#{{ but yeah. have... fun i guess? trying to talk sense into her? or encourage her to bloodshed???? 😂

[acoldsovereign]

"--According to my knowledge of time, 24 hours has passed."

For dramatic effect, she paused.

Then added (with a hardened squint),

"I will be tearing out someone's intestinal track for their insolence and degeneracy."

[lomltrentarnold]

someone — jude bellingham  ₊˚ෆ

contents: 1.6k words, fem!reader (she/her), fwb!bellingham is down bad, lil angsty but happy ending, they like each other so much SIGH

🍓 hana’s note: hi my loves!! hope u enjoy <33 i actually had fun writing this, please tell me what u think 🫶 sorry if nothing makes sense LOL

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Jude was sure that the muscle on his wrist had gotten stronger in the span of three days. He moved to check his phone again for the hundredth time that day. The whole situation feels like a thirteen year old boy waiting for his girlfriend to reply to his text. 

The only difference is that he’s twenty one years old, and his ‘girlfriend’ is not actually his girlfriend. 

His gloomy mood attracted his assistant who was off clicking the keyboard computer.

“Whose text are you waiting for?” they asked, immediately bringing him out of his little pity party.

His heart stuttered, “No one.” he replies, shaking his head, before tucking the phone away into his pocket.

A skeptical look was thrown, “Yeah, sure.” 

Jude took a minute before he relented, “She’s…someone.” he sighed, not really in the mood to throw up his gut to his assistant.

He ran his hands through his hair down to his face, frustrated.

They were sure this ‘someone’ was not just anyone, “The same ‘someone’ who had you giggling and kicking your feet last week?” his assistant smirked, noticing the little smile that Jude always wears every single time he stares at his phone.

But not in the last few days.

Recently, he has been more sad when he stares at his phone.

Heat trailed from the back of his neck to his cheeks, “I was not giggling and kicking my feet.” tummy twisting with nerves.

“Oh, you so were. She has you wrapped around her fingers, Bellingham.” the keyboard clicking stopped, as a teasing smirk was sent his way.

Jude’s heart made a backflip–oh she definitely does– “She’s just.. special. And I really really like her.” his cheeks heating up more as your pretty face fresh flashes in his mind. 

“So? Why don't you ask her out on a date?”

He sighed, “I would, but she’s ghosting me.”

“Someone ghosted THE Jude Bellingham? Damn, your ego must be hurt.” they laughed.

Jude took a deep breath, “It's not about my ego, I just–” he paused, “I thought we were going somewhere, I like her and I thought that she liked me but I guess...” his voice trailing out as sadness coats his words.

His assistant noticed how Jude’s head dropped in disappointment, immediately feeling bad for him, and an idea lightbulb immediately went off, “Go to her place then.”

“What?”

The assistant shrugged their shoulders, “Go to her place. Ask her out.”

He coughed out, “She doesn’t wanna see me.”

“Ask her face to face, get confirmation. If she really doesn’t wanna see you then, fine. But try at least! Fight for her!” their encouragement send Jude into a full dedicated state. Already having a full plan in his head.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Screen lights from the tv illuminated your already dark room with a movie playing in the background. You really should be asleep right now. But your mind was too cloudy with a certain, seriously attractive, very sweet and nice footballer. 

What did you think was gonna happen?

Getting into a friends-with-benefits with someone you harboured a big fat crush on was not the brightest idea. 

Jude is a bigshot footballer, everyones’ starboy, all he needs to do is smile and all girls fall to his feet (including you). The strategy of pushing him away was pretty solid, considering that he might not even notice that you haven’t been replying to his texts. 

He probably has hundreds of girls on his phone anyways.

Not that you care, he can do whatever he wants, he’s not your boyfriend. 

Not your boyfriend. 

Then why does it still bother you?

A sudden knock, broke you out of your spiralling session, shooting your heart rate up. Who knocks at 2 in the morning?

A buzz from your phone alerted you.

—

bellingham :)

I’m outside your apartment

I need to talk to you

—

You contemplated opening the door, what do you even say to him? Another knock. 

Another buzz.

—

bellingham :)

Please.

—

The door swung open and Jude was met with the sight of you, with tired eyes and a scowl on your face. You don't look too happy seeing him, and he doesn't blame you.

“Are you insane?! What do you want, Jude? It’s two in the morning!” you huffed out, taking his wrist and pulling him inside. You do not want to get a complaint from your old cranky neighbours. 

Both of your hands tingle the second it touches, fingers twitching as you hope the other doesn't notice. You move to pause the movie, hands gravitating towards the blanket on your couch before draping it around your shoulders. Trying to cover up your well-loved worn pyjamas.

You look like a mess. 

Jude’s hand sweats in his pockets, his heart was pounding after finally being in your presence. With your messy hair, pretty droopy eyes, paired with your profile being highlighted by the tv. His heart rate shoots up when your eyes meet his. 

You look really pretty.

Focus, Bellingham!

He awkwardly coughs, trying to cut the thick tension in the room, “You still watching that show?” he voiced out, hand gesturing to the tv behind you. 

It was a show recommendation from him. You had made fun of it at first, but then the plot was too good to be ignored, you needed to know how it ends. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah, I was curious.” voice small as your hands tightened around the blanket, bringing comfort to you.

A beat of awkward silence went on.

And Jude has had enough of it and decided to go for it, head first, no thoughts.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he finally said, saddened brown eyes met yours. You can feel your defence chip away the more you look at him.

You avert your eyes immediately, trying to formulate words, "I'm busy."

"That you ghosted me for three days straight?" he scoffed.

"Jude-"

"I don't think you understand how much you’re in my head." his voice shook, heart trembling in his chest, “I wake up and my first thought is to check if you have texted me back and you know how embarrassing it is to not see anything?"

You scoffed, “So this is about your ego?”

“No! I didn’t say that–“

Another scoff, "Jude don’t lie, you get messages every single day. Your notifications are always flooded! Don’t act like I’m suddenly special!” you rolled your eyes, lungs burning with anger.

His face contorted into confusion before turning into hurt, “Did I give you that impression? That I don't care because you’re not special?” Jude’s voice cracked, maybe it was your head playing tricks but you swore his eyes were glossy with tears. 

Anymore second looking at him than you might just break. 

“Jude-” you started.

“Because I do! I’ll buy you more flowers, pick up your favourite coffee, watch those reality shows that you love so much, we can have a picnic or even a fancy dinner!” he rambled, hands animated as his feet started to move towards you, eyes pleading. “I really want this to work. I want to be in your life, as your boyfriend.” 

The distance between two got so small that you can feel his warm breath hitting your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

He smells like mint.

Did he chew one before he got here?

The call of your name hits your ears, his voice soft and sweet. You really like how he says your name. You miss it. You like him. You miss him.

“Please say something.” Jude whispered, eyes involuntarily dropping to your lips, cheeks warming under his gaze.

“I really really like you.” you softly said, nothing but a whisper but it sends just into cloud nine.

His eyes shined, mouth already opening to say something before you cut him off.

“But-“

His heart dropped.

“But?”

“Jude, you can literally have anyone you want in the world!” you raised your voice. Tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. Why does he have to be so complicated? Why won’t he understand that you will never be enough for him?

By now, he can have a general sense on why you ghosted him. You have been insecure and worried ever since this little relationship started. Jude partly understands it, his popularity is intense and the media is poking at every nook and cranny of his life. Judging at the littlest things he does.

But he also doesn’t understand because-

“But, I want you! Don’t want anyone else!” he exclaimed, big calloused hands move to the sides of your face, thumb softly running on your cheeks. “I want you.” he added, softly pressing a kiss at the apple of both of your cheeks.

A lovesick smile broke out on your face before you can even control yourself. “I want you too.”

Jude eyes twinkled at the sight. His heart elevates in the process. Was this a dream?

“Pinch me.” he snickered.

Your hands move around his waist to pinch his skin, “Dork.” you giggled, his smile getting wider at the sound.

A comforting silence blankets over you both. Smitten eyes staring at each other with heavy yearning. Hearts fully enamoured with the other.

A soft kiss was planted on your lips, tender and gentle as his hands moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He can’t get enough of you.

Your whole body was on fire. It has been so long since you both got together.

“Jude-“

“Mhm.” he hummed, lips still pressing against yours. His hands wander to wrap around your waist. It feels like he wants to eat you whole.

He definitely does.

You carefully pull away, chuckling at the small whine that leaves him as he chases you again, “It’s late.” you affectionately scolded.

“Let’s go to sleep then.”

“Together?” you teased.

“Yes, please.”

Well, how can you say no to that?

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[stitchpunk1]

YO GUESS WHOS HERE TO TALK ABOUT HAZBIN FANKID OCS BITCHES!

Yeah Ive been wanting to do this for a bit but been super fucking lazy. Got some other fandom ones too I wanna talk about but what with Hazbins first season ending wanna talk about mine with a few tweaks I've done plus one I forgot to add in the last one. I will put this one under spoilers sense the eps just came out and now I have to change shit around till season two for a few of them.

