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[chonideno]

heyyy on the topic of your writing and krbk, your writing got me into krbk right around the end of high school and having them around has brought a lot of happiness and nice things into my life through all the years since then! and pulled a lot of urge to write out of me as well! i always find your thoughts on the pursuit of happiness interesting and really resonate w the idea of chasing what brings you joy at the time and accepting that the past is the past. i'll always be happy to have found your writing when i did (honestly a lot of krbk i read back then doesn't resonate the same anymore but yours somehow doesn't get old) and hope you keep finding things that bring you joy! :)

good for you! yeah some characters and ships become inevitably weaved into periods of our life for a lot of chronically online people (including us apparently) and that's fine! it's like everything else - it's good and then it ends. doesn't mean it didn't happen. doesn't mean it shouldn't matter. it was there! what more could we possibly ask for!

I'm on a similar page, most of what I've re-read doesn't ring the same bell as it used to, and that's fine. the intensity I remember feeling is still out there, I can still find it (in me, in others, in places and moments). I've also re-read some of my own work and I look on it fondly, even though now I can see through it more clearly. it's so corny and often not deep enough and almost always unbalanced but I loved writing it at the time and that's the important part.

I keep finding things that bring me joy yes!! and I cherish all of it. one day it'll be gone and on that day I'll be glad it happened.

[krizste]

[imoncloud7]

casual (oikawa x reader smau)

"this is a friendship between two people that allows sexual intercourse. rather than having a relationship that focuses on the emotional needs, this type of relationship is based only on sexual needs. In between boyfriends? feeling restless? horny? lonely? It's at this time when you call up your your friend and fullfill the "obligations" of a casual relationship. during this, you are fullfulling your sexual needs. there's no need to mess around with with sadness, jealousy, or any other pesky emotions that are found in typical relationships" - urban dictionary on "casual relationships"

cw; mentions of drugs (cigarettes), alcohol, depression, mental health (generally just not suited towards a younger audience pls)

last updated: 8/6/24

series m.list

introduction

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

part 9

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[ophii]

are there still fnaf fans in 2024 that care about these guys.......... they are my children

au stuff below cut

okokSO some of them have full names in my au lets goo

obviously evan and elizabeths last names are afton. im gonna go with evan nathaniel afton becvause why not,, and elizabeth marie afton because, again, why not

susies full name is susan and her fullfull name is susan rose meyer

fritz is fritz kieran miller. susie and fritz get german last names cause theyre german in my au. fritz is also irish

cassidy and jeremy are siblings bc why not!! cassidy astrantia chihara and jeremiah allium chihara. flower middle names moment

gabriels name is gabriel levi smith. idk

charlies is obvious. but im giving her a middle name. charlotte lee emily

yeah thats it!! some of them have birth months: charlies is may, evans is november, fritzs is july, susies is april, andd thats all i have figured out.

OH and ethnicites bc ...yeah

elizabeth and evan are british and half hispanic. they get their dads genes, clearly. dw michael has some melanin

charlie is mixed: white and indian

cassidy and jeremy are japanese

fritz and susie are german. fritz, like i said, is also irish

gabriel is african american

ok thats enough ranting GOODBYE!!

[ivystoryweaver]

Decadent chapter 3

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Summary: You and Miguel can't keep your hands off each other. Will he be able to tell you the truth about himself?

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings/notables: NSFW 18+, cursing, p in v, masturbation, oral -m and f receiving, mention of a period, but just a mention. (non period) Blood, violence, numbness: reader is partially paralyzed and not in control of the situation for a bit. sex is consensual but the paralytic is not. nor is the biting/feeding. Miguel is a bad boy. You've been warned. not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on Decadent...

"Talk to me, Miguel," you softly ordered, halting your motions. You needed some feedback.

"Fuck, don't - don't stop," he husked, his hand joining yours to jerk him off. It took him a little bit longer than the first time, but as his warmth coated your hand, running down your wrist, you realized that working with Miguel could end up being a lot of fun.

Every day at your new job was an adventure - a mind-expanding, challenging, thrilling, orgasm-inducing adventure.

Miguel did not sacrifice one moment of work in the lab, nor behave in any way as if he'd been inside you on a daily basis.

But just like the first time, once you were back in his office...

Pretty much every day for the last two weeks, he needed you to "come over here and look at something," - which would inevitably end up with you on his lap. He really did have things to show you, but they varied in range, from deep, scientific hypotheses, to deep, frantic thrusts of his cock inside you.

Miguel loved for you to ride him, sitting on his lap, at his desk. Seeing how he appreciated your legs so much, you made sure to wear a skirt and the sexiest possible panties. He had a shredded collection of them in his desk drawer, and he'd already gifted you several new pairs.

So you were this girl now: working a challenging, fullfulling job in your dream field, while also letting your boss fuck your brains out.

Lucky you.

"Fuck, Miguel, fuck!" You gasped as he gripped your hips, roughly dragging you back and forth on his lap. Gripping the edge of his desk, you pushed your ass back to meet him thrust for thrust, bouncing and moaning the way he loved.

While he lived to work you up slowly and get you all needy and begging beneath him, when you were on top, he knew you liked it fast.

