#*slams game show button* KILL

[buckingham-ashtray]

“But as I am apparently your best friend I cannot congratulate you on… your choice of companion.”

What do you mean sherlock. SHERLOCK.

[heartduct]

i love closing my eyes and snuggling into bed and feeling my heartbeat and culverton smith echoing into my mind saying "once you open your heart... you can't CLOSE it again" and then begging the gay people in my phone to help me accept what i cannot forget

[megumimania]

art is in his mid 40s, reader is in late 20s/early 30s, smut (18+), p in v sex, choking, art is hungry as fuck, use of petnames. @cindol this one is for you babes!!

“you alright sweetheart?”

his voice is what snaps you out of your writing frenzy.

art’s dressed in a polo and khaki set with his sunglasses on, a glass of bourbon sitting pretty in his left hand. his serving hand. you almost shiver as you remember the way his calloused hands brushed against the small of your back in passing.

he takes the seat next to yours, his knees slightly brushing yours as he peers over your laptop that is covered by post it notes that contain the editors tweaks and suggestions.

for the next ten minutes the only constant sound interrupting his midday zen was the aggressive sound of you hitting the space and backspace button on your laptop.

the sound of your frustration and stress is palpable and before you slam the backspace button again, he breaks the silence.

“you should take a break.” he offers, the concern evident in his voice and for a split second you consider it, toying with it in your mind. but then reality hits and you remember the editor's harsh emails and the final deadline that is just looming around the corner.

“i’d love to but i can’t.” you sighed giving him an apologetic smile, “first draft is due at the end of the week.”

art looked at you confused for a second before he realised what you were talking about. his memoir.

it was why you were here in the first place. you spent weeks on the road with him heading to every conference, game or whatever event he decided to show up to when his team wanted to remind the public he was still very much alive.

he thought it was a stupid idea at first, another cash grab for his management to seep their paws into but art wasn’t having it. the only way they managed to get him to say yes was if they brought an up and coming writer onto the project.

over time your presence was something he had gotten used to, even though you often felt like you were overstepping his boundaries by being in his home so often. you’d then remind yourself that you were contracted on a professional basis, to ghost write his memoir that you’ll be paid for, in both money and notoriety.

but when art woke up to the sound of your footsteps shuffling around in the kitchen or the sound of you typing away on his laptop on the patio, it made the house feel less like an investment and more like a home. after all it had been a couple of years since he’d had a woman stay longer than a night or a couple of hours at his home.

“c’mon you’ve been on that wretched thing all day, your eyes must be killing you huh?” he cajoles, another attempt to get you to hang out with him.

art takes another sip of his drink eyeing you once more, feeling grateful for the little bit of sun the hampshire’s decided to grace you all with today.

his eyes roam over your figure, not for too long though he doesn’t want to creep you out but he’s not blind. you are a stunning woman and he likes that you weren’t blind to that fact.

“you know you wanna, who knows maybe playing a quick tennis match, will get your creative juices flowing.” usually you’d decline but when he stares at you with those baby blues that haven’t dimmed with age, it sends a shiver down your spine.

his eyebrows wiggle, earning a groan from you but you relented, saving the file before closing your laptop and heading back to get changed into more suitable attire. who knows maybe stepping into his domain would help with your writer’s block right now.

tennis with art was not something easy, despite his graceful playing style he was an actual powerhouse on the court and you couldn’t keep up. 

“you’re tapping out already?” he grins, whilst you’re too busy catching your breath to respond. all you can muster is a middle finger to which he laughs at.

you realised in the end, that if you were gonna win, you had to resort to dirty tactics.

“god, it is so hot out here!” you said, fanning yourself whilst taking off your jacket to reveal your figure. you based the success rate of this tactic on art being a typical man with desires.

and it worked.

who knew a simple dress would throw art off kilter? his movements grew less refined and more messy as the game progressed, with you throwing him off his a-game. his eyes were glued to your bod, you used this to your advantage as you made the winning serve.

the ball whizzes past art and he is a second too late to hit it back. you drop the racket basking in the sunlight and your newfound victory.

it’s oddly quiet on his front, a professional like him that couldn’t show decent showmanship? it was nothing new in the world of tennis—arrogant athletes who saw accepting defeat as a bruise to their overinflated ego.

however the thoughts stewing in art’s mind cannot be expressed plainly, he drinks you in, an incubus-esque hunger taking over him. the way your body glistened in the sunlight as a light sheen of sweat covered you from head to toe, to the white attire that made you seem heaven sent.

oh he was spiraling.

it wasn’t like he could do casual relationships, he had a few fleeting ones post split with tashi but art’s hunger prevailed where his logic could not. he wasn’t satisfied with a simple night.

underneath that cold yet affable demeanour that he spent years working on and correcting, there was a part of him that required something more deeper, more intense.

“so what’s my reward?” you ask, still up on the high that beating art gave you.

he decides to indulge you in whatever you want—his desires can be suppressed for another day. last time he got you a new laptop for beating him in a game of pool. however he’s taken off guard when he feels your soft lips press against his own, stirring up a pot of desire in him that cannot be contained.

so when you end up on his plush bed with him above you, your dress bunched up to your stomach as he fucks you relentlessly without pause, you’re in bliss. the sounds of art’s gold medals, clinking against your stomach with each thrust sends shivers down your spine, the cool metal against your skin driving you insane.

art thinks you’re beautiful like this, all splayed out for him to see, adorned with several of his gold medals, that he has won in several championships like wimbledon and the us open. he knows he’s being mean, bullying your sweet cunt like this but he can’t help it.

he pulls you in by his medals dangling across your chest forcing you to look at the mess you’re making on his dick. “keep your eyes open sweetheart, i want you to see the mess you’re making.” he tells you, his voice smoother than his favourite bottle of bourbon.

you’re lost in it all, your mind reeling like a roll of film as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. he unleashes a slew of moans and groans against your ear, the vibrations driving you closer to your release.

“a-art, ‘s too much i can’t take it.” was all you managed to get out, a mangled sob escaping your lips.

in spite of your brain getting turning into mush each time art hit that sweet spot that set you alight. he looks down at you with a wicked grin, his voice taking on a faux sympathetic tone.

he pressed a kiss to your neck, maintaining his pace. “winner takes all, sweetheart.” he says with a chilling edge, that makes you clench around him as he buries himself deeper into you, stretching you out even more as he peppers kisses to your neck, leaving bites and hickeys that were sure gonna sting tomorrow.

and from the way things were going, it was safe to say that you weren’t completing that manuscript anytime soon.

not while art had you in his grasp anyway.

[fairytsuk1]

sitting your pretty ass self on alexis’ cock while he’s on a call with someone who is live 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

teasing alex on a call ...

alex laughs boisterously across the hall and you smile automatically. even just knowing he was around made your heart stammer in your chest. it wasn't just that, though; you saw him before the stream, and he looked more than good. actually, he looked incredible.

he had donned his typical black and gray beanie that left black wispies flying out from under it. it's even better as his gold chain revealed a black t-shirt hanging low on his chest. was it getting hot?

"i'm gonna go live," he pecks your cheek, "be done soon!"

but that was hours ago! and the more you thought, the more you remembered how good it felt to run your nails across his scalp. to feel his hands pull you closer to his chest...

your feet were already taking you down the hall. before you knew it, your phone was abandoned on the kitchen counter. alex is calm when you slide into the room. his eyes lock onto yours for a split second before he's cursing back into the mic. then, "hey babe, what's up? i'm still live!"

he doesn't let his surprise show as you plop into his lap, "i know! been watching."

alex takes a moment to make a quick joke, but thankfully everyone else is too distracted with their chats to notice how his breath hitches. how he slams the "MUTE" button to snake his hands under the cotton of your tank top.

"babeee," he sighs as you scooch even closer, rolls your hips just a bit harder.

"shhh, i think someone's saying something to you, alex."

alex struggles to tear his eyes away from yours. you urge him with your hand to the mic and he throat bobs, "i-i'm here! i was just too busy playing the game!"

your hand palms him slowly and teasingly. his voice cracks slightly in the mic, and he's pushing his hips up into your hand. it's so sexy to feel him harden under your silken touch. the way he fills out his sweatpants is absolutely intoxicating, "fuck, go under please..."

he whispers into your ear with a demanding voice but you smirk.

"hush, just let me fuck you, yeah?"

the raw dominance in your voice sends a shiver down his spine. you listen, spit slicked hand wrapping around his thick cock. alex keens, fingers gripping the arm handle with a ferocious grip as he tries to keep himself under control, "fuck, okay, okay. please fuck me, shit...!"

