, his insides warm up whenever he hears their wish to be more connected to god. people adore how he warmly accepts people under his care.

churchboy!leon who's inexperienced with relationships since he had his whole life dedicated to the church. hes so pure, he refuses any relation or intimate actions for he learned they were evil. he learned how to suppress wants and desires. leon doesn't easily give on his desires. he believes its like feeding the devil sweet apples. something that's very much forbidden for him to do.

churchboy!leon who saw you for the first time, introducing yourself to the circle and claiming that you wish to resonate yourself to god.

churchboy!leon who thought at first, you were no other. you were just like the other peers he guides during studies. he treated you the same like how he treats others.

churchboy!leon whose perspective changed when he notices you attending his studies more often, Tuesdays and Thursdays, even Saturdays. you always sit on the corner, wearing skimpy sunday dresses.

churchboy!leon who feels a strange feeling whenever he sees you. he notices himself getting flustered and nervous whenever you walk upfront to ask him about a certain verse. his mind gets clouded with things he wishes to perish.

churchboy!leon whose mind suddenly gets filled with unspeakable thoughts he never imagined he'd have. and he blames it all on you. how your perfume fills his head, you smell so sweet and alluring. his eyes wander to your form whenever you bid goodbye after the session. his eyes lingering unacceptably longer than expected to your hips as they sway whenever you walk. his body shivers whenever he hears you call his name, your voice sounds so nice and innocent.

churchboy!leon who grew a dark desire for you, constantly fighting his mind, his body to succumb on his desires that makes him fist his aching leaky cock. his mind is filled with inappropriate thoughts of you. he feels so guilty. his purity washes away as his jaw slacks, his hand grips the base of his dick. your name falling off from his lips as he closes his eyes, feeling himself getting close. his voice gets so pitchy, whimpering your name repeatedly as he cums in his hand. he hated himself for turning into those disgusting sinners. he curses every part of your existence for doing this to him. but oh he can't help it, you're the sweet apple thats hanging on the tree, waiting to be devoured. and he'll be a sinner to have your taste.

[desirepathzine]

Pentiment: Now Look What You Have Created

A note: THIS ESSAY WILL INCLUDE SPOILERS FOR PENTIMENT. I highly recommend you experience the story however suits you best before reading this.

Pentiment is a tricky little video game. On the surface, it is a beautifully crafted point-and-click mystery game set in medieval Bavaria over a period of twenty five years, revolving around a series of mysterious deaths that traveling artist Andreas witnesses, and in turn must judge the town based on his (and your) observations. But it presents concepts and moral quandaries that I find video games of its nature often refuse to acknowledge.

Games sometimes have trouble placing weight on the decisions that any given player makes. Permanence in choices can close off large swaths of a game that so many people worked so hard to bring to life. Save scumming and cloud saves can help get around this concept, but Pentiment asks you to make some extremely hard choices, oftentimes without the most solid of evidence that you might expect from a mystery game.

And not only do you have to see through the carrying out of your judgements, you must watch the wide branching consequences of these decisions over the entire period of the game. And in a story that lasts over two decades, those consequences feel weighty. Further more, you never discover if you "guessed correctly". The game never tells you who actually committed the murders. It simply asks you to make a judgement.

That is not to say that it does not give you a variety of motivations. You must be convicted in your own beliefs, your own judgements. And you will see the bloody results of those judgements. Much has been made of how Pentiment makes you watch the execution of whoever you accuse of the crimes in its first act. It's one of the most brutal moments in a largely beautiful and pastoral game. It's one thing to cross of somebody's name in a list of characters. It's another to watch them speak their last words in the town square before their beheading. You have to look. And it feels so strange, because in most video games, you get a CORRECT or INCORRECT prompt when you make a decision like those in Pentiment, or a character will lecture you, or there is some in-universe way to tell you "hey good job" or "you messed up". There is a right and wrong answer. Pentiment does not give you such a privilege. You only have your reasoning. There is no amount of story you can uncover that will reassure you more than your initial investigation.

Of course, you later find out that Father Thomas, the local priest, has been manipulating the town to advance the Church's agenda, using what he hears in confession to blackmail and agitate townspeople, as well as manipulating Sister Amalie, the anchoress of the church who is plagued with ecstatic visions. But as ever, you can discover motivations and reasoning, but not THE CORRECT ANSWER or even THE TRUTH. Just your intuition.