First I have Lucy(used to be Mara and cliche name I know but i like it). She is Charlie and Vaggies kid and named after her grandpa(who spoilers her fucking ROTTEN). Kinda got a design in my head for her that goes with a lamb/goat theme because she is half demon and half angel. Shes got charlies blond hair but more in Vaggies short style and its slightly curly. Shes also got the little hooves, sheep ears and eyes are that horizontal goat type. Like before she is still an absolute artist and loves doing bigger art installations around hell. She ends up dating Husks daughter Heather when they get older.

Second we have Isabella who is by blood Angel and Alastors daughter but her other dad is Husk and sister is Heather. Still got the same design for her that shes a bit more centaur deer like. Shes got the ears(and tail because I'm not giving that headcanon up) of Alastor but with Angels color scheme and fur and kinda a mix of spider claws/hooves(trying to picture her like head/hair in my mind has been a BITCH trying to not just think of it as a carbon copy of Angel). Recently she has become absolutely fucking unhinged as a child in discussions with Musekicker. She is 100% a cannibal and loves to take bites out of people out of pure curiosity of how they taste(leading to many many child leashes that she usually manages to chew her way out of). I like to think that she becomes popular on the hell version of tiktok with cottagecore vibes with a mix of her cannibalism. Dunno why but I like to think that if Alastor sheds his antlers she collects them and makes them into headbands she wears(also uses them to stab people).When older she ends up dating Moxxie and Millies daughter Mable.

Heather is just Huskys by blood and a one night stand but after becoming a couple with Angle and Alastor they become her parents too and Isabella her sister. Every time I think of her design all I can picture is something like Sawyer from Cats Dont Dance. Shes mostly white with a bit of her dads dark grey. Her face all around is just a pure resting bitch face even if she isnt mad or in a bad mood("its literally just my face" is something she has to say a lot). Her biggest secret is how much she LOVES to sing especially musicals and wants to be a stage performer but she thinks she could never make it. She does start to try out in school or any local theater productions thanks to Lucys encouragement. I like to think that after quitting Mammon that even Fizz sometimes does shows for fun and he kinda mentors her after seeing her talent.

Two more to go! Vea is Val and Voxs little accident that they just decide to keep around. She looks mostly like a moth demon but more bluish and sometimes has a little bit of electricity that goes between her antenna. Shes pretty powerful as she can sometimes match Voxs powers if he say fucks around and locks electronics or tv channels. She ends up not exactly running away from home but just kind of wandering away as her parents pay her little to no mind. She ends up at the hotel and kinda taken in by everyone after they learn her story. She ends up becoming the hotels electrician and is fucking terrified of Niffty.

Lastly is one I forgot on my last post who I am not sure what to do with her after the last episode. Her name is Pia and she is Pen and Arackniss kid. Body type she looks mostly like Niss with a little snake tail but she can go full naga like with extra arms/legs when she wants. She has a hood/hair like Pen and is insanely venomous(took me like ten tries to fucking spell that right) do to being half snake/spider. If Pen is in heaven whenever these kids are around she is raised by Niss who stays around the hotel more to take care of her/keep her from his father(who you know is a fucking prick). When he isnt around Angel takes care of his niece. Shes mostly quiet and keeps to herself but she loves weapons of all kinds, being an absolutely crack shot with most firearms.

[glittervame]

Bad Idea right?

Pt 1 of Bad Idea right? Pt 2 - Tripped and fell into his bed

Sorta skimmed over it sorry if there are mistakes, Alice is strictly for the plot she's not a real character, she wont have any physical use after this chapter

Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it (Surppries!) Male!Reader x ....

Y/n was sitting at the bar, nursing a drink, his friends chatting trying to flirt with some girls from a bachelorette party. One of his friends, Chad, motioned for him to come over to their table. Y/n obliged, making his way through the crowd of revelers. When he reached the table, Chad leaned in close and said, "Hey man, check out that girl over there. She's been giving you the eye all night." Y/n glanced over and saw a woman standing by herself at the edge of the dance floor.

"You think she's interested?" he asked, trying to sound casual enough to encourage his friend. Chad nodded confidently, taking another sip of his drink. Y/n glanced back at the woman again, taking in her features. She was wearing a simple yet elegant dress that hugged her curves just right, and her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her eyes seemed to dance as she moved to the music, a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Y/n frowned a little before taking another sip of his drink, she's not really his type. lµkê, his ex had broken up with him months ago and he still hasn't gotten back into the sea of fish. He's seen lµkê and his new girlfriend all over his feed and is a little bit salty about it.

As if sensing his hesitation, Chad leaned in closer, "Come on, man. You can't let this opportunity pass you by. You've been looking for a new challenge, right?" Y/n shrugged, trying to brush off the pressure. "I guess I could go talk to her," he muttered under his breath. "Here, let me help you," Chad said, taking his arm and guiding him towards the woman. As they approached, Y/n forced a smile and cleared his throat.

"Hi, I'm Y/n," he said, offering his hand for her to shake. She accepted it gracefully, her grip firm but not overbearing. "I'm Alice," she replied, her voice smooth and alluring. There was an instant spark between them, and for a moment, Y/n felt like he could stare into her eyes forever. "You're friends with Chad, right?" she asked, nodding towards his friend, who was grinning like a fool in the background.

"Yeah, he's a cool guy" Y/n responded with a smile, trying to keep the conversation going. "And your friends seem like they're having a good time." He nodded in the direction of the bachelorette party, hoping that would lead to some common ground. Alice glanced over at the group as well, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"They're certainly enjoying themselves," she agreed with a small laugh. "So, what brings you guys out tonight? Just celebrating the weekend?" She took a sip of her drink, leaning in slightly as if genuinely interested in the answer. Y/n felt his heart studder after he takes a sip of his drink.

"Well, some of us are just here for a good time," Chad chimed in, sidling up beside them. "But Y/n and I have been meaning to hit up this bar downtown. We thought it might be a good way to spend a Saturday."

Alice smiled at Chad, then turned back to Y/n. "Oh, I've heard great things about that place. The live music there is supposed to be incredible." Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke, and Y/n felt himself becoming more and more drawn to her.

"You should definitely come with us," Chad urged, nudging Y/n in the side. "We could make it a double date or something, maybe bring your friend over there." He winked at Alice, who appeared to consider the idea for a moment before looking back at Y/n.

"That sounds like fun," she said with a smile. "But I don't want to intrude on anything you already have planned."

Y/n glanced at Chad, then back at Alice. "No, no, that's not a problem at all," he assured her. "It'd actually be great to have some more people to join us. And who knows? Maybe you could show us all the best dance moves out there." He gestured towards the dance floor, trying to sound casual and nonchalant.

Alice laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm not that great of a dancer. But I'd be happy to join you all anyway." She glanced at Chad, then back at Y/n. "It's been a while since I've been out and about. It'll be nice to let loose for a change."

Well…that was the plan before everyone got too tipsy and Y/n finds himself in an apartment and Alice ushering him through the door. "Come on, you can crash here for the night," she says, leading him down a dimly lit hallway. "I'm sure Chad can find his way back to his place." She turns to face him, the dim light from the nightlight casting a warm glow across her features.

Y/n glances around, taking in the sparse but tasteful decor. The walls are adorned with framed photographs, mostly of her and her friends enjoying various adventures. There's a hint of adventure and danger in her eyes that he finds incredibly attractive. "Thanks, Alice. I appreciate it."

There must've been something in one of his many drinks because it felt like his senses have been heightened, the way her body swayed in front of him as she walked, the soft scent of her perfume filling the air. He followed her into the room, which she had already prepared for him. There was a small bed with a plush duvet and a pillow at the foot of it, a dresser with a few neatly folded articles of clothing, and a nightstand with a lamp and a glass of water.

Alice turned around to face him, a playful smile on her lips. "Comfy enough?" she asked, motioning to the bed. Y/n nodded, his heart racing a little. He couldn't help but feel grateful for this opportunity, even if it was just for one night. "Good," she replied, stepping closer to him. "Because I was thinking…maybe we could watch a movie or something to help us both relax before we call it a night."

Her proximity made it difficult for Y/n to focus on anything else. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it was almost overwhelming. "Sounds good to me," he managed to say, his voice coming out a little shaky.

She nodded, stepping even closer now. "Great. I'll just be a second while I go change into something more comfortable." With that, she turned and walked towards the door, giving him a view of her curvaceous rear end as she disappeared down the hallway. Y/n's heart raced as he listened to her footsteps fade away, leaving him alone in the room.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. The anticipation was killing him. He looked around the room, noticing a small stack of movies on the nightstand. He grabbed one at random, hoping it would be something they'd both enjoy. As he waited for her to return, he climbed onto the bed, his eyes drifting shut as he imagined what she would be wearing.

After what seemed like an eternity, there was a soft knock at the door. "You can come in," he called out, his voice sounding deeper than usual. The door opened slowly, and Alice stepped inside, wearing a pair of comfortable-looking shorts and a loose-fitting tank top. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she had ditched her heels for a pair of cozy slippers. She looked even more stunning than before.