"you're still live, and sounds like your friends are getting impatient, honey."

"th-they don't care, they'll think I left," and your hand twists around his leaking tip, "oh! oh my god."

"talk to them, baby."

"c-can't," he mumbles.

"talk to them. do your job," you suck a dark mark on his neck while pulling him out, "you can do it, baby."

his voice is shaky as he nods, eagerly watching a stream of spit dribble from your tongue to coat his dick. it feels so intimate the way you slowly stroke him with a wet click.

you know it's killing him. he throbs in your hand and his voice is more meek, more far-away, "sorry, i'm just a little--"

you struggle holding back your moan when you sink down onto him. your teeth sink into the juncture of his neck as he stretches your dripping pussy out. you've taken him so many times that's so easy, but you always feel the stretch of his girth when you take him for the first time.

"--a little tired!"

alex squeaks out and you can't help your quiet giggle when you plop yourself down in his lap. again, then again, and soon his desk chair is squeaking lewdly.

"fuck me, yes! feels so good. your pussy feels too good," he buries his face into your chest, clinging to you like a bear, "fuck, mami. you're so dirty, riding me while i'm live?"

" i already know you like it," you wheeze, hand ripping off his beanie to tug him by his hair into a lip-lock, "already know you love fucking me, fuckk! oh fuck, stretching me out so well."

it's so lewd how you can hear the boisterous laughs of his friends, the fighting and the jokes; all at the same time you fuck yourself silly on your boyfriend's cock and he practically drools over your tight, wet walls squeezing him.

"i'm gonna cum, oh shit! babe, w-wait," he tries to stop your desperate hips or clenched thighs but it's no use.

"wanna feel you fill me up, need it. needed you so bad, fuck, alexx!"

and you vaguely hear voices calling out to alex among your own. he's so close, balls tightening and mind hazy. he can barely breath as his lungs constrict.

"'m so close, baby. cum in me, need to feel you breed me," you wheeze, "please, alex!"

alex cums in hot white ropes. you feel him paint the inside of your walls and you nearly spasm from pleasure. it's so hot and your teeth tug his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. your orgasm washes over you in a huge wave that leaves your every limb shaking. neither of you can even speak as the stream falls on dead ears.

it takes a moment to remember to take a deep inhale. your mixed releases spill down your thigh and leave messy droplets on his sweatpants. alex himself is no better, lips agape with eyes closed.

alex's eyes meet yours looking like swirls of honey. you know he's feeling vulnerable, feeling sensitive. your hand cards down his face and you leave soft pecks on his freckles.

"that was... baby, that was insane."

"i know, baby boy. you did so good for me. i fucking love fucking you."

alex giggles a shy laugh into your cleavage. another person calls out to alex, and finally he's regathered enough energy to sit up and unmute.

"yeah, i gotta go! yeah, yeah, i'm fine. i just," he pauses, "i just had to take care of something for a sec."

[kisses4kaia]

brothers best friend billy bc i am self-indulgent ☺️ very poorly proofread😴 edit; here’s another installment of this au <3

william h. bonney is a gentleman.

he is a gentleman, but fuck, if you whisper another word into his ear, warm breath fanning over the cusp, he’s not above bending you over the poker table and fucking you in front of everyone, including your brother.

and billy knows, he knows you’re trying to rile him up, knows you’re just trying to get a ride rise out of him, but did you really have to hit him where it hurts? you’d learnt not too long ago that billy is quite sensitive on his ears—when you nibbed him on his earlobe while he was balls deep inside your tight cunt and he came on the spot—and if you didn’t take advantage of that from time to time, you reasoned, it would be an injustice, truly.

“oh billy, don’t you know fucking your best friends little sister is wrong? how long has this been going on—2 months, huh? hmm, you ever gonna tell jesse? oh, no. he would kill you if he found out, wouldn’t he? and you’re still taking that risk for me; how romantic of you, billy,” your voice is a tantalizing taunt, and it’s winding him up, so much so that he has to take a swig of his whiskey to cover up the flush spreading on his cheeks.

your whispers are received from billy with a shudder, whom you’re standing behind while he sits at the poker table. nobody really even notices you talking to him, not even jesse. he’s focused on winning, as is billy, but you just make it so much damn harder for your lover.

the game is on its last play and it’s gotten quite intense. “reveal your hands,” the dealer commands and jesse lays down his cards before billy shows him up completely, 4 aces over jesse’s straight.

the sportsmanship is friendly even after billy gathers the whole pot for himself and jesse goes to catch a drink at the bar, giving billy the perfect opportunity to figure out what the fuck your little show was about.

his large hand is wrapped around your—by comparison, small—wrist, and he’s dragging you outside the saloon, all the way to his house just down the block.

when the door slams shut, billy’s lips are on yours faster than you can blink.

he has this way about his kisses—they’re always needy, but not all-dominating. he doesn’t want to own you, you can see it is his eyes, the eyes that are so much softer than lil the other men you’ve come across, who look at you like a piece of meat. he kisses you with a certain passion, a fire that you haven’t been able to find with anybody else, and it ignites something bubbly inside you. he’s feverish, and you reciprocate his urgency, fingers hooking into his two front belt loops, pulling him closer to where you need him the most.

“fuck, pretty. really tryna rile me up, huh? fuck was that, back at the game?” his lust-blown pupils do nothing to hide the fact that you won. you got just what you wanted, so with a giggle you respond, voice teasing. “i just wanted to see how gentlemanly you could stay before you would eventually break—i knew you would break,”

billy scoffs and rolls his eyes, before placing his lips on yours, more gently this time, and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to his bedroom that you’ve grown oh, so, familiar with.

he surprises you when rather than laying you down on your back unto the bed, he sits down himself, begins unbuttoning your linen button-down and unbuttoning the boot-cut denim jeans that hugged your ass so fucking well, before pulling all of it off of your limbs and helping you pull his own trousers down.

with gentle maneuvering, billy eases you onto his hard, awaiting cock. a soft gasp leaves you, and a deep groan from billy reverberates throughout the room. “this is what you wanted? to sit on my dick, make your pretty, little pussy cum? yeah? go on, use me. ride my cock, hm? you own it, it’s yours,” his breathy words only speed up your pulsing around his dick, and pull a aroused moan from your throat.

he sounded so honest, so real. it was times like these, with him underneath you, coming more and more undone by the second, that felt the most raw. it was times like these, when his hands where welded onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, that you realized, you didn’t want this with anybody else, ever. you never wanted to leave his loving embrace, and it’s with that epiphany you speak.

“fuck, billy, i love you. i love you so fucking much, oh my god, fuck!”

his hips falter slightly at the sentence, but almost like a serendipitous parallel, billy cums with a loud moan right along with you, orgasms perfectly in time with one another.

and as he comes down from his high, riding you through your own, his response to your confession is uttered—in hushed tones, in fear that if he dare raises his voice, dare speak freely, dare open his arms, you may disappear, like sand through his calloused fingers.

“i love you, too, angel. i think… i think want forever with you.”

[sandplague]

haven't played the demo yet (is it bad)... what do you mean unsubtle

i've only had enough time to get to that point where you finish diagnosing the 3 townspeople (due to my own schedule but also my game keeps crashing lol) so I don't want to say if it's bad or good. so this is just my thoughts so far regarding the use of the term unsubtle. that's it not on the game as a whole or anything. I guess I can say it like this. Pathologic 3 quarantine demo compared to the marble nest (also dankovsky PoV) or patho2 imo this is a little bit like an original film vs its western market remake in regards to subtlety... this is spoilers for the beginning of the demo but i just need an example. in one of the beginning scenes you see these nightmare/hallucinations, they all do these played out "spooky twitchy movements" when you light bonfires and a generic sound effect. this can be cleaned up. you get to the train and a big one jumps down grabs you and kills by slamming you into the ground or something. compare it to how haunting that beginning of pathologic 2 was, or how dreamlike and defamiliarizing the bull in the house and Aspity's conversation was in the marble nest.

similarly with the survival mechanics, they're just way too goofy. the suicide animation is kinda cartoonish, especially for the amount of times you're going to dip down low enough to get it. that should be rare. the voice acting when taking stimulants sounds ridiculous, I don't need to hear this mf say "more thoughts...MORE THOUGHTS" if we didn't have to hear artemiy say "more meat...MORE MEAT" every time he ate. i thought the fact that dankovsky needed to eat way less in the marble nest was a more subtle way to show his declining mental state wrt survival mechanics. i think there's more mature ways to do this while still having him use drugs and keeping a "psychological" type system if they want. i knew i was making him take a shit ton of painkillers in pathologic original, i mean it was like I was using bulgakov's morphine as a strategy guide lol. he didn't need to say all this shit out loud in a wacky "unhinged" voiceover for me to understand that. what character is this...

