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mothdruid · 2 years

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The Guy Next Door

pairing: college neighbor jake ‘hangman’ seresin x afab!reader

summary: year after year he was there. the universe had to have something against you, leaving the man that pissed you off at your every turn. one night you decide to confront him, again, only for it to end with a confession you weren't expecting.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, oral sex (f to m), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names (doll), dirty talk, hate sex turned soft???

a/n: college neighbor jake is finally here!!! sorry it took forever for me to write this.

It all started your freshman year of college. Life was great. You were finally on your own, able to explore whatever you wanted. Everything was going fine until you arrived at your English course. That was when you met him.

Jake Seresin.

Everyone had been infatuated with him from day one, except you. He would flash his smile and everyone would giggle, teachers included. All you could do was roll your eyes and focus on your assignments. But it all got worse when you two were paired up for a peer review. All you had to do was make it through the semester, then he would be gone.

Wrong.

When you arrived at your sociology class the next semester, he was there. The man with the ego the size of Jupiter. But alas here he was. You tried to keep your distance, but he didn’t seem to care. He sat directly next to you, smiling wildly as you rolled your eyes.

“What do you want?”

“What? Don’t want some familiar company?”

A group project was assigned to you two. All you wanted to do was murder him. His snide comments, barely helping with the work, and everything else he did. You thought about informing the teacher, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Then the semester ended.

The summer rolled by quickly, visiting family back home. Before you knew it you were moving into your new apartment. It was one that was one campus. The apartments were just finished last year. You saw many people carrying boxes into them, including a familiar face. All you could hope for was that his apartment wouldn’t be near yours.

Wrong again. He was your next door neighbor. And not only was he your next door neighbor as a sophomore and junior. You prayed that for your senior year he wouldn’t be your neighbor. Hell, you’d even be okay with him being two doors down. Just not your next door neighbor. But the world must have been laughing at you.

Your senior year when you showed up to your apartment, boxes in tow, you immediately recognized the Dallas Cowboys doormat. A rage boiled inside of you, frustrated at your luck through the years. Four years of being stuck with one of the most annoying, pompous, egotistical asshats for four years. The only thing you were thankful for was that you had different majors, meaning you only had to see him in passing.

“Hey doll, did you miss me?”

“In your dreams, Jake.”

He just got under your skin. Every loud game night he had with Bradley and Javy. The occasional chick you could hear. Sometimes you wondered if he actually made those girls feel good, or if he was just paying them to be loud. You had confronted him about it in the past, on multiple occasions. At first you had tried being nice about it, but he made it hard. That charming smile and gorgeous emerald green eyes made you want to punch him. And tonight, you weren’t going to let it slide. It was one of the only nights you had for yourself.

You didn’t work that day and had finished your homework earlier in the week. You were planning on curling up on the couch, getting wine drunk while Brooklyn 99 played in the background. You might have been two glasses of wine in, but there was no denying it. You heard cheering through the walls. You quickly did a google for NFL games and saw that the Cowboys were in fact playing. They were in the fourth quarter, up by a touchdown with a minute and a half left. So, you waited.

It had been thirty-minutes since the game ended. You slipped on your slippers, then replaced your loose t-shirt with a baggy zip up hoodie. You weren’t trying to be presentable, you were trying to look like an irritated neighbor. You slipped out of your apartment, locking it behind you before heading to his door. You stood on the Cowboys doormat, knocking then crossing your arms.

It was a few moments until the door swung open, being greeted by a devilish smile that made your eyes roll. He leaned against the door frame,hands attached to the top of the frame as he leaned towards you. His eyes raked over you, taking in your messy yet comfortable attire. You heard a bit of shuffling behind him, not paying it any attention. You wished looks could kill, had for a long time because if they did, Jake wouldn’t be in your life.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Jake asked with a playful smirk.

“Haha, funny.” Your nose crinkled at his comment. He was truly the worst.

“If you want me to tuck you back in, I will. I just have some company over.”

“Jake, we need to have a talk. Again.” Jake looked back over his shoulder, presumably to Bradley and Javy. You knew it was the two of them, Jake didn’t watch football with anyone else.

You heard some more rustling before the two of them finally came into view. Jake leaned towards the side of the door, crossing his arms as his friends left. Javy awkwardly waved at you as he scooted past you. Bradley gave you and Jake both a nod, moving past the two of you and following Javy down the hallway. After the two of them were out of sight you turned back to Jake. He had one arm propped up against the door frame, the other hand grabbing the door.

“And to what do I owe the honor?” Jake asked, biting his bottom lip and looking at you.

“You know why.” You let out a huff, crossing your arms across your chest.

“If I did, would I be asking?” Jake quipped back. You glared at him, irritation starting to boil under your skin. “Shouldn’t make that face doll, it doesn’t look good.”

“Jake, it’s the same thing every time.” He tilted his head against the door frame, a twinkle in his eye. He stood up straight, arm on the door frame and hand still on the door. He leaned towards you with a playful look.

“Is it? ‘Cause I’m starting to think you just want to come over to see me.” Everything inside of you wanted to wipe the floor with his shit eating grin.

“Why the fuck, would I ever want to see you?” Something was boiling deep inside of you now. Something you couldn’t pinpoint exactly.

Jake watched as your eyes went wide, nostrils flaring in irritation. It filled his heart with joy. He had been admiring you for years, trying to crack that little shell of yours. But your shell stayed as sturdy as steel, never breaking or cracking. That’s when he made it his mission to at least rile you up. Any amount of attention you would give him, he feasted on. Yearning for more. More side eyes, more glares, more harsh words, more ego crushing sentiments.

“Because I’m handsome, sexy, charming, funny, and a lot of other things.”

“More like annoying, loud, obnoxious, vexing, and so many unflattering things.”

The two of you stood there, staring at one another. His emerald eyes raked down over your body, flicking back up to your eyes. This was the first time you were able to take in his attire. Grey joggers, that fit him a little too well, and a black t-shirt, that also fit a little too well. He crossed his arms over his chest, biceps flexing against the material of the sleeves. His chest seemed a little bit bigger now too, almost like he was flexing his pecs.

It wasn’t that Jake wasn’t attractive, because he was. Way more attractive than any person you had ever dated. Honestly, more attractive than any other man you had seen on campus. It’s like he had been made in a laboratory, or even carved by Greek statue makers. He was who every little girl dreamed of marrying when they got older. He looked like a fucking ken doll. But his personality, it was grating.

“Jake, I just wan-”

Without warning, his lips were pressed against yours. His hands moved to your hips, pushing the hoodie you wore up, exposing some skin. His touch was searing against your skin, fueling the irritation already festering inside of you. You kissed him back though, pressing your body flush to his. You needed him to feel your irritation, and if this was the way, then so be it. He guided the both of you back into his apartment, swiping the door shut before pressing you up against it.

His fingers traced the top of your bike shorts, pulling your hips flush against his own. You could feel his cock already getting hard in his joggers. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking for silent entry. You let his tongue slip into your mouth, working over every inch of your mouth. He was dominating, body covering yours as his tongue took control of your mouth. The irritation was still bubbling deep inside of you, but it wasn’t telling you to stop. One of his legs slotted between yours, applying the right amount of pressure against your now weeping cunt.

“Fuck!” You pulled back from his mouth, letting out a whimper.

“That’s it baby, go on and say my name.” Jake chuckled, moving down to mouth at your throat and shoulder. His tongue felt like lava on your skin, searing everything it touched. “I know you want to.”

“In your dreams.” You muttered, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Trust me doll, it’s already in them.” Your cunt clenched at the implications of his words. The thought of him thinking about you in this manner, it was sinful.

A moan rippled through you when he pressed his thigh against the apex of your thighs. Your hips stuttered, giving into the delicious pleasure he was giving you. The thin material of your bike shorts was the only thing separating the two of you. You had decided not to wear panties after your shower earlier. You silently thanked yourself while rocking back and forth on his thigh. Your wetness was most likely soaking your bike shorts, creating a wet spot on your shorts and his joggers.

“You seem a little eager, doll.” He teased, feeling the faint sensation of your wetness soaking his pants.

“Eager for you to shut up.” You quipped back, wanting him to stop. It was embarrassing but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. You wanted more of him, but you wanted him to shut his mouth and drop the fucking smirk.

“Want me to put my mouth to work? All you gotta do is ask.” Jake dipped his head into the space where your neck met your shoulder. His tongue darted out to lap at your skin, pressing his thigh tighter against your clothed cunt.

A moan ripped through your throat while you rocked your hips against his thigh. One of Jake’s hands moved up from your waist, tugging the collar of your sweatshirt to the side. Searing kisses trailed down to your collarbone and shoulder. Another moan erupted from you when you felt his teeth drag over your skin, nipping lightly.

You didn’t want to beg. A heat filled you when you thought about begging him to give you more. You had to maintain some form of dignity. This isn't even what you had come over for. But god, were you enjoying it. It just wasn’t enough. You need more. More kisses, more dirty talk, more touching, more of his fucking texan accent. With reluctance, you swallowed your pride only to be interrupted.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” Jake was still tucked into the crook. Hot breath coated your skin, him stopping his actions.

Without a second thought, you laced your fingers into his hair, tugging him back to look at you. A small groan left him when you tugged the golden locks. His emerald eyes watched you, taking in your lust blown eyes. He couldn’t believe you were finally looking at him like that. You looked almost feral, like an animal during mating season.

“I will move out if you don’t fuck me.” That ticked something off in Jake.

He was on you like a wild animal. His lips crashed against yours, dominating the kiss immediately. He removed his thigh from between your legs, quickly slipping his hand down your shorts. Fingers slipped between your folds swiftly, immediately finding your clit. The tightness in your abdomen was suddenly immense, almost on the edge already.

“This wet already? Do I always get you like this?” Jake teased, fingers rubbing tight circles on you.

“There’s a first time for everything.” A snarky smile covered your lips, nearly matching his own.

Jake watched as your head fell back against his door, exposing your neck once more. It took everything in him not to latch on, your skin taunting him. He wanted to watch you, see what you looked like as you came all over his hand. He had only seen it in his imagination, dreams sometimes escalating the idea. The way your mouth would fall open, whines and moans pouring from it, all while your hips would buck against his hand. God, he needed it badly.

“I hope it’s not the only time.” He adjusted to press his clothed crotch against your hip, rutting desperately.

“Don’t push it, Jake.” You bit back.

The tightness in your abdomen was almost painful. A part of you was embarrassed at the situation. No one had ever pushed you this close so fast. Let alone it be by someone you could barely stand. Your orgasm was threatening to take over at any moment. A small part of you was holding it back, not wanting to fully give in to Jake.

He slipped his left arm around your waist, pulling you snug against him. The pressure of your hip was delightful on his cock. Every sound that came from you had his cocking twitching. He wondered if you were able to feel each twitch, able to tell how needy he actually was for you.

“Fuck.” Jake barely picked up on the cuss, your whines almost hiding it completely. Your left hand reached for his right bicep, clutching it as your other hand fisted his black t-shirt. Jake didn’t say anything, just watched as the band in your abdomen snapped.

Your mouth fell agape, whines and moans pouring from it. It felt like your legs were going to give out, quivering as his fingers kept rubbing your clit. Waves of pleasure rocked through you, your body trying to curl in from the sensation. You couldn’t help but rest your face on Jake’s chest, breathing in his scent.

“Who would have thought, someone so angry could look so hot when they came.” Jake whispered in your ear, removing his hand from your shorts. You shot him a glare, still leaning against him.

“You thought that was hot, wait until I use you for all you’re worth.” You whispered in a harsh tone. Jake raised an eyebrow, not expecting that answer. He didn’t mean to challenge you, but that was exactly what he did. “You’re gonna sit there while I ride you, and listen to me for once.”

All Jake could do was nod, a devilish smirk on his face. He led you over to the couch, hands settling on your hips as he kissed you more. Fingers crept along the band of your bike shorts, dipping below the material to guide them down. You helped shimmy out of them, the item falling to the floor. Jake grabbed your now bare ass, kneading your flesh while pulling you closer to him. Jake groaned when he felt you start to paw at the waistband of his joggers.

“Tell me, doll. Tell me you want me, want my cock.” Jake teased, a smirk forming on his lips.

You looked at him, inching his boxers and joggers over the swell of his ass. You refused to tell him you wanted him, even though a part of you was now begging to give in. His eyes were trained on you as you slowly moved down. You moved down to your knees as you pulled his clothing off, kneeling in front of him. You broke eye contact with him, finally looking at his cock.

“Fuck.” You whispered.

His cock was just as beautiful as him. The head was red and angry, begging for attention. You took him in your hand, stroking lightly. He twitched in your hand, silently begging. You looked up, locking with his emerald eyes. His chest was moving heavier while watching you stroke him. He went to speak, only for you to lick the head of his cock. The tip of your tongue gathered his precum, running it over your upper lip.

“You look so good like this.” Jake said, groaning when you took the head of his cock in your mouth.

The skin felt like silk on your tongue. The smooth sensation was intoxicating, driving you to bob your head a little faster. Your tongue worked along the underneath of his cock, tracing a slightly prominent vein. His hand came down to the back of your head, resting there. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, your nose eventually touching the neatly trimmed curls at the base of his cock. Your hand came up, lightly massaging his balls as you deepthroated him.

“Fuck, doll,” Jake brought his hand around to your jaw, “it’s like your mouth was made for my cock.”

You pulled back a little, keeping a majority of him still in your mouth. You just needed a little bit of space to breath before taking him all the way back down. He started stroking the hinge of your jaw. His fingers followed your jaw, coming up to tracing your lips. Your eyes had started to water by now. Jake grabbed your hair, pulling you off of him.

“Ride me. Now.”

Jake sat down on the couch behind him, hand loosening from your hair. You climbed up into his lap, pressing down against his cock. His hands gripped your hips as you rocked back and forth on him, your wetness mixing with the saliva still coating his cock. The head of his cock slipped past your folds, rubbing your clit. You shuddered at the sensation, letting your head fall back as shock waves of pleasure ran through you.

A part of you was eager for this, irritation melting into excitement. Your body had started to give into the pleasure, focusing now on just getting stretched open by him. One of your hands rested on his clothed chest, the other reaching behind you for his cock. You lined him up with your entrance, pausing before sinking down.

Moans left the both of you as you slowly sank down his cock. His hands tightened on your hips, your hoodie covering his hands from view. The stretch was satisfying, finally whipping away all of your irritation from your mind. You could feel him twitch inside of you, a moan slipping from you. Both of your hands gathered on Jake’s clothed chest. You cursed that he wasn’t fully undressed, craving the feeling of his skin on your hands. Jake leaned forward, kissing at your jawline.

“Take your time, doll. I can be a lot.” His words ticked something inside of you.

“Are you challenging me?” You lifted your hips abruptly and slammed back down onto him.

Jake groaned, grabbing your hips roughly. He glared at you, not answering you. You set a rough pace, bouncing on him rapidly. The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, moans and groans mixing with them. You fisted your hands into his shirt, using his chest to balance yourself. A burning sensation had started to take over in your thighs.

Jake threw his head back, groaning while you bounced on him. It was better than he could have ever imagined. Your warmth was enveloping him, pushing him closer to his peak. Jake looked up at you, watching your focused face as you rode him. A part of him wondered if you were even enjoying it, or only accepting the “challenge”. He grabbed your hips roughly, stilling your movements. His thumbs circled on your hips softly.

“Use me.” Jake said, locking eyes with you.

Your eyes widened at his words. A small amount of embarrassment was starting to set in. You hadn’t realized that you weren’t fully enjoying yourself. But Jake did. This guy who pissed you off to no end, he noticed you weren’t fully enjoying yourself. You nodded.

You started your pace again, slower this time. You rocked and rolled your hips against his, eliciting moans from the both of you. Jake’s hands on your hips helped guide you, slowly rolling your hips. The burning in your thighs was becoming tiring, something Jake was picking up on. He leaned up against you, lips almost on your earlobe.

“Lean on me, let me take care of you.”

You nodded, pressing your chest against his. His hands wrapped around to grab your ass, lifting you up while spreading your ass. He started to thrust up into you. The change of angles had the head of his cock hitting the sensitive part inside of you. You fisted his shirt again, moaning into the fabric. He was pounding into that spot, quickly pushing you to your climax.

“Fuck, Jake!” You gave in when you came, moaning his name loudly.

Pleasure washed over you, making your brain short circuit. No man had ever got you to come twice, or even once, and you never would have expected it to be Jake of all people. He kept fucking into you, letting you ride out your high. Whines poured from you, your body becoming too sensitive from all the pleasure. With only a few more thrusts, Jake pulled out and unloaded all over your ass.

The two of you sat there, catching your breath. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart pound. Jake rested his head back against the couch, one hand trailing up your back underneath your hoodie. You heard a soft huff when his hand got to your upper back.

“What?”

“Of course you aren’t wearing a bra.” Jake said, earning an eye roll from you.

“I wasn’t planning on being ‘invited’ in.” You responded.

“You’re more than welcome to stay.” Jake started absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back.

You were shocked at the offer.

“Jake, I-”

“I’ve always liked you.” You sat up, looking down at him with wide eyes. A heat started to sear in your cheeks.

“You what?”

“Ever since freshman year English.” Jake confessed. It was now or never in his mind.

“But,” you shook your head, “why the fuck did you act like this? All these years of annoyance?”

“How else was I supposed to get your attention? You never gave me the time of day.” Jake said.

He wasn’t wrong. Right off the bat you wrote him off, not wanting anything to do with him. It wasn’t really anything to do with him, more the persona that he carried. You wrapped your arms around yourself, leaning back into him. A part of you was embarrassed about how you had acted over the years, never giving him even a chance.

“I don’t know, but this wasn’t the way.”

“I mean, I got you in the end.” Jake chuckled, hand moving under your hoodie again.

“I wouldn’t say you have me. Take me on a proper date then we can talk.”

“Anything for you, doll.”

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abybweisse · 8 months

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Ch208, Spoilers part 1

Flashback time for Snake 😢

I have a feeling this is his life flashing before his eyes as a reaper reviews his cinematic records, but I don't have confirmation on it.

Finny is running away while crying and apologizing, which is how ch207 ended, while Doll is still holding Snake and crying.

He is thinking about the experiences he's had with each of them, particularly the good times.

And thinking about how he's been given a new chance in life (at least twice) -- once from Noah's Arc Circus and then from our earl. Then he starts to flashback even farther, to when he was kept in a cage as a freak show oddity.

We see numerous cages, most of which contain snakes. It seems that's how he got the snakes he has now; they were brought along to Noah's Ark Circus with him, away from the freak show.

As part of the show, people go into the tent to view him and the snakes. He's kept in rags, without proper clothing, so that people may see most of his scaly skin (and think of him as sub-human or at least savage and wild.

While people watch, the man in charge (I guess) gives him a mouse to eat. Idk if the mouse is dead or just knocked out, but it's not struggling. We can finally see that not only does he have the slitted eyes and fangs, but his tongue is also forked (or possibly surgically split).

Spectators are grossed out and/or excited to see this, but it looks like the father here loses interest quickly and wants to move onto the next attraction, so he pulls his kid away from Snake's cage. The showman also walks away, but I'm not sure what he's saying as he turns to leave.

As soon as he's not being watched, Snake spits out the mouse and gives it to a snake he can reach up towards. From what little I can see of the markings, it might be Wilde.

Then, one day, he has some new visitors....

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desertdollranch · 6 months

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Opening and reviewing my first Australian Girl doll

She spent more than a month in a box, making her way halfway across the world to her new home, and now here she is! I'm so relieved that she arrived safely. It was the longest I've ever had to wait for a doll, and through much of her journey I didn't know where she was or when she would be here.

I don't want to drop too big of a spoiler, but listen to this........ she was so worth the wait, and the money. This doll instantly won my heart with how exquisite she is in every way.

Australian Girl dolls were specially made for Australian children, by Helen Schofield, a grandmother who loved dolls. She created the brand when she couldn't find an age appropriate doll that was locally available or good quality. So she created these dolls to help children feel pride in Australian culture, while teaching them about friendship and empathy. There are five girls to befriend--Amy, Jasmine, Emily, Bronte, and Matilda, each representing a different region of the country, ethnicity, and lifestyle.

The company itself has quite high standards. They strive to reduce waste in their product packaging, and they use a factory in China that treats its workers humanely and does not use child labor.

If you've been around my blog for a while, you know how much I love collecting diverse brands and types of play dolls, especially international dolls. Also, this one will be extra special because I actually have an Australian grandmother--she's also a doll collector, and I'm looking forward to showing her my new doll the next time I see her.

After the cut, I'll show you who she is, and talk about why I chose her. I'll compare her with similar-sized dolls as well, and have her do some dressing up.