"Sorry for taking so long," she said, walking over to the bed. "I hope you didn't get too bored waiting for me."

"Not at all," he replied, "I just…um…went through the movies and found this one I thought we might like." He held up the DVD case, revealing the title: "National Treasure."

Alice smiled, nodding in approval. "That sounds like a good choice. I've been wanting to see that." She climbed onto the bed, sitting down beside him. As she scooted closer, the warmth from her body filled the space between them. "Thanks for picking it," she murmured, her voice low.

They settled in to watch the movie, with Alice curled up against Y/n's side. He could feel the softness of her breast pressed against his arm, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The warmth from her body was almost intoxicating, and it was difficult for him not to become distracted from the movie itself.

His skin felt like it was on fire, needles prickling along his skin, his chest felt really tigh like it was being wound up. If you looked at him through the darkness of the room, you could see the see his flushed appearance.

The tips of his fingers running up and down her thighs, getting closer to the hem of her shorts, his mouth biting along her neck. The soft moans that escaped her lips only served to fuel his desire, making him harder and harder as the movie played out on the screen in front of them. He wanted her, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to resist.

As the movie progressed, the tension between them grew. Alice shifted slightly, her hips brushing against his. She let out a small gasp, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement run through him. He moved his hand higher, cupping her through her shorts, feeling her wetness against his palm. She arched her back, pressing herself closer, her lips parting as she panted.

"Y/n…" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the movie.

He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. Her taste was sweet and addictive, and he couldn't get enough. His hands moved to unbutton her shorts, pulling them down over her hips, revealing her smooth, wet folds. She moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt as she arched her back, offering herself up to him.

Y/n couldn't believe how wet she was, how ready she was for him. He slid his fingers through her folds, finding her entrance slick with desire. She was so tight, so warm, and he couldn't help but lose control. He pushed his middle finger inside her, feeling her walls grip him as she let out a shuddering breath. She moved against him, grinding her hips against his hand, urging him on.

Their kiss deepened, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths. He could feel her body trembling beneath his touch, and the knowledge that he was the one causing her such pleasure drove him wild. He added a second finger, thrusting harder, faster, as she moaned into his ear. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of pain that only heightened the sensation coursing through his veins.

Alice broke the kiss, panting heavily as she looked down at him. Her eyes were glassy with desire, and her lips were swollen from their passionate exchange. She could feel him thrusting his fingers inside her, filling her up in a way that made her ache for more. "Y/n," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please…"

He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry. He leaned down, capturing her lips once more as his thumb found her clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She arched her back off the bed, crying out into the kiss as her orgasm crashed over her in waves of pure bliss. Her body tensed and spasmed around his fingers, and he could feel the tight grip of her muscles as she came.

"mmm, good girl" he praises, stilling his fingers as he gazes down at her, admiring her flushed face and the way her chest rises and falls quickly, the tip of her pink nipple peeking out from her shirt. He leans in, kissing her softly on the lips before trailing his tongue along her jaw and down her neck, sucking gently on the skin beneath her earlobe. "That was just the warm-up. I want you to come again, and this time I want to be inside you."

He slides his fingers out of her, pulling off his boxers in the process, revealing his hardened shaft. Alice looks down at him, her breath hitching in her throat as she takes in the size of him. She reaches out, tentatively touching the tip of his cock with her fingertips, feeling the warmth and the softness of the skin.

Y/n chuckles roughly, wrapping his fingers around her hair and tugging her forward so that she's looking him in the eye. "You're a pretty girl aren't you?" he muses, his voice thick with desire. "You deserve to feel real good" he whispers, tugging her hair a little harder as he guides his cock to her entrance. He pushes forward slowly, feeling the tightness of her as he breaks her hymen. She gasps, arching her back as he continues to thrust deeper, feeling her inner walls grip him.

His thrusts are steady and sure, each one bringing them closer to the edge. He reaches down, finding her clit again, circling it expertly with his thumb. "You're so wet for me" he pants, watching her face contort in pleasure as he touches her. "I can feel you around me, tight and hot." She moans, meeting his thrusts with her own, their hips slapping together in rhythm.

He wraps a hand around her throat, his thumb rubbing against her pulse point, as he picks up the pace, his hips meeting hers in a frenzy. She throws her head back, moaning loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she feels herself begin to spiral out of control. He looks down at her, watching her face contort in pleasure, feeling the power he has over her course through his veins.

Her body tenses, and she cries out his name as her second orgasm washes over her. He thrusts harder, faster, feeling her inner muscles grip him as she comes apart beneath him. Her walls clench tightly around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him as he feels himself on the brink.

He pulls out of her all the way, watching as she gasps for air, her chest heaving. He leans forward, kissing her softly on the lips before trailing his tongue down her neck, teasing her nipple with his teeth. He flips her over and pulls her hips against his, guiding his cock back to her entrance. "You're so fucking tight" he groans, thrusting deeper, feeling the heat of her body against his skin.

He picks up the pace, their hips slamming together in a frenzy. He reaches down, finding her clit with his fingers, rubbing circles as he thrusts. Her moans fill the air, mingling with his grunts as he takes her roughly, claiming her body as his. She arches her back, her nails digging into the sheets as her orgasm crashes over her once more, her body shuddering beneath his.

He groans, feeling the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen. With one final thrust, he releases himself deep inside her, her walls milking his cock as he empties himself. Their breath comes in ragged gasps, their chests heaving as they cling to each other. He rolls to the side, pulling her into his embrace, her head resting on his chest.

As he laid there, his vision going in and out, all he could think of was, "Fuck"

Pt 2 - Ttripped and fell into his bed

THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! <3 Love you guys

[shioritsumi]

Took me long enough to get to Bingge but he deserves his own post....

-Bingge knew the modern world would be different, but the technology is much easier for him to grasp than he'd thought and a lot of functions of daily life are simple or hardly changed at all. Society, however...it hasn't changed, exactly. Shen Tianyu talks about his divorce and Bingge has to get reminded inflicting random violence upon people isn't legal. "I'm disappointed too, man, but we both have to live with it."

-Bingge needs time to adjust to not being a demon lord and instead just being a tall muscular citizen. Blending into human society isn't something he has recent experience with, and he has to re-learn it.

-Shen Tianyu lives in a penthouse apartment, and Bingge still isn't certain if he likes having to take the elevator so often just to get in and out of the home. "Did you make your kid do this every day?" "Xiao-jiu isn't old enough for school yet, and this was my second home anyways-I stayed here when i couldn't go home since it's much closer to work. Now it's just....home, I guess. What else did you want?"

-Every time Tianyu talks about his marriage, Bingge gets sad. He managed to become demon lord of his realm, he knows what it's like to rule....but Tianyu talks about things as though despite everything he's had very little control over his own life. He loves his son but he didn't personally choose to have kids. He was "strongly encouraged" to go into business, rather than choosing it willingly. Bai Lianhua pursued him first, not the other way around. The more popular a person or competitive the market, the more easily Shen Tianyu could be compelled to join the race for it. Bai Lianhua effectively convinced him to court her by reminding him frequently lots of guys were after her but she was there with HIM.

Bingge is quick to realize this means Tianyu has done very little for himself in his own life. Which sets him about trying to seduce Tianyu in a strange complicated reasoning that he wants Tianyu to choose him of his own free will and not just because he's the all-powerful demon lord lusted over by countless women. How does one court a competitive man with crippling depression when you are the most desirable bachelor in a stallion novel?

(by the way, Tianyu likes Bingge bc he hears all his trauma and just laughs and goes 'mine is worse'. It's like his friendship with Shang Qingshui but better because Bingge knows when to stop.)

-Bingge ends up reading PIDW and is of the opinion the author has never had sex with a woman. Shang Qingshui can vouch for this, and Shen Tianyu thinks they should both think before they open their mouths.

-Bingge ends up finding all the Luo Binghe merchandise and doesn't know how to respond. "It belonged to my brother, but after he died....I dunno, it's a little like still having him around, since he cared about these things so much. My sister has the other half of his collection if you want to see it." Bingge is extra confused and he just inspects the merch because what even IS this. Some of the figures are fully sculpted in every way....EVERY way. His brother BOUGHT these? With his own money? "Well yeah, you were his favorite. I don't blame him."

-The more Bingge is told about Shen Yuan, the more confused he gets. His siblings describe him as smart, with a photographic memory, and decent looks "but he's definitely related to us". Bingge is absolutely concerned by this one. Hanjun seems to be the only sibling with his shit together properly, having started his own nutrition company and doing quite well. They're all possessed of a dark sense of humor, a sharp tongue, and a tendency to get hyperfixated on fictional characters. So what does this mean about the recently deceased Shen Yuan? "Oh come on, I bet you'd like him if you met him!" Bingge.....isn't sure of this.

-fun possible scenario popping up when Hanjun invites both Bingge and Tianyu to his wedding. Bingge swears he's not a maiden, but he definitely stresses out the most about being invited to a wedding for his boyfriend's family like they're a legit real couple and they NEED to make a good impression ("like we're a legit real couple? Bing-er, we ARE a real couple, stop stressing" "NO" ) they need to wear the right clothes, they need to bring the right gift do they need a sword because he has swords.