the minimal voice over in the marble nest was OK, the amount they have it here is indulgent and needs to be edited. honestly i feel the same way about the Q-button "thoughts", it's revealing too much, some of it (along with some dialogue) feels out of character, like some cards should be kept close to the chest. i wish these were eliminated or heavily edited. if they want to keep the "thoughts" in, relate the mechanic more with the theater or something, the Mind Palace Floating Thoughts are not a creative way of relaying information for a game like this.

leaving the theater and just getting the message that was like "you diagnosed everyone correctly" was like......ok. lol. right now I also don't understand the pseudo-"fast" travel. you go 5 steps and have to stop anyway. but these seem like things that would be changed for final release? i'd play more to see what happens but since the update it crashes every time i open the theater doors. but imo a competent and hardline editor can fix a lot of these things i mentioned. as for everything that happens after the part ive played idk

[magnoliahwrites]

Lean On Me (Don’t Knock Me Over)

or: harry is a touring musician and you're here to interview him

feat: childhood friendship, flashbacks, friends to enemies to lovers,mention of panic attack/anxiety/puking

note: this is part one of a three-shot. Side note: I made up names for harry’s band, it’s an up and coming pop punk band so there’s that

Much like most things in life, when the paper slid through your desk, you immediately shoved it under the outgoing mail box.

anything that causes you stress immediately went there, a future problem for yourself.

It wasn't until the night before the show, when your manager turned best friend, Cindy sat in front of you tapping her new manicure on the desk in front of you that you even remembered it.

"I just don't see the big deal," she huffs, stopping the tapping of her nails long enough to push her blonde hair out of her eyes, "like, you two were kids. He probably doesn't even remember you. And besides, I have three people lined up who would literally kill you for this chance."

You groan, resisting the urge to fling your body on the floor and ahve a full body temper tantrum.

Instead, you act like an adult and throw a mini fit, throwing your head back and shoving the papers away from you.

"he'll remember me." you groan, rubbing your temples, "It was a small town."

"Good," Cindy shrugs, "Make him regret it, or whatever."

she pauses, and her voice drops, some of the hard that radiates off of her melts away for a second.

"I don't see what the big deal is still," she says quietly, "What happened?"

You remember the first time you heard him on the radio.

Driving down a crowded street in Cindy's car (the kind you could never even think of affording) the sun roof down, your hand out the window as the radio blasts, the sun beating down on your hand.

"This is 93.9 playing the hottest hits of the summer! To begin, we have a new single from Kennedy Curse, sure to get stuck in your head. They're new to the scene, but singer-"

Cindy all but squeals, leans forward to turn the dial on the radio up louder, "I love this band. l've been trying to get an interview with them for weeks.”

You snort as you drum your thumbs on the steering wheel, "Can't imagine it would be hard to get an interview with them-"

"Shh!" She hushes you, leans forward and turns the volume up until the car shakes under you.

"Chipped paint, Carol's gonna turn into dust-"

it was a reflex, a knee jerk reaction, something you couldn't stop. before you even knew what you were doing, you were leaning forward in your seat, slamming your hand against the volume button, immediately a silence falls over the two of you.

Cindy knows you've mentioned in passing an ex boyfriend, a singer, but haven't really elaborated on it. Now, it seems like you don't need to.

"So you'll do it?"

Cindy is all but squirming in her seat as she brings you back to the current.

The sigh is all the confirmation Cindy knows, letting out an ear piercing squeal again, "You won't regret it, i promise!"

She gets up to make her an escape, mentions something about transportation-

"I'll do it, but there has to be rules in place-" You're rubbing your temples, a headache already on the horizon, but Cindy isn't listening, long gone as she stops everyone in the hallway to mention the interview with the Kennedy Curse.

Backstage, harry fixes his hair in a broken mirror.

Something about ten years of bad luck, but he rations that's the problem for the person who broke it, not him-

A stage hand, over worked and underpaid, sticks his head backstage: "harry, Ten minutes.

Someone's here to see you-"

And the show is on.

The smirk finds his way to the corner of his lips, and it's game on. the harry who had a panic attack in the back room five minutes ago is long gone, definitely didn't puke into the garbage can earlier because of the nerves. Instead, it's now replaced by the harry he wants everyone to see; confident, cocky, bold-

"Fans already-"

And he rounds the corner and almost hits you with the door.

he speaks first. A reflex, like he's been searching for the name for months or years, waiitng for it to fall onto his lips again-

he speaks before he can stop himself, before he can hate himself for it he speaks before he can stop himself, before he can hate himself for it.

"Birdie."

The low whistle follows, some bird card be always associated with the nickname, for you always singing with him-even if you insisted you were bad.

it falls flat, feels wrong.

Not the cute nickname it was before, when you two would lie in the shared two sized mattress, harry’s feet falling off the edge of the bed, the sheets thrown over both of your heads for security;

“Birdie," he'd say, his voice low, eyelids heavy. even half asleep, the whistle followed, "I promise, to keep your side of the bed warm, always."

Under the sheets was vows between the two of you, the sillier the better, most of the time, but the hushed voices always told the truth.

Instead, you spoke back, his fingers over your lips, calloused from the non stop practicing, the yanking the garage door open at all hours of the night to practice: "I could find you in a crowd."

He laughs; it's lazy and low, like you both have all the time in the world, and he opens his mouth to say something about his height, but it lays heavy in the air as he kisses the crown of your head:

"And i'll always find you, Birdie."

Seeing him is jarring, to say the least.

The last visit was less than good, yelling and tears (from both of you) things said in the heat of the moment that keeps you both up and tossing and turning-

"It's just my normal name now, thanks." You say quickly, hoping it's dark enough backstage that he can't see the red spread across your face.

"Right," he nods, smirks as he leans against the wall, crosses his arms over his chest, "Well, birdie, I gotta say, you got a lot of nerve to wanna hear me sing after you tossed us into the gutter."

You snort, "Still the victim. i see nothings changed."

"Hilarious," he laughs without humor, takes a step toward you, eyes narrowed, that stupid fucking smirk still pulls at the side of his lips, "I see you're still following me around, hm?"

"God, I can't say I missed this. You're still an insufferable asshole-"

"An asshole you paid to see. So tell me, birdie, which of my songs do you like, hm? Still-"

You want to smack the smirk off his face. You dig your fingernails into your palm into you're sure they're going to bleed, leaving little half crescent moons in the middle of your palms, the same ones he use to study, trace over and commit to memory, kiss them better.

In some sick way, you were hoping you'd see each other and he'd apologize, come home-

"I'm just here for the interview," You shake the VIP lanyard around your neck in his face, "And then you never have to see me again."

His eyes dart to the lanyard and back to you, and for a second, he looks almost lost, like something hangs in the air that he wants to say-

"You have five minutes."

You snort, take the pencil from behind your ear,

"I'll make it two. We won't act like these are some deep songs of yours or anything-"

A local nobody band is opening, the drums are heavy and loud backstage, and the ponding begins the second you open your mouth, like it's planned.

harry leans in closer, grabs you by your elbow,

"Let's make a deal, birdie."

You act like you don't hear the low whistle fall out after the nickname.

"Listen-"

he cuts you off, "You listen to us and i'll do the interview, no bitching, after the show. we can go to the bus-"

the look you throw him is irritated and he huffs, holds his hands in the air, "Fine. I'll take you to a fuckin' restraaunt. I'll be on my best behavior, i'll have your manager eating out of your hand after this interview. Scouts honor."

He makes a show of crossing over his heart, holds his hand open in the air.

The smirk never leaves his face, even when your eyes narrow as he sets his hand between you two.

"Deal, birdie?"

You don't speak, eyes narrowed, but your hand slides into his like it never left.

It feels like you're making a deal with the devil.

[drinkpisser]

HOW IT CAME TO BE, CHAPTER 7 !! ☆

once again, it's been quite a while (＞Д＜),, so once again I am apologising for that D:🫶

this chapter is maybe a little smaller and less packed than I'd hoped for it to be BUT I kinda like how it turned out :D

so do enjoy if ur giving it a read and thank u if u do !!! <3

READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE:

begin chapter 7 under the cut !!

CHAPTER 7: TELEVISION BODIES/BATTLES IN THE DARK

Lola had gotten so restless that they'd resorted to gnawing on the bars of their enclosure to fulfil their void of boredom. They don't speak much, Gerard had observed. They don't speak at all. Yet it seems as though he can completely understand what they're thinking simply by taking a glance at them. Sometimes entire sentences enter his mind without Lola even moving their lips- maybe it's just one of those things. A Lola Thing.

