#(and I STARTED OUT AS A US DUB FAN TOO YOU GUYS but YEAH)

[yanderefarm]

yandere pornstar

cw; choking, p in v, heterosexuals, nsft, murder, violence against women, dub con, dark content

ive had this one sitting in production for a minute but it's one of the darker ones in my opinion. i think he's so interesting and so fucked in the head. his yandere isn't as explicit in this but that's kinda on purpose. he's obsessed with you but he's good at hiding it especially because he's definitely also battling some internalized homophobia. like he will not examine how badly he wants to be your girlfriend no sir he'll just ask you uncomfortable questions and date women who he thinks are your type. and even then it doesn't matter if you don't like women because he'll just date women who remind him of you.

you live in a nice modern style house. the kind of house you'd usually find belonging to a billionaire who thinks having natural light is a personality trait. never in a million years would you be able to afford this place but a few months ago you'd found this guy looking for a roommate. the rent was dirt cheap, like the kind of dirt cheap that meant this was probably a scam. honestly, even after 3 months living there you were waiting for the rug to get pulled out from under you but as far as you could tell it was real and your roommate was just a nice guy. 

he was a large guy, his chest was broad and he was extremely tall. he was pretty hot too, he had piercings and tattoos and he was always wearing tight obscure rock shirts or horror shirts. personality wise he was a bit of a loud obnoxious guy, he could act like a real frat bro but he was nice? nice enough. the only real quirk about being his roommate was the part about sex. apparently your roommate was in porn and would often record videos in his house. it was like living with a frat bro in effect, he'd have big networking parties and sometimes that turned into big networking orgies. sometimes you would come home to see him and a young woman half naked surrounded by a camera crew. it was weird. but rent was cheap and your room had good noise insulation so you adapted. 

sometimes you would wake up in the morning and go to the kitchen only to find a random woman with messy makeup sitting there checking her phone. the first time it happened you offered to make her some pancakes and she appreciated the gesture. it was an odd morning routine but it was kind of nice making pancakes for your roommate and whatever girl he'd spent the night with so it became the norm. all in all living in this place was odd but comfortable, all it took was getting used to it. you even got used to your roommate's weird personal questions, the way he'd ask you about what kind of porn you liked or what kind of people you were into. it was awkward but you got used to it as just part of his personality.

eventually you started noticing the same girl at the kitchen table over and over again only with progressively more bruises and cuts on her. it's not really your place but you can't help but ask her if she's ok.

"oh! yeah don't worry it's from work."

"what kind of work do you do?"

"wanna see?"

she shows you her only fans account including her most recent post, a scene where she's in a familiar looking room with a masked man choking her out while they have sex. that's definitely your roommate in the video, it was definitely filmed in his room. your body couldn't help but react to the stimulation and you awkwardly excused yourself to eat breakfast. she didn't mind, in fact she said it was a compliment so atleast she was cool about it. still embarrassing.

it doesn't help that at some point she clearly told your roommate who's embarrassing personal questions start to shift. are you into choking? receiving or giving? do you think his girlfriend is hot? is she your type? you have to stop him from showing you more of their videos together because he's just way too eager.

in the end you do shamefully subscribe to her only fans. she's pretty for sure but you're more interested in your roommate and the scenarios they act out. she makes a lot of dark content; things like a kidnapper using her for his own entertainment and threatening to send the video to her parents, or a drunk friend breaking into her room, or a serial killer having fun with her before he kills her. in her older stuff before she started working with your roommate the guys who would bust into her room didn't have the right body type or demeanor to sell it. some of them acted like the cringiest internet doms. for some reason your roommate was so good at it.

you watched his arm flex around her throat while he held her in a headlock, her body bouncing on his lap while he looked at the camera. part of you wondered how good he'd look if he was in her position instead, his big muscles and large dick completely useless as his kidnapper made his eyes roll back. you really shouldn't have those thoughts about your roommate, you know that, but you can't stop fucking your fist to the thought of him. he's straight, nothing will ever come of it.

for the sake of your cheap rent and comfortable room you just pushed your feelings down only letting them out late at night into a bunch of tissues. that's until you come home one night to the living room dark and a tripod set up in front of the couch. that's not such an unusual sight, its not even the first time you've walked in on your roommate in the middle of work. it is the first time you've caught him actually balls deep in someone. he doesn't even take his hands off his throat when he looks at you with a stupid smile.

"hey, welcome home."

you were trying so hard to look anywhere else. "sorry.. uh im-im gonna-"

"oh! hey, babes!" his girlfriend was also smiling at you now.

you were hard. why were you hard. why did he notice that you were hard. you watched his eyes flick from your hard on to your face and back again a wide smile cracking across his face.

"yo, you like what you see? wanna take a ride?"

you don't know how they both actually convinced you to do this, maybe you were hornier than you realized. your roommates large rough hands were stroking your heavy cock while his girlfriend was on her knees in front of you her tongue stuck out to catch every drop of precum. you leaned your head back against his shoulder and moaned as he squeezed your tip. you looked at him for a moment, your face flushing red as he gave you a confident smirk. his girlfriend wrapped her lips around your tip and began licking and sucking trying to drain you of every drop while your roommates hands squeezed your cock so firmly it felt like he was trying to push your cum out. you moaned louder this time, one of your hands gripping onto his forearms to steady yourself.

"baby, you should give him a nice reward for all his donations."

oh god he knew. of course he knew. his girlfriend pulled her mouth off your cock with a wet pop and moved onto her back. your roommate guided you onto your knees in front of her, his breath heavy in your ears.

"you ever do this before buddy?"

all you could do was shake your head, most people probably have never been in this scenario before either.

"gonna make you feel so good. gonna fuck her real nice."

he guided your large cock along her folds, rubbing it against her clit and soaking you in her juices. you watched as he pressed your tip against her hole and pushed it in drawing a loud moan from her. she was definitely a pornstar the way she reacted and played up your cock filling her, moans and arching her back and tightening her cunt. it felt good but you soon came to miss the feeling of your roommate's hands squeezing you as they instead moved to help guide your hips. he kept you at a fast pace until you were the one maintaining it yourself, hips drilling into her as hard and fast as you could.

"why haven't you cum yet? you like it don't you?" he grunted in annoyance. "here let's tighten her up, huh?"

he moved his hands over your own and wrapped them around her neck. it took you a moment to notice and you immediately tried to squirm and pull away.

"you know how much she likes it"

"mmmhmmm~ c'mon babes.. make me see stars..."

his hands squeezed around your own forcing you to choke her as your hips began to slow down a bit. you didn't know what you were doing, this seemed incredibly unsafe but his hands were stronger than yours. her pussy squeezed around you but the stimulation wasn't enough to keep you hard as your panic was more overwhelming. your hips stopped entirely when her face started to get red.

"stop! pl-please i want to stop!"

"i'll stop when she makes you cum."

you knew that wasn't going to happen but you didn't know what else to do. your hips picked up a frantic desperate pace as you tried so hard to feel good. there were tears splashing onto her reddening face as you began to cry and babble your apologies as best you could.

her eyes started to roll back and you still hadn't gotten any closer to cumming so with an annoyed huff your roommate pulled your hands off of her. she sucked in a gasp of air her entire body heaving as she could finally breathed. your roommate moved away from you letting you pull out and you crawled over away from them, sobbing.

"tch... guess you didn't like her that much huh?"

you couldn't speak just whimpering and rubbing your hands.

"poor guy..."

he easily lifted you in his arms and carried you to your bed. you thought he said something else but you didn't catch it as your body started to relax. you managed a small thank you before his figure disappeared.

you expected it to just be a weird story and an awkward breakfast but she never came to sit in the kitchen. you had finished making all the pancakes when the front door opened and your roommate walked in looking dour. he stopped when he looked at you, looking away from you then back.

he took a deep breath. "... she's dead."

your eyes widened and you felt your stomach churn.

"last night i brought her back to my room but she wasn't feeling well and i thought she was just tired... when i woke up she wasn't breathing."

you covered your mouth with your hand as tears flooded your vision. you moved to get your phone when your roommate grabbed your hand tight enough to hurt.

"you get it right? you killed her." you were forced to drop your phone which cracked on the tile. "i hid the body, made sure no one will ever know. I'm willing to help you cause you're my friend but you gotta be good."

you couldn't speak all you could do was slowly nod.

"thats a good boy."

[tojisun]

a cute idea just popped in my head!! imagine other bikers give simon an upside down peace sign (meaning ride safe/keep both wheelson the fround hehe) when his s/o with him. and she just waves her hand to others <3 they're the cutest couple 🥹

i definitely need a biker boyfriend in my life, yeah... that was all and now im going!! have a great day/night bestie <33 ☀️🌙

IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING TO THIS RN BUT AHHHH OH MY GOD THAT IS SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CHOKE!! thank u sm for sharing this omg ^3^

this ones short n told from outsider’s pov teehee <33

biker!simon mlist / star divider by @/plutism

ajax’s head turns when he hears the short honk from logan, the other whirling past the speeding sedan to trail beside ajax’s bike. he watches as logan brings his hand up, two fingers jutted out, and makes a pointing motion somewhere in front.

ajax follows logan’s signal, sitting up on his bike to see past the hoods of the cars, before catching sight of the infamous ‘ghost rider’ – a funny name given that the bike doesn’t remotely look like the harley that was used in the film, but one that stuck anyways. it was dubbed by a fan after seeing ghost in his first ever rally and ghost, with his sleek black skull mask and extra flare, took upon the name with pride.

but that’s not what logan was pointing at, ajax’s sure, because perched behind ghost’s bulk is a smaller figure, one whom ajax remembers hearing about – ghost’s darling girl. the man’s other half even when they’re polars of each other; sun and moon, or however else the two are described.

ajax isn’t really sure who started the rumour that the two are opposites because last time they all met, simon and his girl were equally… grossly in love.

finishing each other’s sentences, actions matching up even when they’re not looking at each other, defending each other’s honours type of grossly in love.

simon pulling his girl’s chair towards him because – and ajax thanks the otherman’s tact – it would have been too much if he just plucked her from her seat and plopped her on his lap type of grossly in love.

but ajax understands why – you’re simply such a beautiful person.

ajax’s not a shy guy – he’s sure shyness naturally gets replaced the moment one begins trusting themselves with their lives as they take on a bike – but there he had been, stuttering when talking to you. you had asked him how he knew of ghost and ajax swears it was like he almost forgot anything about himself. even how to ride a bike.

but you were so genuine with your interest in getting to know him that he felt so relaxed being around you; stutters getting replaced by the sureness in his voice, previous embarrassment getting trampled and replaced with comfort. ajax left that night feeling like he’s just been adopted as your older brother, lack of blood relations be damned.

logan’s light honking snaps ajax from his thoughts again and he turns to his friend, sending him a nod, before the two are revving their bikes to catch up to ghost rider.

when the two are close, logan splits from ajax until they’re flanking ghost on either side. it’s ajax who presses his horn button to catch ghost’s attention.

it’s laughably endearing how both you and ghost whirl your heads to turn to ajax, and while ajax can’t see ghost’s expression he’s blessed to see the way your glare melts away the moment you make eye contact with him.

one of your arm untangles from ghost’s waist to offer ajax an excitable wave. ajax raises his hand and points two fingers to the ground – ride safe! – hoping that you understand what it means, let alone know that it means anything.

ajax’s eyes flit towards ghost’s head and even though the other man is all visored up, ajax sees him nod back before returning the gesture.

logan honks on the other side of the pair and ajax watches as the interaction was mimicked. you give logan a happy wave as well and logan, the bastard, replies with a flying kiss.

ajax laughs when ghost flips logan off.

OH HOW ADORABLE THIS CONCEPT IS IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING AND KICKING MY FEET!! hope u liked this <33

adding more characters in this fun lore teehee >:)

[aliidarling]

hii! I really like your writing about ghostface!!! That’s why i wanted to request kind of enemies to lovers Danny Johnson x fem!reader who fights back. Something like - Danny is going to hook the reader, but she starts throwing hands which is so amusing for him. Nsfw would be nice too<3

aaaaah thank you!! sorry this took so long LMAO

heavy metal lover

DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!

summary: danny chases us down and is about to hook us when we start to throw hands :P

warnings; p in v, dub con, degradation, mean danny, annoying reader, humiliation, wounds, bleeding, blood, normal dbd stuff

danny didn’t like spawning on the brighter, more cheery maps. they were harder to hide in, harder to stalk his victims and chase them down. the sun would always reveal him to the eyes of the survivors, causing his downfall in the end.

which is why he was very pleased when he opens his eyes, the fog disappearing before him to slowly reveal haddonfield. he loved this place, this dark little neighborhood where one of his idols slaughtered their first victims decades ago.

he’s a fan of micheal myers. okay— not just a fan, more like a enthusiast. the first thing he did when he was taken by the fog was ask the tall brooding man for his autograph! could you blame him? it was like he became a giddy teenage girl whenever he was near one of his heroes.

an explosion at the other side of the map has him humming, smiling as he immediately breaks out into stealth and starts to creep towards his new victims. he can’t help but think how stupid they are, exploding a generator not even five minutes into the match. did he pair with that stupid steve again? ugh, he hates that cocky little guy.

on the way to the generator in sight, he suddenly feels himself get palled stunned out of nowhere. he yelps and stumbles back, rubbing his face. he looks up to see you grinning at him. you had literally appeared out of nowhere, and was already throwing pallets? the hell?