-Shen Jiuyuan and Bingge have to talk about it once the truth comes out to Bingge. For the longest time they aren't sure HOW to talk about it, and Jiuyuan doesn't want his new dad to know. They can't act like they don't have history, especially history as bad as it is. But this is a brand new life for Shen Jiu, and he has a father who loves and dotes on him endlessly, constantly apologizes when he's wrong and doesn't lecture him overly long when he's rude or violent. (Tianyu recalls being a difficult child himself, and currently figures the attitude and violent issues are just a result of being related to him-Shen Yuan was probably the only Shen son who didn't have a similar childhood and that was the result of having two older brothers.)

They may not necessarily like each other, but they love Tianyu, and he loves them. Over time they learn to tolerate each other and even share a few moments. Bingge is just mildly confused as to how going to a completely different world to find a new better shizun turned into karmic retribution for killing his own shizun. How did things work OUT like this?!?

-Bingge being prepared to hear about Tianyu's childhood full of soft comforts and spoiled luxury and instead he's told about a mostly ordinary upbringing because his family wanted to foster responsibility in their kids. (although they did always have good things and vacations and whatnot available) And Tianyu's stories of his childhood are most stories about being an absolute gremlin when he was a kid. "One time Hanjun had to fish me and A-Qing out of the river, alongside six other people because turns out that peg was important and i got grounded for two weeks." "I threw a snake at Qingshui's head once. We were ten, and in my defense he told my crush Mianmao i had 'snake eyes' so it was karma. He got bitten and i was suspended for a week." Tianyu just pointing to a super tall building and being like "I jumped off that when i was 15."

Turns out his new shizun was an unhinged child, and the only reason Shen Yuan wasn't is because Hanjun had already witnessed it previously and made sure Yuan didn't even have ACCESS to the most unhinged experiences Tianyu made for himself. Bingge silently wonders how he did indeed find someone to match his freak so perfectly, on ACCIDENT.

[faithfromanewperspective]

how did you arrive at your progressive punk christianity outlook after being immersed in conservative christianity?

ooh!! good question. see I don’t really think what I was immersed in was particularly conservative—in circles I’ve been around we’ve always dissed Americans for being conservative (kinda mean I know) and my dad used to take me to climate change protests in the 2000s and I was always taught the 6 days of creation aren’t literal, the rapture isn’t real, women in stem etc. idk how it was anywhere else but the part of sydney I grew up in was just Like That, there was encouragement to give to the poor to actually end poverty and people actually did even though none of us really had heaps and I guess I wasn’t raised to be okay with entitlement but simply be kind to everyone? And I didn’t even know what conservative was until I was maybe 17 (I thought it was a style of fashion for ages and then I thought it meant conserving nature and history). It was always just Christians are meant to be genuinely kind and not have sex til you’re older and preferably married yknow?? and work hard, like the protestant work ethic was def a thing but somehow in a non ableist way as much as this is possible— I get real impatient with people bitching about stuff getting taken away from them, not realising how much they have when I probably have less and I’m usually giving away as much as I’m able and as much will put me in a state of perceived danger. It’s definitely a form of rebellion against them to see how little I can survive on which I’m working on. I also didn’t even know that so many Christians were transphobic like I thought it was only the extreme theobros. I also had a really lovely geography teacher in high school who was also a Christian and used her faith to drive environmental action, my biology teacher was a Christian and stood up for trans rights and I also had acccss to the internet to read up on clobber passages and hear peoples stories and it was always like ‘oh yeah some Christians believe different things based on how they read this stuff’ and I don’t think it was until I was old enough to actually vote and saw what propoganda was going around I really realised the power dynamic behind it, with the rise of the Australian Christian lobby which felt like it was straight out of the US. I fully thought voting was just liberals if you like fossil fuels, greens to save the environment, and labor if you’re a people pleaser and like fun little rhymes like ‘Kevin 07’ and attempting to be feminist but not really getting anything done. I actually met Martyn Iles once and was like ‘damn this guy is a fake Aussie this isn’t how we do Christianity’. I also got super burnt out by how hard and how biblically I tried to love my classmates on top of the Protestant work ethic about my schoolwork I never really cared about for myself, and was well versed in theology enough to be like HA! Grace means that we don’t have to do all that and can just do our sustainable best, still thinking my view was mainstream. I went to uni to study enviro sci at 17 and I thought my convictions to not drive unless Absolutely Necessary were driven by Christian ethics (which they were, how rigid I was with it was a pda response though). Then over the years realised very belatedly how people often didn’t validate my views and experiences and I’d expect they would (bc they were biblically rooted) and got quite hurt when they didn’t. Spent years in different volunteer ministries trying to put together the kind of community talked about in books like Philippians only to constantly be let down and feel isolated and that only driving me to work harder, despite knowing God’s grace meant I didn’t have to feeling like I couldn’t stop while my earthly needs for connection were unmet, saying yes to things I’d previously said no to because I got a sense of temporary community and belonging every time I joined a new serving team. Tried extra hard to make places inclusive and expected everyone else to be working as hard on it as I was and feel the desperation like I did and got super hurt when they didn’t, oh I guess I’ll have to do it all myself then.

I’ve always struggled with the concept of hell, tbh I heard about it way too young and never had a drop of self preservation instinct in my body only didn’t want to let God down by saying no. I’ve particularly always struggled with the whole urgency motivation like I’m trying, I’m doing the best I can, I listen to people and actually speaking the gospel into their lives in a way that hits home for them (bc I was thinking about how to do this in an empathetic and understanding and autonomy respecting way from a Very Young Age like I used to attempt to evangelise on moshi monsters to get an idea) and shit, I’m like 19 years old at this stage and I’m tired. If only I could just have one last hurrah to change places with someone so they can go to heaven instead of me? Id take it. and I basically worked myself to the point of being that suicidal and kept fucking going because God made me good at science so I can save the planet and end world hunger, and I had this conviction to contextualise (this is what we learned at afes btw) the gospel to really be real to queer folk and indigenous folk and other people of colour and marginalised people (it’s easy to see oppression with my background and my neurotype tbh) and maybe I could make myself suffer now bc God wasn’t gonna let me do that for eternity? anyway eventually left afes bc I was being so stretched and getting so isolated and the work I was doing there wasn’t achieving any of these things and I realised if I stayed I might end up dead and I wasn’t ready to go to heaven yet when my work wasn’t done. or at least so constantly dysregulated I wouldn’t be as able to be kind to others and show them the gospel.

around this time I’m also putting together a pretty comprehensive framework for how to actually solve global problems in a productive way, I’ve unpacked the pride in a lot of Christian mission projects and how they often were a feel good thing but not actually respectful or effective and I’d come up with literally hundreds of ideas for projects I could do to actually help, none of which I obviously had time for I think I was working up to 3 jobs while studying and serving in church and doing my hobbies that kept me kind of sane as well? which was discouraging to say the least, driving a kind of rageful resentment. Around that time I also discover PDA and my whole life makes sense, I start on my adhd meds which I had to jump through a million hoops to get and realise maybe I can finish uni.

a pda framework as I dive more into that and how to be actually neurodivergent affirming and actually recover from burnout long story short makes me realise how ableist much of our concept of sin and holiness really is and how much we need to destigmatise sin and stop using it as a way to intellectualise actual things happening in our brains and nervous systems and maybe we’d feel a lot less hopeless about it like it’s some big mystery if we actually did unpack the fear and threat responses and trauma behind it. Which we always say we will do but practically, church doenst give a space to do that bc you’re gonna be shamed. even for the people who are non affirming I’d be like, but isn’t it a logical step to someone who’s not yet been convicted to celibacy (if that’s something they think they should be) and realised this whole thing is unrealistic, not because the bible is wrong but because people think you can control your own brain by simply trying and trying again every time you fuck up as if that’s not gonna drive learned helplessness or actually traumatise you when you so desperately want to do better? Either that or drive you to be numb about it which I realised is what usually happens, there are certain sins people are blind to in every congregation and they’re actually intellectually unable to be convicted of that as sin because they’re stretched as far as they can go covering all other bases and being like ‘Christ covers that I didn’t Choose To Sin I’m trying not to even though it doesn’t really work’ like I’m a solutions person. if something isn’t working we’re gonna think of a new method and suddenly I understand how my brain works and those of so many others especially those who feel marginalised by the church!

and so long story short when I eventually had to quit what I was doing at church because someone cared enough to realise I hadn’t been doing well for years I was like I’m gonna follow this urge of the Spirit or simply my own head and desire for true connection I often found In exvangelical spaces and hear as many experiences as possible and use it to shape my worldview and get a bunch of hope from people who yes they’ve been marginalised but the gospel is real to them. that’s my only criteria I’m not gonna judge based on theology and I’m not ever gonna think my theological takes make anyone else wrong I’m just gonna be open to listen and shape them so there isn’t any cognitive dissonance and the grace found at the cross is real and practical and doenst have weird arbitrary limits, and I’m also gonna listen to those hurt by Christianity who some might judge as being hard hearted but I know how trauma works. and I’ve been doing that ever since, gradually getting there more and more and I think the best/funniest thing is even in more conservative spaces literally everyone I still talk to has been super encouraging of it and if we have any disagreements they’re pretty minor compared to the fact that we all believe the gospel is for everyone and we all wanna invest in social justice too (which makes me question how conservative those spaces ever were tbh). like there’s def parts of my story I won’t always tell but I feel like I come with a perspective people respect these days no matter where I am, and that’s nice in contrast to being that weird kid trying to do adult things being told either not to worry or that I don’t understand.