Before we get to the unboxing, let's check out the little goodies included with my doll.

First is a little pamphlet explaining why the dolls are special, but also represent real girls growing up in Australia.

There's another pamphlet about how to care for your doll.

All of the dolls come with a fun freebie: this cute pair of thongs.

Another freebie (a $30 AUD value) is this very sturdy doll carrier with pockets for accessories.

I also bought a pair of sneakers for my new girl. I figured her feet would be a bit larger than my other dolls, and these are cute, so she now has three pairs of shoes to wear.

Anyway. Enough of the small stuff. Let's let her out of the box.

It's Amy from Adelaide!

I chose Amy after three entire years of being indecisive and going back and forth on exactly which Australian Girl I wanted. They're all equally adorable, so I picked Amy because her personality seems very sweet, and I love that she has mixed heritage. According to the Austrlaian Girl dolls website, Amy's family tree is a mix of Aboriginal and Dutch on her mother's side, and English and Indian/Fijian on her father's side. Very representative of modern Australia!

I have no regrets. She is perfect!!! Just the most charming little angel. I am officially WOWED.

I'm seriously impressed at the superior quality of her construction. I understand why she was priced a bit higher than similar dolls. She is, from head to toe, beautifully made, with so many sweet details. Her dress and shoes are also impeccably made and feel very durable.

Her hair is flawless. It's a Kanekalon wig with loose curls, in a gorgeous shade of brown. Her eyes open and close. She has both painted and attached eyelashes.

She has a gap between her big toe and the next toe, so she can wear her sandals and thongs.

Her elbows are dimpled and she has subtle blush color on parts of her skin, including elbows and hands.

She has a crease across her palm.

She has articulation at her shoulders, hips, and neck. Her limbs, head, and shoulders are vinyl, and she has a huggable soft tummy. I don't really have a strong preference for either cloth torsos, vinyl torsos, or half and half like Amy. They all have pros and cons. This specific construction is nice in that she can wear low-neckline clothes without showing a cloth body, but it does make her harder to repair in case she has to be fixed.

I have a pretty good idea of what she'll be wearing when she's ready to change out of her pink party dress.

The first photo shows her in a dress I made. The second is a Maplelea dress and hat. The rest are all American Girl brand clothing, except for the shoes. Amy can comfortably wear most stretchy clothes by AG and similar brands like Our Generation, but her feet absolutely will not fit AG, OG, or Maplelea shoes.

The exception to the clothes is some of the tighter pieces. This AG shirt did not fit well. Amy's shoulders are a bit more broad than smaller dolls, and so without some extra give this is too tight.

Amy is 20 inches/51 centimeters tall. Here she is next to my Our Generation doll Jordana. I'm using an OG doll because they're actually available locally in Australia. Whereas American Girl dolls, which I usually use when I compare brands, have to make an overseas journey. So it's only fair that I consider any Australians reading this now who are wondering how Amy compares.

Amy is tall, but not the tallest doll in the family! Here she is next to Fernanda, my Karito Kids doll, who is about an inch taller although slimmer. Karito Kids dolls are in fact just slightly skinnier than American Girl dolls, so they have a much easier time sharing clothes.

In conclusion, I highly highly recommend this doll. She's absolutely sublime! I'm so thrilled to have her here, and I'm looking forward to having lots of adventures with her.

Obviously I'm far from Australia, but my Amy will still live her life as if she were in a suburb outside of the city of Adelaide. I've been looking at pictures of the geography of the state of South Australia, and there are some places in the mountainous parts that look pretty similar to the desert southwest where I live. So Amy will have no idea she's actually in the USA. Don't tell her the truth!

#australian girl dolls #20 inch dolls #international dolls #doll review

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taybatwo2 · 11 months

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Vampire Heart Draculaura Review Part 4 of 4

In this final part of my review, I’ll be comparing her a bit more to some other Monster High vampires.

Including my G1 Elissabat (who really needs her hair de-glued) and I’ve had her hair “restyled” like that ever since I got her just because I liked how she wore it up in the flashbacks in “Frights, Camera, Action.” The picture above has mini-dress Draculaura with Elissabat, the true Vampire Queen. Luckily she’s pretty cool with this Draculaura playing dress up, as long as she gets to try on her outfit too.

Also, I had never undressed my Eissabat before and didn’t know these were two separate pieces!

And here is she is!!! I kept her puff purple sleeves to make it fit more with her color scheme. It’s not a bad look at all and I would have loved to have seen a true Vampire Queen Eissabat Collector doll.

Something like this, but even more dramatic. Give her some large vampire wings, layers of bows and bats and deep purples, a better looking tiara to house the vampire’s heart than what she wore in the movie, the works!

I think her boots look better under the dress than Draculaura’s though.

Her purples and large bell skirt gown are also kinda reminding me of this collector Barbie:

The true Vampire Queen….

….and now

Jump scare!

I wanted to compare G2’s hair play Draculaura (my favorite of my G2 Draculaura) due to the light pink steaks in her hair (as I thought it was the same light pink Saran) and her “darker face-up.” Turns out, it is actually a shade darker than Vampire Heart Draculaura’s and her makeup is not as dark as I remembered.

The difference in these dolls are night day, so onto something a bit closer.

Draculaura’s 50 dollar Amazon Exclusive collector doll vs Amazon’s Exclusive Collector 90/100 dollar doll.

I never thought I’d say this, but I actually way prefer the new doll over the old one in every way except for the lack of diary in the current release.

I was actually never a huge fan of the Collector Draculaura’s eyes (they look better far away and look like they were designed by Tim Burton) or her extra long body (I did like the chest articulation though, but thought an ever TALLER Draculaura looked odd), and prefer the new face up and eyelashes on the newer doll.

It does look like they have that same really light pink Saran.

They both have crumby stands that don’t hold the doll very well (at least Collector Draculaura’s is beautifully detailed).

And surprisingly non of these lace/lattice patterns were present on Vampire Heart’s Draculaura’s skirt. The embroidery on Collector Draculaura is still unmatched though, and she’s still an extremely lovely doll.

Buuuuut, she surprisingly has more in common with Haunte Couture Draculaura than Vampire Heart’s and visa versa.

She’s like the in between of Vampire Heart’s and Haunte Couture (similar colors to Vampire Heart’s, buuuut the same layered skirt with bat wing edges, heel/sole to her shoes, and a cape that attaches to her wrists…and I guess hats and rooted eyelashes that Haunt Couture has).

Well, Draculaura likes to reuse and update pieces of her wardrobe from her long life.

“Come play with us Vampire Heart Draculaura.” For fun, I compared OG Draculaura (whose hair has been degreased with LA’s Totally Awesome, but she just needs to be retro-brighted and I haven’t had time to do that).

She has the much skinner eyes of the OG Draculaura than the more “show accurate” Creeproduction Draculaura, but has the darker pink skin tone of the Creeproduction.

Well, I think that’s everyone, let’s get you to the Vampire Heart ball, or whatever ball your vampires are celebrating this week.

Huh. Looks like Valentine has offered to dance with you Draculaura. I wonder if he’s reformed in this timeline too….

Wait, now the famous movie star -and nothing else- Elissabat wants to dance with you instead. I’m sure Lord Stoker will be glad at all the attention you’re receiving….such a graceful model Vampi-

Tripped over Fangelica….it looks like she’s in this timeline too…

Anyways, all bow down to the Vampire Queen, the most beautiful of Monster High’s Skullector’s dolls (to date and my opinion).

….seriously I really want a diary to go with her…stop leaving those out Mattel!!

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sebsallowapologist · 1 year

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Little Bird || Part 2

A little jealous Sebastian 🤍

Sebastian Sallow x F! Reader • 7th Year • Friends to Lovers

warnings: cursing, feelings of insecurity

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I must have made this damn potion eight hundred times. And each time it came out worse and worse. If I didn’t know any better I would say it looks like I was TRYING to do a bad job. Professor Sharp and the rest of the class had left a while ago, not willing to miss his evening meal over watching me struggle with something most students could grasp in their third year.

I stare into the cauldron of black, bubbling goo and contemplate just sticking my head in it, if I’m lucky it’ll boil my brain and then I’d never have to make another potion again.

“Oh yikes.” Garreth mutters, coming to a halt next to my table, the only one who stayed after class. I’m guessing to work on whatever his next concoction was.

“Thanks Gareth.” I mumble, tossing in another spoonful of the ingredient closest to me, trying to make it look like I knew what I was doing and that I wasn’t some idiot staring back at her reflection in her cauldron. I stir the potion again, but this time my spoon doesn’t come back intact, the goo monster I’ve created eats away at the metal, so I’m left with just the handle. “Fuck.”

“Can I- would you like-“ he rubs the back of his neck and he tries to frame his question. “If you're offering help I’ll gladly take it.” I sigh, cutting him off. He doesn’t need to feel embarrassed, I was the one who wanted to crawl out of my skin. The quicker this potion was done the better.

“I am. Offering that is.”

“Thank god.”

I sit down on the stool next to the table and slump over as Gareth gets rid of my last horror show of an attempt. “It’s really quite easy...”

“So I’m just stupid?”

“I would never say THAT.” Gareth chuckles and starts preparing his ingredients, not even needing to look at the recipe. “Gareth, can you make me something that just fixes my brain so I understand these lessons? We’re barely at the start of term and I’m already lost. For Merlin’s sake- this is review!”

“Give yourself more credit, you missed the first four years of your education.” He said softly, not looking up from the cutting board.

“We can’t keep using that as an excuse for me.” I sigh and take off my robe. Anytime I couldnt figure something out, everyone loved using me being a late bloomer as an excuse. Magic manifested later for me, and it was like I was everyones broken doll, they all knew what happened in year five- being the hero of Hogwarts was a fluke.

I simply hard a different magic than others- I wasn’t extraordinary, I was lucky. The shine of it had all work off a long time ago.

Gareth glanced over at me, then back and the cauldron, then back at me. “C'mon. You do the mixing, I'll do the measuring.” He pulled me up from the stool and stood me next to the cauldron, a fresh un-melted spoon in my hand.

“Bless you, Weasley.”

With his careful instructions we finally finish the potion and I tried to steadily pour it into the tiny vial, but I was exhausted, my hand was cramping from doing a hundred counter clockwise turns, and then a hundred more clockside stirs. My hand holding the tiny glass container won’t stop shaking. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, wanting to give up on the whole thing.

Garreth takes his hand and covers my own, helping me hold steady. I glance up and mumble “thank you”, before gently tipping my hand and pour the potion. Once I’m done I let out the breath I was holding out and looked up at Gareth. Before I can say anything someone clears their throat at the entrance of the classroom.

Sebastian is standing there, tie loose around his neck. “Bird, you weren’t at dinner.”

“Yeah I was busy failing potions.” I sigh and put the stopper on my vial. It’s about now when I realize just how close Gareth and I are standing. I blush and take a step back. “Thank you for your help. Maybe I’ll graduate this year.” I smile- walking over to the professor's desk to drop off my finished work.

“You could have found me for help.” Sebastian said as I walked over to him, grabbing my bag and cloak on the way. He runs his hand gently down my back in greeting. I shrug. Of course he’d be able to help. The ever- brilliant professor's son.

“I’m happy to help.” Gareth said. His voice sounded deeper than it had just a few moments ago. “Since you’re not in this potions class. You don’t know the coursework.”

“I’m taking private classes with Sharp.” Sebastian smiled. “Anything she needs help with I can pick it up.” Sebastian had a lot of those, the private lessons. After Sebastian worked to turn his shit around last year Sharp had taken an interest, impressed with Seb getting serious about training to be ‘the greatest auror the world had ever seen’ or at least that's what he said..

“Do you think they’re still serving food? I’m starved.” And tired of listening to this who’s better at potions battle. Men.

Sebastian breaks eye contact with Gareth to look down at me, frowning. “I think they’re all done serving. We-“

“I haven’t eaten either. I can accompany you to dinner. Somewhere in Hogsmeade maybe?” Gareth interrupts, looking down at me. I guess the contest wasn’t over.

Sebastian shoots him a look that could kill. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes. “That's nice of you- but I’m dead tired. I think I’ll head off to bed.”

“Right- right. Well. Goodnight then.” Gareth mutters standing there for one more too awkward second before ducking out of the classroom, leaving Sebastian and I alone. “You’re gone to bed?” he chuckles, knowing I couldn’t be serious.

I roll my eyes and grab his cloak, dragging him out of the classroom and toward the room of requirement.

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Sensing my hunger the room had sandwiches, butterbeer and snacks laid out for our arrival. I grab a few things and walk toward my meadow. “Are you coming?” I ask Sebastian, who’s eyeing the candies the room put out.

“Sometimes I get overwhelmingly jealous of your room, you know if I ever come here alone I don’t get this kind of treatment. And Deek always gives me a look..”

“I’m glad.” I giggle “If it’s coming from Deek I’m sure you deserve it.” I walk through the door that leads me to my meadow, filled with Mooncalfs. Sebastian follows close behind.

“How were the beasties over the summer?” He asks, bending down to pat one gently on the head.

“Deek said very well behaved, but of course missed me terribly.” I conjure some treats and let all my little friends have dinner with us before settling in the grass to eat my own food.

“Smart little things.” Sebastian smiled and sat down next to me. As always we sat back to back, using each other's weight to prop ourselves up. Just like we did for hours and hours after everything that happened in year five. Facing away from each other, admitting what terrible things we had to do, those marks we carried on our soul forever. It got easier to deal with the farther away we got from it, but it was always there, the thing that always bound us.

“Thought for a thought.” I say and take a bite of my sandwich. A little game we played, passing back the things that flew through our heads.

“I'm very happy to be home.” I smile, starting us off. “I feel so empty, and lonely all summer.”

“You live in London.” He sighs. “I don’t understand how you can feel lonely there.”

Because you’re not there. Was the answer, but it was his turn to say a thought outloud.

“I’m very happy to not be alone anymore either." he mumbles, and I look down at the grass. I put my hand on top of his, curling my fingers in a comforting squeeze.

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow #Sebastian sallow x you #gareth weasley

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lilbabybutts · 21 days

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Doll Review: The Sweetheart

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The Sweetheart Collection is the newest release of Euphoria.Sense dolls made for their brand new Euphoria.6 AI. The stock models come in three skin tones, two sexes, and only one body type each. For a company whose slogan is “Every doll is made for you,’ it’s a considerably less diverse collection than Euphoria fans are accustomed to. Euphoria.Sense does offer their custom build services for the Sweethearts, but depending on the bells and whistles, you could be looking at prices even the most dedicated collectors would wince at.

The software, the newest edition of the original, yet to be replicated, Euphoria AI, is capable of problem solving and performing even complex, multiple step tasks. This doll is not just an object, but a companion with an almost limitless potential to think, sense, and emote. The AI is perfectly married to the hardware with over 8 million ‘nerve endings’, a real, robust voice replicator- no recordings, and a synthetic skin so beautiful I could write poetry about it.

It’s almost easy to forget it isn’t human.

Personality wise, the Sweetheart is happy, excitable, and affectionate. The dev team behind Euphoria.6 said in an interview that ‘loving you is the core of its personality, the thought all other thoughts stem from,’ and it shows. While it might sound like Euphoria.Sense tempting the hand of fate, so far there’s no evidence of the violent or possessive tendencies that Euphoria.3 suffered. Actually, in contrast, the Sweethearts are quite gentle and mild mannered, so much that it’s touching. In the first week, I noticed my Sweetheart looking out the window when I left for work and she was still there when I came home.

Functionally, they perform much better in all tasks than previous models. Of course any doll can follow directions, but Sweethearts seem to have no trouble interpreting figures of speech, incomplete thoughts, or even slurred or muffled voices. They have a more natural way of speaking than most dolls, though the language still isn’t as advanced as anything Bunnysoft has been putting out for years.

Their physique is a bit delicate compared to previous collections so if you’re looking for something to take a beating, the sweetheart isn’t it. What it lacks in durability it makes up for by far in feeling. The sweetheart mold has the softest, most realistic flesh out of any doll in my collection and, honestly, it’s better than real pussy.

It's a refreshingly original approach to doll design. Whatever you thought you wanted was wrong; You want the Sweetheart.

They always wanted one. They read the reviews, they follow the collector’s blogs, they watch the porn.. The real problem is the ridiculous price tag. They could probably find one much cheaper if they bought refurbished or a different brand… but this was Euphoria.Sense.. Why own one at all if not the original?

They browse the product photos. The second one is a blonde Sweetheart on their knees looking up at the camera with big glassy eyes. They immediately get up to go find their credit card.

The website promises easy clean up. A ten-day money back guarantee if none of the seals are broken. And it has all kinds of adorable accessories. It comes out to several thousands of dollars, but the overnight shipping is free.

Though apparently, it isn’t discreet. The delivery guy makes an uncomfortable face as he asks them to sign for it. The tall, ornate box might almost look like a coffin except for the giant Euphoria.Sense dollhouse logo on the front of it. Their mind is already filled with dozens of images that make them sweat.

By the time they get around to unwrapping it they're getting worked up, imaging its voice, all the cutesy, dutiful “yes master!”s and little curtseys it will do.

They cut the tape and the zip-ties before moving to the actual lock. The password is their order confirmation number. It opens and the lid pops off with a click.

Once it’s removed they stare down at their new toy. Its eyes are closed and it lays perfectly, unnaturally still. It’s so much more beautiful in person. They chose the model with lavender hair, currently tied up in two neat buns with baby blue ribbons. It’s wearing a blue peter pan collar blouse, a pair of white bloomers, tied at the waist by a satin bow, blue baby doll shoes, and white fishnet stockings. The best part of course was the intricate white ribbon collar with the Euphoria.Sense dollhouse charm in the middle. The company sold different outfits and accessories as add-on packs, but they decided against getting any for some dumb reason.

They read the instruction manual, which is the size of a textbook, for about four seconds. Whatever, they’ve seen how it works. They reach into the box and gently tilt its head to the right. They reach behind its left ear, find the button under the skin, and press it. After exactly six seconds- they count- the doll’s eyes open.

It blinks at them once or twice, eyes sparkling. It’s so adorable they want to eat it up.

“Can you get out of there?” They start.

It stands up, stepping out of the box, revealing the foam hole cut to exactly its shape. It stands there. They stand there. They don’t know what to do now exactly. Maybe they should have thought this through.

"…so. What’s your name?"

“The master has the privilege of choosing a doll’s name!" It responds a little too quickly.

“Oh, right. I guess I am your master, but I’m really not good at that kind of thing..”

They stare at the doll, feeling slightly embarrassed. The doll stares back.

“What name would you like?” They ask, looking for an easy out.

The doll’s lips twist as if giving this deep consideration. It’s very cute. “I don’t know, master. I.. don’t know what kind of things I like!”

They’re surprised by that answer. Doesn’t a doll come with a whole default personality? With likes and stuff? “Well, we can come back to it I-”

“I like you, Master!” The doll blurts out suddenly, “I don’t know many things, but I live to love my master, to fulfill all their dreams and desires.” It smiles sheepishly.

They turn bright red. They’d heard that exact line in a lot of porn before.

“Oh! Thanks! I .. like you too!” Wow.

The doll giggles. Its cheeks turn a soft rosy color.

They know how this goes in all those videos, and they have such a clear fantasy in their head, but in reality, they’re just as awkward and nervous as they are in front of real people. This is supposed to be easier! Maybe they should get to know each other first.. Or something. At least give it a name.

“Well, um.. Do you want to see your new home?”

It nods excitedly. “Yes master, very much!”

They smile, holding out their hand. The doll takes it happily, scooting ever so closer to their master. Its skin is soft and warm and incredibly life-like. For the first time they see its arms extended, exposing the ball joints only visible on the inside of the elbow, the only immediate sign it isn't human. It's kind of fascinating and kind of beautiful. Some people dislike them and try to cover them with gloves or long sleeve blouses, but they don't mind them at all. They don't need to pretend their doll is a real person, because they don't want a real person. Real people have agency, they're too complex and too selfish. All they really want is a cute little toy.

They turn, gesturing around the living room. “This is my living room. This is the couch, and the tv. You can watch it if you want.. The door to the left is the laundry room, it’s really just a closet.” They lead it through the archway to the kitchen. “This is the kitchen. It’s where all the food is. Um.. Do you eat?”

“No, master. Though I can taste, and I have a chamber in my tummy, it isn’t meant to hold food. Anything I swallow will have to be removed and then I will need to be cleaned.”

They have a pretty good idea what that’s for. That’s kind of gross. Thankfully they recall something about the self-cleaning mode from that instruction manual they sort of skimmed.

“Well if you want to taste things, you can ask me. Just don’t do it without telling me. I don’t want you to get dirty. Or choke or something.”