“you’re gonna regret that.” he huffs, quickly smashing the pallet. you’re quick to throw your tongue out at him, smiling before sprinting down to one of the houses. he follows reluctantly, pissed off.

“too slow, slow poke!” you yell at him, vaulting over a window into the myers house. he follows into the house, swiftly moving into the house after you. he looks around, confused on how you suddenly disappeared. he walks towards the door to the kitchen only to suddenly get his head slammed by a locker, stunning him. he sees your tiny form exit the locker quickly and run off through his blurry vision. stupid head on.

“stupid bitch will regret that,” he mumbles to himself, not wanting to admit he’s starting to feel a little self conscious. a teeny girl is belittling him and it’s working. how embarrassing could this get for him?

the next twenty minutes is you looping him for five generators. yeah, that’s right, five. danny isn’t very pleased, he’s practically livid, fuming with anger as he attempts to slash at you and you 360 him for the twentieth time. he’s gonna take his time gutting you, you can bet on that.

“just SHUT UP!” he snaps as you yell out another insult that has him wanting to cry. he’s never felt so humiliated. how tall were you even? you couldn’t be taller then 5’5– and he was 6’2. a small midget was looping him.

“you’re gonna fuckin’ die.” he glares at you. you hear the last generator go off in the distance, making your smile widen.

“yeah? doesn’t seem like it.” you stick your tongue out at him before vaulting through a window that has you gaining a good distance on him. he almost trips over his feet as he breaks out into a sprint after you.

yeah, maybe he’s tunneling you at this point, but he really just wants to down you so he can camp your ass. you’re not getting out of this trial after the humiliating experience you put him through.

as you’re running from him, you can see the exit gates slowly start to appear in the distance. a smile grows on your face as you feel your feet start to grow lighter— the adrenaline working well to give you a boost.

but you suddenly feel his knife slash at you form behind, making you scream in pain as you topple over and land on your belly, clutching yourself in pain. there was blood on your shirt now, staining the pretty fabric scarlet red.

“god damn— dick— bringing noed- you’re such a try hard!” you yell at him, making him cackle from behind you. he doesn’t waste time to run over to the exit gate, scaring the other survivors out and forcing them to run into the fog, leaving you all alone bleeding out.

he’s tauntingly slow as he walks back to you, making you stiffen in discomfort. you had managed to crawl a little closer to the exit gate while he was busy, but he got back before you could even enter the area.

“scared?” he asks mockingly, kneeling down infront of you. he grasps into your hair, pulling it and raising your face towards him. he clicks at his tongue in amusement.

“no fuckin’ way-“ you choke out, scowling at him with a pissed off expression. but then again, you can’t help but smirk a little, batting your lashes as you wanted to get some last words in. “at least i stalled your ass for five gens. imagine being that bad at your own job.”

he stares at you for a good five seconds before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, walking straight to a hook. you start thrashing and yelling at him, hands flying. he’s very easy to piss off, mostly because he’s always angry and was born a psychopath, but you do such a good job at it that it surprises him.

“let me GOOOO!” you screech. you’re like a worm, squirming around and throwing fists. he’s tempted to disobey the entity and kill you with his bare hands, but he doesn’t want to anger that spider in the sky. that spider in the sky is what feeds him after all.

he’s fighting you now, literally. your punches are actually landing and he’s hissing in pain, rubbing his arm where you punched, glaring daggers at you. you fall off his shoulder and land on the ground, making you groan momentarily before quickly getting up.

“you’ve gotta be’ joking—“ he groans to himself as he watches you scurry off in the direction of the closest exit gate. it’s like a game of cat and mouse, danny quickly getting back up to chase you down like some pyscho. (he doesn’t like to admit he’s a little crazy in the head.)

it takes another few minutes for him to have you down again, seconds before you managed to leave the exit gate. his heart was pounding but once he slashed you and you fell to the ground, he was quick to slam his foot on your back and hold you in place. you were panting and wheezing underneath his bloody boot, a sharp groan leaving you as our cheek hits the dirty grass.

“ow, that hurts.” you whine, squirming around. now that you’ve accepted the fact you’re prone to die, you instead set your heart on annoying the fuck out of him until you draw your last breath.

“yeah. too,” he punctuates each word with a jab to your back, “fuckin. bad.” he’s had enough of you for a while. if he gets paired up with you within the next week again he might just go crazy. clinically insane isn’t much of a stretch either.

“just kill me already, don’t drag this on.” you huff, glaring at him as you peer over your shoulder. he smirks at you, a thought flashing in his head. he grabs you by under your armpits, picking you up flawlessly. you yelp and squirm at the action, not liking being so close to the slasher.

“get off me—“

“shhhh, lemme have my fun before i sacrifice you.”

now, when he said fun, you were expecting to be thrown around and stabbed for a good hour. maybe two, you had pissed him off a lot. but you weren’t expecting to be bent over the nearest vault and have him shove your pants down, roughly fiddling with your panties before delivering a harsh slap to your pussy.

you gasp immediately as the impact has you clenching down, jolting and squirming. you try to get free but he delivers a sharp smack to your thigh and you can hear the sound of his robe rustling.

“you’re gonna regret this, you know.” you mumble weakly, already feeling so humiliated that you’d even let yourself get into this position. maybe you wouldn’t mind as much if it was wesker or myers, they were hot, but this guy wears a mask! and his personality is ten times more terrifying then any other killer, with his dumb ass jokes and cocky attitude.

“mmm, you’re gonna regret this, you know.” he mocks as he pumps his cock a few times in his hand, hissing lowly at the friction. his mocking tone makes you shudder and look down in a defeated manner, coming to terms with the fact he won and was now about to fuck you as revenge. this day couldn’t be any worse.

“i hope your cock falls off mid thrust—“ you mumble before getting interrupted by the feeling of him sliding his head inside you. it was so thick for what? he did not need a cock that thick, jesus. your lips pressed together in hopes of concealing the loud moan you wanted to let free, hands gripping the vault edge tightly as he slid himself deeper into your hole. it didn’t feel good, no, not at all, not even a little. maybe a little.

he snickers and wraps one arm around your neck, squeezing it for funsies as he feels himself twitch inside you. his other hand secures itself around your waist. he gives a little shallow thrust as a test, wanting to see how wet you were.

“fuckin’ christ, girl. you’re so wet, what happened to all that i hate you bull shit? hmm?” he laughs meanly at you as he presses deeper, his hip bone flush against your round butt. your soapy walls clench around him so tightly that he’s already seeing stars, the wet feeling giving him enough friction to want to cum already.

“i-i do hate you..” you whimper softly. you’re almost ashamed of how pathetic you sound already as he pulls out, only for him to snap his hips back against yours harshly. you gasp at the feeling of his cock hitting that deep part inside you.

“this pussy doesn’t.” he laughs even more.

you attempt to glare and swat at him but he suddenly starts ramming his cock into you, making you shriek and grab at the vault. he’s brutal, mean, and fast, not caring about your comfort at all. why would he, he hates you.

“someone’s quiet all of a sudden.” he groans between thrusts, battering your insides just the way he likes, not giving you much time to breath as he slams himself deeper with each thrust. the slapping sounds of your flesh meeting has you mewling in embarrassment, eyes rolled back and mouth agape. he doesn’t let down on his pace, instead squeezing your neck tightly which ends with you clenching down on him.

he hisses and pulls your hair harshly, making you shriek. he’s fucking into you with all his force, focusing on cumming and pushing his cock as deep as it can go. your squeaky noises remind him of a dog toy. he snickers and squeezes your neck tight, restricting your air flow without much care in doing it safely. the sight of you passing out on his cock wouldn’t even be half bad.

a sharp smack stings your butt cheek as he continues thrusting, watching how the blood from your fellow survivors makes a subtle hand print on your flesh. he hums in approval.

“ohhh, you’re getting tight now, baby. are you really gonna cum all over me?” he scoffs and presses your hips further against him, pulling in and out in a brutal pace, listening to your soft cries and squeaky moans. “i thought you were strong? talking so much shit, saying how i’m a try hard.. hmmm, if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re the sore loser, baby.”

his mean words have you clenching down and blushing, looking down in humiliation. why did he have to be so mean with his words? right when you were about to cum too? and why did it make you wetter? wow, you really are messed up.

“s-shut u-up, mfffhh…” you gasp into the air as your orgasm washes over you, coating his cock in your pretty white juice. the sound of him thrusting turns more wet and shlick, making you redden in embarrassment. he groans lowly as you explode around him. he mutters a phrase about you being a dumb bitch that’s ungrateful before he bucks his hips forward and feels himself cum hard inside you. he hasn’t gotten laid in a while, so he has a lot packing.

“fuuucckkkkkk..” he hisses, his grip on you tight and bruising. there’s a moment of silence where he stands behind you with his cock fully sheathed still, panting and regaining his breath.

the next thing he does isn’t unexpected but still definitely not welcome. he slams his knife into your back, making you scream loudly in pain as tears well up in your eyes. one hand presses it deeper, the feeling of your flesh being ripped making you sob, while his other hand grabs his camera.

he positions his camera infront of your face and presses his finger on the trigger, snapping a cute little selfie with your naked body infront of him, the sight of his cock inside you from behind and the bloody knife in your back all getting captured.

“oh yeah, i’m definitely jerking off to this later.” he snorts.

[puffyducks]

Puffy's Really Comprehensive and Cool Review of PK Out of the Shadows for the PS2 (not emulated guys I didn't emulate it I bought a really legal copy for my PlayStation 2 console that I own)

Ok guys I just did a really epic playthrough of the Paperinik video game (that was streamed on Discord thank you to everyone who watched me scream and struggle for like 6 hours) and I'm here to give a review for the other PK fans or perhaps even people who really like playing old niche PS2 games for some reason (get a better hobby)

First of all this game gets a 10/10 rating from me because this game has Paperinik in it and there are no other games with Paperinik in them.

Paperinik's English name is "the Duck Avenger" but I guess there was too much PK logo branding in this game for them to bother to change it so they kept his name as just PK and tried to explain it by saying it stood for "really cool duck" or something in Latin. Which I'm pretty sure was just a fucking lie.

I'm really happy that Uno was there, I love him and he's my best friend even tho he was FUCKING USELESS like this whole game. Sorry he just kinda grabs Donald, turns him into a superhero, then throws him into an Evronian base with 0 explanation and is like "go kill" and like who am I to say no to the giant floating orb?? Like he gave me a gun which is really nice but I'm out here getting fucking jumped by the Evronian empire and Uno isn't even there to cheer me on or NOTHING. He only occasionally shows up to explain when you get a weapon upgrade like FUCKING DO SOMETHING UNO THEY'RE BEATING MY ASSSSS

The little collectibles are just tiny floating Uno heads so that also gets a 10/10 from me I really enjoyed running around and collecting my army of Uno PNGs. The SECOND collectible however- Ok so there are like these scientists that are tied up by the Evronians and you're supposed to save them right? Well for whatever reason (they don't really explain why this is happening) every time you get close to a scientist it starts a big menacing countdown in the corner and you're supposed to save them before the timer goes down or else THEY JUST FUCKING DIE?? I THINK?? LIKE I SAID THEY DON'T EXPLAIN IT SO I CAN'T REALLY TELL WHAT'S HAPPENING, BUT IF THE TIMER GOES DOWN AND YOU REACH THEM TOO LATE THERE'S JUST LIKE A PILE LEFT BEHIND FROM WHERE THEY USED TO BE, I THINK THEY GET FUCKING VAPORIZED OR SOMETHING? AND LIKE I WAS REALLY BAD AT SAVING THEM BECAUSE I GET REALLY STRESSED WHEN THE TIMER STARTS. I HAVE SO MUCH BLOOD ON MY HANDS. anyways.

I like totally didn't get stuck on the same section for 10 minutes because I kept comedically sliding PK directly into a big pool of evil pink goo. Like evil Evron goo I guess, don't remember THAT from the comics. If you so much as touch it with your little pinkie toe he dies instantly, it's very troubling. Like I said um that didn't happen to me though because I'm really good at video games. Idk if you knew I'm level 102 on Wizard101 which is like pretty high. Like it's not max level I'm pretty sure max level is like 180 right now but it's still cool I'm still cool and also really good at video games.

Oh yeah also something that was really amusing to me is the way that PK is just fucking Stanced Up the entire game. Like he's always kinda menacingly crouching and shuffling around everywhere he goes like a little superhero cockroach. Love him.

Can't believe I haven't mentioned this sooner but for the English dub of this game (which is what I was using because I am, in fact, an English speaker) they made the huge brained decision to get Rob Paulsen to do Donald's "superhero" voice. Rob Paulsen of course from Yakko Warner fame... and Steelbeak 1991. Donald sounds goofy as shit the whole game it lowkey kills me. I guess they assumed people wouldn't wanna sit through his regular scratchy voice for however many hours of gameplay but trust me, I would WAY prefer regular Donald over the weird 90s protagonist Crash Bandicoot wannabe thing he has going on. Uno sounds great tho, zero complaints.