He had, a time or two, added the slightest bit of super speed to his hips rabbiting up into you, drawing the most obscene little noises out of your pretty mouth. He hoped you hadn't noticed the odd things about him yet - how he would never finger you, fearing his talons would slice you. How he would fuck you so fast that he might as well be your personal vibrating fuck toy.

Or how he never kissed you.

God, how he wanted to. But no. You had clearly seen his fangs by now since they weren't retractable like his talons, but he couldn't risk hurting you. And if he cut your tongue - fuck - he couldn't even dwell on how the mixture of your tongue and your blood would taste inside his mouth.

He had to control himself. But, with each day that passed, with each time he spread you across his desk and worshipped your gorgeous body - he wondered if he had the strength to keep his fangs out of your supple skin.

You came suddenly, your cries of pleasure shamefully loud. Feeling Miguel slowing inside you, you managed to lift up off his lap and turn around, kneeling in front of him.

"Baby, what are you--oh shit..." he gasped as you took his slick, coated length into your hot mouth. You had been on your knees for him before, sucking him relentlessly until he came.

Then it evolved. Instead of quick fucks on his lap, with your skirt bunched up around your waist, Miguel started asking you to strip for him. You found that the slower and more deliberately your pulled your clothes from your body, the more desperately he fucked you.

Being stark naked in his office became this unexpected thrill for you. Sometimes you would work that way -not in the lab -never there. But you would arrive in the morning, give Miguel a little striptease and promptly sit down at your desk wearing nothing but high heels.

His newest thing was to give you instructions. He would coyly mix questions about work with sexual requests and commands.

"Tell me what you think of this article..." blurred with, "spread your legs for me."

Miguel liked to give you instructions while you were naked. "Show me your pussy... touch yourself... play with your nipples..." and one day he folded his massive arms over his chest, leaned back in his chair and said, "Crawl to me."

Without hesitation, you eased out of your chair, completely naked, and slowly started crawling toward your boss on your hands and knees. You thought he would demand that you suck him off, but instead, he rewarded you.

Spreading your naked body across his desk, he kept his fangs safely behind his lips - and with no sucking whatsoever, he used his tongue to wring two orgasms in a row from your soaking wet cunt.

You could die happy - really, you could. Miguel O'Hara - genius, sex god - had fucked you with his tongue.

You were fully aware that a "relationship" like this was probably a bit supernova, and would likely run its course. Miguel would eventually get bored of all the sexy games and move on to his next source of entertainment. It might even get weird, but you felt like you would be able to keep your professional relationship in tact.

And in the meantime, you were having the time of your life with the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on.

Sure enough, one day, Miguel was different. As soon as you walked into his office, ready to lift up your skirt and show him the royal blue, cheeky panties he'd given you - he held up his hand and told you to stop.

"Don't - not today." He never explained himself, except to say he wasn't really feeling well. The two of you remained fully clothed and then headed to the lab for a completely normal day of work. At the end of the day, he offered a weak apology.

"Don't come in tomorrow," he ordered, avoiding looking at you. "Actually...take a few days off. I need some time to think."

Okay, that offended you.

"Miguel, if you want to get more work done, I understand that," you explained, wondering if he thought all the fooling around was interrupting the research. "You don't have to send me home."

"I don't recall asking for your input," he all but snapped. "I don't care what you do. Work from home. Just don't come in the rest of the week."

Narrowing your eyes, you decided to keep your mouth shut. You were not going to get emotional in front of him, even if he was being rude. You left without another word.

Miguel had never felt more like a monster, nor more disgusted with himself. He was growing rather attached to you, and you still didn't know what he was. The problem was...he smelled you. Your monthly cycle was imminent. He'd never had a problem like this around other women, but it had been a while since he worked so closely with one.

Repulsed by his own anatomy and thoughts, he slammed his fist into the nearest wall, leaving a gaping hole. How was he supposed to get any work done with a brilliant mind like yours if he couldn't even handle your womanly body doing normal things? He knew the answer. You were the perfect one - he was the monster.

Fuck.

This wasn't going to work. He couldn't send you away for a few days a month. What kind of misogynistic asshole would he be? Apparently, the kind who would do what he just did!

Reaching for his phone, he sent you a message.

'Hey, I'm really sorry about today. I was an asshole. I wasn't feeling very well. You can come in to the office if you want to get your work done. I'll be out of town for a couple days. We can talk then, if it's okay. Sorry again.'

He was both relieved and nervous to read your reply.

'Thanks for letting me know. If I did something wrong, please just tell me. I can handle it. Are you sure you're okay?'

It took him an hour to figure out a response.

'It's not you. You're doing amazing work. And I love the time we spend together. Can I make it up to you when I get back? Have dinner with me.'

You freaked the hell out. Was Miguel asking you out? And where was he going for the next few days? If it was a work trip, why didn't he tell you about it? You supposed he might explain a little more when he returned.

The big night arrived. Miguel actually sent a car for you - to bring you to his home. You were expecting dinner in a nice restaurant, but as the car pulled up to a posh skyscraper not too far from the office, you realized Miguel lived here.