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

One thing about me: I like community. I like to make people feel at home and welcome, moreso if they make me feel the same.

About two years ago, the husband and I started a guild on Mobile Legends: Adventure. Gained little traction in english, so we decided to switch over to french and go recruit in those channels.

Nowadays, we're a thriving community of 50 people with very rarely an open spot. I befriended a few of these people and generally just enjoy watching them having fun (I'm guild leader, fyi).

Yesterday, I was chatting with one of our two Swiss players who asked a lot of questions about my writing. Not gonna lie: it made me feel sooooo good that she asked. I do crave attention (don't we all?). And with my plans to get some stuff ready to self-publish, I figured I'd talk about the first story I intend to release.

I narrowed the theme down to: Vampire guy struggles with trauma and ends up encountering a creature more dangerous than himself that ends up playing with his head.

Her response was, basically: that's different, usually Vampires are shown as supreme beings, so it's cool that this one'd get manipulated.

I had to take a mental double take on that. Because: I'm so used to my world that, for me, this sort of situation is like... normal. Vampires are apex predators to be sure, but there's still more dangerous things than them lurking about, and this guy happens to meet such a being (with reason). It never struck me that this story could be interesting just because it shows Vampires in a different light. I guess I can no longer tell if something is 'cool' or 'different' because, well, my nose has been stuck in Aeyuu for so long that it sometimes even affects my perception of RL normal (for example, blue is warm, red is cold, yes my brain sometimes thinks these colours are inverted irl in terms of temperature).

All this to say that it made me happy to hear her thoughts, happy in a way that goes beyond excitement. It's a wide, calm sort of happiness, mingled with hope, mingled with premature contentment that reading my stories might make other people happy (even if the themes tend to be dark and tragic XD). This is the feeling I've been hanging onto lately, to try and get past the utter anxiety and dread of self-pubbing something and it 1. getting hated 2. getting ignored.

In that line of thought, I've finally reached out to an editor (on PillowFort) and gotten the first reactions to this story yesterday. A lot of it is pertinent. It sure as hell drove my anxiety through the roof since, y'know, there was criticism in there... but I'm also glad to finally be taking yet another step forward. And I'm liking their style, be it a bit too brutal for me in places, but then they do see things that I've either overlooked, ignored, or that need a tad better wording to make the meaning/reason clear.

Additionally: today, I find I have 7 more followers on here. Which... wait, just, wow? How? And I check my notificiations and see: oh yeah, I reached out in a nice, encouraging, honestly-me way to people. Not gonna lie: much as that is my personality, I'm also still autistic, chronically tired, and some days I don't have the spoons to socialize, let alone to like people. But when the energy allows, I enjoy just going to the quiet places and leaving a friendly message. Creating a sense of: you belong with the community, too.

This said, I do have plans to 1. write a real writeblr intro sometime, 2. make feedback asks available. With my potential/likely editor not being a pro but someone like me who is self-taught and picks up instinctively on issues, I feel like this is something I want (and am allowed!) to give out in turn.

Creating community, y'know? And the world I want to see, which is a world where people are nice to each other, help each other out, but also get to have boundaries and see them respected without a 'no' turning into an argument or anything. Utopic to be sure, but what's wrong with having ideals?

[saucylittlesmile]

I usually write in my tags but I decided to this instead, eith Scott’s long interview:

They changed my life. And it changed how I felt about the sport, and they empowered me to be my best self and learn what that is and who that was

I was going to write something but in this case, I felt a picture was worth a thousand words.

But not very long after – two, three years after – we kind of started thinking – because we’d already retired once and done tours and we’re doing a show – and we just looked at each other and were kind of like ‘This isn’t the same’. We both had other projects that we were putting on hold: her getting her MBA and working for Deloitte, and for me, the skating school. So as much as we miss each other daily, it was time to move on and not perform anymore.

I mean, we already knew this; they didn’t find the same fulfillment in show skating long term, and yet touring is enough of a commitment that it can keep other life plans from being realized; but still it’s nice to always know they were on the same page of being ready to get to that next stage of life. I did laugh at his ‘we retired once’ given how often they reiterate a that they didn’t retire hut took a break - still, it was an earlier chance to experience that lifestyle of non-competitive touring life too.

And I wanted to really do my own thing. But I would have done my own thing, I think, in Montreal, if I hadn’t met my wife and missed my family and all that stuff. I still think my home is in Ontario. But professionally, I was a little bit upset, because I would love to be beside them in Montreal and join forces.

It’s a Sliding Doors moment - that whole imaginary what if scenario that changes everything and yet changes nothing. But the reality is, he gets to be near his family, and his daughter gets to grow up with close family; and he gets to have a bit of a ‘the best of both worlds’.

The athletes relating to each other, being able to tell a story, kind of cat and mouse, back and forth. So that’s my strength, I think. I always really dove into that as a performer, I’d get to work with the best woman in the world, Tessa, so when we got into those energies, it was so much fun.

I’m thinking about Tessa being shocked that there are teams who don’t talk to each other on the ice. I’m thinking about teams who skate together but who barely even look at each other, let alone seem to make a connection. We were spoiled by VM’s partnership, and the level to which they were able to perform those stories and relate to each other, but not everyone can manage it, It’s going to be interesting to watch him encourage growing those relationships.

So I could be like ‘I want you to try this.’ And it wouldn’t necessarily even make sense. But Madi and Zach they can make anything [make sense]. And then the first time it’s gold, and you start to think ‘Holy shit. Maybe I am a great choreographer.’ And then you work with a 10-year-old and 12-year-old and you’re like ‘Oh, no, there we go. I’m back again.’

I just LOL’d at this.

So I’ve made a list. I won’t tell you who else is on the list, because I’m hoping that they’ll end up on our team as well – one day – but they were at the top of my list.

I want to know, lol, because I could only guess 1 name. Bet the rest I’d be surprised at. Love they made sure that Madison (and Adri) could tour if they had the desire and the chance.

Yeah, I go back and forth on that one. What I said yesterday in the meeting – and I have to tip my cap to the dance tech committee that they’re asking us, trying to poll everyone and to work collaboratively, you create an ice dance event that everyone likes – but I don’t mind it. I don’t think there’s a major flaw right now.

Interesting that the ISU is at least having discussions about dance with the people who have to deal with the decisions. Guess I shouldn’t 100% blane the ISU. ;)

I miss pattern dances a bit. The problem with pattern dances is how they’re judged. I like pattern dances because of the old-school patterns on the ice. Speed, dance position, like the older style of ice dance, and nobody really seems to care about that anymore. So I always wonder, why are we keeping it around for key points when it’s not really the spirit of the dance? But I do miss it in the program this year, I would remove PST and put pattern dance back in.

I can’t believe I’ve been around long enough to live through SM saying he wants the pattern gone to circle back around to him wanting it back. 😭 This one section we were shaking hands, preaching to the choir, same page agreement.

Of course then he went on to praise the choreographic elements and I had to cancel him.

(okay I get he’s saying he thinks they creative and he wishes he could’ve done them and etc etc but No Scott That’s Just the Wrong Opinion, I am right, thanks)

Well, Moulin Rouge came from Tessa and I’s heart and soul. And with Marie-France and Patrice and Sam all collaborating – It’s a special one. It’s not the most original one or groundbreaking, but it came from our souls. And we love the music. And so that was probably my favourite in the end.

They fought for it, and it made it all the more their program. ❤️

And also, we went back into Pink Floyd for our last number, because the Pink Floyd free dance is probably the project that I connected with the most.

Vindication! Uncancelled him, as a Pink Floyd free dance enthusiast.

Just a great interview. I love that they weren’t editing him down into a condensed version. Really, we have been incredibly spoiled with a few of Tessa’s recent podcasts and Scott’s interviews and their joint one - way, way more insights and stories and so on than I would have ever expected to get at this point.

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Eight

Lunch had been nuhunla (amusing) to say the least. Naturally the boys wanted to learn more curse words - which for the most part they knew…flawlessly - however I encouraged more everyday phrases which they seemed to pick up on quickly. Hardcase thought he would start a food fight with Jesse which naturally Fives inserted himself in the middle of. That ended when Rex finally joined the table and was accidentally hit in the chest by Hardcase who got a stern look. The rest of the table - including myself laughed.

“Are we going to workout after this?” Echo asked Fives.

“Do we have to?” Fives asked.

“Unless you want to get your sheb (ass) handed to you on the battle field I recommend you do.” Chimed in Tup.