Pentiment also prompts you to consider what happens to this town after the game itself is over. Video games only exist as you play them, and usually do not task you with considering what you have wrought after your time in their world is done. You save the day, solve a puzzle, destroy some great evil, and then credits will roll. Not here. The core of the third act, with a surprise protagonist change, revolves around creating a mural that chronicles the history of Tassing, a town you have now spent quite a bit of time investigating, both its known and approved history from the church, and the wilder corners of its history that are starting to be erased. It's up to you what to focus on, what to leave for Tassing to remember forever in its town hall, amidst pressure from the church to present their approved vision. The final sequence of the game is a long and detailed pan over the mural that you crafted with your decisions (set to music featuring Desire Path fave Kristin Hayter).

This is hardly a surprise from the excellent folks at Obsidian, responsible for some of the greatest role-playing and choice based games of our modern era. There are so many incredible touches to the game that completely transport you (the script that the characters 'speak' in changes based on their level of education and background. They will occasionally misspell words that are then corrected and when they are angry, ink blots will dot their speech bubbles). This was clearly a labor of love that accomplishes so much and charts new territory.

I completed a playthrough in February of this year and think about the game at least once a week, whether it be someone else I could have accused of murder, a sweet conversation with a townsperson, or the delightful characters populating the illuminated menus (I am especially fond of a silly cat illustration). It is well worth the journey, but be prepared to sit with your choices, and to see what kind of Tassing you create, for better or worse.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Give Your Heart a Break - Chapter 2 Tomura Shigaraki x reader series

You can find chapter one here

Notes: So I want to clarify that in this fic, a major theme about Tomura's story is that he suffers from a lot of untreated mental illness. I'm representing him as someone who's undiagnosed Bipolar, but also experiences symptoms that boarder schizophrenia, such as the voices he hears and he'll eventually have a psychotic episode at some point in this story. I know this feeds the "Bipolar and psychotic people are evil" stereotype, but I have these mental illnesses and see Shigaraki as someone who could very much have untreated Bipolar disorder (type 1 specifically), regardless. Most anime characters aren't written to be bipolar lol but I have a list of reasons why I think he has the potential to be. Maybe I'll make a post about it someday.

Summary: Tomura is so goshdarn determined to find his lil gamestop crush and thanks to him conveniently seeing her debit card he casually stalks her on the internet

Warnings: 18+ minors don't interact, cliffhanger, mildly dark content, internet stalking, creepy Tomura, Tomura and y/n only talk over the internet in this chapter, i wrote Tomura's thoughts but it's not from his direct POV. They are highlighted in blue, like in chapter 1 Tomura hears voices and sometimes they can be nasty - they are highlighted in red, soft Shigaraki, very scott pilgrim kind of humor, edgy and derogatory humor at one point (used ironically to mock people who say them seriously), Tomura has his English dub's voice (pre Paranormal Liberation Front), not proofread yet, I wrote this while I was stoned af

Notes About Reader:

everything from chapter 1 applies

she/her pronouns

relatively active on social media but makes content private

reader is a WEIRDO

I made the reader's username mine lol

As said, she's very based off of me

reader experiences unspecified mental illness and has been to a psych ward in her past

she laughs very easily

"*your full legal name*"

Tomura considered the possibility that you may have been using someone else's card or that you didn't go by your legal name, but he was sure it was a decent place to start. His heart was racing so hard to find out who you were. He wasn't sure what struck a chord in him when he saw you. He supposed it was cuz you're pretty, but he really didn't know anything about you other than you're spooky, you like anime, and you like his hair.

He immediately started searching for your name on his phone. It wasn't hard to find your Facebook, though your privacy settings didn't let him see much other than profile pictures. You seemed somewhat outgoing from they pictures you posted. There was a directory about you online, and he guessed it was you based on your age and location (he saw your location on FB lol). Now he knew your address..

the internet is so nice to him sometimes :)

It took him a little bit of digging but he found your other socials outside of Facebook. All private, though. Fuuuck.

Fuck it, follow.

Tomura never showed his face on his socials and never ever ever put his name. You wouldn't know it was him.

"But now she has to approve it :("

*bugsinmybrain accepted your follow request*

:)))))

Tomura swore that he felt as if he had unlocked a fucking treasure chest. You were so very flashy, that's for sure. A lot of pictures of you, decorated with some cute stickers that were edited in, or surrounded by anime dudes.

"Tenko"

"Fuck off."

From what he could tell, you were a geek. Very nerdy and interested in things, though that wasn't a bother to Tomura. He was a fan of a lot of shit. You were also very pretty. He then stumbled on some posts you'd made about heroes. How you thought their system was corrupted and that they'd neglect people and dismiss those who they thought were worth sacrificing. Mmm, you're speaking his language. You didn't appear to be any kind of villain, you couldn't be so outgoing on the internet if you were, but you were certainly feisty.