To your delight and surprise, he met you in the lobby, smiling warmly as you entered the building.

"Hi, you look incredible," he sweetly complimented, taking your hands and kissing your cheek. "Come on, I'm on the top floor."

Of course he was.

The two of you took an elevator up a few floors - then got out and switched to a private elevator which was operated by a key. An attendant greeted Miguel and was promptly dismissed so the two of you could ride up to the top floor alone.

"This is all very you," you commented, feeling your stomach flip-flop as the elevator zinged upward.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes playfully.

"I'm still deciding." Shrugging one shoulder, you winked at him.

Dragging his bottom lip between his teeth, he inched closer to you. "You still mad at me?" He stared down into your eyes.

Batting your eyelashes, your nose wrinkled with a cute smile. "I'll let you know."

The elevator doors gave way to the penthouse, and Miguel offered his hand to lead you into his home.

If this were another man, you would have felt this momentum - this film-style, rush-off-the-elevator and fall into one another, kissing wildly thing. But Miguel never kissed you. And he didn't now.

You were tempted to yank on his arm and pull his lips down to yours, but something made you stop, feeling hesitant to be rejected this early in the evening.

"I hope you like Mexican food," he chirped, leading you to his gourmet kitchen.

"You know I do," you grinned, "considering how many empanadas and tamales we've eaten."

You paused, taking in the incredible spread before you, "Holy shit, Miguel, did you make all this?"

"No," he laughed, "it's mostly catered, but I did make the empanadas," he opened the fridge and produced a clear, crystal pitcher, "and - the margaritas."

"Oh my god - if these are any good, I just might have to marry you," you teased, as he reached for a glass with salt around the rim.

The two of you ended up eating at the kitchen island, sitting on bar stools, making a mess of the spread of Mexican food and enjoying a few margaritas each.

"How did things go while you were out of town?" You politely asked, and you could have sworn he stared at you for minute as if he had no clue what you meant.

"Oh, yeah...uh...it went fine," he finally answered, taking a long drink as if needing a moment to think. "Sorry again about that. It was...unexpected."

He was totally lying. He didn't go out of town, he was just avoiding you. He felt like an idiot. But that's what tonight was for. He was going to try to tell you the truth. Or maybe break it off with you? He wasn't sure, but he couldn't do that to you again - punish you for being a woman and having bodily functions.

"It happens," you shrugged, reaching for your drink for a little more liquid courage. You had a lovely buzz going and you were honestly ready to jump on top of Miguel. "I missed you though."

Your eyes dipped down as you waited for his reaction.

"Me too," he quietly admitted, reaching for your hand. "That's why I wanted you here tonight."

You thought he would elaborate. Or if he had no intention of talking, it was the perfect opportunity for him to kiss you, especially with the way he was staring adoringly into your eyes.

Maybe you mistook adoringly for hungrily - because he slid his long fingers under your dress, up your inner thigh. Okay, maybe he missed your body more than your actual company. Either way, you weren't going to complain if you could spend the night with this gorgeous man inside you.

"You're wet," he murmured, brushing his knuckles over the lace of your panties, beginning to rub up and down deliciously. "You're always wet and ready for me."

"Yes," you panted, arching into his touch. He teased you for a moment longer, then abruptly pulled his hand away, pulling a whine of protest from deep in your chest.

"This way, baby," he softly instructed, reaching for your hand and leading you up a winding staircase. Your heartbeat quickened as he led you into a luxurious den - spacious and decadent, with a roaring fire.

"Holy shit," you marveled, taking in the half dozen shelves filled with books, the expensive-looking paintings and antiques scattered around the room. "If this is one of your moves - it's a good one."

Miguel chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight. "I don't bring anyone here, sweetheart. Just you."

A thrill zipped through your body. Even if he was lying - even he brought other women here - you were more than happy to be the focus of his attention for the night.

"Now, why don't I get comfortable," he chimed, easing down into an oversized leather chair. Leaning back, he spread his legs, thrusting up slightly as if putting himself on display.

Wondering if he wanted you to join him, he gestured to your body. "Take your clothes off."

Biting your lip, you eased into your office routine, thrilled at the thought of a private striptease for Miguel, in his home.

Deciding to stretch it out a bit, you pulled one thick strap of your dress off one shoulder, pausing to lock eyes with him, making him wait just a moment before pulling down the opposite strap. Your dress had no zipper - it was pretty form-fitting. So you started to push it down over your breasts, pausing as the material pooled around your hips.

Shifting his own hips, Miguel stretched one arm out on the back of the chair, his eyes fixed on your lace-covered tits.

Pausing just a moment longer - just to feel like you had a little bit of power - you finally turned around, giving Miguel a generous view of your ass as you pushed the dress over the swell of your hips. It dropped to the floor and you leaned all the way over, showing off your lace thong as you pulled the dress off your feet.

"Stay," he ordered, wetting his lips at the sight in front of him. The thin slip of lace barely covered your pussy and left your round ass bare for him.

Bracing yourself on your fingertips, you obeyed, your body folded in half - ass on display.

"Get on your hands and knees."