"Lola," Gee started, "If-"

Without warning, the door slammed open, itself in fear of the hierarchy of the ship, shoving poor Lola onto the cold, harsh floor.

"Hey!" Gerard yelled, "Watch out, you're gonna hurt 'em!".

Showing no remorse, the guard essentially drags Gee out by the hair, Lola struggles to follow along behind, tripping on their fuzzily grazed knees.

Gerard had allowed the guards to shove him around the hallways once again to familiarise himself, slowly recollecting fragments lost of his memory. As though he was unlocking the rest of a map in a video game, he'd soon come to realise that he was on the bottom deck of the mothership. If memory had served him right, a sinking intuition informs him that there are emergency "lifeboats" stocked up in a lower centre beneath the ship- emergency UFOs. If he and Lola could male it to the end of the corridor, they'd be all set for a vital escape plan.

Although hesitant, Lola turns to Gerard for closure. G, despite being shackled by the harsh eyes around him, points straight ahead.

They realise.

Lola waits for a moment, causing everyone to come to an ultimate standstill:

"I like talking with my mind. But what I like more is using it as a weapon."

Gerard, listening, stares in amazement.

Despite Lola barely moving a muscle, beams of light emerge from the swollen brains of the guards- before exploding, that is! Psychedelically tinted shades of blood splatter the walls, looking more like a child's playroom than a murder scene. Each day you learn something new in this world; for example, the giant teddy bear you watched quardrouple in size is also a fuzzy killing machine.

"Hm. Artsy." Gerard comments as he nods, folding his arms and taking a step back, smirking. This, of course, is to mask the utter horror he is once again experiencing. Act casual. It's not the only strange occurrence you've ever endured. Intuitively noticing the loot left behind from the guards, he takes a pistol and some ammo.

Unfortunately, any sort of self defense is bound to boomerang back when you're totally outnumbered- almost instantaneously, the emergency sirens screech "LOCKDOWN", and guards come rushing down both ends of the hall.

In a frenzy of adrenaline, Lola pulls G onto their back. If you thought "piggy-back ride", you'd be correct. Lola bolts it as fast as their legs can waddle them, Gerard peeking above their fluffy head and covering for them. What he had failed to realise, however, is that these guns do not shoot regular bullets- oh no, they shoot radioactive laser beams. Standard.

An enemy rapidly approaches. Gerard shoots. From the force of the ammunition, he falls over with a puny shriek. Standard.

Lola speeds back for him, dragging his shocked body across the slippery floors as he desperately shoots at the guards. Eventually, they just about make it into the centre holding the emergency UFOs. Without a moment's rest, they climb aboard the nearest mini-ship, pressing any buttons that screamed "departure" to their frantic eyes. Only, that caused a plethora of problems that could only be anticipated-

they drop.

Losing temporary control, the ship swerves and sways through the atmosphere, zipping across the galaxy into unknown territory. Gerard and Lola are slammed into every corner of the room as if they're in some crude, circular pinball machine. Owch. Just imagine the bruises from that.

Once Gerard manages to grab hold of the wheel, the UFO stabilises, allowing the duo to release a much needed sigh of relief; that is until the next problem of "how the fucking hell do we get back home" surfaces. But not yet, I'll give them a break.

Maybe.

Remember the crazed button-pressing from earlier? Well, Sat-Navs are all the rage in UFOs. To make matters even greater, they're only being taken to a completely inconspicuous planet.

"Do you know where this is taking us?" Lola communicates.

"Eh- uhh- it says we're on route to... I can't even pronounce that." Gerard struggles.

The two continue to speculate, searching around the interface of the ship. Where they will wind up could only be predicted by a psychic, it seemed. Only the future is able to show what's in store, and they just had to be buckled in tight for the long run.

----------------------------------------------------

Meanwhile, back home, it appears all that anyone yearns to do is to put every upcoming event in place ahead of time- before it whisks them away into the unknown too.

Ray paces around his room in unease, every now and then brushing his foot against the various scrunched up tinfoil hats discarded on the carpet. Tapping his bitten fingernails against his overcrowded notebook, on the verge of eruption from everything shoved in it, you'd assume he'd adopted a maximalist taste from everything crammed into a single page. However, the glum truth was that he'd gotten so worked up by Gerard's second dissapearance in a row that he had now turned into a self-entitled detective. You'd think G had kicked it with the way he changed so suddenly. He'd be his most chirpy in his dreams, where everything was okay and nothing ever happened at summer camp. Where everyone got along. No aliens, no hurt, no absence- and certainly no manslaughter.

Something Ray would often reminisce about with a melancholic, yet teary smile was the time where he and Gerard went on a hike together, in which the golden hour shined, bouncing off of the mountain like a glass prism. It was silent, comfortably so. All they needed was the presence of eachother to conquer their small journey and tick it off of their scribbled bucketlist for the season.

"Yknow," Gerard says, "I used to get butterflies when I first spoke to ya'", he looks down, smiling into his hoodie. It's true! He thought Ray was the coolest ever! (And he's right).

Ray's eyes glisten in pleasant surprise.

"Really?" he responds, taken aback.

"Mhm- and after a while I noticed I wasn't trying to shoo 'em off anymore. Like I accepted something within me, dunno what." Gee confesses.

"Brains are just wierd like that I guess," Ray giggles, thinking nothing of it.

The two are drawn to the outstanding warmth of the sun, temporary blinding them to the point where anything indoors would look greenish (you know the feeling, surely). Ray sits down at a reasonably flat area of the hill's peak, slightly hunching over into a ball as the sun gradually simmers away. Gee sits by him, occasionally looking over at his fascinated face. Shuffling sideways, he rests his disheveled head of hair on his shoulder with a slight sense of nervousness at the idea Ray wouldn't like it. But it was okay.

They just sat together.

No absence. No hurt. No madness- only for a minute or two, but it had never felt more comforting.

If only a good memory could last a lifetime.

[illegalpaladin]

Drabble idea: door malfunction leads to some kind of shenanigans

Thank you for the prompt, Affix!! I immediately knew what I wanted to do with this one.

“I don't think he's coming, Spock. Maybe we should get going.”

McCoy motions towards the door, and Spock nods. Jim had told them to meet him in this rec room for a game of chess, but he must have been roped into some other obligation. The doctor is not a worthy opponent, and Spock thinks it only logical to cut their losses for the night.

McCoy leads the way and walks confidently into the door.

“Damn it,” he hisses.

“Doctor, it would appear the door is stuck.”

McCoy shoots him a glare. “I'm aware.” He makes his way over to the panel in the wall and slams the button to manually force the door open.

The door begins to smoke.

Spock opens his mouth.

“If you tell me the door is broken,” McCoy warns, “I'm gonna make you regret it.”

“Well,” Spock says with a minute shrug, “it is.”

McCoy takes a long moment to breathe. Then, he points to the air vent. “Climb through there and unlock the door from the other side.”

Spock raises an eyebrow. “And why should I be the one to climb through the air vent?”

“Because I'm a doctor, not a programmer, and I don't know the first thing about overriding a door.”

“I could simply force the door open.”

“Scotty would kill you.”

Spock sighs. Logically– and he hates to admit it– the doctor is right. The best course of action is to climb through the air vents and unlock it from the outside.

Spock approaches the vent. It's high off the ground, and it will take some effort to get up there. “Doctor, I will need to climb on top of you in order to reach it.”

“You can't use a chair?”

“A chair would not provide adequate height. Stacking two would be dangerous.”

McCoy groans. But he moves to stand under the vent, and he cups his hands In front of him. “C'mon. I'll give you a boost.”

Spock steps into his entwined fingers. McCoy lifts him– with a lot of grunting and grumbling– and Spock manages to pry off the vent cover. “Just a little higher, Doctor.”

“I'm doing my damn best, Spock,” McCoy hisses. With some straining, Spock feels himself moving higher. Just as he manages to crawl into the vent, McCoy gives up beneath him and falls backwards onto the ground.

The vent is too tight, and Spock barely manages to squeeze through. It's slow going, but he inches along dutifully to the other side. He hits the other vent cover with a closed fist, and eventually it falls away. He drops down to the ground. Free.

He approaches the panel next to the door and prepares to override it. This one seems to be in pristine condition.

“What's taking so long? Hurry up and get me out of here!”

Suddenly, Spock senses an opportunity. A chance to make sure his evening doesn't go to waste after all.

A chance to mess with the doctor.

“Actually, Doctor, it appears the panel is broken on this side as well. I will have to leave to seek out assistance.”