He wanted to message you. He knew it would be weird and he didn't want to creep you out, but god he wanted to talk to you. He wanted to know more about you. To be honest, he really wanted you to give him your undivided feminine attention. When you spoke with him at GameStop he felt warm. Love at first sight? Possibly. Is he that much of a fool?

His social anxiety made him almost want to watch you outside your window before messaging you online anonymously. rrr.

"whatever."

him: hey, do you remember the blue haired guy from GameStop?

you didn't answer for two hours.

Tomura tried to not care if you responded or not but he was boiling hot and itching anxiously, wondering if you had actively ignored him. But you didn't unfollow or block him, he checked many times.

her: omg yea

!!!

him: is your name (y/n)? that's what your card said. sorry thats creepy af but i kinda wanted to talk to you so I looked you up.

He wasn't even attempting to not be a stalker at this point. What else was he supposed to say? There's no way to cover the fact that he has a crush on you or something.

her: yea that's me. i noticed you peaked at my name so it's ok lol. what's your name?

"fuck"

he wasn't supposed to say anything like that online. He's a piece of shit, yea, but a part of Tomura didn't want to lie.

"Tenko"

That's a name he heard often. For the last couple of years he began experiencing frequent auditory hallucinations. Hearing "Tenko" was one of them. Sometimes they'd tell him to stop or scream at him or strangely enough, they'd be calm and nurturing to him. It drove him crazy sometimes.

Whatever.

him: Tenko

her: why did you want to talk to me?

him: that's an awkward question

her: why?

him: i guess it's not. you look cool and said shit about hating heroes. is that a good enough reason?

her: LMAO

i suppose

him: do you play any video games? I saw you go to the anime section...

her: i play but i'm not very good at any of them

"of course she isn't"

him: what games do you play?

her: league of legends

him: omg are you kidding me?

her: no

him: do you wanna play with me? like. right now?

her: sure??

score.

You were trash at league. But somehow it was charming seeing you try your best, though your efforts were very frugal. Normally seeing someone so bad in his game would make Tomura pissed but he gave you a pass. At the moment, he was more worried about getting to know you than the game itself. So he tried all he could to get you to talk, he loved your voice.

"I'm going to assume you're very new to this?"

"Yea."

"How new?"

"I've been playing for maybe 3 months."

"That long and you're still shit?"

"I know I suck," you say defensively. As if you could hear the things in his head.

"You kind of do, not going to lie."

It wasn't long after that you got essentially gangbanged by three enemy players with no attacks given back.

"FUCK"

The loud cussing in his headphones made Tomura jump, but he couldn't help but start to chuckle violently.

"Feisty bitch ain't she?"

"She wants to suck your cock."

"Shut up..." Tomura growled under his breath.

"Did you just tell me to shut up??" You ask, though chuckling while you did.

"What? No, no. Sometimes I just have really bad thoughts that come out of nowhere. I have to like.."

"Tell them to be quiet?"

"yup."

"I've done that. Like actually, though. I'll just start thinking of the most wacked out thing, and it comes out of no where. Sometimes I knock on my head to get rid of them, hah."

I guess a spooky looking gal like you being mentally ill wasn't a surprise to him. Your ability to relate to his situation was still comforting, though. Especially because he almost expected you to get uncomfortable when he told you about having "bad thoughts." Some girls may think a freaky looking dude like him having "bad thoughts" meant that he was some homicidal villain.

oh wait

"Really? I've had it happen to me all my life, but for the last two years I've like...heard voices, I guess? Sometimes the thoughts aren't even thoughts, they just happen. And I'll hear them, in voices that aren't mine. Also forget all of that, I'm normal and you're very bad at league."

The giggle that erupted from you shot an infestation of butterflies inside his chest. You seemed to think he was very funny, which is something that frankly turned him on. Throughout your call he was able to make you snicker from saying the dumbest shit. He prayed you weren't just faking it.

"It's ok. You'd be surprised how common that is. Doesn't make it any easier though, I'll say that," you reply, hoping to ease his nerves. You could tell even over voice call that while he spoke very easily about his hallucinations, he had a level of shame for them.

"No. It doesn't. Who made you a psychiatrist, anyways?"

"My six stays at the psych ward maybe," you retort.

"sexy."

"Excuse me, Tenko?"

Oh right. That's his name right now. Fuck, he wanted to see you in person. He felt like he'd be able to be more of an open book that way. He'd still need a story though, fake name or not. You probably thought you were just talking to some geeky gamer boy with blue hair and possible schizophrenia, but little did you know, you were talking to a facilitator of multiple acts of mid-level terrorism. Hey, but if it was all in the name of "Fuck Heroes" maybe you'd still laugh at his jokes.

"Sorry that wasn't very feminism of me was it?"