The doll hums. “Yes master, of course!”

They lead it back through the living room toward the hallway and open the door to the bathroom. “This is the bathroom… I don’t know if you need to use it, but this is where you'll get cleaned up. Make sure you knock before you go in, okay?”

The doll nods, still smiling brightly. It seems so pleased just to see a tiny bathroom. They close the door and move on to the end of the hall. “This is my bedroom. This is where I sleep. You can look around if you want.”

It nods, taking a shy step away from them. Reluctantly, it releases their hand, walking towards the bed. It touches the duvet carefully, investigating it. “Soft!”

It occurs to them the doll had only ever touched manufacturing equipment and plastic packaging. How many nerve endings did it have again? Just how advanced was the technology that made this doll think and feel? In principle, they didn't support giving sex dolls almost near-human processing and cognitive abilities, it was inhumane, right?...but it really wasn't their principles that had made this purchase.

“Where will I sleep, master?”

Oh. They hadn’t thought of that before. “Well.. I guess I’ll get you a bed of your own. There should be enough room in the closet.” God forbid anyone comes to visit and sees the doll, much less a whole bed for it. They make these insanely small storage boxes for the dolls that they contort into like old-school circus performers, but they didn't really like them. They were meant to be discreet so they were kind of ugly. Plus, when they were a kid, they always loved spoiling their dolls with their own pretty beds and wardrobes.. maybe even a vanity. “But for now you can sleep with me.”

The doll spins around to face them, eyes lighting up. “Really master? You mean it?”

They shrug. “Of course, silly.”

It jumps up and down excitedly. “Thank you master!! Can I get in the bed now? I would like to feel it!”

They nod, laughing softly. “You’re precious.”

“I am?”

“Yes! You are.”

“Thank you master! That’s a wonderful name!”

Oh. Well. That wasn’t what they meant, but it suited them. And they hadn’t thought of anything else so far. “Yes, you can get in the bed, Precious.”

It beams, climbing carefully onto the bed, trying not to disturb the covers. It slowly, gently lays on its back, spreading its arms out on either side. It's kind of angelic. Its blouse rides up slightly, exposing a few inches of its tummy. One of the best things about this model is its size. It isn’t thin like a lot of the popular or cheaper models. It's pleasantly chubby, with soft, squishy thighs and a rounder tummy. They have the sudden urge to kiss it.

Suddenly, the awkwardness from before is gone completely. They go to the edge of the bed and sit next to the doll. They run their hand up the doll’s legs, over their bloomers, and rest it on the exposed skin, fingers sitting just under the edge of the blouse. Its tummy is even softer than its hands.

“Does that feel good, Precious?” They look up at its face, stroking the skin below its belly button. They feel the familiar warmth of arousal creep up on them, that almost animalistic urge to possess and consume.

Precious bites its lip, nodding silently. They feel a sudden confidence. A sudden dominance. “Will you answer me, sweetheart?”

“Yes master!” It says quickly. “I love being touched by you in any way.”

“Good doll.” They let their hand come down over the bloomers, over the hips, and down between its legs. “Do you want to play with Master, Precious? Do you want to make me happy?”

“Of course, Master, your happiness is the only thing that matters to me.” It said so as if stating an obvious fact. The sky is blue; dolls exist to serve their masters.

“You are such a good little dolly.” They squeeze lightly. The doll sucks in a small breath, back arching ever so slightly. It stares up at them, eyes wide, innocent. They pull their hand away to untie the satin ribbon around the doll’s waist and push both hands below the waistband of its bloomers, inching them down its legs. The doll’s eyes flutter closed.

Its panties are lavender and white lace, framing its hips and beautiful pink pussy. They get so hard it almost hurts. They look back up at the doll.

“Unbutton your shirt, babydoll.”

“Yes master.” It says in a lower, lusty little voice. The sound of it makes them go slightly crazy. It undoes the buttons from the bottom, going just slow enough to keep them on the edge of anticipation. Finally, when it reaches the top button, they place their hand over the dolls, pulling the shirt open, revealing the matching bra beneath.

They run both hands up its stomach, over the dolls perfect breasts.

“You’re so perfect, Precious. I want you. I could eat you.” They throw one leg over the doll’s hips, straddling it.

“Anything, whatever you want.” It whispers.

They lean down, kissing its chest, its neck.

The doll moans quietly.

“You belong to me,” they said, but not to the doll. It was as if they were finally realizing that they owned it. Completely. It was an object. Theirs. “Say you belong to me. Only me.”

“I belong to you Master, only to you.”

At that, they can’t help but growl, biting its neck, maybe a little harder than they meant to. The doll gasps, moans in pain.

They sit back up, pull their t-shirt over their head, and start to undo their belt. The dolls eyes are slightly teary, but they know it's programmed to enjoy pain, even though it's programmed to cry as well. This is one of the selling points they always go on about. You’re supposed to be able to do things humans can’t physically tolerate. It comes off as kind of creepy and psychotic, but they can’t help but admit that they have violent tastes. They like inflicting pain, but they don’t actually like harming people. It’s different.. Not many humans understand that.

They cup the doll's face in their hand and stroke its cheek gently with their thumb. It looks at them like no one has ever looked at them before. Like they created the universe itself, like they're God. Like it worships them. And it probably does. They are the only person it's ever met, and these dolls are programmed to love their master- it's the very core of their being. They smile sweetly. "Would you do anything for me, Precious?"

"Of course." It answers easily, genuinely.

They lean down and kiss it on the mouth. It follows their lead, opening up and catching their lips with its own. It's the best kiss they've ever had in their life. No one ever talks about how good they kissed..A lot of owners are very mean to their dolls, so they guess they aren't doing a lot of kissing. The thought makes them kind of sad.

They pull away, hopping off the bed in a rush. They unbutton their pants and slide them off as Precious watches patiently, adoringly.

"Do you want me to fuck you, babydoll?"

Precious nods furiously. "Yes, master! Please! It would make me so happy!"

They take their boxers off, erection finally free. They grab the doll's legs, swinging them around so they hang off the bed, hips just on the edge. They set its ankles on their shoulders and gently, slowly, pull its panties down its legs. It was like unwrapping a present. Twice. At the end, they bend its knee, pulling the delicate lace off one leg and then the other, setting it on the nightstand.

Its pussy was beautiful. Pink, plush. Delectable. Of course it was perfect, it was engineered to be, but God, still.

They inch forward, knees against the side of the bed, and reach one hand out to stroke it. They slide their middle finger between its lips and dip just into its opening. The doll moans, the hottest sound they'd ever heard. It was irresistibly wet. They push deeper, coaxing more sounds out of it.

They can't wait anymore. They pull their hand away and quickly adjust the doll's hips to line up with theirs. They push in. They moan. That first thrust, that moment..It was so warm. Precious wrapped around them so tightly. It was so soft. They could die.

"Master!" The doll throws its head back against the pillow, eyes fluttering closed.

The sound goads them on, they pull out halfway and slam back in, forcing a little grunt out of the doll. It’s divine. They lose all control, pulling out again only to pound into them over and over. It’s like religion. They throw their head back, unable to concentrate, focusing on nothing but the feeling of being inside the doll’s precious little pussy. Eventually they slow. Somehow capable of thoughts, they decide not to cum, to savor it instead. They look back down at the doll, the ribbon around one of its hair buns coming loose. It notices their gaze and meets their eyes. It gives them a look of pure adoration. No one’s ever looked at them like this. They reach down and undo both ribbons, letting its hair fall around its face. They run their hand through it.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Ma-” They interrupt it with a sudden, hard thrust. It stutters, distracted by a moan. They bite their lip. Fuck.

They pull away, grabbing its ankles off their shoulders. They gently set them on the floor.

With a huff, they hug the doll around the middle and toss it further back into the bed, against the pillows. It looks perfectly disheveled, but they want it absolutely wrecked.

They crawl up the bed and over the doll, grabbing its face in their hand. They gently turn its head from side to side, admiring every inch of it. They lean down and gently kiss its forehead. The doll looks up through its eyelashes, glowing under the affection.

“You would look even more beautiful with tears in your eyes.” They say softly. “I want to make you cry.”

The dolls cheeks blush a much darker shade than they’d seen them. “I will fulfill all your dreams and desires.” It says confidently.

The doll would enjoy whatever they wanted it to, whatever made its Master happy, no matter what. They knew this, but had never experienced it first hand. It worships them but now, it's starting to make them feel like a God.

Slowly, deliberately, they bring their flat palm against its right cheek and then pull back, slapping it. Precious gasps as its head is wrenched to the side. It turns back to the position they had left it in before and smiles at them, with this perfectly crazy, giddy look. Their lips part, it was all they could do to keep their mouth from hanging open.

They stare at it for a moment. “Good doll.” They slap it again, harder, without warning. The doll gasps again, eyes fluttering open and closed several times before small tears bead in the corners of its eyes. In a moment it gathers its composure, this time having to deliberately put its smile back on for Master. It’s fucking delicious to watch.

They rock back on their knees, back down to the middle of the bed. They gently spread the dolls legs apart, taking a moment to feel the flesh of its thighs in their hands. They line up their hips and push into their doll. They close their eyes briefly, soaking up the feeling of being inside it. Precious moans. The doll wraps its delicate hands around its Master’s wrists on either side of its waist. They rock their hips, fucking it, and they feel drunk. They slap the doll once, as hard as they’ve ever slapped anyone before. This time it doesn’t gasp, but lets out a sharp cry of pain, caught by surprise. They don’t wait to watch its reaction, they just fuck faster and wrap a hand around its tiny, beautiful throat. The little sound Precious was making gets interupted. It can’t even smile anymore. Dolls don’t need to breathe, but they do. There are a lot of reasons for it: more realistic speech and body language, human-like movement, and this.

Precious grabs their wrist again. Poor thing. They slap it again, over and over until its cheeks are ruby red. Whenever they’ve choked human beings like this, their eyes always plead with them, begging them, no matter how much that person actually enjoys being choked. They can’t fight their biology; biology that screams with every single cell to continue living.

Dolls don’t experience fear, at least not the way humans do. They can be taught to act afraid, and they can be very convincing, but that’s just their desire to please.

Its face is red and welting, its hair is an absolute mess, and tears stream down its cheeks. Its eyebrows are raised and scrunched together, mouth wide open as if to get as much air as possible. It’s an entirely programmed expression that the designers knew users would expect to see. But Precious is looking up at them so calmly, so intently. Its eyes convey nothing but pure bliss. They can’t take it. They cum immediately.

Slowly, they sink forward onto Precious’ chest, letting go of its throat. They lay like that for a while, silently, just catching their breath.

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 43: Share All

Din has found you. Now he just has to get you out. A continuation of Beskar Doll ch. 1-42 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of slavery. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 4.9k

This wasn’t how Din had intended to show you his face. It felt wrong, under the thumb of the Empire with Imperials around as witnesses, but he didn’t have a choice.

He’d landed on the moon Cara directed him to, leaving the Crest concealed in a rocky area that looked to be uninhabited. It took him more than a day to get there, every second of it making him feel like he was going to climb out of his skin. It felt like time wasted, like the long hours on the ship were nothing but hours given to the people who were hurting you.

It didn’t take him long to find a ship to steal. There was a shuttle refueling, a bit away from the others. When the Imps weren’t paying attention, he stowed away. He waited until they were in the air, the route set, to attack.

There were only four of them, three troopers and one officer. They never got close enough to try anything more than shooting at him, their blaster bolts pinging off his beskar. He barely felt them. He wasn’t sure he’d feel them actually hitting his body, either. It was like he was blind to everything that wasn’t in the way of his mission.

He’d intended to steal a trooper uniform so he could move through Gideon’s ship without raising an alarm every few meters but his plan hit a snag: the troopers were all smaller than him. He was too tall and too broad to fit into any of their armor. The officer was the only man there even remotely close to Din’s size.

He didn’t even pause to consider it. His creed was nothing without you.

The uniform gave him free rein to move through Gideon’s ship but it felt so foreign, going anywhere with his face exposed. No living thing had seen his face in decades. He was an apostate now. The thought made his stomach churn.

People who weren’t you met his eyes easily and gave him a nod when he passed them in the corridors. It took him a moment to understand what was going on, the acute feeling of people looking - actually, really looking - at him sharp on his exposed skin.

It was a fight to not start shooting. All of these people were Imperials. All of them had some hand in taking you from him. All of them deserved to die. They deserved worse than dying.

But he couldn’t risk you.

He stopped at a panel and pulled up a map of the ship, finding where to start looking for you. There was interrogation and the prison level. You’d be in one of those places, he was sure of it.

He started with interrogation. It seemed the most likely place. But it was empty, the rooms dark. He frowned, going to the prison level next. If you were there, he could say he needed to transfer you, take you for interrogation. Just bring you aboard the ship, take off, let Cara’s fleet blow it up.

Easy.

Not satisfying, not letting him hurt the people who hurt you, but easy. It got you out in one piece, that was the important thing. That was the part of the plan that mattered.

The prison level was busier. Din tried to avoid talking to anyone about it. Just get in and get out. That was the goal. He reviewed the prisoner log at a panel, found your cell…

“Lieutenant Commander,” someone said. He wasn’t paying attention, about to stalk off to find your cell. “Lieutenant Commander!”

He stopped and slowly turned to see the officer in front of him. He glanced at his rank. He clenched his jaw for a moment before saluting.

“What are you doing at the prison level?” He asked.

It took Din a moment to find his voice.

“Looking for a prisoner,” he said. “Was told to take them to interrogation.”

“What prisoner?” The man asked, eyes narrowed. “Seems like an odd errand for an officer…”

Din paused again, probably for too long. You’d have talked your way into the core of the ship by now. The man on Canto Bight said Gideon kept calling you Handmaid. Worth a shot.

“The Handmaid,” he said. “On orders from Moff Gideon.”

The man eased.

“She is a special case,” he said. “She’s in intelligence. I suppose it’s no wonder he’s getting fed up and wanting to change tactics, she’s given them nothing…”

Din just nodded once.

“Need an escort?” He asked. “She’s tough, had four troopers with her at all times…”

“I’ll see who’s in Intelligence,” Din said.

The man nodded and Din remembered to salute again at the last second before leaving, walking quickly down the corridor to find another panel. He glanced around quickly before looking at a map of the ship again and finding intelligence. He moved quickly, trying not to run, not to arouse suspicion. He just had to get to you. He was so close, he just had to reach you… He immediately recognized the room when he walked in. It was where you’d been days before, when he’d spoken to Gideon.

You were in the chair, head back, eyes closed, arms and legs bound. The screens behind you were mostly dark, something dim and streaked in starlight playing out. It took him a moment to realize but he was seeing the cockpit of the Crest through your eyes. The time after the hunt on Hosnian Prime, when he’d spread you out in front of him and made you fall apart before carrying you to his bed. You’d clung to him, your body soft and pliant, as you slept against him to recover from your first hunt.

“Cyare,” he heard his own voice - modulated of course - and the view on the screen shifted from the galaxy beyond to him, his armor reflecting the stars. There was a softness to the image, something loving in it. And they were using it. His fists clenched. They were using him, your memories of him, of your time together, to manipulate you. Hurt you. He was going to kill them. Every last one. “Where are…”

“Let’s back out of this one,” a woman in an officer’s uniform said, frowning at the panel. “It’s already fracturing, it’s too close to the surface, we have to look deeper…”

She looked back at him then.

“Can I help you, Lieutenant Commander?” She raised her brows.

Din cleared his throat for a moment. He thought about killing her and her lackies then. But he didn’t know how to safely pull you out of whatever they were doing to you. He would have to wait.

“I’ve been sent to monitor her progress,” he said, hoping the fact that his voice wasn’t modulated and in the throws of pleasure would make it sound different enough that they wouldn’t connect the dots.

The woman frowned.

“Does Gideon not trust me to handle my own line of questioning?” She snapped and then sighed. “Never mind. This session is winding down, anyway, I think. She’s been in for 26 hours, if we push her too far we’ll break her and then she’s useless to us. We’re going to try one more…”

She manipulated the controls in front of her and the scene shifted. It was almost like falling, he saw your body seize for a moment until Mos Espa solidified in your vision around you. He watched as you wandered the market, things moving far slower than they would in real life. He could only watch as you saw a child attacked on the street, watch as you avenged him and killed the man who owned him. He was watching the reason he’d met you to begin with, the reason you’d needed to flee Tatooine. But it hadn’t become that yet, not at this point in your mind. All it had been then was you, saving a child from a life of slavery.

You were talking to the child when the woman smacked her hands on the console.

“Dank farrik!” She snapped. “How does she keep…”

You gasped and Din had to fight to keep from running for you. You were panting, gasping for breath, eyes open.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted you to know him or not. You’d said once that you would. That you weren’t sure how but you would recognize him, know him. That you’d feel it. He didn’t want to scare you but he didn’t want you to give him away, either.

Your eyes met his for a fraction of a second as you surveyed the room. He should stop staring at you but he couldn’t seem to pull himself away. You were so close, he could almost touch you, just few steps and he could touch you, you were so close…

“I thought that was a better pass…” the woman muttered, leaning over the console.

Your eyes settled on him and he couldn’t look away. It was the first time he ever looked in your eyes with nothing between you. It was so different than every other set of eyes that had fallen on him since he’d been aboard the ship. Your gaze was almost painfully raw, cutting straight to the core of him and he wanted nothing more than to let you cut him open and take whatever you wanted.

He saw the moment you knew him. The recognition spreading quickly - first something almost like wonder, then relief, then panic.

“No,” you said, so quietly he doubted any of the Imps had even noticed. He hoped you’d leave it at that.

You didn’t.

“NO!”

The woman at the panel’s head shot up and she saw where you were looking. She frowned and Din pulled out his blaster, before she could properly put it together.

He started with the technicians, dropping them quickly, their bodies slumping into their positions on the console before they even had a chance to be aware of what was really happening. He turned the blaster to the woman.

“Let her out,” he ordered her, his voice calm. “Now.”

“The Mandalorian, I presume?” She said, looking him up and down. “Funny, you look far less intimidating without all that metal…”

“Release her,” he said. “Or I will kill you.”

“You really think you can get her out of here?” The woman asked, shaking her head. “That they won’t just kill you?”

“They can try,” he said. “Release her.”

She pushed a button on the console. Din glanced your way but the bonds around your hands and wrists hadn’t moved. Your eyes were shut tight.

“This is Intelligence,” she said, looking him in the eye, smiling almost smugly. She hadn’t freed you. She’d opened a com link. He shot her. For the fraction of a second before the bolt hit her, she realized what was happening. That he wasn’t going to spare her in hopes she cooperated. Her body fell to the floor and he holstered his blaster before he ran for you, his hands finding your face.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “Did they hurt you?”

“You can’t be here,” your voice was thick. “Din, you have to go, they’re going to kill you and Grogu and you have to go…”

“Cyare,” he breathed. “Look at me.”

“No!” You were crying. “Don’t make me beg, don’t do this, don’t be so fucking stupid!”

“I’m not leaving without you,” he pressed his forehead to your own, your eyes still closed. Your skin was slick with sweat and hot to the touch but it was yours. “You can come with me or I’ll take you with me, now look at me.”

You opened your eyes, lashes heavy and wet, your eyes turned down.

“Cyare,” he said again. He knew what had you afraid. “He’s safe, he’s with Peli. We have to go.”

You turned your eyes up slowly, finding and searching his own.

“He’s going to hunt down Grogu,” you said softly. “I made a deal so he wouldn’t, please… They’re not hurting me, they haven’t been able to get anything from me, this is the safest way.”

He ignored you, stepping back from you enough to find the controls on the chair and release your wrists and ankles.

“Intelligence,” the panel’s com crackled. You both looked for it. “Come in, Intelligence…”

“Shit,” you cursed, pushing past Din and going for the com. He followed, ready to catch you if you fell. Your legs were shaky but you made it to the panel, pressing the com link.

“This is Intelligence,” you said. “We’ve had a systems malfunction, we’re going to be restarting our internal systems to correct for that. Wanted to make sure command was aware before we began the process.”

There was a pause and you winced a little.

“Under who’s orders?”

“Commander Synd,” you said quickly. “Beginning restart process now…”

You grabbed a blaster from a body and shot the com.

“That might buy us some time,” you said, looking at it for a moment before looking back at him.

Your eyes softened when you looked at him, ranging over his face again and again. “We need to go, Cyare,” he said softly.

You didn’t say anything. You just threw your arms around his neck, pressing your body tightly to him, your fingers tangling in his hair. His arms went around you, clutching you close.

“You should go,” you said quietly, clinging to him. “Get out of here, protect Grogu…”

“We have to go,” he said, pressing his face into your hair.