At one point PK walks out of the level and he's like "haha who knew this superhero stuff would be so easy!" and I took that as a deep and personal insult. That was not easy Donald I was fighting for my fucking life in there. You have like 13 bullet wounds and I dropped you into Evron goop like 6 different times. Stop making me look bad.

I got stuck standing around like a fucking idiot for 10 minutes because I got an upgrade for the X-transformer and Uno was like "you see that hole? Go over and press □ to send the X-transformer through it!" and I was like oh ok. Except there was no hole I couldn't find the hole. I was only able to progress past this part because I pulled up a youtube video of someone else playing the game, and the guy in the video ALSO proceeded to get stuck in the same spot before realizing you have to backtrack to find the hole like 15 feet away from where Uno gave you the instructions. I can't tell if it's bad game design or if I'm just stupid.

I'm ngl I got to the end and heard Zondag start talking and he lowkey sounds hot as fuck. I mean WOAH that's crazy who said that??? (he's also British for some reason)

Wrapping up my final thoughts with some simple questions:

Does this game have Paperinik in it?

Yes.

Is it a good game?

No.

What's the best part about the game?

Uno is in it.

What's the worst part about the game?

Everything else.

Would you have been able to beat this as a child?

Absolutely not.

Why did they think it would be a good idea to get Rob Paulsen to do the voice of PK for the majority of the game?

Hell if I know???

Would you recommend this game to other people?

Probably not.

It took me a total of 6-ish hours to beat the game (it can be beaten in like 2 hours I'm just slow) but in that amount of time you could read PKNA chapter #34 "Nothing Personal" like 6 times which I think would be a way better experience.

Anyways like I said 10/10, would maybe think about playing again. On like a really depressing rainy day where I have literally nothing else to do.

[shitsndgiggs]

Hey, can you write where the reader is dating Kenan but she doesn’t want to have kids 

TOO YOUNG - KENAN YILDIZ

Being a mother is not for Y/N

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The roar of the crowd filled the air as the final whistle blew, signaling the end of another victorious match for Juventus. I was in the stands, as always, cheering for my boyfriend, Kenan, and the rest of the team.

Being part of the Juventus family as a player for the women’s team, I had a unique perspective, knowing exactly what it felt like to be on the field, feeling the rush of adrenaline as the fans chanted our names.

Kenan’s eyes found mine in the crowd, and he gave me a triumphant smile as he raised his hands in victory.

My heart swelled with pride. Even though we were both 19, still early in our careers, our relationship had quickly become the talk of the football world.

Fans adored us together—two young, talented athletes in love, both representing the same iconic club.

The media dubbed us the "Juventus Power Couple," and the attention was both exciting and overwhelming at times.

After the match, I made my way down to the players’ exit to meet Kenan. The stadium was packed with fans, all eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite players.

Kenan emerged from the tunnel, still in his kit, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever. His dark hair was tousled from the game, and his face was flushed with the excitement of the win.

As soon as he spotted me, his smile widened, and he jogged over to where I was waiting.

Without a word, he pulled me into a warm embrace, his familiar scent of sweat and cologne filling my senses.

“You were amazing out there,” I whispered against his chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat.

“You think so?” he teased, pulling back slightly to look at me. “Maybe I was just trying to impress my biggest fan.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Always the charmer.”

Hand in hand, we began walking towards the car, but it wasn’t long before we were swarmed by fans. They were holding out jerseys, scarves, and phones, all hoping for an autograph or a photo.

Kenan, ever the gracious star, smiled and took the time to greet everyone, signing whatever was thrust his way and posing for pictures.

I did the same, accustomed to the attention, though it still felt surreal sometimes.

The fans were always kind and supportive, and many of them were vocal about how much they loved seeing us together.

But as we stood there, surrounded by a sea of smiling faces, the questions started to change.

“When are you guys going to have kids?” one fan asked, their voice cutting through the chatter.

“Yeah, we can’t wait to see little football stars from the two of you!” another added.

The question hung in the air, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t expected this, and the sudden shift in conversation made me uncomfortable. I’d never been one to picture myself as a mother.

It just wasn’t something I saw in my future, and Kenan knew that. We’d talked about it before—how I wasn’t interested in having children, at least not now, and maybe not ever.

Kenan must have sensed my discomfort because he quickly stepped in. “Hey, guys, we really appreciate your support,” he began, his voice calm but firm. “But could you please respect our privacy on this? We’re just focused on our careers right now.”

There was a moment of silence as the fans processed his words, and then they nodded in understanding. “Of course, sorry about that,” one of them said, giving us an apologetic smile.

Kenan gave them a reassuring grin, and with his arm around my shoulders, he gently guided me towards the car.

As we walked away from the crowd, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions—gratitude for Kenan’s quick intervention and a lingering unease about the whole situation.

Once we were in the car and the doors were shut, the noise from outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in the quiet.

Kenan started the engine, but he didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he turned to look at me, his expression soft and concerned.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, reaching out to take my hand.

I nodded, though I couldn’t hide the worry in my eyes. “Yeah, it’s just… I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I know,” he said gently. “I’m sorry they put you on the spot like that.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said quickly. “I just… I don’t know what to say in situations like that. I don’t want to disappoint anyone, but at the same time, I don’t want to lie about what I want.”

Kenan squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You don’t have to say anything you’re not comfortable with. And you definitely don’t have to feel pressured to be or do anything you don’t want to. It’s your body, your life, and your choice.”

His words were exactly what I needed to hear, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. “Thank you,” I said softly, looking into his eyes. “I just worry that people won’t understand, you know? Especially because we’re so young. Everyone assumes we’ll just follow the typical path.”

“Let them assume whatever they want,” Kenan said with a shrug. “What matters is what we want, what you want. And if you don’t want kids, that’s perfectly fine. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us to figure things out. And no matter what, I’m with you all the way.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his unwavering support. “You’re really okay with it? I mean, what if you change your mind later?”

Kenan shook his head, his expression serious. “I’m not going to change my mind about you. I love you, and I respect your decisions. If you don’t want kids, then we won’t have them. Simple as that. And if I ever feel differently, we’ll talk about it. But right now, I’m happy with just us.”

His words were a balm to my soul, soothing all the worries and doubts that had been swirling in my mind. “I love you too,” I whispered, leaning over to kiss him.

The drive home was filled with light conversation, the tension from earlier completely dissipated.

By the time we pulled into the driveway, I felt a sense of peace, knowing that whatever challenges we might face, we would face them together.

As we walked into the house, Kenan wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. “Now, let’s forget about all that and focus on us, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed, feeling a smile tug at my lips.

[marshallpupfan]

Hopefully this isn't too weird or invasive a question, but I'm curious what draws you to Paw Patrol as an older fan, and also what your experience has been like in the fandom and as a collector? (I'm assuming you're an older fan and probably close to my age from the non-Paw Patrol media you share haha).

I am indeed one of its older fans, and I can think up a few reasons that keeps drawing me to it.

One I can say right away is the fact I have a big love for canines, thus I tend to gravitate towards anything with dogs (and wolves, depending on if they're heroes or villains). They make up plenty of my favorites characters, as some of you seen in one of my previous Asks, and I generally tend to enjoy things more when they're involved (a friend recently recommended an older game to me, which I enjoyed all the more because you got to travel around with your trusty dog).

Funnily enough, not too long ago, I took an interest in the Asterix and Obelix franchise because of its dog character, Dogmatix... and I was quite thrilled when I heard he was getting his own spinoff cartoon! Of course, it was only available in French at the time, but much to my luck, the first half of season one got dubbed in English and [officially] posted on Youtube, free to watch! I gave it a go, and I thought it was pretty good! If anyone's curious, click this link to check it out. And yes, this might've been a thinly-veiled attempt to talk about this cartoon somewhere, since there aren't many English-speaking fans. lol

Arquebus/Musketix is the best character.

But yeah, the pups are one of my biggest draws to PAW Patrol, and unlike some fans, I rather like it when other pups get added to the cast. Boomer and Claw both certainly helped renew some of my interest in the franchise, particularly during a time in which I felt things were going downhill. Hey, I just love dogs!

Obviously, Marshall's easily my biggest draw to PAW Patrol. I'll admit, I tend to take a far bigger interest in an episode when he actually gets some good attention... and it's why my interests start to wane when he doesn't. The dude's legit my #1 favorite animated character, so I suppose it's no surprise to hear I often tune in specifically for him. That's not to say I don't get enjoyment from the other pups, but I'm just so crazy about that spotted pup!

Another aspect that draws me to PAW Patrol is just how fun it tends to be (or used to be, but the modern seasons still have their moments). I don't want to go too deep into this because I don't want things to get too serious, but let's just say... life can be quite rough anymore, and it never seems to get much better. I often look for something that can help me escape that for a while, even if it's just for a half hour at a time. I found that PAW Patrol does that for me. It's cute, colorful, fun, doesn't try to be complex, and by the end, everything turns out okay. And if I need cheering up after a bad day, a certainly clumsy, spotted pup often always puts a smile on my face. Some days, I need that.

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As for my experiences with the fandom, I'd say it's been largely positive. I do tend to meet a lot of friendly people, many of which tend to be supportive and/or cheerful when I need it, and I generally enjoy interacting with most of them right back! I certainly don't regret being a part of it for the last five years or so.

With that said, I've had encounters that certainly weren't pleasant. I think everyone knows about my copycat by this point, so no need to retread that old ground. There's one infamous user out there who just seems to hate everything (unless it involves Everest), and he often turns hostile if you don't agree with his opinions. The same dude even tried arguing and verbally attacking those who work on PAW Patrol... including their families, too! Crazy guy. I've also encountered some fans who seem to make stuff up, believe their headcanon to be fact, and then become angry when people don't agree with them. I once had someone tell me Ryder is "gaslighting" Rubble, and... I don't even want to know what that means or why they believe that.

And in-regards to being a collector, the reception I often encounter has been quite positive, too. Most fans really seem to enjoy seeing my collection, even if it's just out of curiosity to see just how much merchandise they made of one single pup. I still get compliments on it all the time, from both fans and non-fans of Marshall, and I've even seen other folks who just think it's legit cool.

Surprisingly, I've only had one negative encounter so far, and it was, believe it or not, from someone who used to be a fan of PAW Patrol. She became one of those folks who encountered bad users, got tired of them, and then decided every fan must be awful... and of course, she tore into me because I "talk too much" about Marshall and deemed me a "freak" for collecting so much merchandise. Most of what she said was largely laced with swears and insults, and I'm sure she believes she put me in my place or something... though in truth, I was laughing at most of her replies. Why she felt the need to throw such a temper tantrum on me, I'll never know, but she didn't succeed in even the slightest to discourage me or anything. lol

[transboysokka]

Chris watches Howl’s Moving Castle for the first time

* Another one I’ve heard mentioned a lot and know nothing about

* HOLY SHIT GIANT MOVING CASTLE?? idk what I was expecting

* Oh, so Howl’s a bad guy?? omg is he a werewolf I s2g if he’s a werewolf named howl…

* Claiming Sophie on behalf of the Trans Community

* Oh no is that him why is he dressed like some anime guy, he reminds me of the beast in beauty and the beast after he turns human. Is this a beauty and the beast adaptation??

* Don’t let him seduce u Sophie be strong!!!

* I do love the wild fantasy elements of all of these movies, and this one feels like it’s gonna do some worldbuilding. Into it.

* What is with these movies and creepy old ladies?

* NO THATS SOPHIE WTF

* I do think maybe I have a weird phobia of old people? Wild way to find out

* Jesus Christ I just know that scarecrow is alive

* Oh maybe not

* JESUS

* Aw he’s so sweet

* This studio loves to animate flying things and old ladies. But hey, this is the first one I’ve seen that doesn’t start with someone moving somewhere new, so we’ve got that going for us

* Lmao the scarecrow did bring her a house

* This castle freaks me tf out and I haven’t even seen inside. Real Baba Yaga energy

* Bye Turnip, what a cutie

* Okay so the fire is a cute lil guy

* Magic door? Into it. So where is she really and why is it so Cottagecore

* “Calcifer said I could come in” “I did not!”

* That bacon looks so good and I don’t even eat bacon

* I love the idea of something being built into a spell to keep you from telling anyone about it

* I love calcifer and I love Sophie’s dynamic with him

* Turnip is back, yay!!

* I bet he’s under a curse too

* I wonder if he’s the missing prince!!

* I could probably paint that lake

* DONT LIKE THE WEIRD FLYING HOWL BIRD WTF

* I’m really intrigued by him as a character though

* omg that’s Christian bales voice as howl lmao no wonder these dubs are so uncharacteristically good

* omg I’m looking at the English cast kw this SLAPS

* goddamn am I having gay thoughts about a weird anime guy noooo

* I’m crying why does howl have to be such an ugly dog

* how does the Lauren Bacall witch fit in that little carriage thing if she’s so huge, I swear this is one of the funniest movies I’ve seen in a long timd

* ok but I still don’t really get why Sophie had the spell cast on her in the first place, she wasn’t bothering nobody before

* I’ve gotten some antisemitic vibes from characters in other ghibli movies so far and I’m not a huge fan of the fatphobia with the villain, I just gotta say

* Lmao the dog isn’t even howl?