You thought he would join you - maybe fuck you like this, but he wasn't done giving orders.

"Turn around and crawl."

Fuck. Something about his new crawling command made your pussy quiver. You quickly complied, slowly crawling toward him in your lace bra and thong, noticing the huge bulge in his black pants.

"Good girl," he purred, his eyes flashing wildly at you on your hands and knees for him.

After ordering you to stop, he asked you to take off your bra. "Want to see those pretty tits," he almost growled. "Play with them for me."

You did as he asked, grabbing two handfuls of your breasts and kneading them, putting on a show for him, before rolling your nipples tantalizingly.

"That's it, baby," he panted, reaching to stroke his hard length over his pants. "Look so pretty for me."

"Don't you want to touch me, Miguel?" You pleaded, working your breasts and rolling your hips downward temptingly.

Damn you were breathtaking. Miguel unfastened his pants and slid his hand inside to pull out his cock, needing some friction.

He ignored your question, instead demanding that you get your panties nice and wet for him. You rubbed your panties up into your center before removing them and making sure they were sopping. Reaching for them, Miguel draped the soaked lace over his cock and began to jack himself off.

A really embarrassing sound left your mouth at the sight. This brilliant man was filthy and you could not get enough of it.

"Show me your pussy," he commanded, his voice strangled as he pumped his cock with your panties around it.

Leaning back on your elbows, still on the floor, you spread your naked legs wide for him.

"Use your fingers," he panted, "and fuck yourself."

"Miguel, I want you," you begged. "I'm so wet, baby. I need you so bad."

Disobeying his command, you closed your legs and got on all fours again, crawling toward him.

He almost came at the sight. But you weren't listening to him.

"I told you what to do," he warned, halting the motion of his hand on his cock.

"I don't want to," you pouted, reaching up from the floor to place your hands on his thighs. "We're not at work - you can't tell me what to do."

Growling, he tossed your panties aside and grabbed the nape of your neck, yanking your head forward. "I'm nice to you at work, muñeca, but this is different."

"Prove it," you challenged, a little on the bratty side. "Because I'm getting bored over here by myself."

His crimson irises flashed angrily. "Bored? And what is it that will keep you from being bored?"

Reaching for his cock, you used both hands to twist it almost painfully, causing him to hiss in pleasure. "I want you to fuck me."

Pushing your hands away from him, he kept his grip on your neck with one hand. Standing up, he used his free hand to push his pants and underwear down to his knees.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you," he darkly whispered, using one hand rub the tip of his cock along your cheek and then over your lips. "Show me your tongue."

Peering up at him expectantly, you complied, the heat between your legs pooling and beginning to drip as he laid his thick, heavy length on your waiting tongue.

"I'm going to give you what you want, baby," he lowly purred. "I'm going to fuck your face until you cry for me."

Snapping his hips forward, he thrust his cock to the back of your throat, making you instantly gag on his tip, which made him groan in pleasure.

"You're gonna take me - all of me - and show me you're my good girl," he ordered, fucking your mouth deeply...steadily.

Ignoring the plush rug burning your knees, you struggled to breathe in through your nose, hollowing your cheeks to make it good for him. Tears burned your eyes as he hit the back of your throat again.

He growled at the mess he was making of you, but there was a small part of him that wondered if he would push you too far. You hadn't been quite this rough with one another in the office. Loosening his grip on your hair, he slightly slowed his thrusting when he felt your soft hands reaching around to grasp the round curve of his ass. Then you pulled him hard down your throat, sucking and swallowing so deliciously that he almost came from that one motion.

If Miguel wanted to be rough with you, then you would be rough right back. He was going to fucking pay for it later though. You wanted some things from him too.

Ramming him back into your face, you worked him fast and deep, moaning against his cock until you felt him wet and hot on your tongue. You drank him down, your pussy fluttering at the animalistic noises you'd managed to pull from him while he finished.

Pulling off his softening cock, you wiped your messy mouth with the back of your hand, taking a moment to catch your breath.

Your eyes flickered up to his fucked out expression and you held his gaze, standing up, ready for the next round.

"My turn," you purred, taking his hand and pulling him toward the plush leather chair he'd first sat in. Easing down, you spread your legs. "Get on your knees."

Still reeling from the life-changing things you'd just done with your mouth, Miguel huffed out a laugh. "Funny."

Narrowing your eyes, you closed your legs and crossed your arms over your tits. If he was going to deny you, then he wouldn't get to gawk.

"You fucking heard me, Miguel," you warned. "It's my turn."

Feeling a little apprehensive about eating you out, he decided to remind you, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"Yeah, I do," you teased, "with your tongue."

You spent the next several minutes in absolute heaven. Miguel wasn't about to deny you. Something about you bossing him right back had him hardening again, quickly.

Being careful with his fangs, he dragged his tongue up and down your slit, toying with every fold and crevice, teasing you, tasting and relishing you. You had expected Miguel to eat pussy like a demon, but this slow sampling thing was making you feral.

What started as begging words descended into the most desperate, filthy sounds that had ever emanated from your throat, ever. Flattening his tongue, Miguel pressed hard on your clit, moving side to side before rapidly fluttering the tip. The change of motion and the faster pace made you come instantly.