"No, it wasn't" you said as you wheezed in laughter.

"You like my edgelord jokes, don't you?"

You kept laughing, now somehow he had pulled a couple of snorts out of you too.

"fat pig."

"Want to take a trip to 2016? I bet Leafy would love to make fun of autistic 12 year old's with you."

He swore that you were probably crying from how hard you were laughing. He wished he could see you on camera right now, but hearing you blow out his ear drums with your annoying yet adorable little laugh was good enough for now.

"Am I going to have to come resuscitate you?" Tomura cackles, now feeling himself starting to laugh.

"Your voice is cute," you beam at him.

"Liar."

"I'm not!"

"Someone once told me I sound like I'm a prison bitch cuz of how hoarse my throat is."

"wow."

"Done with the jokes, got it."

"I know, right?"

"I just think it's cute, you're very expressive."

*this is Tomura right, now by the way*

"Does that mean that uh..you think I'm cute?" he pesters with the widest smile on his face, though you couldn't see.

*que jeopardy music*

Goodness, you certainly had a girlish charm with the way your mellow voice would start chirping with laughter. He didn't think flirting should've been this easy, but you were very impressionable.

"Is it ok to say yes?" you asked sheepishly over call.

"Ehehehe~!!!" Tomura squealed, mocking your giggles.

"Shut up!"

"Am I going to have to come and rescue you? You sound like you're running out of air," he asked almost genuinely, as he held back a cough.

"Do it, pussy, you won't."

"Oh really?"

"Uh-huh."

"Would you be mad at me if I told you I know where you live?"

"Excuse me?"

"Not my fault. Blame yourself for being an on-the-grid person. The internet is dangerous, didn't you know?"

"Are we officially stalker-stalkee now?" you joked.

"Yea but my hair is blue and my voice is cute so it's ok if I stalk you, right?"

"Oh my fucking god."

"So, can I come see you?"

"Huh?"

"In person. I could be there in like half an hour. You live near me."

"Tenko, it's 10pm."

"Would you get in trouble? Do you live with parents or something?"

"Yea."

"I could pick you up and we could walk back to my place."

Now, dear readers, would you accept such an offer from a complete stranger at almost midnight, absolutely alone with him? After he has admitted to lowkey stalking you? You shouldn't!

However, we, the reader, are ignorant to common sense when we receive the slightest crumb of positive (?) male attention.

"Sure."

"teeheehee!!" Tomura teases. "Keep your eyes pealed, then. Thirty minutes, okay?"

"omg i guess."

"omg ok, what kind of energy drink do you like?"

[ilovescaredysquirrel2]

Someone PLEASE make an English Dub of Buratino's Return (obscure Russian movie)

Okay, so I heard about this Russian cartoon animated movie recently, and it's got this Wild Thorberries-Rugrats-ish art style and the songs slap! The one that's gotten really popular was the one with the singing Barbie dolls, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2CSmp02Emk in this video here (turn the captions on). I heard the name of the movie is actually Возвращение Буратино which translates to Buratino's Return apparently. It looks amazing! I love talking toy themed movies that are NOT Toy Story. It doesn't look as amazing as Raggedy Ann & Andy Musical Adventure but it looks good enough to watch and enjoy. The thing is, the subtitles on the original Russian movie, the English subtitles SUCK! I got them saying weird things like "Oh yeah Obama" when she was apologizing to the other doll, and apparently the dog's name translates to "Potatoes" which... is actually kinda cute not gonna lie! If the movie gets dubbed, they should keep it!

Yeah, so the whole "dubs vs subs" thing is ridiculous. Dubs are obviously way easier to watch and understand. If you're hearing impaired and need subtitles, that's one thing but if you're not and you want to watch a movie, it's way easier to watch a dub. Plus, subtitles aren't always accurate and sometimes make things sound more awkward. Like, the dubbed versions often make more sense. Plus, subtitles go fast and you can't always pay attention to little details if you're watching it with subtitles, it's too distracting. I wholeheartedly believe that dubs are better all the way! If you don't speak English or Russian, maybe it can be dubbed in your language too! There needs to be a Spanish dub, French dub, Japanese dub, whatever language you might speak! The only language I speak is English, so that's why I'm trying to get someone to make an English dub. By the way, the English captions for the Мой Портрет - Трафарет video were an exact translation, I feel like the dub would change it up.

My friend wondered about the songs being ruined in the dub, which I would be worried about too, but they could hire a translator and songwriter to work together and make the lyrics make sense but also rhyme. Even if it was a fan dub, they could still get enough permission and help to make it a good dub without ruining the songs.