* wait why tf does the castle have a mouth

* why is the bad witch tagging along dump her ass

* So Sophie is young when she sleeps? I don’t get that

* Ok…. So she’s just…. Young again?

* Creepy?? Toy cave??

* Wtf why are these movies so confusing

* I might be imagining it but Sophie does seem to be gradually getting younger

* I love how gung-ho Howl is about his family and his house. Love that in a man.

* Found family themes just Get Me, u know?

* On one hand I don’t Get What’s Happening with the war, but also… I Get this movie

* Also still don’t get the aging and de-aging and I’m not sure if it’s only supposed to be metaphorical or what

* So… why did he eat her hair??

* I gotta say that I love that the only sound the ugly dog makes is us a dry cough

* Maybe the dog is called heen bc he has chicken feet and heen is like hen

* DONT EAT THAT GLOWING ORB HOWL

* yeah I have no idea what the fuck is going on right now

* Wtf howl is just… right there?

* Why was his heart even gone in the first place? Seems like he had it the whole time anyway. Did he know calcifer had it? Like I really don’t get any of that

* TURNIP IS THE PRINCE I CALLED IT

* Lol why is Sophie his true love

* And now they’re just gonna end the war???

Okay that was definitely more fun than any of the other ones I’ve seen so far. CONFUSING AS FUCK like I don’t get it at all but it was really fun. Really funny, with GREAT characters, and I was loved Billy Crystal Fire Guy, so glad I happened to watch the dub.

Also I can’t explain it, but this one is just For The Gays

I’ll watch Princess Mononoke next

[galactic-johnny]

It's ya boi here, I watched the new Gundam Requiem for Vengeance. I wanted to hate it but it was actually kind of good (with some gripes). I would rather die than make a reddit post/comment about my opinion on media so I'm posting it here. I will be talking about spoilers and a non exhaustive list of thoughts.

I'll start with the bad.

So there's the character (not mecha) animation that many people poiinted out looks bad from all the traielrs. It's still not that good but I got used to it. If you look closely you can notice some animation errors that people have been posting screenshots of, but personally I didn't notice them mid watch so I wasn't bothered. The thing that did bother me was some of the sound design/mixing, like a Gouf is shooting the weakest sounding gatling gun ever. The voice acting is okay but there are parts in every episode where I was like "wow that was kind of a bad delivery". From my understanding the original script/voice recording is in english, and then theres a japanese dub translated back to japanese which I'm told from a japanese speaker also sounds weird.

The main thing I've seen people on reddit complain about, and the thing i have the most thoughts on, is it coming off as too much of a pro zeon stance and making gundam fans pro-titans. I'm mixed on this. So the director is a french guy who was wearing a zeon t-shirt in a promo video and said something like "we're excited to show you a story from the Zeon side of the war" which gave me bad vibes but I wanted to wait and see. The first episode has a part where it's trying to evoke the nazi parallels while a guy is giving a speech, but it doesn't have much more of that after the first episode.

Many redditors have pointed to the "the zaku has saved a lot of lives" line. My issue is: What happened a few hours earlier in context? Why do you think he would have positive feelings toward a Zaku? Discuss with your partner what we can infer about this character's background. My issues with people pointing to scenes like that and zeon soldiers talking about their war for independence is that do you think it makes sense for them to be like "btw our side is pretty fucked up, our guys have committed a bunch of atrocities" "oh yeah Loum, where we completely destroyed Side 5 and killed like 2 billion civilians". Basically I think it makes sense in context for Zeon characters to talk about the war like it's patriotic war for independence.

The problem is that the show doesn't really explain the context of the war that well, and it would probably help some people to mention it. Like mention that thing at Loum, explain the start of the war and the 3 second warning and how they've destroyed a bunch of civilian colonies, or that half the human population has died in this war, why the zeon soldiers hate the federation and the conditions that led to them starting the war, and most importantly at least mention the colony drop. I kind of wonder if they wanted to show the colony drop but they wanted to animate it and at some point in production an exec said "yeah no that's too time consuming and expensive, just skip that", but they really should mention that, its like the opening shot of the original Gundam 79.

The show is trying to be a One Year War side story from the perspective of Zeon soldiers, while also wanting to be an introduction for people have not watched Gundam that should be able to explain the context of the war and not glorify zeon too much while still making people care about the characters, doing so in a span of six 20 minute episodes. It's a difficult task and the creators did not seem up to it. I've watched most gundam TV shows, including all Gundam UC timeline stuff and read some of the manga, so I'm decently informed on Gundam, but if I were to show this to a friend that has never seen Gundam and want this to be their introduction I would probably let them know a few important things (like the colony drop). To be fair it has some things that are probably good for introducing someone to the setting, but yeah its leaving out some important stuff.

That's my take that no one asked for on that particular criticism.

There's also some obligatory newtype mentioned stuff because they want to introduce it to new people, but it doesn't play that much into the story and I'm just glad they didn't make newtypes that are basically jedi (cough cough thunderbolt).

So here's the good stuff.

The best part is easily the mecha battle animation. It's cool. I have a goblin brain which demands violence and likes giant robots fighting. The Ex Gundam is truly a menace every time it appears. The mobile suits weighty and there's a good amount of giant robot gore. The design is divisive but personally I was into it and seeing it may convince more people to be into it. The only thing I'm not into is the weird head and eyes on the model kit, but thought it looked much better in the show. There are some technical aspects of the fights that are a head scratcher but honestly I didn't care that much because goblin brain. Like the Gundam is getting circled by three Dopps, and leaps up and slices one with its beam saber, and like yeah imagine cutting down a super fast jet with your sword but also it was so cool and thats what matters. I also really liked the Zaku, Gouf, and GM. I really hope the Gouf and GM get model kits (not pbandai plz) and I would be the first to buy them. The only mobile suit design I didn't like was the Guntank but that's it. Basically the mobile suit fights are a visual treat and that's what I really wanted to see.

I don't have too much to say about most of the characters, but I thought the protagonist Iria Solarii was interesting as far as gundam protagonists go. She's a mother with a ~10 year old son, she had a husband who died a few months into the war and they were both musicians that were drafted(?) into the war but had a good thing going on before it started. The people around her have grown more bitter and vengeful the more they lose while her goal is to follow orders and survive the war so she can see her son again (I'll get back to this). 6 episodes probably isn't enough for the amount of characters they had but I liked Iria.

It accomplishes being a gritty OYW Gundam war story with cool battles and evoking emotions about the tragedy of war, which is basically the best I could have expected.

The thing I'm most mixed on is the ending/last 5 minutes. So far I've seen people saying they don't like it all. On one hand it's so anti climatic the way the random Gouf pilot, and they quickly show the Ex Gundam pilot was a teenager without much time, and Iria just changes her goal from "i want to see my son again" to "a federation child soldier died before my eyes, therefore I will keep fighting against the federation" and these things are sort of ungraceful.

But to me it also kind of works. Like the Ex Gundam pilot dies so suddenly and without fanfare, he won't be remembered or celebrated, and he's one of many teenage pilots in the federation, almost as though for every amuro and other gundam protagonists, there's another of this kid who's skills and accomplishments didn't matter and died as a cog in the machine. The Gouf pilot can't even comprehend that Solari was upset, all he say was the drone that killed the person he cares about. Solari saw the federation send a child to the front lines to help them shoot down the fleeing Zeons, she sees them as the monsters her friends saw and now feels more righteous killing them than she did before, because there is nothing that below them. The Ex Gundam pilot was just a kid, he felt he was righteous in slaughtering all the Zeons because they started this war and have killed many more of his own side. But his mercy is not rewarded because for everyone else the war has dehumanized and driven a wedge between these people. After the war ends the problems that caused it still aren't addressed which is why for decades it keeps repeating. It made Solari more vengeful than she was at the start so she believes she's righteous in staying with zeon remnants after the war ended.

So I think that a tragic, ungraceful, anticlimactic ending kind of worked with what it's going for. Like yeah it's a pretty bleak note and I think Gundam is better when it's both bleak and hopeful, but overall I'm more for the ending than against it.

[gvftea]

"can i ask a genuine question dont attack me like u guys usually do on here. i am 17 but will be 18 in like 3 weeks and always have wondered why u guys are like 18+ or you'll be blocked! like yeah give an 18+ warning but thats up to the persons choice if they still wanna just read some smut lmao. Anyways ive always felt like its pretty dumb to see people under 18 as immature children who cant read a little fan fic about smut as if they havent been doing it on wattpad since they were 12 anyways"

I haven't written fanfic in years, but I used to both read and write a lot and I started when I was like 13, so my input comes from my own personal experience. When people say they don't want to interact with minors, don't think it comes from a condescending "eww this child is too dumb" place. In reality, interacting with minors on the internet is just not safe for either party and has the potential to go incredibly wrong. First of all, you're potentially exposing yourself to content you might not be ready to process- You probably think you're ready but depictions of gore, violence, BDSM, dub-con, etc. are not something all people can handle, including adults, but people with not yet fully developed brains (25 and under) are more impressionable and susceptible, and that's just a scientific fact. If despite knowing that you still wanna read it that's cool and no one is stopping you but then it becomes a whole other issue in and of itself if you get caught reading it and by chance the author somehow gets tangled in your mess. Most parents aren't very tech-savvy. We don't want an overbearing parent trying to contact us asking why a predat0ry adult is trying to p3rvert their kid, or why we're sending p0rn to their ch!ld, or putting our accounts on blast on facebook because their thirteen year old got caught commenting "omg the shower sex scene was so hot when does chapter 3 come out?" under a homoerotic smut oneshot or something.

So long story short... You wanna read smut and maybe reblog it or whatever? That's cool I guess, it's your life, reading erotica as a teen is a rite of passage, no one is gonna stop you just like no one stopped me. But never, under any circumstance, think you can, like, shoot me a PM or try to be my mutual or my online friend and don't think you can comment under my stuff and get a super friendly, lengthy response. In my personal experience, I never blocked minors that read my stuff, left a like and went on about their day, I only blocked them when I realized they were getting too comfortable wanting to talk to me. If you're under 18 and I'm verging 30, we have nothing in common besides our shared interest in whatever fandom we're both part of.

[chipsncookies]

ngl I am kinda looking forward to the Ultraman guy thoughts compilation and a brief summary about him. You talking about Ultraman definitely sparked my curiousity. I saw Ultraman briefly mentioned in a few manga when I was young so I was aware of it before but now I'm getting curious but I'll wait a bit more. I don't even know where to start.

The results have been compiled here! Please take a look!

For you guys who want to know who this character is, he's Ultraman Blazar from the latest Ultraman series! He is a warrior of light who's taken the duty of protecting humanity from kaiju and alien attacks 💪

If you're unfamiliar with the Ultraman series, it's a science fiction tokusatsu, meaning they use live action special effects. Commenters who mentioned kamen rider and power rangers/super sentai got it close since those are also tokusatsu. Fans of one usually enjoy the others too.

Like i said, the basic premise is ultraman, an extraterrestrial being comes to earth to defend humans from kaiju or aliens. They usually disguise as humans when not fighting, or they have a human host who can call them out when the earth is in danger. When the time comes, they transform into Ultraman.

This series is very old, it started in 1960s. So it has so many entries, where fans have grouped them by the era they were released (showa ultramans, heisei, reiwa etc). Some of the entries are in similar continuity, while others not.

I grew up watching some of the series so I'm already familiar with it, but I've been out of the loop for years and just got back into it, and im already confused, so i understand how you feel when you said you don't know where to start.

However, I think if you're curious and want to start watching, it doesn't hurt to watch the original series, Ultraman. It's available on YouTube. The effects might look outdated (it was the 1960s after all) but a lot of fans think the story holds up to this day. It has 39 episodes. It's the foundation of the series, and many plot beats & kaijus/aliens that appear in it will reappear/remixed in later series, so if you watch this you'll recognise them.

If it's too long, you can watch Shin Ultraman, the movie that came out last year. It's based on the Ultraman series i mentioned above but condensed into 2 hours. I haven't watched it myself but fans seem to like it and i heard it did well in theatres. The only downside(?) is the ultraman and kaijus are cgi so you're missing the tokusatsu experience. If this is your preference that's great but this is the only entry that uses fully cgi ultraman

I mentioned these first because they're a fresh start of the ultraman experience. Other series especially recent ones tend to feature other ultras/characters as fanservice, and I don't want to overwhelm you, but if you're interested there's nothing wrong with checking them out. A lot of them are available on the official YouTube channel with subs and some with dubs unofficial means also available

I'm currently watching Ultraman Blazar, it only has 5 episodes as of now but I'm really enjoying it a lot. In my biased opinion i find the story so far enjoyable for adults and children.* Also I think the visuals are some of the best in recent entries.

*I forgot to tell, ultraman is a series directed to kids, so it can be silly goofy at times and heavy on the toy selling, but some entries can be more dark/mature than others. Shin ultraman is more mature for example.

So yeah!! Ultraman is a really old series and it has become a pop culture in Japan and many places in the world (but somehow not america?) i think if you watch this you'll start seeing its influence on other shows (yes, including pokemon!). If you're curious about other ultraman you can take a look at the list of ultraman here and see if there's any you like. This series is big so it can be overwhelming but I'm sure you will find something you like! I hope you'll enjoy it! 🫶🫶🫶💖💖

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[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 033

Goku vs. Botamo................!