Somehow, your first orgasm only made you hungrier for him. It hardly relieved any of your desire for him to completely ruin you all night long.

Sliding your fingers into his dark waves, you turned his head up to face you. "I want more," you desperately whispered, easing off the chair and shoving him down onto the rug. Pushing his shirt up his ripped abdomen, you stopped as your fingers toyed with his nipples.

"Get out of these clothes and fuck me."

"So bossy," he smirked, rolling you over and laying you on the soft carpet. Ripping his shirt over his head, he enjoyed the sight of you licking your lips at his rippling muscles. Shedding the rest of his clothes, he eased back onto the chair, preparing to pull you backward onto his lap like usual.

Safer that way.

He could tell you wanted him to kiss you, but maybe you could go a couple rounds and blow off some steam before he tried to confess to you why he hadn't.

"Come down here," you purred, stretching your hand out to him. "Lie down with me."

"You like giving the orders, don't you?" He smiled at you and decided to join you on the floor.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you inched your body underneath his, allowing your legs to fall open. "I want to see your eyes while you fuck me," you admitted to him, your gaze flickering to his mouth.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he could even think about trying to control the signals he was giving you.

Easing up just a little, you pressed your lips to his, reaching to ease his stiff cock inside you.

"F-fuck," he whispered against your mouth, shifting his hips to sink into you fully. "Always feel so good around me, baby."

"Kiss me," you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

This was such a bad idea. But he kissed you. Just your lips. Slowly fucking into you, he pressed his mouth gently to yours. Then he nibbled your top lip before switching to your bottom. It all went to hell when you slid your tongue inside his mouth.

His first instinct was to roughly push you away, but he managed to sit up, his back hitting the chair and his cock still inside you. You eagerly shifted to this new position, easing down in his lap to ride him, letting out a soft whine as the two of you rocked back and forth.

"Feels so good, Miguel," you gasped, twisting your beautiful body, your tits bouncing as you moved a little faster.

Strong hands slid up the curve of your back as he took a nipple into his mouth, careful to lick rather than suck. You moaned, gripping his hair and fucking yourself down on him harder.

He switched nipples, pulling the most deliciously desperate sounds from your mouth. But once he eased back to look at you, you pounced. You kissed him hard, gripping the sides of his face, slowing your thrusts as your tongue plunged into his mouth.

Then the tip of your tongue ran across his fang and sliced open.

His eyes shot open as the warm, metallic taste of your blood filled his mouth. Gripping your hair, he sucked hard on your tongue, his hips fucking up into you at a rapid, bruising pace.

Everything he was doing had turned suddenly rough, but you were into it, moaning into his mouth as he sucked your tongue. Then you felt his other fang slice into your tongue and Miguel growled like an animal into your mouth.

Letting out a little whimper at the sting, you thought maybe he'd just gotten carried away, when he ripped his mouth away from yours and buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Taste so fucking good," he darkly growled, fucking you so hard and so fast you could barely think straight.

You started to say his name when you realized he was licking your throat. Your brain short-circuited when he kissed you there. You felt like a limp rag doll, unable to keep up with his wild bucking.

A sudden pain zipped through your body as you realized Miguel had bit you. Hard. You had noticed his sharp teeth before. They looked like fangs, but you just assumed they were very prominent canines.

You were wrong. They were definitely fangs because now, Miguel was drinking your blood. He was actually sucking blood out of you.

You should have been afraid. You should have been disgusted. But your body simultaneously ascended to a euphoric bliss and began to go strangely numb. You were coming - it was the strangest, wildest, best orgasm of your life. But at the same time, you felt as though you had been drugged.

Miguel was sucking and sucking and growling and fucking - he finished inside you, and by then, you couldn't even feel his warmth. When he pulled away, his eyes were wild and glowing bright red, matching the blood - your blood drenching his chin.

You felt so weak, so limp in his arms - strangely safe but never more vulnerable. You wanted to reach up to touch his face, to somehow connect with him in some way, or to calm his eyes, which were franticly scanning over your body. But you couldn't move your arm.

Realizing you were somewhat paralyzed, you let out a little whine of desperation, and started to feel afraid.

"Shhh, shh, it's okay," Miguel soothed, cradling you close and rocking you in his arms. "It's okay, you're okay."

Your eyes burned with tears but you could barely feel them roll down your cheeks.

Miguel should have felt awful.

But as you laid there, limp in his arms, crying for him, numb and bleeding from your throat - he'd never seen a more perfect sight. What he wouldn't give to fuck you again, just like this.

He knew he was a monster, and that he was never going to see you again after this night. But just for a moment, he allowed the beast to revel in the madness.

Scooping you up in his arms, he carried you down the hall to his bedroom, a thrill spiking through him as you whimpered in fear.

"You were such a good girl for me," he whispered, laying you down and brushing his fingers across your cheek. "I'm going to take care of you now."

He left the room just long enough to get a couple of damp cloths - one to wipe up the mess between your legs and one to clean the bloody wound on your throat. Just the sight of his spend leaking out of you and your blood dripping from the punctures in your neck made him hard - again.