Another thing, let's talk about this not being popular in Russia, where it was made. I mean, it came out in 2013, the same year as Disney's Frozen! It didn't stand a freaking chance in theaters! Frozen literally took the world by storm... a snowstorm, that is! (haha, funny joke). Plus, a lot of non-English spoken movies don't get an English dub until years later. 2013 was 11 years ago, but who said it's too late for an English dub. Especially, now that the Barbie doll stencil song is becoming popular online. I also haven't actually seen the full movie, I just skimmed through it on YouTube to get a grip of what it's about and apparently it's about talking toys but they have to escape from a bad guy who wants to destroy them and turn them into the same "evil" toys to create a bad future of children. I also found out that apparently Buratino is Pinocchio and I like the idea of a non-Disney Pinocchio movie, because Pinocchio has been around for like 150 years, way before Disney made it into a creepy a** animated movie and they shouldn't take copyright of Pinocchio. There's also that other Russian movie "Pinocchio a True Story" where Pauly Shore voices Pinocchio and Tom Kenny voiced Geppetto. Also, this movie Buratino's Return was animated in 2D form, when a lot of early 2010s movies were 3D. I'm not sure how that effected the marketing and who wanted to see it but I'm almost sure that a lot of people were more hyped about Frozen or other popular movies.

Here's something else I found, apparently it was also based off "The Adventures of Buratino" which is a really old story, and I think this 2013 movie kind of looks like a creative twist on that story, kind of like what Disney does, but also kind of makes fun of Disney as well. Basically it looks like they're basing a story off old fairytales Pinocchio and The Adventures of Buratino, just as Disney does, except they're changing the things about Disney that isn't woke and making fun of the things that are wrong with Disney. I know a lot of you probably hate it when I talk crap about Disney, but I always give my side of how I feel and let you have your side. With enough convincing and understanding, hopefully we can understand both sides!

Anyway, feel free to chat with me about this in the comments! I'm always happy to hear opinions, even if they're different from mine. SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS!

[emojellyace08]

Hi!! Loved your work of demon reader. But what about vampire reader?? Yk?? Or what about siren reader?? Like lookism characters just take a break for the day and just decided to go to the beach. They just explore the beach until they come to secluded part of the beach they decide to go back but than...they hear singing? So they go investigate who in the world is singing...than they saw it..someone sitting on a rock singing beautifully..than they noticed a tail..omg a siren. Yeah I know its very silly. Its alright if u don't want to write this anyways have a nice day/evening or night!!♡♡

♡ "Lookism Men x Siren/Memaid! Female Reader🐚🌊💀" ♡

Hello fellow human! (and Daniel simp lol). This is a very cool idea! (I want to go on the beach so bad yet I don't have free time because of school). Genre: fluff? (Kind of inspired and based on The Little Mermaid, just edgier) Note (quick fact!): Sirens are different from mermaids. Sirens are half birds with a face of a human (female mostly) to lure men/sailors and wreck their ships with the use of their voice and singing while mermaids usually keep their distance away from humanity, wanting to live peacefully (at least in most versions). Now I don't know what to call this "evil mermaid" creature that I made up on my mind and it's really tricky to write since sailors get killed by sirens when they are lured by the song so I kind of made it a mix of a siren and mermaid😭(pls bear with me lmao😀👍). Another note!: (D/n) stands for dog's name

꧁ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ ��

He is a strong, sturdy, and focused sailor whose duty is to operate the ship and vessels and maintaining a safe work environment, him being admired by every women and envied by men. And everybody knows that he's not here to make friends or companions. And you're a living-sea creature whose business in life is to wreck ships with your strong-level of power and with the great advantage of your luring singing voice and your different level of speed in swimming. You don't know why you were acting like this. Is it because of that mentality when you believed that humans are disgusting creatures who take advantage of mother nature or you being hostile is just part of your natural instincts.

Well, he made your heart pounding though when he helped you carry out the anchor that has been stuck on your tail when you're minding your own business on your cave even though you're already hissing at him almost telling him to back off if you were able to speak the "human-way". It was very unusual for him to be generously kind to other people, let alone a sea-creature. So it's different (almost weird) for his co-sailors to see that side of him. Now you're the one who won't leave him alone when he's out to do his work, you swimming with your full speed to catch up to the big ship even when it's moving at a decent speed. Making him sigh and giving you a glare, almost not giving you attention because of you following him with that puppy-eyes even if you have the fiercest orbs ever.

*Sigh* it's weird for him, but he does find you cute (and threatening) in some ways.