........ “is very short” is the end of that sentence.

So they just start off by screwing around.  Botamo bounces around like a superball and nearly knocks Goku out of the ring.  Then, when Goku’s balanced precariously on the edge, Botamo just stands there and waits for him to get his shit together.  Goku announces that he ate too much barbecue for lunch, so he has to do some moves to aid the digestion or something.  Dodging green mouth energy from Botamo seems to help with this.

Cabba is not impressed.

Goku tries ki blasts and punches, only to find that they have no effect on Botamo.  From the stands, Jaco suggests that Botamo’s body is actually transferring the force of Goku’s attacks into some other dimension, which reminds me of how Mark Gruenwald came up with that whole bit about Cyclops’ optic blasts coming from another dimension.  You know, because a man with eye beams isn’t realistic.  Now, a man with a dimensional portal in his eye sockets, that’s something firmly grounded in real-life science. 

At this rate, Botamo can simply push Goku out of the ring.  Vegeta tells Goku to use his head, so he headbutts Botamo in the tummy.  Botamo makes fun of Goku, but it turns out this was a CLEVER PLOY.  Botamo took his eyes off Goku, and when he looks back down, Goku has slipped under his belly, where he grabs his legs for a takedown.

So yeah, if punching and fireballs don’t hurt Botamo, Goku can simply use grab attacks to win.  He drags Botamo to the edge of the ring...

... and tosses him out.  Apparently Botamo isn’t much on strength, or he would have offered some more resistance to Goku manhandling him like this.  He did try shooting mouth blasts at Goku, but those were easily dodged.  He should have grabbed one of Goku’s legs, and they could have had and an old-fashioned mat classic.

Champa cries foul, but Goku’s win was perfectly legal, and the audience starts to boo him. 

Well, the episode’s only half over, so we’ll go ahead with the next match.  I’m a little unclear on the rules, but it seems like the idea is that Goku keeps fighting U6 guys until he loses a match, and then whoever beats him keeps fighting U7 guys, and so on until one side runs out of fighters.  So next up is Goku vs. Frost.

The resemblance to Frieza is so obvious that I don’t see much point in discussing it.  Universe 6 has Saiyans and Namekians, and they used to have Earthlings until they wiped themselves out, so a Frieza-race guy shouldn’t come as much of a surprise.  What annoys me is that they introduce a character like Frost, who’s of the same species as Frieza, and they refuse to give that species a name.  Fans have dubbed these guys “Arcosians”, “Frost Demons”, “Icejins”, and so on.  In my head, I tend to think the word “Friezan”, but that’s dumb as hell and even I hate it.  Shueisha and Toei could settle this in two seconds if they wanted to. 

Frost’s deal is that he’s a good guy... right?  You’re shaking your head, why is that?  It’s the classic sci-fi trope where you go to another universe and there’s a good counterpart to an evil guy from the regular universe. 

Since Goku knows how this works, he tells Frost to hurry up and use his final form, or he’ll eliminate him immediately.  Frost instead shifts to his third form.  Vegeta hates this (”Final Form, my ass!”) but I’m a big mark for third-form Frieza, so this works for me.

While they fight, the announcer starts talking up Frieza for... the audience?  It’s just the two teams, the gods of each universe, and friends and family of the U7 team.  Anyway, he says that Frost’s third form is known as “Charger Form”, and he used it to great effect in his peacekeeping campaign to end the wars that have plagued the Sixth Universe.  Frost has also put a lot of work into relocating all the orphans displaced by the wars.  Apparently, he only agreed to this tournament on the condition that Champa support his humanitarian work if he won.

But Goku still kicks his ass, and insists that Frost use his true final form.  He knows Frost is conserving his strength for the later matches, because he’s been doing the same thing.  To demonstrate, he turns Super Saiyan.  And here’s where things start to go wrong for this saga.

Okay, first of all, Cabba is dumbfounded by the transformation.  Champa asks about it, and Cabba says that he’s never seen or heard of anything like it, which means that he can’t do it. 

Second, once Frost powers up to his fourth form, he explains that the reason he didn’t use it had nothing to do with tournament strategy. He was actually worried about controlling his power in this state, as he had only used it once before.   This means he can’t go any higher, so “Golden Frost” is a non-starter.  And Goku whoops his ass as a vanilla Super Saiyan, so I think it’s fair to say Frost is probably about as strong as Frieza was before Trunks killed him. 

Throw in Botamo’s weak performance, and it begins to become clear that the U6 team is completely outmatched.  There’s still two more fighters to meet, but this was billed as a 5v5 competition, and now it looks more like four against two.

And this all gets exposed in just one episode.   Cabba hasn’t even fought yet, and we already know he won’t be able to do any good.  This is not how you write a tournament.

Goku offers to let Frost surrender so he won’t get hurt, but Frost refuses to quit, for the sake of the orphans and so on.   He mounts a last desperate offense, and Goku blocks a punch, but then he gets dizzy, and his vision blurs, and Frost suddenly kicks him out of the ring. 

And this is supposed to be some sort of big shocking twist.  Goku’s the main character for goodness’ sake!   He’s the first one on his team to get eliminated?

It would be a big deal, except the question this would normally raise for the audience is “How will his team manage without him?”  And the problem is that the answer, this time, seems to be “Pretty well, actually.”   I mean, Vegeta could take down Frost easily, and we know Cabba can’t stop Vegeta, so that just leaves the other two guys, and Vegeta’s got Piccolo backing him up, so their odds don’t seem too terrible.

I mean, if Vegeta had to stand alone against five opponents, and they were all strong enough to give a Super Saiyan Blue a hard time, yeah, that’d be a cliffhanger.  But Botamo was a joke, and Frost and Cabba are out of their league.  The only intrigue here is how Frost managed to beat Goku, but even if that mystery went unsolved, it doesn’t seem to impact U7′s chances. 

And this is why the Destroyer Invitational Tournament has me like:

[peemanne]

Yakuza (PS2) Review: The Dragon's First Roar

oh hey look this one isn't a repost from my backloggd this time

original plan for this one was actually gonna be a video for a ranking of the whole series (to get some editing practice in) before i decided to scrap the idea so i thought "hey might as well repurpose it into a review review". so here we are!! yippee!!

This review contains major spoilers (and obviously also for Yakuza Kiwami, its remake)

Reviewed on September 23, 2023

Completed on PC (via emulator)

Rating: 7/10 (3.5 Stars)

(additionally, for reference, feel free to check out the patented Pee-Man's Jank Ass Play Order Graphic)

The spark that started a fire. I have a lot of respect for this game, even if it is sitting here at the bottom of the list. And I just want to say: I truly believe I haven’t played a single bad RGG game. And something tells me that’s gonna stay the same as I play the rest of them. I’m sure you’ve heard about it by now. This was Nagoshi’s passion project. He put his whole career on the line for this game, and, well, the series is still around today, isn’t it? Before I can even begin talking about it though, I have to get something very important out of the way. I played the English dub. Willingly, actually. I decided to play through the VERY infamous dub where the fandom’s one (1) joke would come from willingly. Now, was this a mistake? Yeah, probably. Should I have played the restoration patch? Yeah, probably. Would I recommend the dub to someone who would want to experience Yakuza 1? Probably not, no. But do I regret this decision overall? Oh, absolutely not. 

I’m sorry, the dub is just so, so good. Not in an actually well-made way, of course, but it’s still so good. This is textbook “so bad it’s good”. It added so much more memorability to this game, and I’m not even kidding. Kiryu shouts "FUCK YOU" very loudly at whatever poor soul he’s beating down whenever he uses a heat action. I don’t know how something can be so stupid, funny, and somehow still badass at the same time. Most of the casting wasn’t even that bad, honestly. It’s just the fact that the direction is awful. I cannot believe that “YOU WERE… MY REAL FATHER!” made it through. Still though: Kiryu was actually pretty decent for most of his runtime, Nishiki was surprisingly rather consistently good and even great in some cutscenes ("SHE WAS YUMI'S SISTER! WHO TOLD YOU TO KILL HER?!"), Goofy shows up as Date which is awesome, and Mark Hamil Majima. No, seriously, I’m still surprised they managed to bag him. It’s even funnier that he has absolutely no recollection of his character, too. 

There are moments in Yakuza 1 that I would not AT ALL remember if not for the dub. “I suggest you blow me” guy has the best vocal delivery I’ve ever heard in my life. The character where Kiryu beats up a bunch of color-themed gangs would not at all mean anything to me if it weren’t for “KILL THIS …………………………………. DUMB MOTHERFUCKER”. And my biggest example: Hayashi. One of the most famous lines from this mess of a dub, “Go! Kill this arrogant moth-er-fack-ar!”, naturally came from this clown. And because of that, I’d completely unironically have this guy on in my mind, which then made his appearance and subsequent unnaturally really good boss fight in Y2 much more meaningful to me. 

So TL;DR for the dub: it’s awful and that’s why it’s awesome. I would absolutely recommend playing the patch if you’re interested in picking this game up, but at the same time, I’m just saying, y’know, playing through the dub WOULD be pretty funny, man. 

Onto the actual game, and I’m just not the biggest fan of Yakuza 1’s combat. To give it credit, it was actually a lot better than I was expecting from the first ever entry of the franchise, but it’s still not the best for me. Kiryu feels pretty stiff at times, and you’re often fighting the camera more than the enemies. There is one thing the combat in this game just nails, though, and that’s IMPACT. The sound design here (and by extension the direct sequel) is just immaculate. You can really FEEL that damage. The heat actions all feel rough, brutal, and HEAVY, in a way that just hasn’t really been replicated since. Which is funny to think about, because they’re STILL reusing the heat actions from the PS2 games. 

I got a rush whenever Kiryu started the low health heat action and mercilessly pummeled through his opponent. I’d wince just a little whenever he’d smash a goon’s head against the wall. Your punches, your kicks, your tiger drops, they all have that “oomph” to them. Every hit just feels so naturally MEATY. I really appreciate that aspect, even if I found the combat itself to be mediocre. 

Now onto the story… Yeah, admittedly not a fan either. Again, dub, but even disregarding that, the plot’s pretty whatever. Cause take a look at something like Y4, right? Yeah, the story just took the biggest nosedive when the second half started, but everything in it was still unapologetically cool in that video-gamey kind of way that made you overlook some of that. And while Yakuza 1 undoubtedly does have some really sick scenes and setpieces, I just… don’t care about Yakuza 1’s plot. Nishiki and Kiryu’s relationship is like the one anchor that actually got me going, and even then you could argue pretty easily that even that was a little paper thin in some aspects. In retrospect, 0 just does so much heavy lifting for the fish boy, and I’m sure Kiwami adds even more to that. Still though, I do like the dynamic the two had in this game. Nishiki’s a pretty damn respectable villain. Maybe a little two-dimensional, but still solid. The confrontation with him in Serena is one of my favorite scenes in the game because of it. Sure, Nishiki in this game can kind of feel like “i used to be your buddy but suddenly i'm super evil and messed up now grahhhh” in some aspects, but you can still feel that bond he and Kiryu have, and the heartbreak that comes with seeing just how much those 10 years had drifted the two apart. The other aspects of Y1’s story were just kinda… alright, I guess. Jingu is an asspull and a half, and him being Haruka’s dad is honestly something I just forget most of the time. Shimano and the Triad are decent secondary threats, and now that I look back on it, their two long battles were really fun and memorable. And just about everything in between, I just didn’t really care for. The deaths were well-handled and mostly hit pretty hard, though. Reina and Shinji both kicking it back to back was effective, and made that rooftop showdown with Arase such a special encounter, added with the amazing Turning Point. Oh, and Kazama, I guess. He's there too, I suppose.

One thing I appreciate a lot though is how justifiably broken Kiryu is at the end of the game. In the span of like, a week, his entire world was flipped on its head, he lost his sworn brother, his father figure, love interest, and two close friends. The tough guy facade is long gone by then. By the end of it all, he’s obviously just broken. Practically suicidal, actually. And the only thing that manages to get him back on his feet is Haruka. It just makes Amazing Grace playing during the credits hit so much more. Overall, while there certainly are some strong points, I just found Yakuza 1’s story pretty weak. Again, dub, but still.

But if there’s one thing Yakuza 1 just nails perfectly, it's the atmosphere. The PS2 games have this really unique feel that hasn’t been replicated in the franchise since. It’s definitely the grimest and seediest Kamurocho’s ever felt. I know it’s a hardware limitation and all, and free-roam is strictly better, but the restrictiveness of the map adds so much. It’s almost claustrophobic, and makes those moments of panic where you need to rush to somewhere for the story really tense. 

It even reflects in the substories. Yakuza 1’s substory selection, on average, isn’t really strong. It’s filled with a lot of empty space substories and certain scam ones just kinda mesh into each other, but the ones that work, work REALLY well. 1-4 all have full-blown cutscenes for certain substories, and that does a lot for the feel and the memorability for each one. There are some great standout substories like The Truth About the Fake Yumi, The Yakuza’s Wife, and Man on a Ledge, which introduced us to Akimoto and Mizuki, and uh… alright I might wanna take that last one back… 

Still though, even with the whole annoyance of missable substories, (which for the record i am so so glad they got rid of) Yakuza 1 has some well-crafted substories worth lending an ear to, even if there’s not really any goofy haha silly ones. 