McCoy's fist bangs against the door. “You can't just leave me here, Spock!”

“My apologies, Doctor. It would appear I have no other choice.” He turns to leave. He'll come back later– or perhaps a passerby will hear him first and let him out. Regardless, the doctor will escape the room with nothing to show for it but a bad attitude.

“Spock!” McCoy's voice grows farther away as Spock moves down the hallway. “Spock!”

[sdr2lovemail]

Rating KNY characters on how well they can play rhythm games!: Upper Moon Edition!

This came to me in a vision and I must share!

Kokushibo 0/10

Kokushibo can kill. He can slay hordes of demon hunters without breaking a sweat. Put a tablet in front of him? He's done.

In battle, he's quick on his feet and a fast thinker. But something about the bright shapes flying across the screen got him pressing them three years after they pass, even with six eyes.

It's a challenge to get him to even play. Saying that human games are trivial to him and does not wish to partake. Will probably get a few seconds into the song before quitting.

"This is pointless. Goodbye."

Douma 9/10

Scarily good. After the initial "shock" of seeing a tablet, Douma is clearing songs with ease.

He's got a good sense of rhythm and can keep up with the notes. He prefers games with female casts as well. They're just nicer to look at in his words.

Scratches the screen of your tablet with those nails of his. Be cautious when using it after he's done with it, you might cut yourself on the glass.

That is if you can get it out of Douma's grasp. This screen is so interesting, you can't just take it away!

"Hey, I'm still using it... Come on, just one more song!"

Akaza 2/10

He can keep up well enough, but his sense of rhythm outside of fighting is awful. He's too focused on trying to hit the buttons that he can't keep up with the beat.

Akaza will get frustrated very quickly. He'll keep trying as he keeps getting mad. Saying he'll beat the next one. He's not stopping until he beats a song, or until your tablet is in pieces. Whichever comes first.

You can offer to put the game on an easier setting, but he wants to play on an even harder setting, just to prove he's better than a scrap of metal. It's a never ending cycle of frustration.

"No! I don't need it to be easier! You know what? Make it harder. I'll show you!"

Hantengu 0/10

(Might include clones in a different post)

Bad all around. No sense of rhythm and can't keep up with the notes. Hantengu gets angry to the point of tears, which makes it even harder for him to play. Didn't even want to try at first.

While he's quick in battle, he's still an old man from the Taisho Era. The bright, flashing graphics of the game overwhelm him and he just can't focus on one thing.

Another one to scratch the screen with his nails. He'd press down hard too, leaving pretty deep scratches.

Gets too frustrated and rage quits, not even finishing a song.

"I-I don't want to do this anymore!"

Nakime 9/10

Amazing sense of rhythm and can keep up with the notes like a seasoned player. Not a fan of most of the song choices. She's a fan of traditional sounds. Modern day pop, electronic, etc. is not for her.

It's a challenge to get her to play as well. She doesn't acknowledge your asking for a while. You really gotta pester her if you want her to play.

Nakime is skilled with her biwa even with her nails. She gets a bonus point for not scratching the life out of your tablet.

"Fine...I will try your music game."

Gyokko 5/10

Thinks he's above anything you'd have to offer, even if it was from modern times. You'll have to really butter him up for him to even think about playing.

With multiple hands comes quick reflexes and the abilities to do multiple things at once. He's able to keep up with the rhythm and notes with ease.

Gyokko is docked points because he'd just be bitching the whole time. Saying how ugly the art and graphics are or how he finds the music/vocals grating against his ears. Overall allergic to fun.

"How childish! Makes sense that someone like you could be so distracted with flashing colors."

Daki 3/10

She would actually be good at the game if she didn't throw a tantrum every time she lost her combo. She has a good eye and sense of rhythm, but gets too in her head about playing. Takes forever to pick a song.

Daki would throw your tablet across the room or slam it into the floor in a fit of rage, don't expect to get it back in one piece.

There's two reactions depending on how well you play. If she doesn't like you all that much, she blow up on you in an act of jealousy. If she does like you, she begging you to tell her how to get better.

"Wah! This is stupid! I clicked that note! I hate this!"

Gyutaro 0/10

Gyutaro doesn't even want to entertain the thought of him playing such a stupid game. He says that he has much better things to do. In the small chance you do get him to play, he sucks.

His lack of skills brings an onslaught of self deprecation. Groaning about he can't even play some dumb human game.

Doesn't scratch the screen too bad but he does scratch himself, leaving bloody stains all over the tablet.

"Nehhh, I can't even keep up. How pitiful..."

Kaigaku 2/10

Proudly boasts about how well he could play and how he could beat any score you could manage to get. Is promptly humbled the second the song starts.

Kaigaku would want to play on the hardest difficulty, but gets mad when he misses a note.

His stubbornness doesn't allow him to quit. He's going to keep playing until he can get a full combo. Don't tell him that all perfect combos exist, you'll never see him again.

"Stop trying to take it from me! I'm not done yet!"

[0110l5]

Get Off That Stupid Game

summary. reader’s new obsession with a rhythm game leaves jake sulking.

pairing. jake x afab reader

genre. smut

wc. 1578

Your fingers ferociously tapped on the screen of your phone. Everything about the game you downloaded four days ago was addicting. The way the notes matched up perfectly with the beat of the music made your ears and eyes scream in bliss; the rhythm game had taken over your mind.

It’s not like you were an expert at the game, but, that’s what made you want to continue playing, to show your friends you could become better at it than they were. So, that’s exactly what you’ve been doing all day.

1,085,856, were the results plastered on your screen as you sighed out loudly. “I’ve done better,” you mumbled under your breath as your thumb hovered over the “Play Again” button.

“No, please not again,” Your boyfriend whined as he slammed his head on the couch pillows. He couldn’t stand another second of listening to you play that stupid song. Your fingers halted as you glanced to your right. “What was that?” You asked your boyfriend as he dramatically placed his hands over his ears. “I physically can’t stand hearing that song anymore,” He groaned out as he sat up to look at you. All you could do was snort out a scoff at his words. “One more play wouldn’t kill you, Jake,” You leaned back on the couch and pressed the replay button. You positioned your thumbs and began tapping away at your phone as the song played for the twelfth time today. Jake let out a loud groan as he slouched against the couch.

Hours had passed since your boyfriend’s little tantrum. Your sore thumbs now tapping away at another song. Jake couldn’t believe you were still at it in that stupid game. He’d tried to let his annoyance go but he just couldn’t, especially not after what you pulled with him.

Jake had turned on the TV for you two to watch something. You hadn’t paid too much attention when Jake suggested watching his favorite movie on Netflix, you only hummed in response.

As the movie played, his favorite scene came up, making him quickly sit up and ask you to look at the TV. When he didn’t receive a response he looked over at you and saw you in the same position you had been in all day. Smashing your thumbs on the screen as you ignored your attention-deprived boyfriend. Jake couldn’t take it anymore. He’d had enough of your behavior. You were acting like a gaming-obsessed freak who’d do nothing but rot on their couch.

Your thumbs were slowing down as the song approached its final melodies. You were content with how you played this round, positive you beat your friend's score. The song was almost over when your phone was rudely snatched away from your grip. You quickly looked up and saw your boyfriend dangling the device over your face. You fumed with anger when you heard the obnoxious, “Practice Makes Perfect!” game over.

“What the fuck, Jake?!” You got off the couch, now standing in front of your annoyed boyfriend. Jake glared at you as he shut off your phone, erasing all final data from the previous round. “You agreed to watch this movie with me but here you are, not even paying attention to it because of this stupid game!” Jake swayed your phone in the air in frustration. You snatched your device from his hand and huffed in annoyance. You hadn’t realized how neglectful you’d been to your boyfriend. His expression indicated he was hurt by the lack of attention he’d received all day.

He stood in front of you trying to come off as angry but looked more like a sulking pup in your eyes.

A smile crept up on your face making Jake frown. “You’re so cute when you’re mad,” You cooed, cupping his cheeks in your hands. Jake pouted, secretly loving the baby talk. You inched closer to his face, peppering light kisses on his cheeks. Jake couldn’t stay mad anymore. Not after you so lovingly kissed his lips.

Jake wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer. You pushed his chest, causing him to fall back on the couch. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. “I’m sorry...,” You mumbled as you kissed down Jake’s neck. He leaned his head back, giving you more access to his sensitive spot. His breath hitched when you started sucking on it, leaving light hickeys on his neck. As you peppered his neck with bruises, your left hand began making its way down his bulge. You massaged his clothed cock, earning soft groans from your boyfriend.