Johan Seong/Samuel Seo/James Lee (DG)/Gun Park/Jichang Kwak/Hudson Ahn/Mandeok/Xiaoleoung/Taesoo Ma/Cheon Taejin/Magami Kenta/Seokdu Wang/Gapryong Kim

꧁ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ ꧂

He is not only a dreamy and eye-catching prince but also a compassionate, helpful, and kind lad not only to humans but also to animals. He is well-respected by his fellow sailors when they're out riding his ship on the middle of the ocean, either fishing for food or him just wanting to explore the outside world of his lonely castle. Him admiring the sapphire-like color of the water as he often gets curious if mythical creatures like mermaids, even the predatory ones like sirens exist. But he never expected to meet a mixture of both.

Unexpectedly, a raging storm interrupted their ride as everybody recruited on their boats "D/N!" He knows it's one of his weakness. He's too caring for others even on the smallest things that can be "replaced" but he knows that the memories won't fade forever. So as risky as it sounds, he went back on the now sinking ship and giving the animal to his body guard before he was quickly swept by the harsh water waves, slowly drowning and loosing his breath. But a miracle happened.

He woke up on the seashore. Clothes wet and some parts ripped. Good thing that he is safe despite getting mild bruises. He was lost in his own thoughts when his assistant screamed for his name to get his attention and asking him if he's alright. Before that, he remembered when he was opening his eyes, he saw a striking face of a female with the familiar color of that specific scales and ear fins before it went away at that moment. He smiled as a warm blush covered his cheeks as he remembered that time when he was younger, he explained that he helped a mermaid-looking creature yet an attitude aggressive like a siren when it's injured yet his servants laughed at him. Now you're the one who rescued him when he needed help. It's unlike in your predatory nature but you've been curious about what he's being doing lately as he's curious about your well being. You often get excited when you see his ship, following the smell of the young man as you watch on the distance, wanting to know things about him. If you weren't so different of worlds, would you make it work out? If you only had legs...

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Yuseong/Jake Kim/Eli Jang

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He's literally the definition of a struggling yet determined and hard-working man. Not only he has to provide his daily necessities, but he also helps out his family too. Poor guy needs a rest. The dark circles that is ringing on his gloomy eyes have gotten deeper because of the lack of his sleep with the mixture of sea sickness that is starting to make his stomach grumble. He needs something to eat.

Stopping by the land, he went in the caves as he wanted to spend his free time before going on duty again as his stupid co-sailors wasted their time by chugging off the strong scent of alcohol that is stinging his sensitive sense of smell. Despite the place being a bit dark, good thing he brought his lantern with a box of matches for safety measures, a pocket knife, a small bag of biscuits and a jug of water. He sat down on a rock, sighing as he gets lost on his own thought thinking about his future especially for his loved ones who relies on him. He just wants to experience living of the life of luxury, eating everything he craves for and sleep every time he wants with his family, not wanting to leave them out. He wants to feel peacefulness even just for once in his life but he knows that he needs to focus on his work if he doesn't want to starve for a whole week, a month rather than smelling the stench of the fish that he catches every time he went out for fishing .

He was overthinking again before he noticed a movement on the small body of water that he is near to. "Eh- Who's there!?" He asked as he sticks up his lamp up to see if there are any near predators in the place. He could be in danger. He was surprised to see a tail move upward as the creature swam deeper in the water. He was about to get out when you suddenly grab his legs making him yelp. Your hand is slimy and soft yet the way you grab him was gentle. But he wouldn't risk getting drowned so he got up, ran away while wailing his hands up and screaming. You're just curious about the young man, he looks like a nice guy. Yet you scared him off. How do you properly approach humans anyways? (lol).

Zack Lee/ Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Warren Chae/Eli Jang/Jerry Kwon/Duke Pyeon/Brad Lee/Jason Yoon/Jihan & Jibeom Kwak/Sinu Han/Jiho Park

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Well nobody knows if he really is a professional marine biologist or if he's just a smart amateur. But everybody knows that he's one hell of a smart fellow for their era. He's intelligent and logical, yet idealistic and curious about the things around him. He has worked on big projects like mechanicals in big marine transportations that has been successful over the years for his age. Now he wants to explore what lies beneath the ocean.

He got curious when he read about a book related to hybrids of marine animals and humans, basically the mer-folk. He usually doesn't believe in fairy tales (often thinking it's dumb at times in realistic situations). But in terms of creating writing and his curious thinking getting in the way again, he can't help but to consider the possibility that the fish-people even sirens may exist. The past few cases of sunk ships have been very interesting for him nowadays.