One experience I’d like to share is this substory where you have to find medicine for a guy on the streets. Naturally I just found him while playing through the story, so I just talked to him, said sure, I’d help, and I just continued whatever I was doing in the main story. I come back a few chapters later, only to find out someone completely different talking about how a guy who needed help died there. That’s how I found out you had failable, missable substories: I failed to help this guy, and the city sure didn’t care, and he just died unfairly because of that, on the cold, unfeeling streets of Kamurocho. That told me so much about both the tone of the game and of the city. 

Lastly: the OST. It’s a good ass soundtrack. Of course it is, it’s a Yakuza game. The first two games have a uniquely rough, edged feel to their soundtracks. It’s got an almost grunge-like rock to it, and I’m a fan of the tracks that came out of that. Some I’d just like to highlight are: 

son of a gun

Scarlet Scar

Pray Me

My personal favorite from the game, Turning Point

And of course, the iconic Receive You

Even if I do have some gripes with it, Yakuza 1 is still a pretty solid game. There’s a reason this series is still around today. I’d recommend a play for anyone interested; it’s a very unique experience and it’s cool seeing how much the series has grown, while at the same time seeing just how much they already had figured out on that first step. Just, play the patch. But also watch the dub. It’s very funny. 

Ten... Ten years in... I can't do this anymore, man. I can't. I- I'm done. I'm done, man.

[aspenmissing]

𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Sam, Dean and Theo are backstage.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, we’re getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now" Theo says.

"Well, who's the ghost, Guys? What it wants?"

"We don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene. Outside in the lot, Dean and Theo leads Sam to one of the trailers. Once inside, Theo pops a DVD into the television.

"Hey, where'd you two get this DVD?"

"They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy. She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed us an extra copy" Dean says. They watch the footage of the scene, complete with Brad's surprised entrance "All right, here's where the guy fell through the roof"

"Right"

"They must have super-hearing" Mitch said from the tape. Suddenly, Brad falls through the ceiling of the set, hanging from a noose.

"Hey, wait, go back, go back" Theo rewinds the tape "Right after. Right aft- yeah, right. Wait. There" Theo pauses the frame. On the screen, we see a completely different set and standing in the far corner of the set, it is a ghostly white woman.

'"It's like "Three Men and a Baby" all over again" Sam looks at him, confused.

"Oh yeah. Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And... I don't know who played the baby"

"What's your point?" Sam asks.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the, the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography" Sam looks at the woman.

"I've seen her before"

==

Dean, headset in place, is sitting with Sam and Theo at a table. Sam hands her a print-out of an article. Dean looks over.

"Here. Check this out" Dean talks into his headset.

"Yeah, go for Ozzy...No, I don't have a 20 on Tara, I think she's 10-100...Okay, copy that" Sam turns to Sam and Theo "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I will take that headset off you, Dean" Theo says as Sam shakes his head in exasperation.

"Elise Drummond-starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting"

"Just like our man, Brad. So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?"

"Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly"

"We're digging tonight, aren't we?" Theo says. Later, the crew is cleaning up for the day.

"That's a wrap, people! 6:00 AM for crew tomorrow!" A set worker says.

"Great work, everybody! MCG, you're a genius" Jay shakes McG's hand "You're kicking ass and taking names"

"Night, Jay"

==

Dean, Sam and Theo are walking through the cemetery at night, shovels in hand.

"Which way?" Sam asks and Theo reads a map.

"Uh...over here" she says and they walk a little further.

"Hey" Dean says.

"Yeah?" Dean gestures to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty.

"This map is totally worth the five bucks! Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here"

"You wanna dig him up, too?" Theo asks.

"Bite your tongue, heathen!" Dean passes another memorial "Oh, that's cool"

"He's loving this too much" Theo whispers to Sam, who nods.

"You know, Guys, what I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?"

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick"

"Come on, it really that scary?" Sam asks.

"Here we go" Theo says and they reach Elise's headstone.

"Yep. All right"

"Yahtzee" They start digging. Later, the three have finished digging. Dean is in the grave, and opens the coffin to see Elise's corpse. They pour salt and kerosene over the bones and burn them.

==

Sam, Dean and Theo watch as the police examine the crime scene where Jay was killed.

"Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard"

"What the hell, dude?"

"I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O."

"No, we already torched her. So, what are we dealing with another ghost?" Theo says.

"Maybe"

"Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team" Outside in the lot, McG is getting out of his car. He gathers the cast and crew, including Dean, Sam and Theo.

"Everybody! Gather around, okay! I've got an announcement to make" McG hands his car keys to a P.A "Hold that for me. Everyone! Huddle in! In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days. I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything. And that was to see Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning on screens all across America! Now, we owe it to them to go on, and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?" There is cheers and applause from the crown "But- but, but, but not today. Go home. Someone will call you"

==

Sam is back inside, watching more of the dailies. Tara/Wendy is reading in Latin when she is interrupted by 'Kendra'.

"Wendy, don't" Kendra says.

"What are you, afraid of ghosts? Come on, it'll be fun" Dean and Theo enters.

"Hey" The two say in unison.

"Hey, you two find out where the electrician's buried?"

"He wasn't Billy Beard was cremated" Theo says.

"Great. Now what?"

"No idea. Any more ghost cameos in the dailies?"

"Not in the first six hours. You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie 'cause they think it sucks. 'Cause, I mean, it kind of does"

"Come on, it'll be fun" Wendy says and she continues reading in Latin. Sam suddenly notices something and rewinds. He sits up and listens closer to the Latin.

"Listen to the invocation. Guys, that's the real deal - a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

==

Marty, the writer, is on the phone in his office.

"No, dude, we're down for a few days - force majeure... Yeah. It's cool, though. Gives me time to pitch that time-travel thing... Yeah. All right, well look, get back to me on this, all right? Seriously... No, I'm serious... Dude, are you serious? 'Cause I'm serious" He notices Sam, Theo and Dean at the door "All right. Cool" Marty hangs up "Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, um, whez, is...sorry man, We- we- we couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script" Sam says.

"And?"

Yeah" Sam nods "It's -uh- it's awesome"

"Awesome" Dean says.

"Really awesome" Theo says. Marty smiles at the flattery.

"I know, it's pretty rockin', right? I'm glad you guys liked it"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I really liked, uh, all the attention to detail"

"Dude, right on, that's my thing. I mean, you know, colour me guilty, but that is me. I'm, I'm, I'm a total detail buff"

"No, I can tell. I mean, the way you worked in all those, all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language" Sam says. Marty's smile fades.

"What, you mean that Latin crap? No, man, that's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?"

"Wait, Walter the P.A. Walter?" Theo says.

"No, he's not a P.A. He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set"

"But he writes the invocations?"

"He wrote a whack-job screenplay. There's no pace, there's no love interest, it's all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, ninety percent of it to make it readable, the other ten percent to make it good" Dean, Sam and Theo laugh.

==

Later, the siblings are reading Walter's screenplay, Lord of the Dead.

"Should've kept Walter's original script. It's actually pretty good" Theo says.

"Yeah. And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration, like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want"

"Yeah, like kill people" Dean says.

"Yep. So, let's say somewhere down the line, Walter learned some pretty black magic"

"Yeah. And let's say he's pissed at these people for wrecking his movie"

"Motive and means"

"It's worth checking out" Theo says.

==

Marty is walking among the forest scenery and spots Walter.

"So, you wanted to meet?" There is no response "Hey, I'm a little busy here, buddy. I'm working on a script"

"Oh, yeah. You guys worked on it a lot" Walter says.

"It needed work. Now, why couldn't we have done this in my office?"

"You know, the history, the lore in my draft was completely accurate. We could've gotten it right for the first time ever in this whorehouse of a town. But you tore it to shreds. You replaced it with cleavage and fart jokes" Walter sighs "It was real"

"Who gives a rat's ass about "real"? We're talking about ghosts here, Walter. There's no such thing"

"That's where you're wrong, Martin" Walter raises his hand, holding a talisman, and begins chanting in Latin. Marty rolls his eyes.

"Okay, nutjob. End of meeting" Marty turns around and comes face-to-face with a ghost that had killed Jay and he screams.

==

The fans turn on. Marty is on the ground, being dragged by the ghost towards the fan.

"Oh, God, no! Please, no!"

"You ruined it, Martin! Everything I worked for!"

"Oh, oh, oh. Oh, God! Walter!"

"Now you're gonna find out what being a ghost is really like"

"Walter, please! Walter, help me! Heeeeee--" Just as Marty is inches away from the fan, a shotgun goes off, blasting the ghost away. Theo approaches, weapon in hand and Dean next to her, while Sam turns off the fan.

"You are one hell of a P.A."

"Yeah, I know" Dean says.

"What are you doing?" Walter asks.

"I could ask you the same thing, Walter" Sam says. Walter begins climbing up the stairs to the scaffolding "Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire, Walter"

"You don't understand"

"You know what? You're right, I don't understand"

"Just... wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It's years, and then they take it! And they crap all over it!" Dean and Theo looks at Marty, who shakes his head like Walter doesn't know what he's talking about "And then - and then they want you to smile and say, "Thank you""

"Walter, listen. It's just a movie. That's it" Walter scoffs.

"Look...I've got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay"

"Sorry, can't do that. It's not that we like him or anything, it's...just a matter of principle" Theo says.

"Then I'm sorry, too" Walter raises the talisman again.

"Walter. Walter, pl-Don't" Walter begins chanting. The set begins to shake and three ghosts appear.

"Sam!" Dean shout and Theo and Dean raise their shotguns. The ghosts, all of whom are mangled in some way, begins walking closer.

"Come on, come on!" Theo says. Suddenly, they disappear. Then, out of nowhere, Sam is knocked to the floor- the ghosts are now invisible. Dean and Theo helps him up "Come on, come on! Move!" The siblings and Marty begin running away while the lights on set begins shorting out, lots of sparks flying. The four of them run into another building and shit the door behind them. Dean and Theo reloads their guns.

"Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs!" Dean says sarcastically.

"Now, it not the time to be quoting Die Hard, Dean!" Theo says. Dean then turns around and realizes that the building they entered is actually just the set for the abandoned house. It's completely open on the other wall - they haven't actually reached any real shelter.

"Oh, man!"

"I can't believe this. Ghosts are real!" Marty says.

"What makes you say that?" They look around, ready to fight"

"But I don't understand. How is Walter controlling them?"

"Probably that talisman" Sam says. Suddenly Sam takes out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

"I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then...maybe, uh..." Sam uses his cell phone camera to scan the room. He suddenly sees one of the ghosts a few feet away, heading straight for Theo.

"Y/N! Right there!" Sam points and Theo shoots it. On Sam's phone the ghost disappears "Got him" Sam picks up another ghost "Hey! Right there!" Dean shoots the ghost. They then notice Walter walking around the upper level. Sam hands his phone to Marty "Here, you get the idea?"

"Yeah"

"All right, you hold them off. I'm going after Walter" Sam leaves the set.

"I cannot believe there's an afterlife"

"Oh, there's an afterlife, all right. But mostly, it's a pain in the ass" Theo says. Marty keeps scanning the room with the phone.

There!" Marty ducks to his left as Dean and Theo shoots the two oncoming ghosts.

==

Y/N, Dean, and Sam are backstage.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, we’re getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now," Y/N says.

"Well, who's the ghost, Guys? What does it want?"

"We don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene." Outside in the lot, Dean and Y/N lead Sam to one of the trailers. Once inside, Dean pops a DVD into the television.

"Hey, where'd you two get this DVD?"

"They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy. She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed us an extra copy," Dean says. They watch the footage of the scene, complete with Brad's surprised entrance. "All right, here's where the guy fell through the roof."

"Right."

"They must have super-hearing," Mitch said from the tape. Suddenly, Brad falls through the ceiling of the set, hanging from a noose.

"Hey, wait, go back, go back," Y/N rewinds the tape. "Right after. Right aft- yeah, right. Wait. There." Y/N pauses the frame. On the screen, we see a completely different set and standing in the far corner of the set, it is a ghostly white woman.

"It's like 'Three Men and a Baby' all over again," Sam looks at them, confused.

"Oh yeah. Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And... I don't know who played the baby."

"What's your point?" Sam asks.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography," Y/N looks at the woman.

"I've seen her before."

==

Dean, headset in place, is sitting with Sam and Y/N at a table. Sam hands them a print-out of an article. Dean looks over.

"Here. Check this out," Dean talks into his headset.

"Yeah, go for Ozzy...No, I don't have a 20 on Tara, I think she's 10-100...Okay, copy that," Sam turns to Y/N and Dean. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I will take that headset off you, Dean," Y/N says as Sam shakes his head in exasperation.

"Elise Drummond-starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting."

"Just like our man, Brad. So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?"

"Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly."

"We're digging tonight, aren't we?" Y/N says. Later, the crew is cleaning up for the day.

"That's a wrap, people! 6:00 AM for crew tomorrow!" A set worker says.

"Great work, everybody! MCG, you're a genius," Jay shakes McG's hand. "You're kicking ass and taking names."

"Night, Jay."

==

Dean, Sam, and Y/N are walking through the cemetery at night, shovels in hand.