“I can’t,” you said, voice thick.

He separated from you enough to look in your eyes again. He held your face in his hands.

“I’m not leaving here without you,” he said, voice gentle. “I’m not. We can protect him, together.”

“Din,” you whispered. “It’s too dangerous, we can’t…”

“You are a handmaid of Naboo,” he said, his forehead against yours again. “One of the best trained body guards in the galaxy. I am Mandalorian. We can protect him. We will protect him… and our child. We will protect them both.”

You closed your eyes, pressing your lips into a thin line.

“Gideon told you,” you said softly. “Din, I’m so sorry, I thought…”

“Cyare,” he said gently. “I want this with you. All of it. Our clan together. But I need you. We need you. I’m not leaving here, not without you.”

You opened your eyes again, looking back at him.

“OK.”

***

Your mind couldn’t have invented his face.

That was the only thing that had you convinced that this was real, not something planted in your head by the Imperials. He was there in front of you, so fucking beautiful that it made your heart hurt. You knew him but there was no way you could have made up a face like his.

Din found binders and shot them, separating them so they were more like individual bracelets instead of binders and snapped them over your wrists.

“At a glance, you should look imprisoned,” he said. “As long as you hold your hands properly. But you can still get to your blaster.”

You took Synd’s side arm and tucked it into the waistband of your pants. You kept looking at him. You wanted to do nothing but look at him.

You tried not to wonder if he regretted it. If he wished he’d shown you anything else, done anything else, besides showing his face here, like this.

“I have a shuttle,” he said. “We get to that, get off the ship and blow it up.”

“How are you going to blow up a light cruiser with a shuttle?” You asked as you both went to stand by the doors. His hand closed over your arm.

“With help,” he said, opening the doors and leading you into the corridor.

It was quiet. Almost too quiet. Your heart was in your throat and you kept trying to keep an eye out for any oncoming threat. Din’s face was firm, jaw set. It was strange, looking up at him and seeing something besides metal. He was so… him. You’d never pictured his face - purposely tried not to, not wanting to accidentally violate some tenant of his creed on the off chance you got it right. But he somehow looked exactly like you’d expect after knowing him.

His features were strong but there was a softness to him, to his eyes, to the set of his jaw. You wanted to spend a few hours just looking at him, if he’d let you. Like you couldn’t take that much into yourself with a few glances, you needed time.

Working your way through the ship was almost deceptively simple. No one gave you and Din a second look. For a moment, you were wondering if his plan had worked.

Then you rounded a corner and saw a wall of troopers heading for you.

“Shit,” he said under his breath, turning you to go the other way. You resisted the urge to look over your shoulder. He turned at the next corridor, another column of troopers heading for you.

“Located the prisoner,” one trooper said. A blaster bolt streaked from the troopers toward you and Din’s grip on you tightened, running now, pulling you back down the corridor you’d just come from. You looked around quickly, spotting another offshoot with a panel beside it.

“Blast doors!” You nodded to them. He shifted direction and the two of you rushed inside the room. You manipulated the panel, closing the doors, before you shot it out. “Well that will give us a few minutes, at least…”

You started looking around for something - anything - that could give you an advantage.

“I think they still want me alive,” you said. “So they’ll be holding back, at first at least…”

There was a shot at the blast door.

“Stormtroopers are still fucking idiots aren’t they?” You muttered.

“Good to have some constants…” Din said, opening a security panel. There were blasters inside but nothing that would help much. He tossed you one just the same. You went to the middle of the room and shot out points that bolted a console to the floor.

“Peli…” you said, looking at him as you overturned the console. You went behind it, pressing your back against the underside of the console.

“Told her about Ahsoka,” he said, coming to sit beside you. “Told her to get in touch with Karga, he’d find her. She’d help Grogu.”

There was another shot at the blast door.

“Good,” you nodded. “That’s good.” You looked at him. “You shouldn’t have come here, Din. You should have stayed with him…”

“Don’t want a life without you,” he replied. “You, me, him. That’s how this works. Where you go, I follow.”

His eyes were soft and warm and deep and you were glad you got to see them at least once. There was another blaster strike at the door.

“You said once that Mandalorian marriage vows were simple,” you said. “That you don’t need a witness.”

He nodded once.

“If we’re going to die,” you took a deep breath. “I’d like to die as your wife. If that’s OK with you.”

“Only if you’d like to live as my wife, too,” he replied. “Because I don’t plan on letting you die today.”

You nodded once. He looked at you for a moment. There were more blaster shots.

“It’s just four lines,” he said. “It’s usually said in Mando’a but basic works just as well. Repeat what I say.”

You nodded again. His eyes met yours, his hand covering your own on the cold floor.

“We are one when together,” he said.

“We are one when together,” you repeated.

“We are one when parted.”

“We will share all.”

“We will raise warriors.”

The words settled in you, a warm comfort that started in your chest and spread through your whole body. Like there wasn’t an entire legion of stormtroopers waiting to gun you down just feet away.

It was so different than when you’d been married before. That felt like a resignation, a sort of understanding of what your life would become. This was the embodiment of hope and longing, the aching want for that future with him.

Din’s hand cupped your cheek and he pulled your face towards him, his lips meeting your own. The kiss was gentle at first before it grew deeper, like he wanted to devour you and you wanted to let him. You would have been happy to kiss him for hours if it hadn’t been interrupted by the scream of a TIE fighter from the viewer.

You broke away from him and got up, going to the viewer, peering out into the stars. The TIE fighter flew into the distance, out of sight.

“Din,” you said. “Are we over the docking bay?”

***

Din didn’t like you providing cover for him. But he was stronger than you and cutting through the floor with the electrostaff from the security panel took strength.

A blaster bolt came through a crack in the blast doors. You peered over the console the two of you were hiding behind and fired once.

“We’ve got about a minute before they’re through,” you said. “They’ll be funneled, I can hold them off for a bit but…”

“Almost there,” he said, twisting the staff and digging it into the metal. It creaked and groaned and another blaster bolt pinged off the console, the blast doors opening wider. You got set, blaster at the ready. He ground his teeth.

You were his wife, his riduur. You shouldn’t be in danger, not when he was there to protect you. Especially not when you were carrying his child - something he still hadn’t had a chance to come to terms with yet. The metal groaned again and started to move. He leveraged a blade below the floor and pried it up before he pulled it back.

The blast doors gave and you started shooting, the sound of shots hitting armor and metal sharp on the air.

“Doll!” He said. You glanced down quickly, the floor now open to the bay below. “You first.”

You nodded, shooting one more time before dropping the blaster. Din took your hands and you climbed into the hole. He lowered you down and as far as he could manage and let go of you, watching as you dropped to the ground below, tucking and rolling when you landed.

He shot another trooper coming through the door, the bodies of three already blocking the narrow entry, and dropped down beside you.

You were crouched next to a crate and he found his shuttle quickly.

“There,” he said, nodding to it. “We can make that…”

Troopers came running into the bay, but only a handful, readying their weapons.

“Well that was quick,” you muttered, looking at him. “I say we just run for it. We’ve got blasters. We don’t have to make it far.”

He looked at you, wanting to argue.

“We have to be quick or we’ll have a full column of them,” you said.

He sighed.

“On three.”

You nodded, pulling out your remaining blaster.

“One,” he said, doing the same. “Two. Three.”

The pair of you stood and ran, firing as you went. Din tried to put himself between you and the troopers as much as he could, catching a bolt to the shoulder in the process. Without beskar, it made him stumble and almost fall. You caught him and kept him on his feet as the two of you raced for the shuttle.

The second you were aboard, you hit the ramp and it started to close. Din took the controls, starting the launch sequence, and changing the com to the frequency he’d set with Cara before.

“Cara, come in,” he said as the blast doors on the bay started to close. The ship lifted off the ground. “Do you read?”

“Loud and clear, Mando,” she said. “We’re in position.”

“We’re the next craft out,” he said. “Hold your fire.”

“Those doors are closing awful quick,” you sounded nervous, strapping yourself in beside him.

“We’ll make it,” he said, pushing the ship as fast as he could. It was going to be close. The shuttle closed in on the entrance to the bay.

“Din,” you grabbed the console in front of you, your knuckles white. The shuttle slipped between the closing doors just a second before they sealed behind you. You let out a breath. “Dank farrik that was close.”

A blaster bolt caught the side of the shuttle, sending it rocking. Din brought it around to face the light cruiser.

“Don’t think we’ve got the firepower to bring down a fucking cruiser here, Din!” You said, already sliding to the controls to man the guns.

“We don’t,” he said as half a dozen X-Wings flew over head. “But they do.”

“Get everyone out, Mando?” Cara asked.

“We’re clear,” he said.

“Then let’s blow this thing.”

The fighters swooped in toward the cruiser, Y-Wings close behind, making bombing runs. Din kept the shuttle close to the launch tubes, picking off TIE fighters as they shot out of the tubes before they had a chance to get set for combat.

“We’re low on ammo,” you said after a minute. He nodded once, pressing the com.

“Cara, we’re about exhausted,” he said.

“Get out of here,” she said. “We’ve got them running for the escape pods, anyway. See you on world.”

You looked at him.

“Didn’t realize you had so many friends in the New Republic,” you said, smiling a little.

“Well, she owed you a favor,” Din said, bringing the ship around and heading for a nearby moon. “She’s the one who wanted Shadrin.”

He set the flight plan and got up from the panel just as the cruiser behind you exploded.

“I don’t think Gideon was aboard,” you said, watching as Din started to pull off the Imperial uniform he’d been in to put his armor back on. “When they started on the last stint in the Mindflayer, Synd - the woman who’d been running it - said he was off the ship, doing other things.”

He nodded slowly, zipping up his flight suit before starting in on the beskar. It felt good, strapping the armor on again. Being without it was exposed, dangerous. Vulnerable. With it, he was solid, sure. He could protect you with it. He tucked the helmet below his arm and sat beside you at the console.

“Then we’ll hunt him,” he said. “I can’t let him threaten what’s mine.”

You were looking at him, eyes ranging over his face again and again.

“Cyare.”

“Are you…” you paused. “I’m trying to make sure I remember. If I can’t see your face again, I want to remember you. If that’s OK.”

He smiled a little.

“We will share all, Cyare,” he said. “That includes what’s below the helmet.”

You smiled too, unbuckling yourself from your seat to touch your forehead to his, closing your eyes. He pressed his lips to yours for a moment, soft and gentle.

“You are mine and I am yours,” he said, cupping your cheek. “I’m yours.”

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Murder Drones finale review

The animation in this finale is a visual feast for the eyes. The fighting choreography, the way the characters move, speak and fight - it's all a masterpiece. Cynessa's animations in particular were breathtaking. The way she moves, the way she talks, and the way she fights - it all adds up to an experience worth watching over and over again. Even her walking animation is a joy to behold.And who could forget the fight between Uzi and Cyn? It was the highlight of the finale for me. I must have rewatched it 10 times already. Not to mention the fight between V and J, which was equally amazing. These characters have become my favorite ones in the show, and I wish we could have more scenes with them that are not fight scenes.In addition to the incredible animation, the sound effects and character animations are top-notch. The color scheme, lighting, and scene design in this finale were gorgeous, making it an enjoyable and vibrant experience from start to finish. The team behind this show deserves a standing applause for their impressive work.

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The characterization for J in the episode where she has the most screen time is still quite lacking. She is seen with the villain, knowing the whole plan, as if she was the closest to Tessa, so it's unclear why she is so chill with Cyn, who literally skinned her friend and used her corpse. Is J meant to be that way, or was the writing for her character simply not up to par? It's unclear.

V coming back is a great moment, and her fighting is a good addition to the episode. However, it's still a bit disappointing that she barely talked with N, despite clearly having a bond. It would have been nice to see them have a one-on-one conversation about anything, especially given N's panic attack.Lizzy, Thad, and Khan, who barely occupied any screen time and did not have much to do in the episode, could have been cut from the episode altogether. The anticipated fight between them and J seemed to have happened off-screen, which was a missed opportunity to see them in action and fully utilize their potential.

It's also uncertain whether Khan ever discovered Nori's identity after she stole the heart from J. A further issue is what will happen to Khan after she leaves the planet. Additionally, there is no confirmation on whether it was N who killed Nori or not, which would have a significant impact on Khan and Nori's reaction to Nori and N dating.Regarding the Solver's goal, it appears to be to destroy, but it's unclear exactly how. How does Uzi eating the soul (?) of Cyn separate her from the solver completely?In regards to Uzi defeating Cynessa, the way she did it feels somewhat underwhelming, as she was able to predict where she would land but the countless bullets, blasts and sharp weapons barely did anything. Furthermore, her power levels seem to fluctuate when the plot demands it, which only adds to the confusion.

They could have fixed a lot of this by adding at least 5 to 10 minutes more. More interactions and lore dumps could have been added and the fight could have remained most of the episode, but there was so much more to be done. Additionally, J's motivations needed to be expanded, and the ending was too happy and abrupt.I have massive respect for Glitch, Liam, and everyone who worked on Murder Drones. I still love the series, and I believe I always will. However, this episode was just a big action scene with a sudden and abrupt conclusion. I truly don't understand how this was approved in the writing room.Despite my many negative comments and critiques, this finale isn't the worst I've seen. It's not mid, but I can't quite put my finger on why it falls short. It's a mixed bag of emotions for me. On one hand, I'm glad everyone had a happy ending, but I'm deeply disappointed with how the show ended. Seeing Doll's dead body made me feel both sad and a little bit amused. I wish we had more backstory on Doll, Yeva, and Nori. I'm dying to know how Khan met his wife and how Doll's parents met each other.There are a lot of unanswered questions and rushed things in this finale, which makes it disappointing for me. Still, the show isn't bad. I'm glad I watched Murder Drones, and I'll definitely miss it. Thank you to Glitch Productions, Liam Vickers, and everyone who worked on the show for bringing the series to life. I apologize for the lengthy rant.

(Anyways Cyn/cynessa Gifs I found)

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Do you have any thoughts on the UCA toys? And maybe what you’d want to see with the toys paired with the upcoming S2 stuff?

Yes!! I have many many thoughts. Too many, even, so prepare yourself for a giant infodump lol. I was gonna wait until I had all my dolls before posting about them but whatever haha, right now I have the Sophia and Ava fashion dolls and I'm waiting on the Isabel fashion doll and the mini Sophia/Wildstar duo to arrive.

When I saw THEEEE very first promo picture of the Sophia fashion doll my reaction was a very lowkey "eww....."... Like I thought it was very cool that they had made a doll but I wasn't super impressed by how it looked, and that it didn't really resemble the Netflix version of her super well. But honestly seeing the dolls in person changed my opinion of them quite a bit. I think they are really cute and actually quite well made in person, photos don't seem to do them justice!! They have a micro glitter to their skin which makes a really lovely sheen, and their hair is really soft?? I wouldn't go as far as to say it's soft like human hair but it's somewhere in the ballpark of very very soft synthetic hair, it has a really lovely quality to it that I could see a young girl really drawn to, especially with the little carebrushes included. Really satisfying to brush and the curls hold their shape quite well. Sophia's jacket is also quite a bit more holographic in person than in pictures. I think the face and body molds are really cute and well done!

I'm no doll reviewer by any means, but I think my biggest gripe with the fashion dolls is that the clothing in some areas feels cheap. I don't like that it looks printed and that the edges in some parts feel unfinished or unhemmed. For example, the neckline of Sophia's tank top is hemmed but the bottom edge is raw?? I was comparing the dolls to some of my early 2000s strawberry shortcake dolls and the SS dolls had better finished clothing! Which is soooo wild to me. I'm not sure exactly how to compare because the dolls are $20ish (in Canada anyways), and really nice fashion dolls like Monster High can be easily twice that amount. But I think if the clothing had an extra level of quality it would go really far because I actually quite like the other aspects of the dolls.

My other nitpick would be that Sophia's eyes in the show are a bit purple, but on her doll, she has brown eyes. Ava's eyes are also a strange mix that doesn't really look like her green eyes on the show. And for some inexplicable reason, Sophia's skin is very slightly darker than Ava's??? Sophia's printed image on the box is several times lighter than her doll. I guess Sophia got some great tans from all her time with Wildstar lmao???

It's also worth noting that EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. of my boxes were absolutely fucking SMOOSHED in the mail. (Okay, not that terrible, but I was really disappointed to see strong visible creasing and some tearing on the upper portion of each package.) The packaging is super cute but unfortunately not sturdy enough when shipped in a soft package as mine unfortunately were. I actually had to return and reorder replacements for Sophia and Ava because the packaging was in bad condition, only for the replacements to be smushed in the same areas. I would advise people to pick them up in person if they can, seems like they are prone to damage during shipment.

I'll have to wait until Isabel gets here to give my final thoughts on the fashion dolls but tentatively they're a 7.5/10 for me, a very acceptable first wave of UCA toys that I'm pleasantly surprised by, but still have room to improve. I'm also really disappointed that Rory, Layla, and Valentina don't have fashion dolls but I'm really hoping that they are on their way eventually. I'm glad they have mini dolls of Layla and Valentina but where the fuck is Rory and Storm?! I have yet to receive my mini dolls so I'll update when those arrive. Not sure I'll get many more (maybe Valentina?) but I'll see. I'm not sure if I'll get any of the larger horse toys either as they're a bit pricey (AND I HATE THE HOLLOW INNER LEGS) but who knows!! I do think it would be cool to have the riders with their unicorns.

For season 2 I'm really excited to see if the blind box toys match with foals we meet in the show! And I hope Sophia isn't the only one we get a masquerade doll of! It would be cool to get some baby unicorns that aren't blind boxes too. Honestly I'd love a flutterbunny plush too hehe <3 (AND CAN U IMAGINE A SUPER CUNTY RAVENZELLA DOLL......... LIVES WOULD BE CHANGED)

Oh and just for funsies I got the Unicorn Academy blanket... Yeah, save your money lol it's super super thin. I wear it like a shawl around the house

#unicorn academy #uca #fashion dolls #sophia mendoza #ava banji

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Purpose: A Human's Guide to Angelkind - Draft

Note: Doctor Kuri here, the following is just a few draft entries of the larger project I'm working on. The members of the board have been on my ass recently so I needed something to tide them over until my research is done.

1) He-Who-Inspires-Tears

You might think upon hearing this angel's name that his stated Purpose, to bring sadness to mankind, is a thing of horror. We've all heard stories of angels with far less intimidating Purposes committing atrocities, but I assure you he is quite harmless.

The first time I met He-Who-Inspires Tears, it was side by side in the dumpster near the local bar. As you all are likely well aware, angels who fail to adequately uphold their Purpose (through varying definitions of the word 'adequate') often dispose of themselves into these.

However I was surprised to learn that he was digging through the dumpster as a method of fulfilling his Purpose, and not as a result of failing it. He told me he was looking for material for his latest novel, that the best way to bring sadness to many was through writing.

To a human, we might expect that he would perform mass murders, torture loved ones in front of each other, or other such horrible things, but to him those actions inspire different emotions than the ones his purpose drives him towards.

He told me he isn't terribly creative, so his main method of bringing sadness is to write about broken and abandoned things he finds and make sure as many people see it as he can. He calls it 'dollposting', a rather preposterous title but one doesn't simply argue with an angel.

2) She-Who-Bleeds-Skin

Another horrifying name for an angel that was surprisingly tame. I first found her in the middle of the road, halfway through a procedure with scalpel in hand. Beneath her was a little doll-thing, surrounded by the scraps of the human it failed to be.

An angel performing a doll conversion is a strange sight, but she told me that it was the best way to fulfill her Purpose and I had learned at this point not to voice my doubts (see Section 4: Taboos). Still, it is certainly better than it using that scalpel on actual people.

Her criteria for choosing which future non-people to convert was different than the standard state-mandated conversions or even those of the Witches from Beyond, but she wouldn't explain them to me. This professor can't help but pity those dolls a little though.

The sight of her red crackling halo as she performed conversions with nothing but a scalpel and too many rows of teeth was utterly horrifying, so I ensured this was my only encounter with She-Who-Bleeds-Skin.

3) They-Who-Flutters-Hearts

As is evident by me writing this, my encounters with They-Who-Flutters-Hearts were all performed from a safe distance and beyond several layers of fae-crusted steel plating. Information hereon is limited to what the Bureau of Rehabilitation approved.

They-Who-Flutters-Hearts is a Class 4 cogitohazardous bio-anomaly. They are currently held 3 kilometers underground in a state-run facility in [REDACTED]. By authorization of [REDACTED], they are currently utilized for administering the death penalty to [REDACTED] criminals.