He and his crew decided to have a short trip on the seas for him to have a break while secretly working on his research and investigation. Every island and shores have been discovered and dug to find artifacts yet none of it are a provable evidence of its' existence. He was about to give up when a singing voice is heard from the distance. He knew it was dangerous based on the novels that he had checked out, yet the sailors with their stupidity followed the sound and decided to catch whatever is moving under the water. He thought he was going to die when you approached the ship, but instead his weirdness got the best of him again as he ordered the fishermen to release you. It may be the dumb decision to let you go, but it's for the best for your and everybody's safety. He got a valuable evidence of your blood on the fishing hook that was used though.

Jace Park/Yoojin/Goo Kim/Baek Hangyul/Jinyoung Park/Tom Lee/Manager Kim/Gapryong Kim

꧁ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ ꧂

He is just a normal person, a person looking for thrills in his boring life. He causes chaos in his place, almost getting caught by the soldiers when he's doing dumb shit again. *Sigh* well, he thought he's not an ordinary person if he keeps risking his life for pranking other people though. But this behavior crosses the lines when he decided to sneak in the castle to see the beautiful ocean that he's been dreaming to visit. But for some unexplainable reasons the king decided to shut down the access of the place. Was it because of the irresponsibility of the people who dumps their trash and dirt into the ethereal place? Or was it because of the missing fishermen that has not yet found for almost a year now? Nobody knows the real reason if the higher ups won't open up about the issue.

Yet here he is now, feet feeling the warmness of the earthy-brown color of the sand as he admires the view of the horizon. It is beautiful, almost breath taking as if he is in paradise. But his moment was cut off when the guards noticed his presence on the abandoned place. "OI WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Shit, he's been caught again. He knows that it's probably the time he face the consequences of his actions. But that feeling of adrenaline is getting him excited, again and again as it repeats the cycle of the feeling of a masochistic happiness that he can't explain. He can't let that happen. To be beheaded in front of the pathetic people around him. No, he will run. As fast as he could.

Running away with his swift speed, he managed to escape (once again) the higher ups as he hides on the unfamiliar cave. Laughing to himself yet keeping quiet to not have the guards' attention. He once again admired the beauty of the rocks yet keeping his guard up. He knows that it's dangerous because of what ever is lurking in the dark. And it seems that he is somehow right. He noticed a shadow of, a human-like form with a tail on the water? He can't be serious right now. That living-creature doesn't exist, right? You slowly rise on the water, eyes like snake keeping your attention to the unfamiliar man as he pleaded for his life. "Oi, I don't know what the hell you want but, I"M HERE TO STAY FOR A WHILE SO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He winced as he has his eyes closed ready to be attacked. But as you got up and sat down on the rocky ground, you just kept your attention to him. Your pupils unusually dilating as you got curious about his presence which once again is unusual in your instincts as you attack other people. He heard on the gossip that mermaid-like creatures kills humans. Yet you just sat there, admiring his beauty as he did the same. If he isn't "normal", then he probably found someone like him too. Probably a new friend?

Goo Kim/Olly Wang/Jiho Park/Kuroda Ryuhei/Vin Jin

꧁ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ ꧂

Feedbacks would be appreciated!

A/N: What if I make a vampire! lookism men x reader 🌚

[in1-nutshell]

How would the tfp bots react to meeting a neutral bot who has a huge hatred towards human race because humans kill a human child they were friends and bonded with and swore revenge on humanity

Uh Oh... Poor Neutral...

Anyways... Lets see what happens when Neutral tells the Autobots the reason behind their vendetta against humans.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots reaction to Neutral bot having a vendetta against humanity because their human friend was killed by other humans

SFW, Angst, mentions of Death, slight graphic but nothing too detailed, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

TFP

Neutral Bot explains to the bot in question their story. Long ago they had made friends with a small Earth child when they crashed landed on Earth. They loved their tiny friend with all their spark.

They had all sorts of fun together while keeping Neutral a secret from the rest of society.

 One day they weren’t careful.

 Some evil humans tried to take them away. The child tried fighting the much older humans off to protect them. Neutral quickly got out of their bindings, grabbed their friend, and drove off.

 Once they were far enough Neutral had transformed and had their friend in their servos joking about what a rescue that was.

They didn’t know…

They didn’t know the child had gotten hurt.

They didn’t know that a bullet had ripped through their friend’s stomach…

Now they were desperately trying to stop the bleeding and begging for their friend to stay with them.

The child had merely looked up at them with teary eyes but pulled a tired brave face.

The child simply asked if Neutral could hold them while they went to sleep, one last time?

Neutral quietly stifled a sob while holding their friend.

Neutral felt their tiny body going limp against their chassis.

They remembered screaming in pain and anguish. Their entire frame shaking as their servos, bloodied, held onto their tiny friend’s cold lifeless body.

Neutral swore that day, that those humans needed to pay. They needed to pay dearly for the unforgivable action they committed and if any other human stood in their way… well… let’s say things would get messy.