“I would never” replied Fives as if he was offended.

“What? Get your sheb beat by some clankers?” Asked Jesse. Fives repeated what he said in a mocking tone. Rex rolled his eyes.

“He didn’t disagree” I said laughing.

“Ouch you know, That really hurts” Fives said mocking me, acting like he had been shock in the chest.

“Not as much as it will when the droids beat your sheb” Rex joked.

It caught me by surprise that Rex had chimed in on picking on Fives. Maybe he was feeling more comfortable with me around? I don’t know, but it made it that much more hilarious coming from him.

“FINE….” Fives finally agreed. “But only if Raven comes with. It’s only fair”

“Do you need her to hold your hand?” Asked Jesse.

“Unfortunately that’s usually my job…” Echo snorts.

“Why is it ‘gang up on Fives’ all the sudden?” Asked Fives.

“It only seems fair you chayalikir (tease/make fun of) everyone else it seems” I say.

“She’s not wrong” say Kix. “I would still like to look at that ankle before you go anywhere” he says turning to me.

“I’m ready when you are. Fives I promise I’ll work out with you sometime” I say getting up to take care of my garbage. Kix follows.

The two of us head out the door to the med bay. When we get there I hop up on he table, take my armor and boot off before pulling up my pant leg.

“How’s it feel?” Asked Kix looking it over.

“Alright, just bruised. I’ve had worse” I say noticing it already bruising a little. He looks up at my and cocks his head before returning back to my ankle.

Kix pulls out a small scanner and data pad. He scans me ankle and looks over at the data pad. “It’s not broken or sprained. Probably just bruised, ice it if it hurts”.

“I told you I’d be fine” I say appreciating his concern. Kix gives me a look. “What?” I ask.

“I get the feeling you be another accident prone one” He says raising an eye brow.

“I have no idea what you are talking about” I smile down at him while he fixes my pant leg. He hums in response.

“You are all clear for duty ma’am” He stands up and salutes me.

I laugh “That’s cute Kix but like I said the other day, I have no rank. No need to be formal”.

“I know but it’s a respect thing. I think the rest of the squad feels the same way” he says.

I put my boot and my shin plate back on before hopping off the table. “So are you coming with?” I asked.

“No I’ve got some inventory to do this afternoon, in case we get called out.” He say.

“Alright, Ret’! (Bye/See you)” I salute him before heading out the door.

I step through the door and practically bump into Rex - again.

“We’ve gotta stop doing this” he laughs.

“I guess so” I say trying to hide the fact I feel myself blushing. “What did you come to check on me or something?” I tease.

“Well yeah actually, I figured Kix was probably overreacting but I wanted to make sure. Risky move you pulled earlier” He says rubbing the back on his neck.

He’s cute when he does that…

“Yeah I’m fine, just a bruise” I smile up a him.

“Good” he says.

“Where are you off to now?” I ask

“Reports, I’ve got reports from our last mission to review before they are submitted” He says. It doesn’t take a Jedi to sense his annoyance.

“Anything I can help with?” I offer.

“That’s very kind of you, but I’m not sure if you have the clearance to look them over” he says looking disappointed.

“Ohhh, I wonder if that’s something Anakin could get for me? Seems like you could use the help, if I’m not over stepping.”

“I can look into it. The GAR seems to be short on help these days” he perks up some.

“In the mean time let me know if there is anything else I can help you with. I’d like to be more useful than being a combat instructor. Plus I have enjoyed my time getting to know each member of the squad”

After thinking for a moment Rex finally says “Actually if you wouldn’t mind Jesse should be inventorying our weapons in the armory if you want to see if he needs anything”.

“Perfect, I will head that way now” I smile at Rex. “Don’t have too much fun” I look behind me at the Captain who seem to be frozen in place. “Was there something else?” I holler back.

“Uh no, I’d better get going” He says before continuing the opposite direction down the hall.

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I catch up with Jesse in the armory, who I don’t think heard me come in as he didn’t even look my direction.

“Me’vaar it gar? (Sitrep)” I asked caning him to spin around. “Rex sent me this way to see if you wanted any help”

“Oh, yeah I could definitely use help. I am inventorying ammo, blaster of different kinds, grenades, droid poppers-“ he starts before I cut him off.

“Droid poppers?” I ask.

“It’s basically an EMP” he says with a smile.

“Oh right that makes sense” I reply.

I kneel down next to the crate Jesse is looking in when he hands me the data pad. “Here, you read from the list, and I’ll make sure we’ve got them. If not, I might have you run over there and grab whatever we need” He says pointing to some of the cages with a variety of weapons.

During this time I get to know Jesse who is quite honestly a combination of Fives and Echo. He’s smart and strategic but also has that childish attitude from time to time. I feel he better knows the time and place for that better than Fives does though.

When we are done I decide I’d head out into Coruscant for a quick bite. It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed my time with the 501st but I need sometime to process my day before heading to bed.

Masterlist

[progmetol]

construct crit lore dump

So I’ve finally figured out what I want their post-RED occupations to be. And it ended up being a lot more obvious than I thought.

Teachers. Of the high school variant.

Engineer has the natural charisma and amiability for it. He’s very nice and patient, students would love him as a teacher. He knows the content like the back of his hand and teaches it coherently. He also had experience teaching Scout basic subjects back at the base. He teaches physics and chemistry at the school.

And Tactician? She may be less charismatic and more dry, but teaching was a big part of her previous job, and it was something she was also good at. She comes off a little scary at first, but she has a sense of humor that her students love her for. She teaches math, from algebra to calculus. She strongly encouraged students to work hard and the practical applications of what they learn in class. She wants them to know that what they learn, or the experience of learning it, will actually be useful down the line.

They’re both the kind of teachers that have a cult following of students that always hang around to talk after school. Engineer entertains this a lot, telling them stories of his experiences, fun facts, or giving demonstrations of cool science shit. Tactician is similar but a little more secretive, but in an intriguing way. She tries to get her students to think and put the puzzle pieces together themselves. This is definitely most apparent in the two’s past as mercenaries. Though neither outright said it at first, the clues were there and some students eventually put two and two together, leading to a variety of new stories and conversations to be told. “You were in that Gravel War a state over??” “What did you do in the war?” “What was it like?” and what not.

And then, the age dilemma. This had been right after Engineer created the life extension implant for him and Tactician, physically de-aging them by about 20 years. And of course this led to a lot of the students failing miserably at trying to guess their ages. Tactician especially would not budge at revealing her age, as older women tend to do. A student would guess “25?” and she’d respond “I wish,” with a smirk. Not like they’d believe her if she told them she was 40.

They often visit the other’s classroom during their off period and help out the students with questions. They know most of each other’s material, Engineer still knowing all the math perfectly and Tactician having a solid foundation of physics and chemistry.

Were there any students that disliked them? Yeah, absolutely. Every teacher has some. And Tact especially doesn’t tolerate any tomfoolery. But they were by far some of the most liked in the school.

[sawyerbirke]

🔥💚⚽🧠

(Make my muse talk about:)

⚽ Hobbies

Hobbies...? I dunno, I'm not that complicated. I like hiking. Reading. Oh, I whittle. I like working with wood. I used to make a lot of models that way. Kind of debated getting into handcrafted cabinetry for a while before I started my job, which, uh

...yeah, I guess I'm about to be let go from that really soon. I wonder if I've been reported missing yet.

...

Wire art is also fun. Anything hands on, really.

🧠 Expertise

Expert... not really. One thing that I think is pretty good is my sense of direction. I hardly ever get lost. This might sound weird, but it's like... every place I go has this kind of feeling, like, if I've been somewhere before, I know it. It's not the same feeling everywhere, either, some places are sort of light and bright, some are heavy, some are fast and, uh, sparkling? Sometimes that's how I remember faces, too, I never forget a face. I don't know if that's a common thing or what.

The place I am now is really hard to describe, but it-- it doesn't feel good, it's like

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like this heavy, hot electricity, like every brick I step on, I'm stepping into somebody's eye. This place is old. It's so terribly old. I don't know how I know, but it is. And behind it is this huge yawning nothing, like something in my own body flatlined and I'm still somehow alive.

💚 Friends / family members

I have a sister and a brother. Daniel's quiet, but so good at music. I was trying to encourage him to publish some of his stuff, even some guitar covers or something, but it's kind of hard for him. I hope he does it, he's great. He does acoustic guitar, keyboard, electronic stuff... he was looking at bass guitar, too. I hope he does! Maybe he's too chill to be famous, but he deserves it.

Lottie, her name's Charlotte but she goes by Lottie-- it's crazy but I think she'd actually be into this place. She's so much braver than me, and she's only a kid. It's not that I think she would know what to do, she's ten, but... she'd have ideas. She always has an idea. I think she'd even like some of these horrible things in jars I'm sitting here with. One time, she came out of the woods with this frog in her hat that had five legs. She said a woman in a tree had shown it to her. I said I wouldn't tell anyone--you know, once I confirmed that this was her imagination and not like an actual human person out there--but it felt really good that she trusted me.