"Which way?" Sam asks, and Y/N reads a map.

"Uh...over here," she says, and they walk a little further.

"Hey," Dean says.

"Yeah?" Dean gestures to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty.

"This map is totally worth the five bucks! Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here."

"You wanna dig him up, too?" Y/N asks.

"Bite your tongue, heathen!" Dean passes another memorial. "Oh, that's cool."

"He's loving this too much," Y/N whispers to Sam, who nods.

"You know, Guys, what I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?"

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick."

"Come on, is it really that scary?" Sam asks.

"Here we go," Y/N says, and they reach Elise's headstone.

"Yep. All right."

"Yahtzee." They start digging. Later, the three have finished digging. Dean is in the grave and opens the coffin to see Elise's corpse. They pour salt and kerosene over the bones and burn them.

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N watch as the police examine the crime scene where Jay was killed.

"Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard."

"What the hell, dude?"

"I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O."

"No, we already torched her. So, what are we dealing with, another ghost?" Y/N says.

"Maybe."

"Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team." Outside in the lot, McG is getting out of his car. He gathers the cast and crew, including Dean, Sam, and Y/N.

"Everybody! Gather around, okay! I've got an announcement to make." McG hands his car keys to a P.A. "Hold that for me. Everyone! Huddle in! In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days. I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything. And that was to see Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning on screens all across America! Now, we owe it to them to go on, and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?" There are cheers and applause from the crowd. "But- but, but, but not today. Go home. Someone will call you."

==

Sam is back inside, watching more of the dailies. Tara/Wendy is reading in Latin when she is interrupted by 'Kendra'.

"Wendy, don't," Kendra says.

"What are you, afraid of ghosts? Come on, it'll be fun." Dean and Y/N enter.

"Hey," the two say in unison.

"Hey, you two find out where the electrician's buried?"

"He wasn't. Billy Beard was cremated," Y/N says.

"Great. Now what?"

"No idea. Any more ghost cameos in the dailies?"

"Not in the first six hours. You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie 'cause they think it sucks. 'Cause, I mean, it kind of does."

"Come on, it'll be fun," Wendy says, and she continues reading in Latin. Sam suddenly notices something and rewinds. He sits up and listens closer to the Latin.

"Listen to the invocation. Guys, that's the real deal - a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

==

Marty, the writer, is on the phone in his office.

"No, dude, we're down for a few days - force majeure... Yeah. It's cool, though. Gives me time to pitch that time-travel thing... Yeah. All right, well look, get back to me on this, all right? Seriously... No, I'm serious... Dude, are you serious? 'Cause I'm serious." He notices Sam, Y/N, and Dean at the door. "All right. Cool." Marty hangs up. "Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, um, we- we- we couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script," Sam says.

"And?"

"Yeah," Sam nods. "It's -uh- it's awesome."

"Awesome," Dean says.

"Really awesome," Y/N says. Marty smiles at the flattery.

"I know, it's pretty rockin', right? I'm glad you guys liked it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I really liked, uh, all the attention to detail."

"Dude, right on, that's my thing. I mean, you know, colour me guilty, but that is me. I'm, I'm, I'm a total detail buff."

"No, I can tell. I mean, the way you worked in all those, all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language," Sam says. Marty's smile fades.

"What, you mean that Latin crap? No, man, that's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?"

"Wait, Walter the P.A. Walter?" Y/N says.

"No, he's not a P.A. He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set."

"But he writes the invocations?"

"He wrote a whack-job screenplay. There's no pace, there's no love interest, it's all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, ninety percent of it to make it readable, the other ten percent to make it good." Dean, Sam, and Y/N laugh.

==

Later, the siblings are reading Walter's screenplay, Lord of the Dead.

"Should've kept Walter's original script. It's actually pretty good," Y/N says.

"Yeah. And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration, like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want," Dean says.

"Yeah, like kill people," Sam says.

"Yep. So, let's say somewhere down the line, Walter learned some pretty black magic."

"Yeah. And let's say he's pissed at these people for wrecking his movie."

"Motive and means."

"It's worth checking out," Y/N says.

==

Marty is walking among the forest scenery and spots Walter.

"So, you wanted to meet?" There is no response. "Hey, I'm a little busy here, buddy. I'm working on a script."

"Oh, yeah. You guys worked on it a lot," Walter says.

"It needed work. Now, why couldn't we have done this in my office?"

"You know, the history, the lore in my draft was completely accurate. We could've gotten it right for the first time ever in this whorehouse of a town. But you tore it to shreds. You replaced it with cleavage and fart jokes," Walter sighs. "It was real."

"Who gives a rat's ass about 'real'? We're talking about ghosts here, Walter. There's no such thing."

"That's where you're wrong, Martin." Walter raises his hand, holding a talisman, and begins chanting in Latin. Marty rolls his eyes.

"Okay, nutjob. End of meeting." Marty turns around and comes face-to-face with a ghost that had killed Jay, and he screams.

==

The fans turn on. Marty is on the ground, being dragged by the ghost towards the fan.

"Oh, God, no! Please, no!"

"You ruined it, Martin! Everything I worked for!"

"Oh, oh, oh. Oh, God! Walter!"

"Now you're gonna find out what being a ghost is really like."

"Walter, please! Walter, help me! Heeeeee--" Just as Marty is inches away from the fan, a shotgun goes off, blasting the ghost away. Y/N approaches, weapon in hand, and Dean next to her, while Sam turns off the fan.

"You are one hell of a P.A."

"Yeah, I know," Dean says.

"What are you doing?" Walter asks.

"I could ask you the same thing, Walter," Sam says. Walter begins climbing up the stairs to the scaffolding. "Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire, Walter."

"You don't understand."

"You know what? You're right, I don't understand."

"Just... wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It's years, and then they take it! And they crap all over it!" Dean and Y/N look at Marty, who shakes his head like Walter doesn't know what he's talking about. "And then - and then they want you to smile and say, 'Thank you.'"

"Walter, listen. It's just a movie. That's it." Walter scoffs.

"Look...I've got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay."

"Sorry, can't do that. It's not that we like him or anything, it's...just a matter of principle," Y/N says.

"Then I'm sorry, too." Walter raises the talisman again.

"Walter. Walter, pl-Don't." Walter begins chanting. The set begins to shake, and three ghosts appear.

"Sam!" Dean shouts, and Y/N and Dean raise their shotguns. The ghosts, all of whom are mangled in some way, begin walking closer.

"Come on, come on!" Y/N says. Suddenly, they disappear. Then, out of nowhere, Sam is knocked to the floor - the ghosts are now invisible. Dean and Y/N help him up. "Come on, come on! Move!" The siblings and Marty begin running away while the lights on set begin shorting out, lots of sparks flying. The four of them run into another building and shut the door behind them. Dean and Y/N reload their guns.

"Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs!" Dean says sarcastically.

"Now, it's not the time to be quoting Die Hard, Dean!" Y/N says. Dean then turns around and realizes that the building they entered is actually just the set for the abandoned house. It's completely open on the other wall - they haven't actually reached any real shelter.

"Oh, man!"

"I cannot believe this. Ghosts are real!" Marty says.

"What makes you say that?" They look around, ready to fight.

"But I don't understand. How is Walter controlling them?"

"Probably that talisman," Sam says. Suddenly, Sam takes out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

"I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then...maybe, uh..." Sam uses his cell phone camera to scan the room. He suddenly sees one of the ghosts a few feet away, heading straight for Y/N.

"Y/N! Right there!" Sam points, and Y/N shoots it. On Sam's phone, the ghost disappears. "Got him." Sam picks up another ghost. "Hey! Right there!" Dean shoots the ghost. They then notice Walter walking around the upper level. Sam hands his phone to Marty. "Here, you get the idea?"

"Yeah."

"All right, you hold them off. I'm going after Walter." Sam leaves the set.

"I cannot believe there's an afterlife."

"Oh, there's an afterlife, all right. But mostly, it's a pain in the ass," Y/N says. Marty keeps scanning the room with the phone.

"There!" Marty ducks to his left as Dean and Y/N shoot the two oncoming ghosts.

==

Walter leaves the set through the back exit and comes face-to-face with Sam.

"It's over, Walter. Now give it to me." Walter throws the talisman on the ground, shattering it.

"There! Okay, now no one can have it."

"I wouldn't have done that if I were you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And why not?" Walter asks.

"Because you freed them. We can't stop them now. Walter, you brought them back, forced them to murder. They're not gonna be very happy with you." Marty, Y/N, and Dean join them outside.

"Yeah? So, why not?" He suddenly falls to the ground and begins screaming in pain. Blood begins to seep through his clothing. Marty raises the cell phone and sees all of the ghosts tearing Walter apart.

==

The crew had resumed filming. Kendra and Mitch are now in the abandoned house. Kendra is scanning the room with her cell phone, the same kind as Sam has.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. There!" Mitch shoots. From the sidelines, McG is watching, ecstatic. "But I don't understand. How can the spirits appear in the camera phone?"

"The video must pick up their frequencies in a way that our eyes can't."

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Right there!" Mitch shoots again.

"Cut! Oh, print that one. That's in the movie! Oh! I loved it, kids. Loved it." Marty, Y/N, and Sam are also watching from the sidelines.

"You found out there's an afterlife, and this is what you do with it?" Marty looks up from texting, grinning.

"I need a little jazz on the page."

"Well, you did it," Y/N says.

==

Sam and Y/N are walking among the trailers. When they pass Tara's trailer, the door opens, and Dean comes out, clearly disheveled, smirking. Tara comes outside as well, wearing a robe.

"You're one hell of a P.A.," Tara says, smiling at Dean.

"Thank you."

"Hi," Tara says, noticing Sam and Y/N. Sam looks awkward, whereas Y/N just smiles.

"Hello," she says. Dean, Sam, and Y/N then walk away; Dean grabs a sandwich and Y/N grabs a smoothie. They walk off towards a painted sunset, which crew roll away.

"God, I love this town."

"You can say that again," Y/N says. The painted sunset has finished rolling away, revealing a sunset over the Hollywood Hills.

[trueshellz]

Day 20: Hawks + barebacking

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Warnings: barebacking, female reader, dub con, stealthing, kissing, sex, pregnancy kink, feather play, cumplay kind of.

Summary: Hawks just wants to feel you...

Hawks.

Pro Hero No. 2.

Revered and famous for his red wings and his passion for fighting villains, the type of guy you would want to bring home to your mother. Upstanding citizen with a large number of adoring fans, people who loved to ask for his autograph or photos when you were out and about.

But that was Hawks.

This was Keigo.

Keigo who loved pinning you under him and pounding your sweet pussy until you came around his dick. Hands holding your wrists as you tried to wriggle free, legs splayed open as he simply took what he wanted. Chuckling when you whined and moaned his name, breath caught in your chest as you threw your head back, back arched as you came. The slap of skin on skin, heavy breathing and gasps mingled over the flutter of his red wings. Feathers tickling your clit and nipples as he split you open.

"Should let me take you bareback one day, angel."

Words permeating your last filled brain, head shaking a 'no' at his suggestion. The last thing you needed was a baby, between work and just getting through life the last thing you needed was a baby. But Keigo wanted a baby so badly. The vision of seeing you round and plump with his child, breasts heavy and leaking with milk to nourish them. Every time he reached for the condom and rolled it down his dick, he was tempted to just forego it. Conscience kicking in, the hero in him angry at his thoughts.

But today he really couldn't shake that thought. Coming home to see you in his shirt, something primitive and raw pumping through his blood.

"Just once. I'll pull out, I swear. Please?"

Keigo huffed when you shook your head, forehead creased in a frown. His hand moving down to rub your clit while pulling out and fingering you, free hand pulling the condom off quickly before pushing back in. Moaning loudly when he felt you warm and wet walls around you, gummy walls moulding to his dick as he bottomed out. Hips shifting a little, pushing in until you gasped and held his arms with a low whine.

"Too deep, Keigo. Slow down, oh my God."

Grinning down at you, hand grabbing the back of your neck as he started moving again, feeling each squelch as he did. Slick covering his cock, ring around the base as you creamed on it. Movements getting quicker and faster, fucking you through your orgasm with a harsh grunt. The feeling of you squeezing around him, no barrier this time, simply too much to handle as he came too. Cursing loudly as white ropes filled you up, body almost swallowing it down as he emptied himself inside you. Hips twitching as he pulled out, watching the globs ooze out of your used and abused hole onto the bed. Glancing up at your fucked out expression with a small smile, fingers teasing your hole as more cum dripped out.

Yeah, he thought, he wasn't wearing a condom ever again.

[switchbladedreamz]

Oops

Bucky Banres x Fem!Reader

18+, minors do not read

Warning: smut, oral (female recieving), spanking, squirting, alcohol ingestion, unprotected sex, drunk sex, dub!con, wear a condom, couch sex.

Summary: the a/c is out in the apartment complex and Bucky asks if you have an extra fan available.

***I, the author, do not consent to stealing, plagiarism, or posting any of my work anywhere unless done so by myself***

I awoke with a shortness of breath. I was groggy and sweating. It's hot, when did it get hot? I laid in bed for a few more seconds, waking up. 'Ugh, I'm all sweaty and gross'

Making my way out of my room and into the hallway, I see the soft glow the electronic thermostat is casting. Now facing it, it unsurprisingly reads "Error? How the fuck? I'll have to call the landlord in the morning, fucking apartments- I swear.". I suddenly jump and scream as there's an unexpected knock on my door. Looking down at my naked body I rush back to my room to grab a shirt and some shorts.