“Do you like that?” You hummed out making Jake quickly nod. He bucked his hips forward, grinding his bulge on your palm. You giggled at his actions, finding your boyfriend too cute. “Hmm, you’re really needy today,” You whispered in his ear. “Of course I am! You’ve been ignoring me all day,” Jake whined out. You kissed him again, trying to make it up to him. “Do you want me to show you how sorry I am?” You asked seductively as you continued rubbing your palm against his throbbing cock. “Yes, please…,” Jake said breathlessly, wanting to be touched properly. You smiled at his response, giving him a quick peck before falling to your knees in front of him.

You pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles, taking his boxers off in the process. Jake man spread in front of you, giving you more room to kneel. His cock was fully hardened, it rested against his lower abdomen. You rested your arms on his thighs as your hands wrapped around his shaft, giving him light strokes.

“Don’t tease,” He said firmly. You wanted to ignore his demand but you had already been ignoring him all day. The least you could do was pleasure him properly.

You nodded and took him in your mouth, causing Jake to throw his head back in pleasure. You swirled your tongue around the shaft of his cock as he thrust into your mouth. You could feel tears building up as his tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged on his cock, digging your nails into his thighs. He continued fucking your throat, placing both hands against the temples of your head.

Jake roughly pulled out of your mouth, leaving strands of spit all over his cock and at the corners of your mouth.

“God, you’re so messy,” Jake said, admiring the sight in front of him. You quickly wiped your lips and stood up to pull down your shorts. Jake smirked at the visible wet patch on your panties. “You’re such a dirty girl,” Jake said as he pulled you down to his lap, gliding his fingers against your clothed clit. You rested your head on his shoulder and whimpered softly at his touch. “You got so wet just off sucking my cock. Tsk, you’re so dirty,” It’s true, you could get off by just giving Jake head. You absolutely loved the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

Jake slipped your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt. He rubbed your sensitive bud making you moan, burrowing your face in his shoulder. He chuckled at your reaction and positioned you on his cock. His tip teased your leaking entrance. “Jake, please put it in,” You whined, wiggling yourself on him. Jake obliged and grabbed your hips, pushing you down on his cock. You both groaned in pleasure.

When you had adjusted to his size you began bouncing on his cock. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his thick member stretching you out.

“You’re so tight,” Jake groaned out lowly as he gripped your ass, giving you support as you moved up and down on him. Your walls swallowed his cock perfectly.

After a while of riding your boyfriend, your pace began to slow down. Your thighs were cramping up. Jake took notice of this and wrapped his arms around your waist, slamming his cock inside of you. You bit on Jake’s shoulder, trying to contain your moans.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. You’re so tight for me, so good for me,” Jake nibbled on your ear as he felt his high approaching. He continued thrusting himself in you, hitting your G-spot perfectly. “Jake, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out, desperate to reach your high. Jake responded by going faster, kissing and biting your neck.

Jake’s thrust began to get sloppier, his cock twitching inside you. Jake threw his head back as he felt his seed spill inside you. You moaned out loudly, also reaching your orgasm. You rocked your hips back and forth, milking his cock.

You two breathed out heavily, both coming down from the intense orgasm. “Jake, I’m not on the pill...,” You whispered, remembering he just came inside of you. Jake cupped your cheeks and kissed you. “Maybe, it’s time we start a family,” He said in between the kiss. You slapped his shoulder lightly, causing him to chuckle. “Jake! I’m serious!” You whined out. “I am too!” He laughed as he caressed your hips. You leaned on him, tired from the sex you just had. “You really think I’m capable of being a mother? Not too long ago you were scolding me because of a game…,” You mumbled tiredly. Jake only sighed and kissed your forehead. “We’ll face our consequences tomorrow,” He said quietly as you both drifted off to sleep.

[buckingham-ashtray]

Eurus: (on all four walls) You have to choose. Family or friend? Mycroft or John Watson?

Sherlock: Definitely family you moron

Jim: (totally tannoy) Wait but-

Sherlock: I literally yelled at my drone-operating buffoon of a brother that John is family before your delayed action stabbing heart-burner barged in singing. Don’t tell me you weren’t paying attention🙄

(He points the gun at his chin David style.)

Sherlock: Oh I’m also remembering that man who used to be in charge of this penis prison before you reprogrammed him then took over and who also shot himself and thus his wife, whom you shot dead through the glass but I’m only remembering him and not his cheating wife. Ten.

[rodanhoax]

Jaune: *Wakes up at a table, handcuffed*

???: *Out of speaker in front of Jaune* Hello Jaune.

Jaune: W-Why am I in handcuffs?!

???: You've been randomly accepted to be part of, sort of... a game show.

Jaune: ... A game show?

???: Yes. You could call it a game show.

Jaune: Lets gooo! I love game shows, lets get it! I'm ready!

???: ... We appreciate your enthusiasm. We'll see how long that lasts. Lets go over the #1 rule. The rule is: If you die... you lose.

Jaune: Ahh, okay. So just life then.

???: What?

Jaune: That's literally just life, right? Like, you wanna NOT die?

???: Okay, but the difference is... we're trying to kill you.

Jaune: Ahh, got it.

???: Good. For your first tas-

Jaune: So basically, it's just like how 90% of nature is towards humans.

???: Shut the fuck up! Or we'll just go in there and shoot you.

Jaune: Shutting the fuck up.

???: For your first task, you will answer a set of questions.

Jaune: Oh imma dog at trivia, hit me.

???: Question - What word becomes shorter when you add two letters?

Jaune: Short.

???: Quick, but wrong. For your punishment y-... Wait, what was your answer?

Jaune: The word's short. It becomes shorter when you add 'E' 'R' to it, that's two letters. It's short.

???: ... Very good. I'm used to people getting that wrong. But that's an easy one.

Jaune: Wait, do I get points, or money, each correct answer?

???: You get to NOT DIE.

Jaune: Oh right, the theme. This is so crazy!

???: Next question - 4 cars stop at a 4 way intersection, all at the same time, and all coming from different directions. They can't decide who got there first, so they all go at once at the same speed, but no one ran into each other. How?

Jaune: Hm, they all made right turns.

(In a separate room)

Adam: Does he have his scroll under the table or something?!

Ilia: I took his scroll.

Adam: Okay but, where are you getting these questions?

Ilia: We made them!

Adam: Right!? Like, these aren't just known questions! (To Jaune) How many fingers am I holding up?! *Holds up 2 fingers*

Jaune: Two.

Adam: *Holds up 5 fingers*

Jaune: No five! It's five.

Adam: *Slams fist against table in frustration*

Adam: I got 2 buttons in front of me. Button #1 kills 100,000 people, at random. Button #2 kills the 2 most important people to you, in your life specifically! Which button do I press? You have 30 seconds.

Jaune: Ohh, that's a hard one-Button 1, press it.

Adam: Button #1? The 100,000 people one?

Jaune: Yup, hit it!

Adam: You didn't even think about it, think about it first! Are you crazy!

Jaune: I thought about it.

Adam: You're gonna kill 100,000 people, instead of just 2?

Jaune: Is that... not the right answer?

Adam: No that's not the right-There is no right answer! It's supposed to be a hard choice!

Jaune: Well... it wasn't. I don't know what to tell you.

Adam: Well, you just killed 100,000 people. Congratulations.

Jaune: No I didn't.

Adam: Yes you did! You picked option 1!

Jaune: Yeah, I did, but I didn't push a button. All I did was answer questions while handcuffed and trapped in a room. If this was real, you would be the perpetrator.

Adam: IT IS RE- *Takes a second to breath and relax*

Adam: On your table, there are 2 cups. One is poison, the other-

Jaune: *Immediately grabs a glass and drinks it*

Adam: Okay you can just go. I unlocked the door. Leave.

Jaune: What? I lost?

Adam: GET OUT!

Jaune: I drank the fake poison?

Adam: AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH

[santinos-grenade-launcher]

Naaah yall have to hear about this traumatic wolf quest moment 😭

This could be sad and funny only to me, yapping about whatever... WHATEVER THIS WAS 💀

I was casually just playing Wolf Quest as Santino, continuing from my previous save, right. And I went off to mark the territory, and I called John to go with me (remember this detail, okay).

And I opened the little menu to check on the pups, I knew they were all hidden, but Remus was sick, so I mainly checked for his health. And then. I fucking saw. "Mercury, LOST" and I was on the whole other side of the map with John. So I RAN AS FAST AS IT ALLOWED ME TO because pups can die if they wander off and something happens to them. And I was fucking shaking, but like... game will tell you when a pup is lost. And I didn't get anything this time? Like, no little pop up that he was lost.