🔥 Fears / worries

That I'll never see them again.

[nsfwhiphop]

Incoming Text for Mya:

Hey, Mya!

I just want to let you know that I never speak to you because I don't know what to say, I'm not trying to get in your pants, and I'm not trying to seduce you, so I feel like it's a waste of my time.

Also, you deserve to know that I can easily speak to other women but when it is time to speak to MYA, I lose the speech, no words at all.

Guess I have this 90s teenager behavior when I mention your name, I feel like a kid again.

So, yeah, euh, mmm, yeah, excuse me if I take a rain check on having conversations with you.

Also, I don't think it's a good idea to talk about romance on this Tumblr page, it's just not what gentlement do, you know?

My blog looks like a wild, savage place, but believe me when I tell you that I still have good manners.

As a gentleman, I think, it's better to remain silent. Don't let intruders listen in on our conversations, it's better to leave the gossip hungry people starving, they won't find anything gossip worthy about MYA.

I'm doin' you a favor when I ignore you, there are a lot of sociopath-weirdos with money reading my blog and they stalk women.

Yeah, you heard that right, I clearly said: "SOCIOPATH-WEIRDOS WITH MONEY!" (these words are connected, they make sense)

What these weirdos with money do is very disgusting, they see the name of the woman appear on my blog and then they spend their money to stalk that same woman in real life, it's a disgusting behavior and it's happening to all the women I mention on my blog.

Can you picture this for a moment?

Imagine hundreds of multi-millionaire men and women reading my blog and using their money to stalk the women in real life.

1- Men with money in the Football world.

2- Men with money in the Baseball world.

3- Men with money in the Basketball world.

4- Men with money in the NFL Football world.

5- Men with money in the Music Industry world.

6- Men with money in the Film Industry world.

7- Men with money in the TV world like BET & CNN & NBC & CBS.

8- Men with money in the Political world of Republicans & Democrats.

All these men are lustful weirdos, they want to fuck the women that I speak with because they are lustful, the sin of Lust is a deadly sin, never forget the teachings of the Bible, they envy me, they want to fuck the women in my life, the sin of Envy is a deadly sin.

Remember the teachings of the Bible, it's written in the Bible.

That's why I warned all the women that I will stop mentioning their names from now on, to protect them from these "SOCIOPATH-WEIRDOS WITH MONEY!"

From now on, I will use this:

Using "HER" and "HIM" to conceal identities in dialogues.

"Using 'HER' and 'HIM' for anonymity in dialogues."

(this is written up there in my bio, check out my bio)

Here is an example dialogue:

HER: "hey, what you doin'?"

HIM: "nothing just chillin', watching the latest Steve Harvey show. In this new episode Steve teaches us how to protect ourselves against uninvited intruders."

Well, this is the end of the example. Now you know what's up!

Also, there are MALE sociopath-weirdos with money. Both sexes.

Also, there are FEMALE sociopath-weirdos with money. Both sexes.

I love you, Mya, I care about you and I don't want to see you in trouble with these sociopath-weirdos with money.

I encourage you to hangout with these girls:

#1- Joy Bryant.

#2- Christian Milian.

#3- Lauren London.

#4- Cassie.

#5- Kimora Lee Simmons.

#6- Mary J.Blige.

#7- Sevyn Streeter (@sevyn)

#8- Erykah Badu

#9- Tisha Campbell (@tishacampbellmartin)

#10- Solange Knowles.

#11- Laetitia Casta (@laetitiacasta) - French super model.

#12- Remy Ma (@remyma)

#13- Rapsody (@rapsody)

#14- Kelis (@kelis) (Fun Fact: Kelis lives with animals, livin' that farm life, you know she's a righteous woman, only a righteous woman will choose to live that farm life, she has Bible swagger, her style is so Bible, Kelis is a Bible reader.)

#15- Dawn Olivieri (@dawnolivieri) (Fun Fact: Dawn Olivieri lives with animals, livin' that farm life, you know she's a righteous woman, only a righteous woman will choose to live that farm life, she has Bible swagger, her style is so Bible, Dawn Olivieri is a Bible reader.)

These women will make sure you have fun and feel safe. It's a community of cool sisters, righteous sisters.

Love you, Mya! Have fun, big hug for you!

[randomidiocyncrazies]

B, H, O, S?

thanks for the ask!!

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

i know i've talked about Dojima/Namatame before, but it's one of those things that i never thought about until i saw a prompt for it on the kinkmeme back in the day??? and once i started thinking about it i feel like... as much of a crack ship this sounds like, there's basis for understanding but also conflict (obviously) that makes them interesting to ship under specific circumstances? though i guess i did most of the work figuring out how their dynamic might look like

also, your pitch for sombra/symmetra makes a lot of sense! while i didn't oppose shipping them beforehand, i was never quite convinced until you broke their possible dynamic down

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

hm, i think i come across animation more often than the other examples listed—i love animation! so from statistics it's likelier for me to be into a fandom of an animated show, and live-action stuff is very hit or miss for me.

for writing fic though, i guess i like books/manga/comics because it's easier for me to find the exact location of a scene that i want to reference?

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

hm. most of my music are OST or songs associated with a specific property, so it's gonna be biased. i guess i'll go on youtube or spotify or something try to find a random song

*15 minutes later*

NEVER SAY GOODBYE (apparently it's an opening for Golden Kamuy, but since idk anything about it* i figure it's neutral enough): it's got an extremely shounen vibe, so Kamina from Gurren Lagann is an obvious shoe-in—he is THE Cool Big Bro in my cultural consciousness after all.

*the only thing i know about Golden Kamuy is that the author loves drawing naked muscly men and there are a lot of animal deaths(?)

just for fun there's another one: YoiYoi KonKon (lyrics)—my Japanese is nowhere near good enough to parse the lyrics, so i'm purely going by vibes alone. the whole thing screams "reckless indulgence", and the mesh of traditional instruments with a modern beat/melody obviously turned my mind towards settings and characters kinda caught between time? not necessarily literally, just that they're lost/losing themselves in some sense. I guess the use of traditional instruments plus the "recklessly losing myself in pleasure to hide/run away from my sadness" kinda made me think of Tsunayoshi (or Tokuko) from Ooku the Inner Chambers, the one where most of Japan were ruled by women bc a freak plague decimated the male population

(also, the vibe of this song reminds me of Tokio Funka a bit)

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

okay so i assume this means "show us an example of a headcanon in your fanworks"?

the headcanon about YukiChie cooking and Yosuke's crappy pics in the (still unfinished) YukiChie fic that you beta'd:

Wounded pride aside, her mother has a point. They can’t rely on other people to cook for them all the time. It’s one of those Essential Life Skills™ that they were supposed to have mastered by the time they finished high school or whatever. Yu’s been making (and generously sharing) delicious lunches for as long as they’ve known him, and Rise’s cooking is perfectly safe as long as she doesn't have access to chili powder. Kanji and Naoto do fine on their own too. Heck, even Yosuke knows how to make staple dishes, judging by all the terrible photos he posts to their group chat at the weirdest times (also: she’s gonna show up at his university dorm and murder him if he ever spams her with blurry homemade tamagoyaki pics at 3 AM again.Yukiko will help her hide the body.) So yeah. They’re way behind schedule at this point, and it’s kind of a bummer to realize their culinary skills are about on par with Teddie’s—probably with him taking the lead to boot.

(I also absolutely think Yukiko doesn't look at recipes because she thinks she should just figure it out on her own)

[ask prompts here!]

[5tar9litter]

Things my mom said multiple times:

Partying:

“I don’t know why I don’t like it. I should like drinking and gambling. I should like talking to those thai girls even if they are hella rude. I should leave all of my kids alone at home while I go party past 12 at midnight. I guess I’m just weird like what they said. I don’t like talking to those people. They are so annoying, always boasting about how much money they make and then wasting it all away in the casino! Why don’t I like them? Why do I hate it so much??”

She’s said this exact topic at least 60 times this year of 2023. And I’d explain it’s because they are horrible ppl and it’s okay to have different hobbies from others. At least you are saving money, avoiding health risks, and just go find better ppl to be with. Plus I am the same way. I hate those ppl with the same passion but I just found better people who doesn't do those type of things.

Then she’d forget what I just said and start the same exact paragraph by next week or month.

And I start to interrupt when she is talking now because it’s annoying having them ask dumb ass questions esp if you just consulted them like 45x’s now. It’s just a waste of time and I noticed I’ve been either telling her she and I already talked about this or changing the subject completely.

Food:

“I wish we ate more sweets. As a family, nobody in this family likes it. I buy so much cookies, sodas, pizzas, apple pies, cakes, and candy but nobody eats all of it?”

I’d explain, “it’s too sweet. And there’s so much too. You buy like 26 apple pies and expect 4 of your kids to eat all of it in a week?? No thanks.”

“But why can’t we be like an american family? Why can’t we just eat all of the sweets like that?”

“But that’s why all of Americans are dying from cardiovascular diseases, Mom. Sweets kill u if you eat a lot, duh. What r u trying to do, kill us?”