That was the thing about regenerative powers and superhuman stamina. He was always ready to fuck.

The animal in him wanted to climb on top of you and take your limp body, listening to your sweet whimpers and drinking and drinking until he'd had his fill. His gaze roved over you hungrily as he reached to brush one hand over your breast.

But as your beautiful, desperate eyes flickered up to his, he wanted to be more for you. He wanted to be human again. "I'll get you some clothes," he said softly.

When he returned, he was dressed in a pair of black joggers, his mouth clean of blood. Lifting your body up, he slid a soft t-shirt over your head. Then he slid a pair of his boxer shorts over your legs. They were hilariously big, but it would signal to you that nothing more was going to happen between your legs.

Lifting you up a little, he pulled the covers out from under you before tucking you in gently. He eased down beside you and reached for your hand.

"The numbness you feel will wear off soon. I'm going to get your things. If you feel tired, you can sleep. I won't bother you." He sighed, realizing how badly he'd fucked everything up. Nodding to the bedside table, he added, "There's a phone if you want to call for a car. Whatever you want to do is fine."

Giving your hand a final squeeze, he stood and turned to leave the room. Hearing a distressed whimper, he turned back. "It'll wear off, I promise."

He was right. In a few minutes, you could start to feel your fingers and toes and your tongue didn't feel like sandpaper. But with the returned feeling, you distinctly felt the sharp stab wounds in your neck.

Miguel returned with your dress, handbag and shoes and set them on a nearby chair, before placing your phone on the bedside table.

"M-Miguel," you managed to whisper, your fingers twitching as you tried to reach for him.

Seeing your distress, and hearing his name on your lips, brought him back to reality. The guilt he felt was crushing, but he deserved it. He was an animal and he had hurt you.

"I won't bother you again, sweetheart. Just rest, okay?" Then he turned to leave.

You said his name again, making him halt.

"Stay."

@deputy-videogamer

next->

[cepheusgalaxy]

Webtoon recomendation!

Do you like comics? Do you want something to read? Well, that's great coz I wanna ramble about my favorites so be welcome! Take a seat.

Note - CWs because in the series descriptions there might be sensitive topics: domestic abuse mention, human trafficking mention, suicide mention, noncon mention, torture mention, death mention.

Total: 13 webtoons featured, of fantasy, thriller, romance, sci-fi, mistery, the superhero genre, paranormal mistery and adventure. Some are very light, others are very whumpy.

Castle Swimmer (ongoing)

Genre: Fantasy

What is it about: In an underwater world, different merpeople live with their kind in castles. In an isolated castle, the shark people suffer from a curse, and their only hope is their prince Siren, as there is a prophecy stating that he will kill "the Beacon" and free his people. Meanwhile, Kappa, a rogue mer, is a messiah sent by god who was born to fullfull prophecies. He is known as "the Beacon". The duty of his life is to fullfill them, and he never said no to none. One day, the Beacon arrives at the shark castle; the people are cheerful! Their suffering has come to an end! Prince Siren heads to killing the Beacon, but... he isn't like he expected. Can he really kill him? If not, then what should he do? Both of them were born for one reason and one reason only. What if they can't fullfill their duties?

Notes: Romance subplots and lots (I mean lots) of queer characters! General trigger warnings for blood and some violence in certain chapters. All of the chapters have cws. Sometimes there is a panick attack.

2. SHELTER (ongoing)

Genre: Fantasy, thriller, science fiction

What is it about: Ruka lives with his mother and his uncle/stepfather in a small town. From the outside, they seem like a neat happy family. But no one seems to notice what happends inside closed doors. Ruka's uncle is a violent and unforgiving person, and whenever he takes a misstep, there is a punishment. He dropped out of school and works at his uncle's diner, trying his best to protect his mother from the person she married with. One day, his only and best friend Pom gives him a gift: she left the town for college and they can only talk to each other by phone. The gift is a virtual reality gear--she says "try it out! I'm sure you will find out something cool there." Ruka tries the VR out and dives into the world of Vahana... he ends up finding out more than he initially thought.

Notes: I absolutely love this series and the art style evolves a lot from the first to most recent chapters. General trigger warnings for despictions of domestic abuse, human trafficking and censored noncon. There may be mentions of suicide as well. Apparently no queer characters at all, uncertain if there is a romantic subplot, but I like to think that no. Oh, and in the first 50 chapters or so I don't think it has many cws. If something specific happens, there may be one (I can't remember) but after that all chapters have a general trigger warning and sometimes a chapter-speficic one.

3. Housekeeper (ongoing)

Genre: Science fiction, adventure (?)

What is it about: In an alternative world where humanity has achieved great technologic advancement still in 1930 or so, the government of all the nations was unified in one and most of human labor was replaced with AI work. Navil is a kid who lives with his grandmother, and one day, he finds a broken maid robot and asks her to fix it. He names the AI as Hasty and they grow to become dear friends. One day, however, humanity faces a threat: A misterious disease has spread around all the world and is turning humans into zombies! When her master Navil is turned into one, and there seems to be no hope, what will Hasty do?