So anyways, I was looking around while running towards the site but I couldn't spot him, then I got to the site and was looking around, even tried to catch his scent or howl so that he howls back...

AND THEN TWO STRANGER WOLVES appeared out of nowhere and they were actually really bold, usually it's easier for me to chase off the wolves but these two were actually attacking ME. Now... fucking John, was SO FAR AWAY bc why not. Why not be slow THIS time. And some of the pups left the tall grass where they were hiding (idk why they do that when there's a predator attack) and now this doesn't make sense to me, the next part.

Idk why my wolf (Santino) couldn't run, and his stamina was full, so it wasn't drained, I literally wanted to get to that wolf who was running towards a pup and then... he grabbed, shaked the pup and pup died. John. John, was NOT being helpful this time, idk why, he usually helps, he does attack the wolf back BUT NOOO, this time HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, he was just circling around the wolf and not attacking.

Okay BUT me being me. I panicked so hard I didn't even see which pup died. I literally can't remember what it said. I opened the menu and loaded my last save where everyone was safe and alive. However... the game gave me an achievement that a predator killed a pup 😁 thanks game, and I was going to act like it never happened. No but I can't explain the way I fucking gasped and just SLAMMED THE MENU BUTTON and loaded the save, ain't no way I'm letting any of the pups die, bc it never happened to me before. A stranger wolf NEVER killed a pup, and I'm playing this since 2020.

In the last save, Mercury was still lost, but I managed to find him, and this time, I left JOHN AT THE SITE WITH PUPS in hopes of preventing another attack. So... was a pup killed? Umm... well, kinda yes, but no ^ ^ I actually finished the game with all 7 pups alive, SO IT DIDN'T HAPPENED BECAUSE EVERYONE IS ALIVE AND SAFE YAAY

I also think this was a glitchy gameplay bc none of this made sense to me. Why it didn't tell me a pup got lost? Why two wolves showed up out of nowhere, but my territory was fine, like there were no stranger wolves in it, because I would've known someone was in my territory since it would drain the territory.

But, yes, all 7 of them survived no matter the incident, and I finally got to see how they look like as adults and oh my did these two made beautiful pups bc they gave me THREE npc coats that you can unlock only if a pup grows up to have it. Okay, two, Metis and Echo got the same coat but still it's one of the rare ones and Remus... my beautiful boy, he literally has one of the pretties coats.

SO YES HERE HAVE THIS ME YAPPING ABOUT A WOLF GAME AND I LOVE WOLVES

[dez78]

🩸I hate everything you do🩸

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairings: Jax x Slyus

Warnings: Smut, Adult 18+, Blood, Knife play, dom x sub, derogatory language, and hate sex

Summary: Jax hates Slyus with a passion.

Notes: Jax belongs to @bhaalspawnnolonger VP's are also by her.

Jax was scowling, Slyus, had pissed him off again. His sweet, flirty personality made him want to retch. Lilith was away and tasked Jax with babysitting their little bard. Which of course, Jax despised, Lilith threatened him if he hurt Slyus before she left. So, he had no choice, but to obey.

Jax lunged at Slyus, the bard tsk his tongue at the Tiefling,

"Don't be rash now, darling. Don't want me telling on you...." Slyus smirked deviously, "again."

"I-Shit...Fuck you, you can't keep using my woman against me, you little bastard!" Jax spat, Slyus with his aura, smirked even further until his fangs were showing.

"Yes, actually I can and will continue to so." Slyus said with a wicked grin.

"Just you wait, little bard..." Jax threatened, Slyus tilted his head.

"Or what? You'll punish me?" The bard said in a cocky voice. Jax lunged at Slyus, his hand clasped around his throat, squeezing hard.

"Ha! Choking me won't kill me, handsome. I don't breathe, remember?" Slyus said confidently.

"You play a dangerous game, little bard." Jax snarled as he got in Slyus's face, he walked forward and slammed him against the wall.

"You disgust me." Jax sneered, his voice was venomous, his words dripped with disdain, but the dark gleam in his crimson eyes betrayed him.

Slyus with a wicked grin, turned his head to look up at the 6'4" Tiefling.

"Is that so?" He purred, his fangs gleaming in the dim light, his hands ran down Jax's chest feeling his taut muscles beneath the leather straps, he ran his nails down his chest, leaving a trail of red marks.

"Then why do you feel so hard against me, hm? I think you want it just as much as I do." Slyus said, his voice dropping an octave. Sultry. His own crimson eyes glimmering with desire.

Jax growled low, his lips curling into a sneer as he shoved Slyus harder into the wall, Jax used his other hand and grabbed both of Slyus's wrists and pinned them above the bard's head. He leaned down; his breath hot against Slyus's ear.

"Shut the fuck up, bard! I fucking hate you!" The words barely escaped before he bit down on Slyus's ear, a mix of rage and desire clawing through him.

Slyus moaned, the sound muffled by the harsh grip Jax had on his throat.

"Good." He hissed as he wiggled in the Tiefling's grip.

"Hate me. Make it worse. I fucking love it when you hate me." Slyus growled. Jax bit down harder on Slyus's sensitive ear, drawing blood. He was still pinning Slyus to the wall. The bard was writhing as Jax made his way down to his neck. He bit into him, his sharp teeth piercing Slyus's skin.

Jax stepped closer, closing the space between them. Their bodies pressed together. Slyus being mischievous grinded his hips against Jax, the Tiefling's grip tightened on his wrists.

"Stop that." He hissed, Slyus smirked.

"Make me." He challenged. Jax's expression was full of hate.

"Get on your knees." Jax commanded as he let the bard go, Slyus continued to push his buttons.

"How about you get on your knees for me, instead?"

Jax scoffed at such a ridiculous idea, he wrinkled his nose as he spoke with disdain.

"This isn’t how it works, little bard. You’re not the boss in here. On your knees, now!"

Slyus's smirk is ever so mischievous as he says,

"Make me"

Jax goes for his throat again, but Slyus is much faster as a vampire and grabs Jax by the throat first and pins him to the wall next.

"I said on your knees." He flashes his fangs at him, Jax growls at him.

"I will never submit. That's not my thing, nor will I ever beg. You can forget it." Jax says with detest, Slyus smiles devilishly.

"I wasn't asking." He said, his eyes darkening, Jax's eyes sheened in the light as he smirked.

"Neither was I." He countered as he got out of the bard's grasp and picked him up with ease, man handling him and throwing him on the bed.

"You're going to be punished, little bard." Jax threatened as he drew his blade, Slyus smirked with anticipation. His cock twitching eagerly in his jerkin. Jax cut and tear into the fabric and ripped it from Slyus's body, leaving him almost completely bare.

Slyus bit his lip as Jax unbuckled his armor, dropping it to the ground. The vampire's eyes drank in the sight of the Tiefling hungrily. Jax got on the bed and held the knife to Slyus's throat, threatening him. The cold blade was a contrast to Slyus's warmer skin, he had fed recently so he felt the difference in temperature.

"I hate you with a passion." Jax growled as he pulled Slyus's underwear down to his thighs, still holding the blade to his throat. Slyus smirked with mischief.

"Passion is still in there." He purred as he grabbed the base of Jax's tail and gave it a hard tug. The Tiefling snarled at him.

"Shut up!" Jax barked as he pressed the knife harder into Slyus's skin, the bard only moaned beneath him. Jax grabbed the bard's eager cock, he wrapped his hand around the base of it. He tugged aggressively. A feral growl came from the bard.

"Fuck..." Slyus moaned and arched his hips, the knife still at his throat and Jax worked him. The Tiefling leaned in and kissed the half elf angrily, his tongue pushing past his lips and finding the bard's tongue. Jax pulled away and bit Slyus's lip, drawing blood.

Jax's hand worked faster, Slyus felt the familiar burn in his stomach already, he bucked his hips wildly. Jax knew and smirked, just as Slyus was about to reach his peak, Jax withdrew his hand.

Slyus let out a pathetic whimper.

"Why did you stop?" He asked, Jax looked at him deadpan and replied casually,

"Because I hate you."

Slyus huffed irritably, the tips of his ears twitched and so did his aching cock. Jax withdrew the knife and then flipped them over, so that he was on the bottom. Slyus didn't hesitate to start kissing down Jax's chest and abdomen.

When he got down to the Tiefling's length, he took him into his mouth. He was considerate of his fangs. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue on the underside of Jax's cock. Slyus smiled triumphantly when he heard the Tiefling growl.

His fingers tangled into the bard's hair forcing his head down further, since the vampire didn't need to breathe, he didn't choke so he was able to take the entire 7" Jax gave him.