Visualizations of They-Who-Flutters-Hearts, whether in-person, recorded, or through text description (experimentation shows readers with a high degree of Aphantasia are safe), will instantly lead to the perceiver's heart undergoing [REDACTED] and expiring shortly after.

They-Who-Flutters-Hearts enjoys warm tea and watching sunsets, and seemed quite distraught about their current circumstances. They however have had little trouble fulfilling their Purpose, so they have had made no effort to escape.

Note: Jesus, that last one had to go through sixteen revisions before I could finally get it approved. I know I accidentally killed the first reviewer since my first draft made a few mentions of the angel's appearance, but how was I supposed to know I had Aphantasia before then?

#empty spaces #microfiction #writing #repost from twitter #angelposting

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1006 Ryden Fics

Update: 1/24/23: After like 8 years I think I finally got this to work again!

Entire Rec List is below the cut!

Be aware that these are wayback machine links, not links straight to the fic page. If a link doesn’t work, try copy/pasting the url into your search bar, and be sure to archive the page for the rest of us!

(Good In Bed But) Better With Chopsticks Ryan couldn’t use chopsticks if his life depended on it.

(Not) Afraid Of Being Broken In Brendon wasn’t really sure how it’d happened. Well, he knew it started with some cuddling, then moved slowly, building for months until everything started to fit together

[And You’ll End Up Looking Like Supernovas] Ryan gets sunburned.

[Douse The Lights] “I’ve been waiting for you,” Brendon tells him, and Ryan says, “I know.”

[Off a Cliff Just For the Spark] Ryan doesn’t want to do anything to ruin his already perfect memories. Brendon thinks that the stupidest thing ever.

[You’ll Be Platinum] Brendon’s sex tape gets mixed reviews.

@Replies Panic loves spamming twitter

1-800-CALL-ME-B Brendon works in a call center, but not just any call center, and a certain client keeps calling back for more. It’s better than you’d think.

20 Little Random Moments Brendon and Ryan’s relationship told in 20 moments.

21 “Attention” was the number one thing on Brendon’s list of stuff he wanted for his birthday.

28:06:42:12 Donnie Darko. It’s great but the end is really disappointing, sigh.

50-50 Ryan Ross says yes to lube.

86, 400 Chances Ryan has Asperger’s Syndrome and is obsessed with time. Brendon loves him and goes with the flow. With 86,400 seconds in a day there are 86,400 chances to break it or keep it all together.

A Break from the Noise Ryan Ross has “noise.” He hears what people think, feels what they feel, and sees what they see in their mind.

A City Named For Us Brendon and Ryan and the bitch of living. (Ryan’s side) And not-sequel-type-thing? That Long in Darkness Pined Brendon and Ryan and the bitch of living. (Brendon’s side.)

A Dark and Rainy Night An isolated video shoot turns deadly when a series of seeming coincidences conspire to trap the boys of Panic! at the Disco in a mountain valley with a psycho killer on the loose… And Brendon can’t seem to stop staring dreamily at Ryan long enough to focus on the danger!

A Doll In His HandsRyan’s fingers are messy, so Brendon cleans them off.

A Fetish For The Finite And Sequel: Crush Me Like A Flower and third: Drop A Heart AND A FOURTH: Just What I’m Used To

A Friend Of Mine Ryan just needs someone to come and hang out with him, but everyone’s busy. Story of his life. Jon sends his friend Brendon to help.

A Hotter Touch, A Better F… Than Any Girl You’ll Ever Meet The one where being Mr. Nice Guy has some unforeseen consequences.

A Kiss for Luck, Submerge Myself “At least she thought we were fighting,” he offered weakly, fixated on the undone top buttons of Brendon’s shirt and the flash of pale skin that showed through the gap and wondering if Brendon was as hard beneath those dress pants as he was right now.

A Little Less Sixteen Candles

"To be honest, I kind of just want him to pound me."

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Schoolboy Crush

What if Ryan can have them both?

A Little Less… and Sequel: The Pros And Cons Of Group Sex With Your BandmatesGSF. why.

A Little More Touch Me

Brendon had a thing about Ryan’s hands.

A Lover or a Friend, a Big Thing or a Small Brendon Urie, famous solo artist, is finally working on his second album, but it’s coming along a little slower than he’d hope. He can’t help it—he has a son to take care of, someone who he puts in front of everything. When Pete, his boss, gets restless and demands he starts working on the album, he brings Brendon a lyricist to help him get it finished. As the work progresses, their friendship progresses—but what happens when feelings do the same? What’s Brendon supposed to do when Ryan’s off limits in more ways than one?

A Manic Depressive Named Laughing Boy It is a truth not universally acknowledged that every small boy of highly advanced mechanical and electrical skills must be in want of a robot. Thus, Spencer created George 1.0

A Million Ways To Fall Brendon is having trouble coming to terms with being gay. So what does he do? Have a one-night stand of course. He starts to get sick and when he passes out, he’s taken to the doctor and finds out he has a mysterious unknown man disease. Either that, or he’s pregnant.

A Mitten Love Story Ryan and Brendon liked being snowman hands. They liked everything about being mittens together

A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square Brendon Urie has had a hopeless crush on Ryan Ross since the mortifying moment when he introduced himself at a national forensic conference by tripping in the aisle next to where Ryan was sitting and getting coffee all over his shirt.

A Physics Prodigy From Ukraine Ryan has depression and then Brendon moves in next door.

A Proportional Response So, yes, okay, he had a public sex kink. He was an attention whore, and besides, everyone had something, right? Still, it was totally unfair of Brendon to use it against him like this.

A Shift in Tone Brendon questions Ryan’s words.

A Simple Souvenir Ryan hates the beach and he hates even more that he has to spend his vacation there.

A Tale Of Two Bookstores Patrick manages one of the many Barnes & Nobles in town, and everything is fine aside from his grumpy cashiers, his caffeine addicted baristas, and the two hidden in the back closet. Everything is fine, that is, until Borders decided to move in down the street and, yeah, Patrick is in trouble.

A Vicious, Delicious Cycle Brendon thinks school paddings are just a big tease.

A Wave You Glide In On High School AU. Fake Dating

A Year and an Ocean of Distance Based on the infamous Twitpic.

Abomination

High School. Brendon develops a crush on the pastor’s son. In which it is okay to cry over just about anything and it’s also acceptable to have sex in your friend’s grandmother’s bath using her head and shoulders shampoo as lubricant.

About Changes to @Replies: TheSpencerSmith @thisisryanross Jealous much? (Twitter!fic)

About Love and Forgetfulness One day, Brendon wakes up with amnesia.

About Space Unicorns and Chocolate Pudding Luke’s daddy was the coolest person on earth. He always played games with him and he could build the most awesome space camps.

Absence Ryan and Brendon grew up together, but have grown apart. Brendon stayed in Vegas and built his life there, while Ryan left the city to be thrown all over the world by a job he despises. After years of coming and going, they attempt to take a hold of each other once more.

Ace of Spades Ryan Ross has dodged death too many times, and when he does die he’s given another chance: go back to Earth and make someone fall in love with him in less then a month. Only problem is… he has to make a straight boy fall in love with him.

After All, You’re My Wonderwall He’d puke until his back, shoulders and stomach were burning. He’d throw up until he couldn’t breathe, sobbing uncontrollably as he knelt down in front of the toilet, hands palm flat against the dirty church floor.

After I Have Dreamed “Ryan Ross!” Brendon declares when he steps off the bus in front of their hotel, glasses askew, turning to face Ryan. “I love you!”

After the Rain Ryan finds a boy who is soaking wet and obviously hurt.

Agent Provocateur Brendon’s hit in the head and loses his memory. Spy fic.

Akin Brothers, Ryan and Brendon, were separated at a young age by their parents’ divorce. Their father took Ryan, against his wishes, to live in New York, while Brendon stayed in Nevada with their mother. Now, twelve years later, the two brothers are forced to spend time with each other, something that doesn’t go over too well with a bitter Ryan.

Aliens in America Brendon’s convinced Ryan is an alien.

All Aboard Memory Lane

All Along Ryan always seems to appear when Brendon is doing something particularly embarrassing.

All For You The thing about Brendon, Ryan muses to himself, is that he loves attention.

All in My Mind The day Brendon met him was the day Ryan’s life started unraveling at the seams.

All My Best Titles Are Song Lyrics Ryan unknowingly takes his favorite song-writer’s virginity.

All That You Can’t Hold Ryan stares out the window a lot.

All This Alcohol Is Going To My Brain Ryan’s getting married and Brendon just can’t move on.

All This Alcohol is Going To My Head Just one more drink and he’ll move on, he swears. Sequel: Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue Brendon ruins everything.

All To Catch A Thief Brendon’s life is comatose and boring until someone breaks into every house in the town except his. A fairy tale about criminals. It’s so cute!

All We Fear is All that Can Save Us Jon and Ryan still talk to Spencer, and Jon still talks to Brendon, but since that decision was made last May, Ryan and Brendon haven’t really talked. And Brendon knows that he shouldn’t be surprised that Ryan’s here; after all, he’s here and he’s never been as, well, expressive about sex as Ryan has been.

All We Fear Is All We’ve Forgotten They both get off on pain

All We Have Seventeen years into the future, things have changed. It’s time to find out where you come from, where you belong, and where you’re going.

All Wound Up

Brendon will never mention it but he loves Ryan best when he’s restless.

All You Need Is And everyone is always saying it, always singing “All you need is love,” but no one actually really realizes what they’re saying.

Alternate Uses For A Hipster’s Decor “Did you know Spencer’s coming over?” Ryan says, and Spencer startles so badly that his hand nearly smacks into the door, and Spencer knows the sound of that would give him away, but Ryan’s talking again, and Spencer strains to hear. “What do you think he’d do, if he came in and saw us like this?”

Always Leaving, But If there’s a science to it, Brendon can’t figure it out.

Amnesia in the Shithole Four days since their last gig. Four long, weary days since Ryan Ross, the guitarist of the world-known band Panic! at the Disco had mysteriously disappeared. Four days full of sorrow, worry and fights over frustration. Brendon sighed. Four days without Ryan by my side, he thought, feeling hot tears burning his eyes.

Amplified Ryan doesn’t understand why people think he’s a slut.

An Accident or an Incident? If you have a serious problem with the opposite gender you probably shouldn’t go see a creepy fortuneteller.

An Anchor With a Broken Chain When Ian gets hurt in a car accident, Ryan steps up to the plate and takes Ian’s place in the Panic at the Disco tour.

An Attempt to Clean Up a Mess He turns his head to look at the ceiling, words blurring together in a broken sigh, “Life is a mess, Brendon. And I hate messes, very, very much.”

An Unlikely Victorian Heroine

”Arms aren’t supposed to get me so hot, Ross.”

And Don’t Twirl Ryan is a 22-year-old model, with empty aspirations and disappointment with himself. He meets a hairdresser who needs to belong, and maybe he needs to find out what he needs before he can be what other people need.

And I Will Know You By the Shape of Your Absence Life has a habit of becoming ridiculously reliable when you’re least expecting it.

And If Angels Can Fall Features lonely, scientist Ryan, who discovers something he never thought possible on a normal day at work. Brendon related shenanigans and minor angst ensue.

And She Will Be Loved Ryan finds Brendon broken and bruised on a lobby floor and decides that Brendon needs to be showed what love is.

And Some You Do For Brendon Urie is lonely, Spencer Smith and Jon Walker are bored and life in Thornton Hill seems like it’s never going to be anything but mundane. Then a mysterious stranger sets up a shop on Main Street and suddenly everything is a little more magical. Part one of the Thornton Hill series

And That Smile That You Give To Me Ryan wants nothing more than to let Brendon knows how he feels, but he’s too shy to say anything. So Jon decides to help and makes up a game of seduction with a promise that if Ryan plays correctly, he’ll have Brendon falling over him in four days.

And The Clock Strikes Twelve

Brendon sinks into his chest, gaze landing on the mirror in front of them. “Look at us,” he breathes, even though Ryan already is.

And The Night Shall Be Filled With Music symphony orchestra.

And the Sun Burnt Out Tonight People’s faces look so much richer when they’ve been crying, but I always found it the most tortuous sight in the world to watch you cry. It was just wrong.

And Then It RainedStanding on the other side of the window, looking rather distraught and soaked to the bone, glancing around helplessly as the rain pounded down on him.

And We’ll Always Have Barcelona

Ryan and Brendon have long broken up, but Brendon invites Ryan to Barcelona for vacation anyway.

And Whether Pigs Have Wings Ryan impulse buys a pet shop and employs Brendon to help him out there. Completely adorable.

Angel of Music His life is hard, and he’s often mistreated, but at least he’s got a roof over his head, and food in his stomach. He’s learned to stop wanting any more then that.

Angels Among Us Ryan never knows how Brendon talks him into doing things like this.

Annoying Bunk sex, yay!

Another Good Word For Fellatio Ryan is offended that Brendon gives better head.

Anxiety Features nervous Brendon and shy Ryan in the cliché high school setting. Ryan’s in an abusive relationship with Jake and no one notices. Brendon’s the shy, geeky kid [whose best friend is one Mr. William Beckett] who just wants Ryan to notice him.

Anyone Else But You Right before college starts up again, Brendon meets Spencer’s friend, Ryan, and they hook up. Two days later, he finds out Ryan is one of his teachers.

Aphrodite’s Trap Brendon and Ryan go to Greece, but Ryan’s apparently the boy of ancient prophesy.

Apparitions and Other Everyday Abnormalities Ghost!fic. Ryan’s mother has completely fucked up his life by uprooting them and moving them back to Vegas, back to his hometown. He was expecting to be alone in a new place with no friends. What he wasn’t expecting was to find his house rather occupied by an univited guest that doesn’t seem to be able to leave. READ NOW.

Are You Like This, Afraid to be Yourself download link. Ryan is cold and Brendon is hot. Perfect!

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Brendon When Brendon came home with a bloody nose for the third time that week, his mother didn’t even ask. She just sighed and said, “Oh, dear.” The not again was implied.

Armed With Nothing But Your Boyish Grin Brendon actually has a morning routine now. God, they are getting old. No matter that they’re both still at least two years away from hitting the big 30, but how their younger selves would have laughed if they’d known that Brendon would have a morning routine and Ryan would be impossible until he’d had at least a pot’s worth of coffee.

As Dreamers Do In which Ryan forgets how not to talk.

At the Shade of Your Sheets “Hi, I’m Brendon. I like The Little Mermaid almost but not quite better than Fall Out Boy. What d’you want to drink?”

Attack Of The Blue Flu or How Ryan Helped Brendon Save Christmas Santa Claus sends Brendon on a mission to spread Christmas cheer.

Attention to Detail Brendon paid attention to what would make Ryan chuckle, low and breathless, and what would make him shudder and bite his lip.

Aubergine Dreams He imagines Ryan running his hands over it, smoothing out the creases and wrinkles, the way it would sit not quite right on his hips, over his chest, without any curves to fill it out.

Automatic Joy This really was a fucked up thing to do, but he needed to get laid, and this just happened to be the perfect way to do it. A shiny plaque at the statue’s feet read “Ryan is a Coin Operated Boy. Insert a Quarter Into the Palm of his Hand and He’ll Do the Rest.

Autumn/Spring Brendon is struggling with a family that’s falling apart after his sister’s death. Then he meets Ryan.

Autumn/Winter Brendon’s completing his senior year of high school, trying to make it past the first anniversary of his sister’s death and one day become a hairdresser. Ryan’s a boy at the park with stunning eyes and hyperactive dog that walks into Brendon’s life without realizing. It’s a story about love and moving on.

Avoid the Good and Enjoy the Bad Brendon’s fiancé is a millionaire, his name is Chris. Chris suggested that Brendon should move in with him in his huge fucking mansion with three floors, sixteen bedrooms, twenty washrooms, three kitchens, four living rooms, blah, blah, blah, you get the point…And well of course you’re going to have maids, gardeners, chefs, servants, etcetera…And Ryan’s one of them. Eh?

Awkward, Unwanted Boner (AUB) Brendon had been having a good day, heck, a great day, so it was only fitting that it would all change in his seventh period History class.

Baboons and the Quest for the Last Poptart “It was the coolest, most fucked up dream ever, Jon Walker and I must share it with you.”

Back At One “Save you?” Brendon’s laugh is hollow and utterly wrong, twisting through a lull in the music. If Ryan never had to hear it again, it would still be too soon. “I’m not superman.”

Back to the Middle of the Place That Started It All Ryan was good at keeping secrets. But this secret was about to catch up with him. Honestly, honestly, this is the fic where Ryan gives birth.

Back To The Place He’s cute.” Brendon looks over at her, startled, and wonders if it’s all as obvious as it feels, if she can see it scrawled across his face after only talking to him for ten minutes.

“He’s uh. He’s my band mate.” And Sequel: Until We’ve Reached Our Ever After

Bad Habit Ryan has a bad habit.

Ballad For The Lost Romantics Ryan didn’t exactly plan on being chased down the streets of Vegas by a gang one late night. He didn’t plan on being kidnapped either. Much less by someone who claims to be Ryan’s friend and protector, despite the fact that the two of them have never met before.

Bananas

Ryan finds a new way of looking at Brendon, but he doesn’t want to.

Bartering Lines

"Okay, deal. You can kiss me, but stop tickling me in exchange."

Basic Adjustments Three days into the recording of The Album that Has Yet to Be Named, Brendon loses his voice. Just like that.

Bear Brendon thought that the Bear was the best thing ever. To be fair, though, Brendon always thought that something was the best thing ever, but it just so happened that today, this week, this month, whatever, it was the Bear.

Beautiful Color “Tell me why they’re beautiful. Explain them to me.”

Because You Look Like A Jackass Brendon is new in town and already trying (and failing) to win Ryan’s heart.

Bedtime

Brendon likes to sleep naked, did you know?

Been Taken Underage shenanigans on the fold out couch from the infamous share.

Before Midnight Brendon’s at a fancy dinner and Ryan is a waiter.

Behind the Curtain Panic! in the Wizard of Oz.

Behind The Golden Arches Brent and Ronald McDonald porn. How Brent Wilson Got His Hair Greasy The sequel. Technically not ryden. But this is my rec list and i do what I want *pathetic snaps*

Believe That Life Can Change Ryan gets pregnant; Brendon isn’t quite sure what to make of it.

Best Friends Means Brendon’s pretty much the Godfather of the school. Ryan’s his little-known right hand man. They’re best friends and they’ll stick by each other’s sides forever. But what Brendon doesn’t know and what Ryan’s beginning to feel will certainly complicate things.

Best Laid Plans

Brendon had a three-step plan to make Ryan Ross fall in love with him.

Bets Off

"I know you guys are taking bets on me and Brendon," Ryan said, "and I want in."

Better Together Pete was sort of vague about details and Ryan didn’t exactly have the balls to question it, but it is today, Pete said he’s coming today.

Between A Hard Place And You Ryan’s stronger than he looks.

Between the Lines “I wrote you an album.”

Big Girls Don’t Cry Fairy Princess Ryan is lonely. He never expects a stranger on the road to wind up being the one imperfect person who can change that.

Birthday Call Ryan calls Brendon.

Bitch Hikers Ryan picks up Brendon off the side of the rode. Then they pick up the Spencer and this is their journey. Makes absolutely NO sense at all and is perfect.

Black And White Piano Keys Ryan’s an English major and he needs a final project, but he gets a little more than he expected “You are the words to my music, Ryan Ross. You are the chorus to my melody. You are the beauty behind the beast.”

Bless You Brendon has an allergy for dogs. Ryan notices that every time Brendon has a sneezing fit, he disappears to the restroom and only returns a lot later.

Blind Leading The Blind/Testimonial It all played out like a movie, the first three years of my high school career. Always the typical love/hate relationship plot line. Always jumping from event to event, keeping the pace and suspense, trying not to let the audience get bored. And we all know that the good movies never have a happy ending.

Bluebirds Fly Brendon isn’t a weatherman, he’s a meteorologist, and when a new resident news anchor joins The KATU news station, he’s more than a little excited.

Boston The day I found my sister in the bathtub dead was the day I met Ryan Ross.

Boy You Better Put Your Pen To Paper And Charm Your Way Out Everyone knows that George Ryan Ross is straight. Why would I have a chance with him? And especially me, Brendon Boyd Urie.

Boy You Got A Real Pretty Face… Too Bad I Want To Break It Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie, esteemed and respected editors of Harlequin Magazine. They put each other through the fires of hell but could there be room for something else?

Boys Next Door Playboy Bunnies! Or the one where we objectify Brendon’s ass like whoa.

Breaking Brendon thinks differently. He jumps.