“Haha, you are right but look at how good it looks.”

“Gross. It’s too sweet. Why did you buy so much sweets from the store again? You know 19 years of my life, none of us like cakes and stuff like that.”

“*attempts to eat all 26 apple pies by herself and stops eating by the 3rd apple pies* yuck! it’s so sweet! Why can’t I finish all of it?”

“Facepalms**”

SHE DOES THIS ALL THE TIME AHHH. She knows we don't like sweets. Period. Yet she buys it all the time and always complains that we never eat it even though none of us wanted it. If we were like, "Mom can we buy these cupcakes?" then we don't eat all of it. Then that makes sense that she'd be mad. But she's actually encouraging us to eat unhealthy on a daily basis. Like do you know how much pizzas we've had delivered to house on the daily basis? 6 BOXES for 4 KIDS AHHHH

This behavior did start my brother's food addictions though. Because she would encourage us to eat all of this and they would finish all 5 or 6 boxes by themselves. Now my brothers are having heart problems and stomach issues. Bruh.

Family in laws:

"When you date or get married, you are gonna have to sacrifice your whole life to your man's parents. You have to clean and cook for them 24/7. You will become a slave to them. Dating is never fun. It's only miserable"

I just nod my head and act like I'm listening every time she says this.

My job

"You shouldn't go to college and get a job. Just open a business. I'll support you."

She doesn't even have enough money to buy me food. I have to work to pay for it. It's so annoying because my dad told me the same thing but he can't even pay the bills so he's always stressing out.

"You should start a Youtube channel."

I respond with, "No thank you. I hate filming stuff. I don't even post 1 picture on my other social media so what makes you think I wanna?"

"Just saying. It'd be a good start."

"Yeah yeah."

She brings up this same topic of me starting a Youtube channel another 30x.

"Why do you keep telling me this, Mom!?"

Usually, I end up getting really pissed off. I hate when I get mad at anybody including my mom but she has a weird habit of repeating herself.

She really wants me to fucking start a youtube channel. I did start one at some point but then I got busy with school or other things and it was really boring for me so I just stopped. But it annoys me that she doesn't understand that I don't like making youtube videos especially at the moment. In the future, I can see it happening but not now. She still keeps suggesting it.

Another thing that annoys me is that she always tell me that my job sucks.

It took me 6 months to get my job and I love it to death. Even if it's minimal pay: Around 16$/hr where I live.

My coworkers are so nice. My managers are so kind and patient with me. The customers are so good to me and they treat me like family. The job is easy and fun. Sometimes I get yelled at by customers because I work at retail and I need an ID from them in order for them to purchase the cigarettes. 97% of them are pretty compliant. So it's fast and easy and if they argue, my coworkers always back me up. They are so kind compared to my old job where I had no support. So, I am always happy to come to work because for someone in my position and history, especially with a tight schedule, this job is like paradise for me. So every time I have a small issue like customers being an idiot or me being hit on at work which is all the time, my mom would say my job sucks.

I call her out on it because at least I am working and you know, compared to my old job at Petco, it's actually really good for a college student. It's close by and easy and relaxes me even if there's small mishaps.

She says she just meant all of that work for 17/hr. I tell her, "For now, this is what I just gotta work with it. But it doesn't suck. I'm just really grateful I have a job.

Babies:

"Do not have babies when you are young." Valid.

Boyfriends

"No dating until you finish school and get a career."

"

Valid.

"You can only dress like that around your boyfriend when you get one."

"You can only go watch movies or go out with your boyfriend when you get one."

"You can only get a house when you get a boyfriend."

"When you get a boyfriend, you'll have someone to hang out with all the time."

"WHY DO YOU WANT A BOYFRIEND SO MUCH I DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT'S SO GOOD ABOUT HAVING ONE?!!?"

Mom, ever since I was young. You instilled this mindset that I need a boyfriend to have freedom in life. You won't even let me go out without a guy accompanying me and every guy I am just friends with you think I am dating him. AHH WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS?

"OOoh, looks like you are ready for a boyfriend~" My mom would tease me all the time and at the same time she'd tell me, "No boyfriend! You are too young. Not until you are a doctor!"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Casinos:

For 5 years, this is all she talks about. She hates it there with so much hatred that it's incomprehensible but she keeps coming back to work there. Her coworkers also got annoyed with how repetitive she can be and she's told me about this. They told her there's so much careers out there. Why does she keep coming back to the casino if she hates it so much then quits within 5 months??

This year in 2023. she just quit one casino and now she secretly applied to ANOTHER ONE this month in August and my dad found out and yelled at her. I remembered their argument. "YOU LIED TO ME! YOU TOLD ME YOU'LL NEVER GO BACK AND YOU WENT AND APPLIED WITHOUT TELLING ME? YOU KNOW YOU ARE GONNA QUIT AGAIN. YOU DID THIS 5 TIMES ALREADY. WHY DON'T YOU LEARN? YOU CAN'T DO GRAVEYARD SHIFTS. YOU KNOW HOW SICK YOU GET WHEN DEALING PAST 3AM. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF?!" I understand my mom wants to work again but doesn't know any other way to make lots of money with just a high school degree. But I agree this can't be healthy. When the other casino she applied see that she just quit 5 other major(popular) casinos within 3 years. They are gonna reject her applications because they know she likes to apply then quit after 5 months.

New business plans:

"I should buy those asian plants and sell it on facebook!"

I encourage her. She's been talking about this for a year now.

"I should cook food and sell it on facebook marketplace like those thai girls!"

I encourage her alot for this because I think she'd do well. She's been talking about this for 2 years now.

"I should work in another job that isn't the casino." *never does so*

"I wanna open an asian fast food shop with a drive through. I never seen one here in America."

I encourage her.

"I want to be a real estate agent. *Continues to explain how much money she'd make and swears she'll finish the classes to get the certificate.*"

This convinced me and my dad that she would actually do it. My dad is really hard to convince so I was surprised he let her. My dad said he'd support her until she gets a degree which is supposed to take 6 months only. She paid $1000, took the class for 5 months, then quit with no refunds.

She told me it's because the professor said she won't be able to become a millionaire until a year later because the economy is rocky right now so nobody's buying houses right now especially with the interest rates being so high for them.

I understood it but I told her like at least finish the last month and just take the exam. You get to cheat too like they do not care at all. Like just get the certificate and get it over with.

She explains she don't have the confidence to finish it. So she never finish the class or the exam. She ended up wasting $1000 even though I offered to cheat for her. ITS LITERALLY AN OPENED BOOK TEST. THE PROFESSOR LITERALLY TOLD HER THE ANSWERS FOR THE EXAM SO IT LITERALLY IS JUST FILLING IN THE BLANK.

After she did that, I've lost all hopes for her bro.

I don't encourage her to start a business because she's always quit or never make action. But you know what did she do? She bought this asian plant and gave it to some random mien woman to profit off of her for free :D R u fucking kidding me? Mom, why. That was your money right there. U bought that plant to make money on facebook but instead you gave it to some random asian lady. She was pretty disappointed in herself as well.

She always talk about: her Nightmares, hair loss, unhealthy eating, nutritional deficiencies, walking at the park, how much she hates my dad and how dirty the house is.

I don't really care and actually respond to her about it.

Things my dad always say:

"Always invest your money!"

"Just take easier classes."

Yeah sure let me just not graduate college by not taking my required Biology: Anatomy and physiology and statistics classes.

"You have to graduate with a bachelor!!"

Also refuses to support my education**

"You are gonna be a millionaire!"

"Why am I such a loser?" My dad always says that to himself.

He brags about me alot especially about how I won 2cd place on a contest and ended up being interviewed on tv.

I luv my parents but omg they are so dumb.

[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

The guy who though about the great 7 parents has the biggest mf brain I have ever seen. And everyone keeps making it better

We have received fun, fights, romance and parental figures.

Mal having bad connection? Beautiful

Wine aunt Ursula? Amazing

Moral support Hades? Funny as hell

Jafar making us more powerful to get revenge? Great

Scar giving us fighting advice and supporting us going Apeshit? 10/10

Due to the lack of queen of hearts content:

I mean, she should be really clever(?) and strong. Like, have you seen the people of wonderland? They are all weak and their logic is...lacking I guess...? The jury didn't write anything right and the card soldiers fall easily and the queen in the other hand can remember almost a thousands rules from the head and the name of her entire court(?), grab a whole tree with her bare hands and actually make sense when she speaks with Alice (considering that everyone in wonderland talks in a certain way, doesn't that mean that she is trying to get Alice to understand her?) that's why everyone is so terrified of her.

In short: the queen of hearts may have a short (almost non existing) temper, but she is insane capable (pun not intended) would be a great teacher for yuu if it wasn't for her temper

10/10 character

I always had the idea that we could talk to the seven through dreams but this concept 100% better

I feel like another thing QoH woukd do is let us have more fun and encourage fun/mistakes to learn.

She's not a powerful queen for no reason. Doesn't she have a battle ace and dual wield croquet sticks? Yeah no she for real makes Yuu live their best life