I opened the door, the light from the hallway burning my corneas. Retinas? My eyes. Burning my eyes. Blinking a few times, I was able to focus on a chest, perspiring and a heavily breathing chest. Well cut and damn, mouth watering. I could my laundry on those abs. Looking up I was met with a face. A grumpy face. "Its sweltering, do you have an extra fan?" "Well hello to you too lovely neighbor, James. Wanna come in?" He smiled and awkwardly "right, sorry. And yeah sure, also its Bucky" I walked backwards pulling the door with me letting him in. "I don't have any fans Buckmeister, but I could take you to the store and we buy some.". "At 2 in the morning? And with your shirt on backwards?" "Hey! At least I have a shirt on and Wal-Mart is 24 hours.". I pulled my arms into my shirt and twisted it around while Bucky tried not to stare as the shirt rode up over my stomach. I smiled to myself. "You go get a shirt and some shoes on and I'll get some shoes on. Are my shorts on backwards too?". I pulled my shirt up over my ass and turned to show him. He cleared his throat and smiled his usual dopey cute smile "nope, all good". I walked away to my room to put shoes on. "Please tell me your car has A/C!" He shouted after me.

"Oh fuck yeah" i moaned "feels so good" Bucky replied in a groan. We were ecstatic to feel the cool A/C hit us in the car. Pulling out of the multistory carpark, we started our journey to find some fans.

"I can't believe this has been happening literally every other week, what a shitty landlord." "I know, he's being such a douche. When I moved in, he glared at me- I think he hates "disabled people". He has made so many weird comments". "Are you kidding me? What a dick!" We chatted as we made our way to the fan aisle. Turns out the landlord is much shittier than we both thought. "So what brings you to New York?" "College, I'm a teacher, ASL". "ASL? What's that?" "American Sign Language." "Oh yeah, where do you teach? Like Kindergarten or something?" " College students.".

We picked out two big kitchen fans and two small desk fans. After checking out, Buck's stomach growled. Loudly. I laughed and looked at his stomach "Hey I'm hungry too but you don't gotta scream about it."

Finally home after stuffing our faces with McDonald's and due to Bucky's super soldier metabolism, we got Taco Bell too. And stopped for ice cream at Walmart again. "Fuck my guy, how much can you put away? Hell yeah!" "What? I'm a pig, you arent grossed out?" "No, I like people who can eat.". "Well, wanna go to the liquor store?" He posed the question. "Oh hell yeah, you read my mind.".

Now home I unlocked my apartment when- "oh shit." "What?" "I think I locked my keys in my apartment." "You're shitting me", I deadpanned. "I'm so sorry." "Ah don't apologize, I'll put you up on the couch. Yay! Sleep over" I poked at his ribs. "Yay, cause being an 107 year old adult and locking your keys accidentally in your apartment is something to celebrate" he rolled his eyes. "Well jeez party pooper, if you'd rather sleep in the hallway then.." "shit, no I'm sorry. Thank you. But we can drink together" I faked a gasp "that is very true. And hopefully it'll distract us from the heat of a thousand suns in here. A warning, I do tend to get shirtless when drunk." "Well then I guess I'll just have to get pantsless" he wriggled his brows. 'Oh dear Gods, yes'.

3 liquid marijuanas

5 shots of caramel Smirnoff

And 3 games of mini shots pong later, we were floored. Well I was. Buckmiester was off his ass too. We were sitting on the floor eating our melted ice cream. Bucky missed his mouth with spoon and spilled the ice cream on his shirt. "Shit, I like this shirt" he whined before pulling it off. I bit my lip, my inebriation not caring about hiding my attraction to my neighbor. "You like what you see, Doll?" His voice dropped. I blushed and nodded. He leaned forward and crawled on his knees to me. Being drunk, and an absolute genius, apparently, I dropped ice cream on my shirt too. "Oops." I whispered and looked up at him, trying my best to look innocent. Bucky longed forward and ripped my shirt off, well over me. And pulled me in for a kiss. Hit teeth it mine, I could taste the alcohol and mint chocolate chip ice cream on his tongue. It was messy and perfect at the same time. I groaned as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. I pulled back, "bedroom.". He nodded "bedroom.". He stood up a little too quickly and had to sit on the couch. I made my way up the couch. "You know, the couch is a perfectly suitable place" he said as he grabbed me forced me onto his lap. "We're both too drunk to go to the bed". His metal hand was warm too, no doubt because of the apartment, even will all four fans set on high. His lips kissed from the shell of my ear to my collarbone, "ssshhhh. No need for logic right now". Metal hand on my breast, and flesh one on my ass, he reared his hand back and slapped my ass hard. "Oh fuck, do it again". He rolled us over onto my back and him on top. He literally ripped my shorts off, pushing my knees to my stomach, he spanked me again. "Dirty girl" he whispered as his stubble graced my breast as he sucked and nibbled on my breasts. His flesh hand made it's way down, caressing my sides and my stomach and the top of my thigh, he forced my legs apart and thrusted his clothes bulge against my unclothed sex. I grabbed his neck and pulled his face to mine and kissed him, I felt him grow harder against me. "You're not naked enough". "Yes ma'am" he smiled and got up, this time a little slower. "Just curious, why no panties?" The smile on his face was wide, "I sleep naked". His smile grew wicked, "oh, really?". He suddenly went to his knees. He grabbed my ankle and pulled my sideways. "That's hot" was all he replied as I corrected my self and rested my legs on his shoulders. "Fuck that feels good" My voice shifted, wavering, as his mouth marked my thighs. Kissing, biting, nibbling, hickied, light teeth marks.

"Just a quick taste" he whispered, then licked my pussy, his tongue swiveling around my slit then up to my clit. He kissed my mound, then dove back in. My moans turned into screams as he worked his tongue on my clit as he slipped a metal finger inside of me. His flesh hand groped my breast, and trailed up to my throat and squeezed and he added a second finger and curled. I think my body took a screenshot as a I came on his fingers. His fingers pounded into me faster as I rode out my high and he stared at my face. I calmed down after coming down, I looked at him confused. "What?" "You're fucking beautiful when you cum for me, when you cum on my fingers. Wonder how beautiful you look when you come on my cock, darlin". Before I could reply, he thrusted his thick member into me. Stretching me open. "Oooh fuuck Bucky!" I screamed and hung onto his back. He didn't stop, didn't let me adjust. "That's it doll, say my fuckin name, scream it!". He pulled my hair, as he exposed my neck he bit it. I was a whimper mess, the punishing pace he was pounding into me, the feeling of the bite and the pain of my hair being pulled. "Want the whole apartment complex to hear you screaming my name. Want them to know who you belong to." I wailed as he hit the special spot in me, it made me see stars. "That's it bunny, let it all out, cum for me". He pulled out and flipped me over. "You doin okay?" He paused, all I could do to answer him was nodding. He laughed. "Are cock drunk already? I barely fuck you and you already can't speak". He slipped himself in again, "aaaaaah" "that's right" he thrusted, pulled my hips up. "Who owns you baby?" "You do". He moved again, spanking me, he shouted "I said, who owns you?!". I mustered all my strength, I took too long, he spanked me again and again, as the blows landed on my behind- he didn't stop his pace. This time he spanked me with his metal hand, "you do!" I cried out. He spanked me again and I came, hard. I wailed as my legs shook, I felt him pull out and something warm hitting my back.

For some reason I felt more tired than usual, and more sober. "Hold on honey, let me get you a wash cloth". I hummed in response. That was intense, amazing even. He came back shortly and gently cleaned me up. I felt the rag between my legs, he started wiping me knees and lower thighs first which was weird. Moving up I felt it gently rub my sensitive pussy, then my back. He kissed my head and helped me sit up. "Have you ever squirted before?" "No, why?" "Because you just did." "I'm sorry, what?" I looked at his lap as he was wiping at his legs, it was wet. And then I turned to look at my couch, also wet. "Woah." I whispered softly.

"Not to sound too arrogant but do you think you can walk?" I huffed a laugh "I don't think so.". With that, he picked me up and we stumbled our way to my room. It had finally cooled off and laid me down on the outside of my bed and he crawled on the other side. "Good night miss (Y/n)" he cuddled me and pulled my head to his chest. "Nighty night Buckmeister". He chuckled and kissed my head again and we snuggled in a soothing slumber.

[indestructibleheart]

I am slowly getting my groove back, friends. This week, I was able to write some of the Tarlos punk band/bodyguard AU that I shared with ya’ll a while back. So, for WIP Wednesday, I’m sharing the opening scene:

It’s the seconds after the encore that TK loves most.

When hundreds — sometimes thousands — of people in the arena are cheering in unison and the lights are still low, TK will just stand in the wings and let it all wash over him. In a strange way, he finds it peaceful, even in all its volume. And it’s the unity of it, he thinks; they’re all still riding the high of the music, just drifting together in this perfect little bubble removed from the reality of the world. In those seconds before the lights come up and the stadium begins to empty, they’re all connected. They become one.

Yeah, yeah… Said like a lyricist. He knows.

That’s what Nancy had said, the one time he’d tried explaining it to her.

She’d known exactly what he’d meant, though. TK knows that because he knows her. In a way, they’ve become partners: the bassist and the lead vocal, putting their heads together and writing the words they’ll sing. Nancy, Marjan, Mateo, Paul, and TK are a team — have been since they’d first picked up their instruments and started to play together — but TK and Nancy? They’re kinda the group’s dynamic duo.

And that’s saying something, since Nancy and Marjan have been considered a “power couple” since J-14 dubbed them ‘Narjan’ in the early aughts.

Nancy understands him better than anyone else, which is probably why she's the only one willing to interrupt his moment as the lights start to rise. Her tug on his sleeve startles him from his revere.

“C’mon, dude,” she says. “Security wants to take us out the back, just to be safe.”

He rolls his eyes. “We’re still doing this?”

Ever since he got a couple overly enthusiastic fan letters, Judd, their manager, has been supremely cautious. TK, for his part, doesn’t really see the big deal. Have you really made it as a band if you’re not getting weird stalker threats? Okay, and maybe one of them hinted at a car bomb that was actually found underneath his Mustang… but, like, it was defective anyway, so they clearly aren’t a credible threat.

Nancy links her arm through his. “We’re doing this,” she insists. “Actually, Judd has a present for you out back.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I don’t want it.” TK scowls.

Nancy smiles as she tugs him along. “It’s a bodyguard.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope!” She looks entirely too pleased. “You’ve officially made it, kid.”

TK huffs as they round the corner and start towards the exit behind the stage. Judd is just being paranoid, and the last thing TK wants is a new babysitter. This is worse than when he’d first started getting sober four years ago and Judd had his sponsor on speed dial; Cooper was (and still is, actually) basically one of the gang. This, though, has crossed the line from enthusiastic support to just… unnecessary paranoia.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he tells her.

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Don’t tell me, dude,” she says. “I just work here. You need to take it up with Judd.”

“Oh,” TK says. “I will.”

They push through the double doors into the fresh night air. The roadies and the rest of the band are in the lot, packing the equipment into the bus, but Judd stands nearby with who TK can only assume is his bodyguard. The guy definitely looks the part; he’ll give him that much. He’s tall with broad shoulders and a jaw that could be a weapon all on its own. He’s handsome, TK notices, but that doesn’t make him any more fond of this idea.

Well… Not much more.

It helps a little.

“TK,” Judd calls, waving him over. “Get over here, kiddo.”

Nancy drops his arm and gives him a little nudge. “Good luck,” she says, far too taunting to be genuine, before trotting off to meet with her girlfriend by the bus.

“Traitor,” he calls after her.

She turns just to give him an exaggerated wink.

Ugh. It’s with resignation that he trudges over to meet Judd and whatever-his-name-is. They’re leaning against a pretty sweet Camaro, and The Bodyguard has his arms folded over his chest. (So, as far as first impressions go, he’s looking a little cliche.) Regardless, Judd pushes himself off the car to get his hand on TK’s arm as he approaches — as if his big brother routine is gonna smooth this over.

“TK, this is Carlos,” he says. “He’s gonna be —”

“—My babysitter.” TK raises a brow.

Judd sighs. “Your bodyguard.”

“Not interested in babysitting,” Carlos says. “I’m just here to make sure no one blows you up.”

Obviously, he’s heard about the car incident. TK gives him a look, but Judd holds up a hand.

“I ain’t hearin it, TK,” his manager says, voice turning stern. “Until we know the fella sending these letters ain’t a threat no more, Carlos here is gonna be your shadow. And that’s that.”

The thought of having a shadow makes him squirm, but he also knows there’s no talking to Judd when he gets like this. He’s officially in Manager Mode, which means he’s technically TK’s boss. So, he just huffs.

“Does he have to follow me to the bathroom?” he asks. “It was a long show.”

Carlos snorts. “I think you can manage that yourself,” he says.

“Great,” TK snaps.

And if he uses it as an opportunity to skip around the side exit and escape… Well, they should’ve known better.