Breaking Rules Has Interesting Consequences (And Never Forget That Payback’s A Bitch) Ryan didn’t mean to. Too bad Brendon doesn’t care

Brendon and the Beast Beauty and the Beast AU. You knew it was going to come at some point.

Brendon and the Purple Crayon Like Harold and the Purple Crown. Except it’s Panic.

Brendon Ryan talks about Brendon.

Brendon Urie Dreamer Extraordinaire Mind magic isn’t against the law but generally people avoid it. It’s dangerous and unpredictable and those who take part are usually outcasts of society. If Spencer suggested this, he must be pretty fucking serious.

Brendon Urie Pet Detective Ryan Ross is the new kennel attendant at a veterinary clinic. Dogs all over town are going missing and when Ryan’s dog Hobo disappears, he’s lucky that his coworker Jon Walker knows who to call. Super Cute!

Brendon Urie’s Guide To Starting a Band There was nothing Brendon wanted more than to be in a band. Except maybe a really cute guy who loved him lots and being in a band. That would be totally awesome, but Brendon had to focus on the Getting a Band Together part first.

Brendon, You Asshole Brendon’s a dick and Ryan’s pissed. And he certainly is not going to give into those puppy dog eyes an hour later, just begging to fuck him or—more likely—for a blowjob with a clumsy postorgasm hand job as reciprocation.

Bright Copper Non-Sunsets ”Hi, I’m Ryan Ross. You have a name that starts with a B and that’s all I know about you. I stare across a room of feebly drunk people and I see you with cocaine in my eyes in my lips on my ears in my brain and I think, BBBBBBBBBB.

Brilliant Smiles And Barely Scraping By Brendon’s holding something inside of himself. It’s far from his heart; that’s where his favorite songs are kept. What he keeps secret is held in a place that Brendon himself doesn’t even want to try to find.

Broken Glass And Rusted Nails When Ryan gets the tattoo, he bears it casually, sprawled out in the chair and smiling at Brendon’s chatter as the needle traces over his skin.

BuildABear Brendon and Ryan go to BuildABear.

Bully Buttsex Complete crack

Burning Down Cathedrals That one where Brendon’s a famous musician and he gets Ryan’s band signed and where they don’t literally burn down cathedrals. Very good.

Burning Through My Head

Ryan helps Brendon with his Halloween makeup.

But I’ll Stray

"I thought we stopped doing this."

But In Time Brendon’s lyrics have the strange tendency to come true. Creepy Folkin’ Around theory in here.

But It’s Better If You Do Brendon Urie lives in Chicago with his teenage daughter Reagan. He divorced Reagan’s mother, Lizzie, two years ago because of her refusal to seek help for her alcohol abuse. One day while cleaning the attic, Reagan Urie discovers an old photo album that puts questions in her head that her father never wanted to have to answer.

But Sweeter The part that didn’t make sense, at first glance, was the spoon.

But Where Do The Nuns Come In? In which, Brendon’s family do their best, Ryan goes camping, Spencer mocks from afar, and Brendon is fascinated by Ryan’s flies

By Small and Simple Things

And there’s no way that Skittle is currently hoisted above the head of a tiny little brown-haired man who is pressing the mouse away with his foot and shrieking in frantic whispers… No, it’s just not possible. Except it is.

By Super, I Mean You They all have super powers and Brendon spies on Ryan while he’s showering.

Cabin Days, Cabin Nights. 2nd POV!

Call Me Maybe Brendon meets a boy he can’t get out of his head.

Call Off The Crush “I wasn’t thinking straight”

Calling I heard a high pitched noise and turned my head to the side. Beside me on the steps sat a mouse brown cat with big honey coloured eyes.

Can I Have Your Number? Brendon REALLY wants Ryan’s number.

Can We Fast Forward To Go Down On Me?

redorchids

Brendon and Ryan are getting it on in a supply closet.

Can’t Buy Me Love Ryan has a thing for shoplifting.

Can’t Forget The Things You Never Said Really, Ryan probably should have known that Brendon would be just as talkative in bed as he was out of it.

Can’t Stay Away Ryan Ross hates pain. He can’t stand any form of it; emotional or physical.

Candyboy There is an urban legend about how a boy can get the most spectacular and orgasmic kiss of his life, if he dares to try it.

Capes of Red Ryan doesn’t think he’s dead, he’s just misplaced his resurrection.

Capital Letters Make Things More Official

Cardboard The thing about the world – it’s always moving. Spinning, twisting at breakneck speed and leaving him behind, always, and it’s just so confusing. So Brendon seals his eyes shut to avoid the motion sickness.

Carnival (The Normal Kind With Rides, Not The Creepy Ye Olde Carnivale Kind) Migraines, guilt, confusion, winning of stuffed toys, dates that may or may not be dates and of course Jon and Spencer.

Carry On Supernatural AU He pressed himself against the wall when he saw the figure standing at his door. Now he was probably really gone crazy.

Carving Out Our Names The road to Maryland is paved with good intentions.

Case Number 182 How the split of Panic came about. Based on actual events, photos, tweets, videos, etc.

Castles in the Sky To say he is crazy is an insult. To say he is sick is an even bigger one. Brendon has to cope with the people around him and the way his family acts towards him after he ended up in the psychiatric ward. While maintaining a complicated relationship with the place’s resident pyromaniac: Ryan Ross.

Catching Airplanes Northern Downpour in which Ryan, Brendon, Spencer, and Jon put graffiti in various locations.

Cathedrals and Finger-Steeples Ryan doesn’t know exactly what Brendon wants from him, and he’s pretty sure that Brendon doesn’t, either.

Catnip Ryan and Spencer smoked catnip and turned into cats.

Caught Up In the Stars Brendon stared down at his feet, doing all that he could to avoid looking at the man. It wasn’t like things were bad between them; they were just a little uncomfortable since they’d stopped being together, of sorts. Whatever it was they were before, Brendon wasn’t sure.

Cave Of Wonders Jon Walker keeps hearing about these fabulous orgies.

Chain Of Flowers

Brendon gets a new tattoo on the last day of the Honda Civic Tour.

Chasing the Monsoons Brendon’s always had a problem filtering his thoughts, and when he get high, it gets a little worse, which is why he confesses his fear to Ryan.

Children of Wrath The one where Ryan is dead and Brendon is charged. (Don’t not read it because of the summary.)

Christmas in the Desert AU college. Ryan and Brendon are done with finals. Brendon’s supposed to go with his parents to visit family while Ryan’s prepared to spend the holidays alone.

Chutes and Ladders Brendon has an adventure in babysitting, although he should probably pay more attention to the kid than her older brother.

Cicatrice “His name is Ryan Ross, well, George Ryan Ross III to be exact, but everyone knows him as Scar. Scar is everything Brendon is not, everything Brendon envies and wants to be. Scar doesn’t give a shit what people think about him, and he cares even less about everyone else’s feelings. Scar is every bad boy your Mom warned you about, and also few of the bad girls on top of that.” Sequel is Overshadowed

Claim The Sky There are several days in Brendon’s life that, he’s decided, have changed him forever.

Clandestine

Clarity Feeling bored and confused about life, Brendon goes to New York. He meets an insightful artist who helps him break out of his shell.

Coal—Sweater—iPod—This It’s Brendon’s job to deliver Christmas presents, but something special happens when he gets to a certain house.

Cock Slut and Sequel: Interruptions

Coffee Ryan is a misanthropic Starbucks barista who is a tired insomniac and just wants to be left alone. Then Brendon moves in.

Cold Light Of Morning

Brendon wakes to Ryan’s hand stroking softly across his stomach.

Collect The Moments One By One It was Spencer’s idea. And that’s how bad shit happens. What else would anyone suspect when the Urie-Smith-and-sometimes-Valdés household attempts to throw a New Years Eve party and invites Ryan along with his many people?

Color Of Insanity Diamonds are a girl’s best friend but it turns out that sometimes boys want them too. To save themselves from a fate worse than jail, Spencer, Ryan and Jon need to steal a world famous jewel. Maybe they’ll need a little help.

Color Outside the Lines

Colors Ryan becomes blind in a freak accident, but Brendon will always be there for him.

Colour Wheel Brendon thinks in colors.

Combustion Brendon goes to a Renaissance Faire where he meets Ryan, a fire performer. Sequel is Kindle.

Come Undone Brendon thinks Ryan’s scarves are ridiculous.

Come What Sorrow Can

People bully Brendon, Ryan takes care of him.

Common Circuitry Problems

”Oh,” Brendon breathed. “Your robot has a stutter. Spencer, that’s adorable.”

Common Sense

Ryan and Brendon grow up together.

Communication Skills Brendon thinks Ryan doesn’t want him anymore.

Comptine D’un tre Ete In his mind, Ryan felt like he was in a foreign film a lot of the time.

Conflicted They’re back on the bus. Brendon is irritating, Ryan is irritated.

Consanguinity Ryan never really thought of Brendon as anything more than a partner in crime. He hardly even thought of her as his “little sister.”

Conversations With Dead People Brendon’s mom sends him to stay with his aunt one summer. Maybe if his cousin wasn’t such bad company, Brendon wouldn’t have befriended the ghost.

Could Be Someone Ryan’s father died two months and four days after he graduated college, leaving his son with more debt than anything else. We’re all just trying to get by.

Counting Down the Days ‘Til You’re Walking Through My Door Brendon first met Ryan on a Tuesday.

Cradle of Civilization When an ancient device that has been buried under the sands of Egypt for thousands of years is uncovered, it brings with it more questions than answers, and for decades it remains a mystery until an extraordinary young man is brought in to solve what no one else has been able to. What is revealed is a gate between worlds, and a small group ventures through into the unknown where they are tossed headfirst into a struggle as old as the device itself. Through war and death and oppression and vast desert sands, maybe they will learn that some mysteries are better left as that. But there is also the chance, for one, to finally learn of the one thing that will make it all worth it.

Crash The Cemetery Gates Brendon’s a vampire under William’s reign, but comes across trouble when he’s inexplicably drawn to a human under Pete’s wing.

Crawling Vines Ryan’s a teenage kid who walks around town at night, and gets sucked into the world of a ghost, called Brendon Urie.

Crayons, Ketchup and A Lap Dance Tester Brendon curses the day when he promised to work as a substitute teacher for kindergarten. And Sequel: Smoothies, Hug-Attacks, and More Crayons

Crazy/Beautiful Ryan’s a slut and Brendon’s Mr. GoodyTwoShoes but somehow they manage to fall in love.

Crime And Passion Brendon witnesses a murder and Ryan is sent to protect him from the mobsters who want to kill him to stop him from testifying against them.

Crimson A questionably sarcastic tale in the wondrous world of Guitar Center

Cupid’s Chokehold is Stronger Than His Bow And Arrow High School. Cupid hates to fall witness to people hating each other. Unfortunately for him, Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross want to kill each other. Can Cupid keep his bow and arrow aimed at the right two people, or will his pet-peeve come in the way of fate?

Dance In the Rain It’s their movie moment.

Dance Upon The Waves A Pirate Fic. Brendon swears this is the last time he’s going to take treasure-hunting advice from a giant turtle. And *flailing motion* Sequel: [Untitled?]

Dance With a Ghost Kiss me and tell me it’s not broken.

Dance With the One Who Brought You Pete gives Ryan the worst gift for his birthday which turns into the best gift of his life.

Danger! High Voltage Ryan and Brendon find a new way to entertain themselves

Date Night At first it’s awkward.

Days Gone By Crack!fic in which Ryan turns into Brendon’s favorite stuffed animal, Waffles the Penguin.

Deafening Silence It takes one brief moment to realize that sometimes it’s just better to let go. But it doesn’t make it any less painful.

Dealing With Bullets

The first time Ryan was pushed against the wall was when he and Brendon were just fifteen, wearing Third Eye Blind tshirts and skinny jeans and converse.

Dear Catastrophe Waiter 21-year-old Brendon moves to San Francisco, home of gay coffee bars, free donuts, and Ryan, the prettiest waiter Brendon’s ever seen.

Definitely (Maybe) Brendon has been pinning over Ryan for ages. The only thing stopping him now, is one Gabe Saporta.

Deprivation

Desert Drive Ryan and Brendon go for a late night drive.

Desperate Times And All That

Diamond in the Rough Brendon needs some help getting the boy. A Genie is just the way.

Diamonds, Loose Ryan thinks he’s got everything planned. That is, until Brendon turns up at his high school, and shows him how unstable he really is. It’s a story about lust, angst, and how no matter how hard you try, you can’t really escape when you’re in love.

Did We Get Hitched Last Night? The guy who will write ‘One Night Stands For Dummies’ will deserve a Nobel prize.

Did You Think That You Were Dreaming? Meet 17-year-old Brendon, sent to an institution and new school after he snapped. On his bent road to recovery, he meets three boys on the way, Jon Walker, William Beckett, and Ryan Ross, each facing their own problems and issues, and then there’s the odd and intriguing Lauren. Brendon has to learn that accepting and overcoming the past is his only way to be free of the instituation, and the only one that can teach him that is the one and only Ryan Ross.

Different Ways to Get to Where We Are

Dim the Glare Brendon goes to Ryan’s father’s funeral with him.

Dirty Second Hands Ryan has a serious Mommy Complex and Brendon just wants Ryan to snap the hell out of it.

Discoveries And Obsessions (Part 1 of the D.O series~) Brendon never thought it would turn out to be so addictive. He never thought, when he first squeezed a finger inside carefully, wincing at the pressure that he’d get addicted to feeling.

Do You Know What I’m Seeing? Spencer sees it first, the way RyanandBrendon and SpencerandJon is fast becoming RyanandJon, and Spencer, then Brendon.

Do You Remember Where We Met?

From the library’s security camera’s perspective. Drabble; Ryan works at the library.

Doctor Knows Best Ryan has severe insomnia and goes with Brendon to Dr. House to find a solution. While helping Ryan, House can’t help but notice something interesting about his patient.

Doing Fine “Don’t bullshit me.” Dallon’s never this forward with people he barely knows, but he feels as if he knows Ryan very well, as if he’s been running Dallon’s life for the past year and a half.

Don’t Forget How Well I Know You

Brendon’s quite the flirt. Ryan’s quite the control freak.

Don’t Mention Love or, I Constantly Thank God For Nymphomania Brendon has a theory. He’s no psychologist, of course, but he’s thought about it a lot too much, really and his guess is as good as anyone’s. Ryan is a complete nymphomaniac, Brendon thinks, because Ryan does not relate to people on a normal level. Ryan does not relate to life on a normal level. He bottles up all his emotions and pours it all into lyrics and sex. He tries to express an entire spectrum of feeling that way. No wonder he has to do it so often.

Don’t Put All Your Eggs in One Basket Nice…egg, Brendon.” “Actually, Spencer, it’s my child.” He gives Ryan an endearing look. “Our child, to be more correct.”

Don’t Wish For Me Ryan dragged them all to see a fortune-teller, and Brendon got more than he bargained for that night.

Don’t You Float Away After Ryan Ross gets the scare of his life, he knows that some good has to come out of the situation. And it does, in the form of Brendon Urie.

Don’t You Know I Love You (When You’re Down & Dirty) Ryan can’t remember the last time he said the word want out loud.

Don’t You Know That I Belong Arm and Arm With You, Baby Brendon embraces his sexuality and Ryan is not jealous and is certainly not in love with him.

Down on the Farm Mrs. Ross, fed up with her son’s destructive and illegal behavior, decides to send him to live with a friend of the family over the summer before his senior year. The worst part is, he’s staying on a farm.

Dream A Little Dream Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross are best friends, band-mates and, well, straight. Or are they?? (Or the one where Brendon sleepwalks…among other things)

Dreaming in D Major But Brendon plays cello like he’s doing the instrument a favor. Ryan can see the fingers of his left hand sliding effortlessly over the strings, finding the right keys as his right hand automatically slides the bow at exactly the right angle to claim the sound.

Drink Me Brendon works for Gabe in his potions shop and one day accidentally doses himself with a love potion. The problem is, Ryan doesn’t know that it’s a potion. More can be found here

Drive Faster, Boy Ryan, Brendon, backseats, secrets.

Drop Our Anchors

Brendon doesn’t like storms.

Drown the Silence Brendon likes the quiet moments.

Drowning in Saltwater Ryan is an aspiring writer with a dark secret that has caused him to close himself off from the rest of the world. One day, he finds inspiration at the beach.

Drowning Lessons Brendon’s washed-up and married, and ends up hooking up with Ryan. Angst. Drama. Angst. Did I mention angst?

Drunken Nights With Brendon Urie ”Fuck, Bren. That’s, like, your fourth drink.”

Eight Seconds Rodeo cowboys .

Elsewhere According to Spencer, the Community is the way it is for the good of everyone. “Choices are dangerous,” he tells Brendon. “What if people were to choose the wrong thing?”

Enchanted Ryan’s never really liked parties.

Encounters-Five Stories Of Love And Loss These are five short stories with the same basic idea a post-break up Brendon and Ryan interacting with each other in different situations. Every story is a new one, they’re not continuous, and they are all relatively short

Epic

Etude In Blue Brendon doesn’t want to think about work or bills or how he had woken up this morning supremely awkward, wondering if he had ruined his new friendship by letting his sleep deprived mouth run away from him again.

Euro-Almost-Trip Includes Scottish Spencer, English Ryan, excited exchange student Brendon and one long assed train journey.

Eurora It’s cool, but you’ll need google translate!

Every Inch of Me Brendon goes to boarding school where he meets Ryan Ross, a rich kid who’s hiding secrets.

Every Night You Stay It wasn’t Ryan’s fault that Brendon had, apparently, taken everything he’d said to heard and decided to make Jon Walker his new best friend and secret boyfriend.

Every Speck Of Dust Illuminated Elizabeth Ann Berg is a witch, and Brendon knows it, and no, he isn’t just saying that Ryan is spending so much time with her (thank you very much, Jon Walker). But knowing it and proving it are two very different things. Featuring Charlotte the cat, Ryan the oblivious and Brendon the hopelessly infatuated.

Everybody Wants to Drive on Through the Night if it’s a Drive Back Home But he knows what rushing into love feels like and he knows it hurts like hell when one of the people in it decides it’s over. And he knows nothing lasts forever. Not even love.

Everyone Is Shaking To Your Name Ryan (and Spencer) go on voyeur sites.

Everything Else Is Meaningless Now Brendon Urie is the nerdy, socially awkward, and gay kid at his high school who gets beat up on a regular basis. Ryan Ross is the cool, popular, and straight kid at the same high school. When Ryan saves Brendon one day everything changes…

Everything I Am Ryan wants more than one person can possibly give him. Brendon tries anyway.

Everything Not Forbidden Is Compulsory A Robin Hood Fic! Ryan is seven when he meets Brendon Urie.

Evil Thoughts Ryan visits a bridge in the middle of the night, planning to leave the world for good.

Exactly What You Think It Is Brendon sends Ryan a copy of the new album.

Expect the Unexpected Sharing a bed hadn’t been their first choice.

Extenuating Circumstances The main difference between Ryan getting pregnant and Spencer getting pregnant was that Spencer had Jon, and Ryan had Brent.

Fae Attraction Urban fantasy AU. If they hadn’t been fighting, Ryan wouldn’t have walked into the group of fae.

Fair Market Value Things go a bit awry when he sees Ryan, and just can’t resist the purchase.

Fake Plastic Trees Ryan feels a twist in his heart, god, what he would give just to hear Brendon sing. To hear his voice, to hear him laugh, to hear him cry, to hear him gasp. To hear his own name fall from those lips. He shakes his head. He hates thinking about things that he knows will never, ever happen.

Falling In Love With Original Sin Ryan’s past keeps coming back to haunt him, his insecurities have prevented him from ever loving another; Until he meets Brendon Urie, the sexy, mysterious guy who makes Ryan feel things he can’t fully understand. Now, the ‘wall’ Ryan has built up over the years is slowly coming down..

Falling Is Like This Brendon is madly in love with the boy from the candy shop. The boy from the candy shop. There’s only one. “I bet he’s sweet,” Pete cracks and Brendon rolls his eyes and groans.

Fallout The world is killing itself in a mass nuclear war and Brendon and Ryan head underground.

Family Values Personally, I don’t care,” are the first words to drip from her mouth. Then, “She deserved it. Stupid slut slept with everyone around her, and a gay boy got her pregnant.” Ryan slips his eyes shut and thinks of her skin glistening under the florescent lights of the bathroom. She’s all china-doll and cold. He smiles to himself. She downed alcohol and pills; copy-cat, he thinks, almost venomously. But then again, he stopped feeling pity a long time ago.

Fascinate.

AND Fascinate. [part 2]

Boys and blood.

Fight Club Brendon is fighting for something. Ryan is curious as to what.