Notes: Don't stop reading when the boy gets turned. Do not. General trigger warnings for mild fantastical violence. I'm not very far in the series so I'm not sure but it doesn't seem to have openly queer characters. No romantic subplot. No cws as far as I've got. Oh, and there is some blood too, so take care.

4. Lovebot (ongoing)

Genre: Sci-fi

What is it about: In the far future, technology has advanced and humans have travelled deep into space. A certain renowned company has trademarked one of technology's most impressive advances: Artificial partners! Lovebots are advertised as "better than real" and the perfect companions for you. They are customizable to be whatever you want them to be, from appearence down to personality traits. Xada, also known as Jackalope, is a hacker who used to be hired to customize people's lovebots for a lower price, but for the new version released it is actually illegal to do so. Even though, a customer calls Xada to customize his brand-new lovebot (he wants to desactivate the sutdown response for when the bot is in too much pain?? wtf) and he accepts the job. When he arrives at the customer's place, though, the lovebot seems unsettlingly... human. When he comes back home from the modifications, he doesn't know yet, but Xada unlocked a secret that might evolve to a whole series of conflicts... with he and the lovebot right in the center of it.

Notes: Lots of openly queer characters (you can notice in the literal 1st pannel), HUGE romantic subplot, I think I shouldn't even call it a subplot coz it's a big part of the story. General trigger warnings for domestic abuse mentions, violence, toxic relationships, panic attacks, blood and...oh yeah, both noncon/dubcon mentions and consensual (just implied, thankfully for me) sex.

5. The Ember Knight (ongoing)

Ehhh, disclaimer: This seems to be set in the same world of another webtoon by the same author, a few years later. It seems like the previous webtoon is called Gilgamesh but I haven't checked that out. It seems like some of the characters appear in both webtoons and some of the lore is only shown there. I haven't read it yet but it's not preventing me form enjoying the story, so I'd say it is optional.

Genre: Fantasy

What is it about: The Knights are the country's greatest military force. They have powers beyond human comrehension and protect the people. Nagyuun's brother, Najin was training to become one of them; he was talented, strong and kind, like any Knight was supposed to be. Nagyuun couldn't be more different than him; even though they were twins, while Najin was extremely talented and considered a prodigium with 100% of chance of becoming a Knight aprentice anytime soon, Nagyuun wasn't much more than a normal guy. He loved his brother, and even though he had hard times, they were as close as they could be. That is, until one day, assassins invaded their home. Najin was murdered, and Nagyuun, just a normal person, couldn't do anything against the Knight-level threat. His brother was dead. Nagyuun could not let them go without revenge, but they were already far away--vanished just as quickly as they had arrived. He then borrowed Najin's identity. They were identical, so the only thing that set them apart, was their names. Nagyuun's plan was to live as his brother and pretend he was the one who died so he could attract the assassins. Your job isn't done just yet. But Najin was an extremely talented person. How could Nagyuun ever pretend to be like him? How could he create the illusion that he was at the level of a Knight aprentice? He didn't knew, but in what he lacks in skill, he compensates in rage. He would not let his brother's murderers get away from that.

Notes: I absolutely LOVE this series, the designs and the colors (the colors) are amazing and I love all the characters and the plot and everything--Nagyuun is such an amazing character, and sometimes the lack of skill he has becomes lowkey comic. General trigger warnings are violence, blood, character deaths (you saw what I said about Najin) and bullying. (And also pretty poor coping mechanisms if you want my opinion.) No romance as far as it is, no openly queer characters either.

6. Señorita Cometa (ongoing)

Genre: Mistery

What is it about: Alex is a young woman who lives in Yoalco, a city with high crime rates with two opposing mafias. She works at the Yoalco police department but she's also a vigilante--Her best friend Lola went missing and now she is going to do whatever it takes--under whatever title she gets undo--to find out the truth about what happened to her--and probably dismantle a whole trafficking web in Yoalco.

Notes: This webtoon is phenomenal, there is music in some episodes and the lighting and the drama--I love this one sm. It's more of an epic sometimes lighthearted mistery than an edgy story. General trigger warnings for some mild violence, blood, human trafficking and mentions of noncon. A few romantic subplots, no openly queer characters for now.

7. Realta (on hiatus)

Genre: Fantasy

What is it about: Many ages ago, the Signs decided to share their magic with humans--by giving them their blessing according to who they were born under, humans aqcuired fantastical powers. Fourteen special ones were chosen by the signs: The Realta. Each sign has one (aside from gemini and pisces, which have two) and the Realta would always reborn under the same sign. Ellowen, our protagonist, is a virgo who lives in a little cottage with their grandfather since they were a little kid. The last time they saw their parents was so many years ago... because around the cottage there is a magical barrier that is meant to keep any dangers away. One day, Ellowen's grandfather dies, and the barrier that kept them safe and isolated from the world for so many years vanishes. When they take the courage to leave their home, they decide to reunite with their parents after so long--but the problem is that Ellowen has no idea of where the virgo village is. They soon find a capricorn girl that seems like she can help them, but what will have changed them while Ellowen didn't see what was happening to the world?