"Fuck..." Jax growled as he grabbed Slyus's hair tighter, growling like a feral animal.

The Tiefling pulled the bard off his cock,

"Stand up." He commanded, Slyus got off the bed along with Jax.

"Kneel." The Tiefling said as he pointed to the ground, Slyus obeyed and glided to his knees, his cock still twitching eager to be touched.

Jax grabbed Slyus's hair again and shoved his cock into his mouth, he was relentless as he fucked the vampire's throat. He threw the knife on the bed and used both hands to grab Slyus's hair.

His thrusts were powerful as he pounded into the bard's mouth. Slyus took it willingly.

"You nasty little bard, is this what you wanted, huh?" Jax rasped as he continued with no mercy. Slyus only hummed in response unable to speak, saliva slid down his chin as he tried to keep up with the pace.

Jax slowed down and pulled out, a long string of saliva followed his cock for a moment as he left Slyus's mouth, the bard kept his tongue out as he panted, despite not needing to. His pupils blown wide with desire.

Jax leaned down and grabbed his throat again, kissing with a heated passion that was full of hate. He pulled back and dragged the bard back to the bed, throwing him.

Slyus laid on his stomach and smirked over his shoulder, Jax was on top of him in seconds. He curled his tail around Slyus's legs. He put his fingers into Slyus's mouth, the bard sucked on his digits eagerly, Jax panted as he watched, his cock twitching.

When they were slick enough, Jax withdrew them and fingered the bard, stretching him wide, preparing him to be fucked. Slyus let out a long moan, his fangs elongating as he felt pleasure, his fingers digging into the sheets.

Jax withdrew his fingers and shoved his cock into Slyus, the bard yelped. Jax held the back of his neck and mounted him, he fucked him into the mattress. His thrusts were unforgiving as he drove deep into the vampire. Holding him down.

Jax moved his hands and grabbed Slyus's hips in a bruising grip, his thighs flexed as he thrusted forwards relentlessly.

"Fuck, you're tight." Jax hissed as he held his hips, fucking him with no mercy. The bard was a mess of moans and jumbled sentences. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, only cry out.

Jax pounded the poor bard into oblivion, he moved one hand to the back Slyus's neck again, pinning him to the mattress, the bard was lost in ecstasy, drool pooled from his mouth from the intensity, his eyes half lidded.

Jax let out guttural grunts as he continued, he leaned down and grabbed Slyus's chest, sitting them up on their knees. He grabbed the knife again and held it to the bard's throat as he grabbed his cock again.

Slyus let out a shaky whine as he thrusted forward,

"Stop that!" Jax hissed, Slyus whimpered pathetically.

"Then go faster, you bastard!" The bard cried, Jax bit into Slyus's shoulder and fucked him harder while stroking his cock faster. Slyus's eyes fluttered as he moaned loudly, he threw his head back, he was writhing.

"Do you want to cum, little bard?" Jax asked when he released Slyus's shoulder, he nodded against the Tiefling.

"Beg for it." Jax commanded, Slyus whimpered, he could barely speak,

"Beg or I'll stop!" Jax threatened.

"Please, let me cum!" Slyus cried, he felt the heat pooling, he was close.

"You can do better than that." Jax whispered against his ear, biting his lobe. Slyus was on the verge of tears.

"Please, I beg you, let me cum! Please! Ple-" Slyus pleaded pathetically, he was so close. Jax fucked him faster and stroked his cock harder.

"Good boy." Jax smirked as he allowed the bard to finally release. Slyus's orgasm crashed down on him in white pulsing waves. He wailed as his body spasmed, his toes curling tightly, his fangs fully exposed and his eyebrows knitted together.

He shot thick ropes onto the mattress, his cock convulsing in Jax's hand as he orgasmed. His voice raw and unfiltered.

When he was done and came down from his high, he went slack. Jax pulled out and dragged him out of bed.

"Kneel." He said, the bard still weak in the legs collapsed to the floor.

"Open wide, bard." Jax told him, Slyus opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Jax gave his cock a few tugs before painting the bard's face with his seed with a loud growl.

Slyus kept his mouth open and closed one of his eyes instinctively, he caught what he could. Some of it even got in his hair.

Jax panted and let go of himself, walking to the edge of the bed, leaving Slyus on the floor marked. The bard licked his lips and stood.

"What are we going to tell Lilith?" He asked, Jax didn't bother looking up.

"Tell her what?" He countered.

"That we fucked." Slyus smirked. Jax looked up as he put on his trousers,

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, Slyus blinked at him.

"Excuse me?" He said offended.

"You're just going to pretend like nothing happened?" He asked frustrated, Jax walked out of the chambers shirtless as he opened the door, he called back.

"That's because nothing did happen, little bard."

Jax left the room, leaving Slyus to contemplate everything that just happened.

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PART 2!!!

A/N: SOBBING Tumblr has a word limit so I had to break my last request up into 2 parts- I loved it too much to try trimming down the words. This one's for you 🌼 Anon!!! A/N: Just in case anyone's confused, I'm aware we got nish about how the Spider Venom works, I just sprinkled in my own headcanons for this one! Hope you don't mind :3c CW: Kidnapping

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The entire time you talk, Macaque stays reclining in a particularly large tree. He doesn't seem to be paying attention, even cleaning out one of his ear with his pinkie claw. Once you're done, he just inspects his claw and flicks away whatever was there before saying, "Hmmm...no."

He glances over at you. "Oh, are you surprised? C'mon Y/N, you know me better than that."

In the blink of an eye, he's right in front of you, eyes glowing purple. "You think I'm gonna let one of the best things that's ever happened to me just walk away? You're a gem." Macaque pats your cheek, notably without the gentle force he normally uses. "And you know what happens to gems?" Macaque waves his hand, causing the shadow lantern to appear. "They're kept in their chests."

The last thing you see before being pulled in is Macaque's face completely devoid of his cavalier humor, cruelty tinging his face instead.

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Syntax pauses his typing, fingers frozen above the keyboard. His back is to you as he sits in his office chair, making it impossible to see his expression. After a few seconds, he taps a button, causing the metal door to his office to slam shut. "Really, Y/N, I thought you had better sense than that. However, if this is how you feel, then I suppose I have no other option." Syntax turns around and stands from his rolling chair, going over to you and shoving you against the wall, his mechanical arachnid limbs caging you in. "Luckily for the both of us, there's a patch for the little bug in your brain. Now it only hurts for a minute..."

Syntax suddenly grabs both of your wrists in a surprisingly strong grip, his other hand grabbing your head and yanking it firmly to the side, exposing your neck. He bites down, not caring that you scream and begin to struggle. In his head he's already counting down the seconds. Too little venom and the most that will happen is paralysis, but too much venom and it will overload your mortal system, killing you. He allows the bite a few extra seconds, as a spider-human hybrid demon his venom isn't as powerful as Huntsman's or Goliath's. Once he's certain enough time has past, he slowly detaches his teeth. He kisses the bite before saying, "It might hurt, but I promise you'll feel much, much better when this is all over."

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You'd gone to visit the Mayor in his office to deliver the news. He was sitting behind his desk in his spartanly decorated office space, hands folded on the desk, wide smile never faltering as you tell him what's what. After you're done, he doesn't move for a few seconds before saying, "That was a very well-done argument. No, my dear Y/N, you are right! I hear you loud and clear. I have not been paying enough attention to you, and now you feel slighted and neglected. Poor, dear thing, no wonder you're lashing out." The room's temperature suddenly begins massively dropping until you can see your breath. The Mayor's eyes are glowing a faint blue as he holds your hands in both of his own. "I know just what we need, a little vacation so that we might reconnect! I won't be taking no for an answer, it's already settled!"

Blue chains suddenly appear, clasping around your wrists and neck. "I will take an entire week off of work just for you, my dear! A whole seven days just to ourselves! Oh, I have so many fun things to show you. The games we will play, the fun we will have!" The Mayor lets out one of his maniacal laughs. "Come, Y/N, let me take you home."

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Nezha choked on the tea he had been sipping when you told him you wanted to break things off. With a look of panic, he grabs your face, examining you all over. "Y/N! Why did you not tell me? Come to your senses! Can you hear me in there?!"

When asked what he's doing, he looks at you with such a worried expression it could break a heart. "I do not know when you were possessed. It is my error that I did not noticed sooner. The Y/N I know would never leave my side, not for a moment." He scoops you into his arms, pressing his cheek to yours as he begins flying rapidly upwards. "We will head to the Celestial Realm where the finest of Heaven will examine you and help to expel this demon. Don't worry, Y/N, I'll always keep you safe."