Optimus Prime

He is surprised to hear this story and sympathizes with the bot.

The team nearly lost Raf not too long ago

The thought of one of the children dying…

He doesn’t agree with them killing humans, but there is so much he can do as the bot is not under anyone’s command.

Optimus does see the Neutral around sometimes and is always on alert especially in populated areas or if the kids are nearby.

All diplomacy will fly out the window if the Neutral bot tries on the children’s lives.

“While you may be hurting from the loss of your friend—”--Optimus

“They were my Amica, Prime.”--Neutral

“You cannot endanger the safety of others that don’t have anything to do with this.”--Optimus

“Tell that to my friend Prime!”--Neutral

Ratchet

He can empathize in losing someone dear.

He does not agree with how the Neutral wants to handle things.

He has made it clear that if the Neutral harms any human, especially the children, that he will come for them.

Does not leave the kids alone with them.

Does not trust them at all.

“You can’t simple slay every human that comes your way! You’ll be no better than the Decepticons. Do you think that’s what your friend would have wanted? Is that what--”--Ratchet

“DO NOT SPEAK THEIR NAME! You have NO RIGHT!”—Neutral

Bumblebee

He empathizes with the Neutral a lot.

He nearly lost Raf and there wasn’t anything he could do before they luckily found a cure.

He couldn’t imagine if Raf…

He is vocal about being against Neutrals way to handle the grief.

Never leave the kids alone with them at the base.

“Beep? (Do you want to talk about them?)”--Bumblebee

“…No…”—Neutral

Arcee

As someone who had recently lost a dear friend, she knows all too well about grieving and vengeance.

She does, however, try and talk them out of it.

She doesn’t agree with much of the killing, especially if innocents could be indirectly harmed in the process.

She would honestly not mind if it was the one person who did the harm, but going after others that weren’t even involved crossed the line.

Will never leave the kids alone and will shoot if they even look threatening at the kids.

“I’ve been there. I lost my partner not too long ago.”--Arcee

“Did you seek vengeance?”--Neutral

“I did… it didn’t do anything to the hole in my spark. And I don’t think he would be very proud of how I handle things. Do you think your friend would?”--Arcee

“… I think you need to leave Arcee…”--Neutral

Bulkhead

Empathizes with the Neutral

Miko has given him enough scares that he is very much afraid that one day she is going to stray in the line of fire…

He is uneasy about their whole vendetta.

Would try and talk to them about it, but if it doesn’t work then they are another enemy in his optics.

Another bot he has to watch in case some humans go missing.

Uneasy and try to get along with them.

Refuses to leave the kids line of sight when they are around.

“You can’t keep putting yourself and the humans at risk!”--Bulkhead

“Watch me!”--Neutral

“Some of these humans didn’t even know what happened—”--Bulkhead

“But the ones that do need to pay!”--Neutral

Smokescreen

He feels sad after hearing the story.

He hasn’t experienced much grief in losing a loved one, but he can’t even imagine if Jack got seriously hurt.

He hated the time he saw Jack trapped, feeling so helpless and angry.

Does kind of agree with the neutral for going and getting even with the person who killed their friend.

But not killing them, he isn’t going to cross that line.

He would try and talk about getting revenge in different ways besides murder. It doesn’t work.

“… it sounds like you two were best friends.”--Smokescreen

“…They were my Amica…”--Neutral

“Amica?”--Smokescreen

“Yeah… They were my little Amica… but now they are gone…”—Neutral

He keeps an extra optic open in case he sees their altmode around.

Wheeljack

Would probably the most in getting revenge with the Neutral

Maybe roughing up the human a bit or messing with things the human likes like their car exploding.

He might try and tell them about seeking revenge isn’t always the best thing, he should know.

It doesn’t work.

He is on constant alert for the kids whenever they get outside the base.

“Kid you need to stop this before anyone else gets hurt.”--Wheeljack

“Tell that to the monsters who killed them!”—Neutral

“…You know there is no way they are going to come back. Their gone, the best thing to do is to make sure they didn’t die in vain.”--Wheeljack

“Don’t you EVER talk to me on what they would have wanted.”—Neutral

Ultra Magnus

Sympathizes with Neutral for the loss.

But he knows that this vendetta is not right.

He is willing to fight Neutral if he finds out that they hurt any human.

While he had a rough start with the humans, they are rubbing on him.

Will protect the humans will sic the autoboot code on them.

“You know I can’t let this slide soldier.”—Ultra Magnus

“I’m not one of your soldiers Magnus. And I’d like to see you try. There is nothing on this Earth that would stop me from seeing the light leave their eyes! ”—Neutral