Fighting Just to Breathe Ryan’s friends buy him the shittiest birthday present ever. A gift certificate for yoga classes. But once Ryan meets his instructor, it turns out to be the best gift he could ever ask for. and Sequel Come Back to the Place We Are

Fighting the Flow Brendon is stubborn and Ryan is confused; the push and pull of power in a dysfunctional relationship, and the difficulties involved.

Fire Island The one with the deserted island and the abundance of Nightwish lyrics.

First Tell Me Which Road You Will Take The one where Ryan and Brendon chose to make it better.

Five Reasons Why Jon Almost Quit the Band (And One Why He Didn’t) Jon’s first weeks in the band were pretty hard on him.

Five Times Ryan Tries To Propose (And the One Time He Does)

Ryan is maybe kind of a colossal idiot.

Five Times Ryan Ross Let Brendon Urie Walk Away When He Should Have Told Him To Stay

Five Times Zack Almost Caught Ryan and Brendon (And the One Time He Didn’t) He knew the first time he met them there was something going on.

Flicker “Oh, right! Pixie dust. Right, I always forget that part.” Peter Pan!

Flowers

Brendon’s learning that the world is made up of many things, including evil. He also learns that evil is usually attracted to good people.

Flying Just Like “We have a Wendybird all of our own,” said Jon, “only butterfly-shaped. And, um. We used to call it Ryan.

Folkin’ Around “It’s about you, Ryan.”

Footnote in a Fairy Tale Ryan stood at the bar and sipped his drink, watching the crowd, waiting until he found whatever it was he’d been needing for the last few days. Ever since they’d arrived in London there’d been a feeling in the pit of his stomach, that something had to happen. He needed change, he needed excitement.

Footsteps In The Snow In Brendon’s world, all men are missing their halves and are doomed never to find them. But, one day, Brendon hears a voice in his head, and it’s not his own.

For a Minute There (I Lost Myself) “Brendon,” Ryan says, and his voice is low and quiet and curls up Brendon’s spine like a drunken serpent. Ryan’s fingers are long and thin. He taps a beat on the desk as he speaks. “Yes?” Brendon asks. “I think you’re magical,” Ryan says, “and I wanted to know how would you feel about doing hair for a rock band?”

For A Minute There He remembers when it was nothing more than playing, writing, making music with the boy who handed him the words and then took his breath.

For All the Right Reasons A look at a year in a relationship.

For Anyone, Ever Burned So Bright Ryan likes Brendon, and he likes secrets, and he doesn’t want the two to be mutually exclusive.

For His Sons (And Their Three Separate Hearts) Ryan thinks that hearts aren’t those big bouncy things that girls draw on love letters. No, they’re more lumpy, more thin and dripping.

For Keeps He sees Ryan, and Brendon knows that Ryan would be like one of those t-shirts that’s been washed way too many times, so worn through it’s almost translucent, with a few real holes showing through to skin, but soft. Soft and just the perfect fit, clinging to your skin in all the right places.

For Love Of The Sun Fallen Angel Fic! Brendon was an angel until he was exiled from the heavens. His wings were cut back and he fell down to Earth, losing all his memories in the process. When Ryan finds him on the streets, unconscious and helpless, it’s not like he can just leave him there.

For Other Meanings Of Tsunami See, the more Brendon thinks about it, the more it makes sense. Brendon is kind of genius; he just didn’t know it. Sex with Ryan. He guesses it could work.

For Whatever You Lose You can’t always get what you want… unless you fish it out of the ocean.

Forgetting You In A Cabaret Ryan Ross is the son of a wealthy strip joint and casino owner, but his father employs him to do a lot more than serve drinks.

Fortifications and Many Other Things He’s not mad at Ian, not really. It’s just that the way the curly haired boy was playing the guitar reminded him of someone.

Four Four defining moments. Four heartbreaks. But only one man caused them all.

Four Men And A Little Cabin Unrelated, nonlinear scenes from a recording cabin.

Freakend

"Assuming a little much, are we, Urie?"

Freaks An accident lands Ryan in the hospital, and he meets Jon, who tells him of a mysterious patient on their floor. There’s something not quite right about him, but then again, there’s something not quite right about Ryan as well.

French Kiss Ryan Ross comes to live with the Urie family.

From A Pretty Mouth Ryan likes Brendon in lip gloss.

Fuck Him Gently They lose their virginities together.

Full Circle Two boys, a boat, and the North Sea at night.

Futile Wars

Brendon and Ryan were together for nearly three years, but the relationship ended in tragedy. After over a year of silence they find themselves facing the past, only to realize it’s not the past quite yet.

Gay Chicken Pete wants to play a game which Ryan and Brendon are forced to take part in and they will do anything to win.

Get Back To The Place Where You Once Belonged Ryan always intended to be a novelist. Instead, he’s working as a copy editor for the Seattle Times. It’s not the only thing in his life that somehow got messed up. Also, Brendon writes a musical!

Get Off My Lawn! Ryan Ross promises never to be a cranky old man when he grows old. Well, he lied.

Get Ur Freak On

Whoops.

Gingerbread House Brendon and Ryan are moving into their perfect house or what they think is their perfect house, until it starts everything starts going wrong with it.

Give Me A Sign

Sign language. Ryan Ross doing sign language. With those hands. In front of Brendon.

Give Me Empathy Everyone has adorably useless superpowers.

Give Me More Standard Smoothie Hut Brendon and confusing as fuck Ryan in the lead up to Panic! at the Disco finally getting signed by surprisingly un-creepy Pete Wentz.

Give Up (Get Down)

Given Limits Exist Ryan and Brendon work together and they are perfect together.

Glory Fades

Something sacred, something so beautiful.

Gonna Be A Mighty King

It’s just a Wednesday, but Brendon can still be surprise king for a day.

Good Boy “Two can play at any game. Even Brendon’s disturbing sexual fantasies.

Got to Know for Sure There is a fifty-percent chance that, on certain days of the week, when the lunar cycle is in precisely the right position and Gabe Saporta’s pants are exactly the right shade of neon, Brendon may or may not have a teeny, tiny crush on Ryan fucking Ross.

Grace Brendon is an actor to which Ryan writes the script of his life for.

Grace Note Ryan is a journalist struggling to hold himself together and make a name for himself as a writer. Brendon is the lead singer of the popular band, “Industry of Being” until Brendon leaves the band with little explanation and Ryan is given his big break when he is the one asked to cover the story.

Gravity Fail

Ryan Ross has numerous epic Brendon related fails.

Growing Up And Grey Areas Ryan’s not expecting a new neighbor. He’s certainly not expecting that new neighbor to start attending his private boarding school, and he definitely isn’t prepared for the events that follow.

Guernica Ryan is a stuck-up artist who lives by his routines and never steps out of his familiar patterns. Then as he gets to know Brendon who doesn’t give a shit about rules or routines, or well, anything, it’s a collision of two worlds. Surprisingly, an odd friendship springs up from their acquaintance, but then the shadows of the past begin to unveil and soon they find themselves in a huge mess, one that neither of them is going to walk out of unharmed…

Guide Me Home “It was the first time I slept outside.”

Guilty Pleasure For every action, there are consequences. and Sequel: Gainsay

Hail the Seasons as They Go Ryan’s going off to college. He has less than a week left, a few days of spending time with his friends, with Brendon, and he doesn’t want to complicate anything.

Hand On Your Arm Brendon is blind, interviewers are morons and Pete is Pete.

Hangover From Hell The one where they get drunk and married. NOT A ONESHOT

Have A Little Faith In Me Ryan’s in witness protection. He’s alone, and he wants to keep it that way. Brendon, the new boy, fits in easily but can’t help being intrigued by the quiet boy at the back.

Have Found Out What You Are Like

Brendon splays his pale fingers over the smooth piano keys and just plays. By ear, by touch. There are sheets of music in front of him, but they’re for a different song. He can’t see them anyway, playing with his eyes closed, face blank.

He Acts Like We Never Have Met (I Don’t Believe You) An alternative universe fic of The Heart Rate of a Mouse in which Ryan goes back in time.

This is what we faggots do. Sit in the cars of strangers after sunset, watching them pay for a motel room at the reception.

He Knows He knows. I haven’t told him, but he knows. Brendon always knows with me.

He Was Just Hanging Around Ryan throws Brendon’s phone out the window and has to make up for it somehow.

He Watches The Ships That Come Sailing Pirate Fic! featuring Ryan the Reckless and Brendon who is a little bit lost. It’s cute!

Heart and Tender Heartdealing… Brendon recognizes the term, but in the same vague way that he recognizes the Mafia while really only knowing that it’s something he doesn’t want to mess with and involves people in suits. The term obviously doesn’t mean actual, physical hearts, since the jar looks to be just a wisp of cloudy shine. It’s more like the ability to love and hate and feel strongly about anything, all bottled in one jar and stolen out of someone. It’s shady shit.

Heedless in Rain Brendon, desperate for a place to live and low on cash, moves into an old apartment above an old bookstore. An old, haunted apartment.

Here Be Dragons “…and it’s exciting to be the first one to do this to him.” Time travel fic.

Here Comes the Sun Ryan likes to sing to his baby girl.

Hi, Brendon Urie Ryan met Brendon on a Monday, kissed him on a Tuesday, broke his heart on a Saturday and fixed it all on a Friday.

Hidden In Plain View Ryan wonders if it’s obvious or if it looks perfectly platonic, a group of friends hanging out, no one suspecting that two of them are something more

Hide the Razors “You shaved your eyebrows off.”

Hiding In Estrogen Brendon comes back to their hotel room and finds a beautiful, tall, lanky woman in high heels and a dress. But then he gets a closer look, and it’s not a woman.

Hints Brendon can read minds.

History-Proven Saftery Songs At some point, they’re going to have to stop buying things.

Hobo Ross Ryan takes Hobo to the vet.

Hold The Pose Brendon takes on a job as a cleaner for published writer, Ryan Ross, in order to fund his college studies. Spencer opens up an Indian style cafe and Jon, as always, is paid to make coffee.

Home Is Where The Heart Is Every year, an elf is sent down to every city to help raise Christmas spirit. This year, Brendon Urie was assigned to Las Vegas, Nevada. More importantly: Ryan Ross.

Honey, I’m Home! Ryan is dating a pussycat doll. As far as Brendon is concerned, that will never, not be funny. (Don’t-cha wish your girlfriend had a dick like B?)

Hot and Spicy Yum Ryan gets turned on by the smell of pizza. When Ryan orders pizza, it’s the new delivery boy, Brendon, who delivers it. Oh. This is kind of like a bad porno.

Hot For A Teacher

Hot Hot Heat So maybe it was weird that they were sitting on Ryan’s double bed in nothing but their boxer briefs and eating cherry popsicles, but they didn’t care. All they knew is it was fucking hot, like the hottest day of summer, and there was no air conditioner or osculating fans and the town was in the middle of a black out. Sequel is The Sinful Burn

House of Wolves Patrick scrubs at his eyes with his icy mittens, because there is no way a freaking wolf is standing in front of him— and sniffing his crotch, Patrick realizes wildly.

How A Resurrection Really Feels After narrowly escaping certain death, fierce, tough and masculine gang members Ryan and Spencer head out to the wilderness to avoid mortal danger (it isn’t Ryan’s fault!), accompanied by a heartless assassin who might turn on them at any second. Then there is the virgin Brendon, who really likes God and girl’s dresses. This fic is hilarious and sweet and sad and angry and well written.

How Did I Fall In Love With You? Bad things happen when Ryan reads fanfiction.

How Far Down Ryan likes his job, and it only gets more interesting when a new customer starts coming in regularly.

How Misery Loved Me Brendon had never seen Ryan cry.

How Naptime Can Go Horribly Right Ryan tries to take a nap until Brendon climbs into bed with him. Naked.

How To Kill A Straight Guy There was no possible way. No completely fathomable way that the human being standing in front of him was a guy.

How To Let The Sky Go Ryan teaches dance, sometimes, to those who aren’t completely incompetent or slow. It’s for these reasons and maybe a few more that he really doesn’t want to teach Brendon Urie how to dance.

Hum Along To The TV Everyone’s got something that they’re trying to quit. Whatever it is, there’s a group for it. Ryan and Brendon are no exception.

I Am Not Afraid To Walk This World Alone Brendon knows noses, Ryan knows how to be stubborn, and Spencer and Jon should know better than to say anything.

I Am the Derivative and You Are the Curves Ryan’s close to flunking and he needs a math tutor. That’s where Brendon comes in.

I Can Be Your Safe Haven (I Got Places You Can Lay Your Head) “Ryan, what’s going on? How did you get those bruises?”

I Can See How Jesus Wept Boarding school. Brendon takes it upon himself to corrupt Ryan’s virgin soul.

I Could Belong To The Night When Ryan’s best friend Spencer dies, he thinks he’s all alone.

I Don’t Even Know Where To Begin

Ryan finds a dog on his front porch.

I Don’t Have A Library Card…But I’d Love To Check You Out. Brendon is close to flunking out of college, and his roommate and partner in crime, Jon, is not helping. He seeks refuge in the school’s library and finds a little more than a place to study. This is a story about finding love, taking chances, and being true to one’s self.

I Fell In Love With a Dead Boy The strangest thing happened on Halloween night.

I Know Something the Piano Doesn’t Know Brendon is uninspired. Sex ensues.

I Know You’ve Got a Wild Streak At sixteen and having been in public school for five months now, it’s hardly Brendon’s first party. But it’s the first where someone’s caught his eye, where he hasn’t just showed up with Ryan and stuck by the older boy’s side until Ryan sat him down on a couch and told him to be careful before disappearing with some mostly drunk girl into someone’s bedroom.

I Love You More Than I Hate Bottles The Young Veins!!! Brendon is a huge fan. Like, a huge fan. And he’s so in love with Ryan Ross. You have no idea.

I Love You Or Something Like That Ryan has to prove himself the Casanova everyone says he is.

I Love You To Death And Beyond Crack! Ryan turns into a zombie, but Brendon loves him too much to let him go! Ryan just wants to eat Brendon’s brain.

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living Brendon and Ryan. Both psychotic murderers.

I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Brightly Colored Sex Toy It’s a butt plug, not a chastity belt.

I Spiked Your Cup With Angst And A Heart Attack It’s been three days and my mail has collectively gathered into one massive pile of responsibilities and reminders that life moves on without me.

I Swear I’m Not Folkin’ Around How Brendon wrote Folkin’ Around.

I Thought I Saw You Sometimes the world just isn’t a bright place. Sometimes there’s a reason, sometimes there isn’t. A story about trying to figure out how to live in the world and deal with the life and feelings you’ve been given.

I Thought The thing that Ryan and Brendon start up isn’t supposed to be anything other than a way to relax and unwind, but Brendon isn’t sure that’s what either of them really want.

I Wanna Be the One Brendon wants a baby. Badly. So badly that he would risk friendships to get one.

I Want My Hat Back Patrick wants his hat back. But who has it?

I Want To Hear The Same Song Twice Brendon is a DJ at a gay club, Spencer tends the bar, Jon has the best job title ever and Ryan is… complicated.

I Want To Wake Up Where You Are Panic broke up and Brendon went out on his own, he and Ryan haven’t seen each other for twelve years and Ryan has conflicting feelings when it comes to Brendon.

I Will Never End Up Like Him, Behind My Back I Already Am ”Then why are you still here?”

”Cause I-I’m not really here.”

”Then where are you?” “I am i-infront of you, but I’m not a-alive, Brendon.”

I Will Never Let You Fall When Brendon’s parents decided to adopt a child, they probably thought it would be a lot easier. Aka HoneyChocolate

I Wouldn’t Be Caught Dead Brendon finds out how “normal” Panic really is.

I’m All You Want And More

I’m Not The One and Sequel: The Objection of My Affection It’s been two years. Ryan’s in college and he is reunited with Mr. Urie.

I’d Rather Be Rolling Cigars Brendon can suck cock.

I’ll Be At The Cabin For Our Christmas The boys have decided to celebrate their holiday together before heading home for Christmas. They decided to do it in the place it feels the most acceptable, the cabin.

I’ll Be Every Breath Your Trembling Lips Taste Something happens to Brendon and Ryan just wants him to feel better.

I’ll Do Anything For You (No, Really)

Ryan gets sick and Brendon worries.

I’ll Have My Cake (And Eat It Too)

How exactly he ended up being able to hear his friends’ sexual thoughts is still a mystery to him.

I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours

"Have you ever done anything with someone else, Brendon?"

I’m Gone With the Moon, New With the Sun The first time Brendon realizes something is wrong is when he’s 6 years old.

I’m Not the One Mr. Urie is the new English teacher in Ryan’s high school.

If I Go To Hell, It’s Because I’m An Avid Slasher My obsession had started around the time I was a freshman in high school. (It’s really funny just read it.)

If I Never Knew You When Ryan is sent to live with his aunt after his mom gets fed up with his behavior, he is pissed. He never expected to meet a boy who was so different that he could change Ryan’s life forever.

If I Were Stalking You Then I’d Know Your Favorite Cookie Flavor (Oatmeal Raisin, By the Way) Spencer’s a video game addict, Jon’s kind of an ass, Brendon’s in Fall Out Boy and Ryan, uh, well he has a stalker.

If I Were Stalking You Then I’d Know Your Favourite Cookie Flavour (Oatmeal Raisin, By The Way) Spencer’s a video game addict, Jon’s kind of an ass, Brendon’s in Fall Out Boy and Ryan, uh, well he has a stalker.

If the Moon’s a Balloon In which Brendon is an unconventional Christmas tree fairy and Jon is altogether too interfering.

If the Stars Could Sing “I only want love from people who know what love is.”

If This Isn’t The Kingdom Then I Don’t Know What Is It’s been almost a year and a half since the last time that Ryan just showed up like this, and you’d think that Brendon would be surprised, but he’s not.

If You See Me On A Corner Ryan picks up a hustler.

If Your Heart Speaks to Me Mute!Brendon

In Case the Scene Gets Nasty Ryan and Brendon have been at each other’s throats for as long as they can remember. But things start to change. How else are they supposed to spend the long hours of detention together? Sequel: In Case the Scene Stays Nasty.

In My Linen (You Are Skin Again)

All he wants to do is kiss every square inch of Brendon’s body, wants his lips to be as feather light and almost nonexistent as when Brendon is writhing beneath the sheets for that ghosting

In Nobody’s Eyes But Mine Ryan had thought he was immune to the spontaneous little moans and screams Brendon is capable of making from their shows, but it’s just different when they’re all naked.

In Our Family Portrait… Blarie’s story of growing up with Ryan and Brendon as her fathers, and their family album.

In the Event I Lose Myself Brendon and Ryan are obvious soul mates.

In The Sound Brendon quits Panic! At the Disco and becomes a hairdresser, watching from afar as his former friends and band-mates rise to fame. One day, after years of silence, Ryan Ross wanders into his salon and asks for a haircut.

In These Lines

In Your Eyes Beauty Be Found High school with a bit of a weird twist? Brendon has a secret that could, potentially, ruin his life. Naturally, Ryan Ross finds out.

Infinite Sometimes With the help of his friends, Ryan has just learned how to like life. Brendon hasn’t yet found such luck. This is a story about strong relationships, trust, not wanting to be alone, and holding hands. There’s a river, and just like its never-ending path to the ocean, some things just go on forever. Sometimes you need someone more than you need yourself, and sometimes, that’s okay.

Innocence (In a Sense) This is his job, and maybe it’s not the most professional thing to do, but sometimes things have to happen in order to make things right. And if putting criminals behind bars means Brendon has to get a little dirty, then so be it.

Insanity Madeline Michelle Urie could hear the screams of the half dead in the victims in the experiment-morgue room across the hall.

Insomnia Is The Excuse For The Lack Of Something You’ve Never Known Sometimes Ryan wondered why Brendon was so childish.

Intoxicated Circulation Brendon has a couple too many and gets a little bit persistent as to discovering Ryan’s sexual orientation.

Invisible Fences

Iron, Neon Lights & Weed Brendon wants to get a record deal at all costs. He joins the Las Vegas underground music scene, but ends up distracted when he falls for Ryan, a scene king with little interest in attachments.

Irrevocably Combined Where-in Ryan really just needs some time to figure a few things out.

Isn’t This Exactly Where You Want Me? (In an Airplane Bathroom) Ryan and Brendon get on a plane. Ryan and Brendon meet. Ryan and Brendon hold hand holds. Ryan and Brendon sneak off.

It Isn’t Stupid When It’s You

Brendon notices the cameras first, turning away, and Ryan can’t help but mouth ‘I love you’ as he does. He’s sure no one notices.

It Sure As Hell Ain’t Normal, But We Deal Brendon is in a relationship with his ex-teacher.

It Was A Plane Ride Mile high club. Ryan, quite possibly, hated everything imaginable about his job. Co-workers were a bitch, mainly the girls, and pilots were usually an arrogant asshole or nervous wreck. The costumers? Beyond words.

It Was Always You Post-Divorce Cabin Fic. Basically Spencer, Ryan, Jon, and Brendon get back together in the cabin for a week.

It’s Just A Stupid Ring or How Brendon Baggins Saved Middle Ramen

It’s Only A Crime If I Get Caught Ryan is sent to the Urie household for behavior adjustment and scares the living crap out of Brendon. That is, until Brendon realizes Ryan’s not as bad as he first thought.

It’s A Week Before Christmas And I Meet You It’s a week before Christmas and Ryan meets Brendon for the first time.

It’s All Okay When I Say “You and I” This is adorable, seriously. High school with a Christmas Plot. Brendon wants to get Ryan’s attention by being his Secret Santa. The problem is, Ryan is the coolest guy in school, with more people pursuing him than Brendon cares to think about.

It’s Always Cloudy (Except For When You Look Into The Past) Timetravel! Where in a future version of Ryan comes back to tell his younger self that things will get better. Cute!

It’s Good To Be Feeling Ryan knows what he wants.

It’s Hard To Face The Holidays Without For Christmas, Ryan doesn’t get a dog. Spencer gets his train set. Brendon doesn’t get his deck of cards. He also doesn’t get a friend. Christmas 1992-2006.

It’s Just Curiosity So the thing is, Brendon needs Ryan’s dick.

It’s Just Like Flying “Why don’t you own any cool movies?” Brendon inquires, muffled from where his head is inside the TV cabinet.

It’s Just Like Flying Brendon and Ryan are bored.

It’s Not Repression, It’s Denial Ryan and Brendon are not in love. No, seriously, they’re not. Jon is just delusional.

It’s The Mess That Feels So Right …And he’s suddenly confident and knows exactly what to do.

It’s Written on the Wind Beatles/PATD crossover. It’s the Spring of 1967, and the last thing Abbey Road intern Ryan Ross expects, or even wants, is to become instantly attracted to a guy let alone a session musician named Brendon with a bad habit of not knowing when to give up. It would be a very, very bad idea, and Ryan’s determined to avoid it (and him) at all costs. A tale of scarves, Carnaby Street, music, and falling into something rivaling a Burt Bacharach Standard.

Jingle All the Way Brendon is annoying Ryan so Ryan makes him pay in the Christmas way.

July 6th, The Day For The Forgotten. "Exactly two years ago, to this day, you told me you wanted to leave. You said you wanted to leave the band. You said you wanted to leave me." Brendon winces at the thought. "That was the worst day of my life," He says quietly.

Just A Matter Of Time Until We’re All Found Out There was this smoothie shop on the way home; Ryan liked to stop there often but there was this really obnoxious kid always working there now.

Just A Teenage Douchebag, Baby Ryan is determined to have a good day.

Just One of the Girls “Spence, I’m. Look, I’m going to prove this girl-thing to you, okay? I’m going to,” he held up his hands, “this is so brilliant, I’m going to become a girl.”

Just This Once, Be My Savior In which Ryan has a daughter, Brendon has a nephew and somehow, they manage to fall in love.

Part Two

#ryden #ryden fanfiction

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tiffyfoundsomething · 2 years

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My First Barbie

I have an actual review! I haven’t done one of those in some time.

This would have been done months ago but the delivery date on the ones I’d ordered kept being pushed back and back and I finally cancelled the one that I was able to cancel and went and bought the doll in person at Target instead.

My First Barbie costs about $20 everywhere, including Amazon: https://amzn.to/3xTsDVR

Amazon, however, apparently sold dolls they didn’t have and have kept pushing delivery dates back while stores like Walmart and Target have had these on the shelves the whole time.

I had hoped she’d be easy to remove from the packaging but she was pretty average. Some snips here, some tears and rips there (bubbles glued to the backing), 6 plastic tabs in the back of her head...

Why...

And she was free.

She does have some prominent seams on one arm and those little injection points that are common to soft-bodied dolls.

After having handled her a bit I think that she is not a skinny skeleton under a thick layer of vinyl like the 90′s click leg Barbies were, but instead a shell with a thin layer of vinyl over top.

@queenofsquids compared the feel of her “skin” to that of a fresh yet greasy pink eraser and I can’t think of any better way to put it.

She does feel greasy.

Her face isn’t particularly spotty. It does look like it was printed in dots, but they’re close together and looks pretty good.

She had a chunk of plastic in her hair, and it was both sparsely rooted and distressingly oily.

When I washed her hair it suddenly felt horrible. It’s very grippy and I couldn’t get my fingers through it. It also curled up funky in on spot where the hair is cut short.

A boil dunk did help.

Right now I’m waiting for it to dry again so I can see how it feels dry after being washed and then I’ll see about conditioning it.

EDIT: I feels alright after drying, though still feels a bit oily. Might be Saran.

I can’t tell what fiber it is, all I can tell is that it feels very bad. It behaves like polypropylene in that it gets messy very easily with minimal touching, but it’s glossier than I’m used to poly being.

First brushing with the provided brush resulted in a little bit of hair loss. This is normal.

For me, so far, the feel of the “skin” and the hair were both sensory nightmares.

Luckily, I was warned.

I did eventually get fed up with the greasiness and washed her hair AND body. Her body feels nicer after being washed, and her hair felt oh so much worse, as I mentioned above.

Her articulation is ok, but not great. Her shoulders can move in and out and spin all around, and her head can turn but not look up nor down.

Knees don’t bend far, and neither do her elbows. Being a shell with a thin layer of vinyl would explain why her elbows and knees look so nice when bent.

She was already showing white stress lines in her joints when I deboxed her.

I didn’t see if she could do the splits because it didn’t cross my mind. I’m more concerned with how well a doll can sit.

She sits very well. Back straight and knees a bit apart or together. My doll is a little off-balance and warped, however, and tends to lean.

As others have mentioned, she’s rather hefty.

She was relatively easy to undress despite her skin being a bit grabby, because the dress is very loosely fit throughout including the shoulder straps. For whatever reason there was cardboard under her dress.

Since Mattel claims this doll is easy to dress, I also ordered an outfit that I felt would put that to the test: A swimsuit.

Available here on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3XY0yre

What’s the hardest thing to get on an old click-leg Barbie? Pants, tights/hose, and swimsuits.

It was ALMOST easy to remove until I discovered three of those tiny plastic tabs. I hate these things SO much.

Getting the swimsuit on wasn’t too difficult up until I got to her upper thigh, then I had to work a bit to get it the rest of the way on.

I also snagged it immediately with it’s own Velcro-like closure. I can see that frustrating kids... It frustrated me as a kid.

Her default booties were kind of difficult to get on her feet because her ankles and heels are a bit soft, but the sandals from the swimsuit pack were very easy to put on (I forgot to take a photo...). The sandals also stay on well. I did give her a good shake.

Her glasses can also survive a shake, but not the hat. The hat is a bit too small for her head.

The fit of the swimsuit is shapeless and boxy, and that’s alright. It does make it easier to get on and off and is still rather cute.

Perfect fit for G3 Monster High Lagoona, though. Her earrings are..... Somewhere around here.

Sooooooo in the name of science, and because it came up not too long ago, I gave her foot a gentle chomp to see what happened.

It’s a softer, bouncier texture than 90′s click legs, and there is no bitterant applied. I think it’s too soft to really encourage chewing, but I don’t think it would stop a child that was inclined to chew a doll’s feet, either.

A gentle chew did mark her foot easily, however, and a boiling didn’t undo the damage.

(That piece of her right foot was already missing.)

All in all, despite the sensory unhappiness brought on by the texture of her hair and skin, I rather like her.

As others had said, it may well be because the size she is now in my hands as an adult is similar to the size Barbie seemed then, when I was a child and it’s hitting a bit of nostalgia that I didn’t know was missing.

#my first barbie #barbie #doll #dolls #product review #affiliate links

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sketchfanda · 1 year

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Chestnut Stud Acros the Multiverse: Warrior Monk Review: Peg Pete

Static and pixels danced across the screen as it flashed to life, the red dot alongside the word REC blinking as the camera was switched on. A figure adjusting it as it was soon hovering, revealing it was a hover drone camera as its owner looked towards the lens. One word came to mind when looking at her and that word was MILF!! She was one fine hot peice of of a woman, simple tight white denim jeans hugging her meaty legs with their thick thighs and proud child baring hips and her curvy bodacious upper torso kept modest by a baggy pink sweater that hugged her tight in all the right places on her luscious sun kissed tanned complexion. The humanoid canine/fline woman shaking off any sense of nervousness or hesitation as she looked and spoke towards the camera, no doubt addressing whoever was sure to be viewing this. "Right so hello there everyone,I assume many of you checking this out are women obviously..."She quipped before mumbling to herself. "Though god help if who knows how many men were to see this..." Catching herself before she said anything further and incriminating. "Aaannyways I'm Peg Pete, though that last name's no longer pending once the divorce is finalised. Pretty overdue if you ask me, much like when I decided to officially end it with that bloated gasbag of a man, I tell you if I ever see that wideload again it'll be too soon. ANY who we're not here to talk about the past, this is about the present, mainly the literal and figurative such as the interesting little package a friend sent me from Capsule Corp..." the curvy thicc milf quipped, as she turned to for Something as the camera was fixed in her backside. Those tight white denim jeans hugging her legs like painted on second skin as her ass jiggled with the sway of her sensual hips. Humming as she seemed to be fishing for the aforementioned package.

“Ah here we go now…” she remarked as she found what she’d been looking for, turning to show a Dyna-Cap in her hand. Held between her thumb and pointer finger before she clicked the top button and threw it a few feet from herself. The coloured smoke popping up and fading away to regal a containment pod, humming to herself as she pushed the red button, steam flowing as the door hissed open. From within emerged the familiar Krillin clone,the Warrior Monk sporting s tight pair of speedo shorts between allowing his Adonis physique to be shown off and if you looked closely just right, you could see a number and the Capsule Cocks logo. Peg quietly hummed as she tilted her head back and forth, her pretty face scrutinised the figure before. Seemed she wasn’t impressed so far but she was certainly curious as she walked around the compact chromedome who simp,y stood to attention awaiting instructions. “Not all too handsome or oretty but definitely easy on the eyes. Bit on the short side but you’re definitely in shape…” the divorcee continued her assessment as she placed her hands on the Warrior Monk and began to feel him up. Caressing and massaging his muscles as she couldn’t help but purr. Sensually biting her lip as any doubt or concerns she had about her gift we’re beginning to erode. “Though maybe I just need to get to know you a little better. More intimately, more sensually….more..” she remarked as her hands traced her palms and fingertips along his arms to his shoulders, down along his pecs to his abs before pausing as they reached the crotch of his Spatz. Blinking as she found herself feeling up quite the distinct bulge there and then. It’s clear she couldn’t quite believe what her hands on at this moment, looking at her stoic sex doll with disbelief and a hint of curiosity. This couldn’t be what this had to be, was it?

“That can’t be real….” All the same Peg knelt in the floor and grasped the waistband of her Krillin clone’s shorts. Tugging them down before she widened her eyes and dropped her jaw with aghast shock as his cock sprung forth into the open air. Twitching as it stood in a state between relaxed but ready to rise to erectness once aroused as the single mom felt her face blushjng red. “W-well now seems they broke the mould when they made you big where it really counts..” her tone carrryjng a hint of huskiness and awe as she grasped hismcock and began to stroke it. Panting with growing desire as for the first time in who knows how long,she felt so turned on. Thighs rubbing together as she felt the crotch of her jeans get wet,warm and sticky, her nipples perky as she leaned her face in close to what she could say, she was about to call her new best friend. Pressing her lips to his as she gasped at feeling him respond within seconds of the sensual contact. His tongue probing and invading her mouth while his hands reached out to grab her white denim clad booty. Palms resting on those glorious ass cheeks as he began to squeeze and massage them, making Peg moan and quiver. For how stoic and cool to a point of seeming emotionless he as he came off, this little guy was proving himself a skilled and capable lover as their tongues danced and swapped spit. The divorcee milf could swear she hadn’t felt so giddy and aroused since high school as her own hands got busy to explore and caress his sculpted muscles before she soon grasped and stroked that twitching,hard cock of his. Feeling the pre flow and soak her palm and fingers with its sticky warmth.

Before the sexy MILF knew it,she gasped as her Warrior Monk broke their liplock, shoving her off and stunning her as he grabbed and pulled off her pink sweater. The camera catching the perfect shot of her tits bouncing free in the air to expose the fsct she had no bra on underneath it. Blushjng and soon moaning as she found him grabbjng and squeezing her funbags before he motorbiated his head between them. Assaulting them with licks and kisses as he took her nips into her mouth to suckle on them, Peg moaning as she she’d and caresses his smooth chromedome. “Aaaah so sudden and forceful. Now that’s a man who takes cha-?!” Whatever Peg was about to say was cut off as she found him working away at undoing the fly of her jeans. Unbuttoning snd unzipping before grabbing them by the waistband, pulling them down to expose a racy sexy black thong. Her juicy asscheeks devouring the T back to make it seem even saucier. Peg panting as she felt herself becoming bitch in heat as her Warrior Monk sucked on one tit and juggled another within his squeezing grasp while his free hand plunged down the front of her thong to caress her slit,making her oussy juices flow and rain down on her smooth mahogany floor. It was all so unreal for the MILF to find herself living out such raw,primal sensual intimacy like she was making her own amateur porn an she was quite frankly, loving every goddamn second of his. “Ooooh fuck,you little sex machine,keep going,take me to heaven…” To say he glsdly,obliged her would be an understatement to say the very least.

Peg found herself laying back flat on the smooth wood floor of her hoe, her legs spread as her Warrior monk pried her thong was pressing his face deep into her warm,wet groin. Tongue probing her nether lips as he massaged her inner walls and drank uo her flowing juices as he held and caressed her hips. Before she soon trapped his bald head between her thighs,giving a firm squeeze as she held him in place to roll around, soon having him lay on his back as she sat on his fsce. Humping and grinding her bubble butt as his oral penetration deepened and intensified. “Mmm loving the tongue work little man but it’s not fair I get to be the only one feeling good..” she quipped,sensually biting her lip as she locked her gaze kn thst twitching erect cock of his. Grasping it as she began to stroke and jerk his length and girth before leaning her upper torso forward. Raining licks and kisses on his shaft as his scent overwhelmed her senses, the taste of his heavy flowing pre dazzling her tastebuds as she drank it up bobbing her head uo and down driven to take inch after inch of this veiny piece of heaven all the way balls deep. The milf and her Krillin clone assaulting each other with oral pleasure in a classic 69 position, as the latter would squeeze and slap her ass, making those booty cheeks jiggle like jelly. While Peg was now licking and sucking on his tip as she sandwiched his cock between ehr plump and juicy tits, jerking him off with her funbags. Eyes flowing with pink hearts of lust as she truly felt undiscovered heights of sexual ecstasy. And she was loving it! It wasn’t long before she took her video review to what was a regular habit when it came to the Warrior Monk, thst being the montage of erotic love making.

“Aahn fuck yeah! Right there my little man..don’t stop,you’re so much bigger and better han my ex! Fuck me so you ruin me for other men!!” Among other such obscene remarks that came out of Peg’s mouth when she wasn’t busy panting and panting like the bitch in heat she had become. Riding her Warrior Monk cowgirl style as he guided his hands from her hips to her ass, to her waist and tits, as her booty and boobies bounced and swayed hypnotically and erotically. That is whe the degenerate milf wasn’t grasping and clasping his hands, face a smiling expression of shameless sexual bliss and ecstasy as she brought her lips close to kiss him with all the sloppy thirst and desire of a horny teenager. Their skin glowing with a sheen of perspiration as Peg couldn’t keep count of her orgasms but gladly rolled with the momentum of changing and shifting positions when her compact stud would blow his load. A warrior monk may not have been capable of knocking up their lovers but Capsule Cocks didn’t want to deny their eager customers the rush and thrill of a man going raw and bareback on them and filling their womb with their hot white cream. The hot single milf was pornographic poetry in motion as she rode the momentum bringing her to the peak of ecstasy over and over like surfing a tidal wave as her new sex friend aimed to deliver on and oblige her desire to 'ruin her for other men'. Her moans in a sensual synch with the slapping of their loins as the camera pickedup the jiggle of her tits and the shaking of her thunderclapping ass, gasping as she found her little man suddenly shift their postion,sitting up to pounce and pin her down on her back, not breaking their liplock or the connection of their loins to her surprise and delight. More so when she found him grabbingher legs by the ankles as he pushed them back until her feet laid on either side of her head as he had her body folded into a mating press. Deepning his penetration as she found herself in a mating and she was loving each and every damn moment of his. The heavy hammering and stretching of her inner walls and the slap of his big balls against her sloppy wet netherlips music to her ears as the drone camera caught every second of it.

And it didn't miss a single juicy detail as the passage of time was marked by the sunlight pouring in,indicating every hour that passed closer to the dusk of sunset. With the milf and her warrior monk relentless in ensuring this video review wasn't going to be lacking in material to tease and tanalise viewers and potential paying customers. The Krillin clone taking Peg doggystyle as he smacked and squeezed her slutty ass, hips blurring as he jackhammered his raging hard cock into her snatch's sloppy embrace. Deepthroated moans pouring forth from her delighted lips as her tits swung like a pornographic metronome to laying flat on her front as he mounted and fucked her prone bone,kissing and licking along her neck and shoulders, the milf biting her lip sensually as the raw surge of pleasure running along her spine was such a rush. To having her arms and legs wrapped around his compact,powerful body as she made out with him with a relentess hormonal thirst, tits rubbing agaisnt his firm pecs as she bounced and rode on his cock. Her shortstack stud showing off by not holding her,performing this vertical fuck hands free. All the while their juices splashed and rained down on the floor to make a growing puddle. Spread eagle,missionary, Peg was aiming for the kama sutra and her little man was going to give it all to her and then some. The camera showing what seemed to be the final scene as Peg was snoring softly, her Warrior Monk still connected to her,his godly cock in her snatch as he held her waist while she hugged her arms around him. A sensual smile and blush on her face as they basked in the afterglow and the scent of sex in the air. The camera drone flickering between pixels and static before it showed it was the next morning. Sunlight shining through as the cicads hummed and chirped their song alongside the birds. Along with the sound of running water and steam pouring forth from the open door of what could only be the bathroom.

Peg hummed a simple little tune to herself as she walked into view,draped in a fluffy silky bathrobe which hugged her curvy thicc frame wonderfully before she undid and shed the article of clothing. Naked as the day she was born once more,entering the bathroom and stepping into the shower to join her Warrior Monk who was already inside, moaning erotically as she basked in the hot steamy spray of water. More so as her little man began to grope and pleasure her,kissing along her stomach and thighs before she began to return the favour, pressing her lips to his as they made out and assaulted each other's bodies with some sensual heavy petting. Before the Milf paused in their foreplay as she caught sight of something, which was indicated to be the drone camera. Leaning out as she held the frames of the shower to give a bemused, playful glare as if she had caught someone in the act of peeping on her and her little man with the camera's level of definition and angle giving the viewers a fine shot of her wet mane and body, moisture running down along her bombshell form as she shuddered and moaned. Loooking playfully over her shoulder to see her Krillin clone playing her asscheeks like a bongo drum while he ate out her pussy and rimmed her anal pucker as if having the most delicious meal he had ever been offered. Before she turned her attention back to the camera and reached out to grab it. "What? You're still here? Show's over, go home and buy your own you kinky thirsty bitches...and babe? Thanks very much for the recommendation...." Blowing a kiss at the camera as she soon turned it off, pixels and static filling the screen. That was that for the review as the viewer exited out of fullscreen mode to find themselves back on the Capsule Cocks shopping page for the Warrior Monk.

The mouse cursor hovered over the next set of preview shots for the video reviews of the Krillin sex doll clone as if clearly whoever had just watched that video was now feeling more than tempted. Shifting between that and the add to shopping basket option for the Warrior monk before it soon went down to the video review tab and clicked the more options. Soon finding the video library on display before them currently set between most poular and recent. The comments picked and highligted from many of these videos reading out like the letters one would send to Penthouse. The viewer humming and hawing before they soon brought their cursor over one very tantalising video preview image and clicked play. Fullscreen mode kicked in as the video began to buffer and load, allowing the potential paying customer to see if they could be persuaded just a bit further more to become another very thoroughly satisfied customer. Just another day of well earned profit and clout for Bulma's special Rated R/XXX division. Who says sex didn't sell?!

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