Notes: This story makes me SO HAPPY because there are not only openly queer characters, but it's normal courtesy to introduce yourself with your pronouns, and you will see lots of characters doing this. There is romantic subplot and a lot of characters I really like, and it is on hiatus for a while. I can't wait for when it gets back >//////////< The plot is not centered around any of the characters queerness though, and everything about Realta, from the worldbuilding down to the artstyle is simply beautiful. And it has such magical vibes to it as well. General trigger warnings are character deaths and some violence.

8. PARA-Professional (ongoing)

Genre: Paranormal mistery

What is it about: Two friends decide to explore what it is said to be an old haunted house. One of them pays no mind to the rumors at all, but the other knows something is going on... They both find out more than what they thought they would in there. And it doesn't stop there.

Notes: Some romantic subplot, openly queer characters, and honestly, everything about this series is so charming. The author also has another series (also ongoing but shorter and with fewer updates I think) that you may want to check out: Cryptozoology. General trigger warnings for... Blood and death mentions. It came back from hiatus a while ago.

9. Castoff (on hiatus)

Genre: Fantasy adventure

What is it about: Vector means no harm to no one, but it's not like people believe it. He's not quite human and seems to have some elfic heritage... but aside from that, anyone who sees him treats him like a monster. He lives with his adoptive mother, a librarian, hidden away from everyone for everybody's sake. That is, until a weird customer arrives at the library, and when, despiste his best efforts, she sees him, she doesn't seem afraid at all. And from there some chaotic things take place... what is she up to?

Notes: Amazing. Awesome. And it has its own site with more frequent updates, even thought it is still on webtoon. I don't think there is any romance or openly queer characters but for me some of them are pretty much queer-coded-ish. There is a lot of characters and the magic system and worldbuilding is awesome too. General trigger warnings for mild violence, a little of blood, death mentions and mentioned accidental domestic violence.

10. Cinderella Boy (ongoing)

Genre: Fantasy

What is it about: It's summer, and even though Chase doesn't have any part-time job like his relatives advise him to, he's buisier with other things: A while ago, he found a magic key that allows him to travel into books, and for every tale he finishes, he gains some drops of this misterious substance called narratonin. As soon as he finds out what it serves for, he decided: This summer, he'll gather narratonin enough to make a wish. Some people don't want him to have it easy, though.

Notes: No romance, no queer, it's pretty lighthearted and fun. There are a lot of misteries still unsolved and I'm honestly eager to find out.

11. Uriah (ongoing)

Genre: Thriller, mistery

What is it about: One day, a boy wakes up in the back of a car, bruised, restrained, and with absolutely no idea of where he is, or what is worse, who he is.

Notes: HEAVY trigger warnings for this one, and for most of the chapters this series has no cws. Blood, violence, extreme violence and lots of blood, domestic abuse mentions, sexual abuse mentions, human trafficking, character deaths, death mention and torture, honestly, like someone got heavyhanded on the whump sauce for this one. I actually love this one, but it can get pretty dark. I love most of the characters and it seems like there is some romantic subplot going on. Some of the chararcters are openly queer, including the villains. You're going to be very confused for a lot of the first season if you read it, and as the story goes on, you'll have to decide who is the good guy and the bad guy on your llist again.

Oh, and that person with the motorcycle is a girl (she/her), just so you know. Don't let the comments section confuse you.

12. Our Walk Home (on hiatus)

Genre: Romance

What is it about: In a city, two great and renowned schools have a sworn enemyship. None of their students are friends with each other, and the rivalry is so strong that it sometimes gets unhealthy. Akihiko is a top student in one of those: He has a big social circle, amazing looks, is athletic and smart. Everybody on his school loves him. He values his position, and he got a lot of effort in to get there. Even if... even if he has to pretend to be someone he's not, be extra friendly with everyone even when he's emotionally drained and give away some of his mental health. On the other school, they say there is a worthy rival for Akihiko. Harumi Kurose, who comes from the overseas. They say he's a genious with an ice heart, who looks down on anyone who isn't worth his time. Akihiko is told he will have to face Harumi one day, and despiste not showing to anyone, he is completely terrified of the guy. One day, they meet. It didn't go as Akihiko expected, though.

Notes: I love the art. Like, really really love. The art in the other ones is cool as heck but this one is really special because it is. So so so so gorgeous. And light. And refreshing. Love everything about it. CWs for this series: Death mention, toxic relationships, and, uh, burnout I guess. It's very gay. Not many openly queer characters, tho.

And last, but definitely not least:

13. Jupiter-Men (on hiatus)

Genre: Superhero

What is it about: In Jupiter City, there is a urban legend of a misterious vigilante called Jupiter Man. In a school in the city, it studies a young boy called Quintin, alongside with his twin sister, Jackie. Quintin is a big fan of Jupiter Man, and, when there is a rumor that he went missing Quintin decided to look for him. Jackie tries to put some sense into her brother's head, but he won't listen to her. Despiste not wanting to, she ends up going with him. But instead of Jupiter Man, they find another thing, and that may be a key to a misterious chain of events that will give them more than what they initially hoped for.

Notes: The art. Style. The designs. Amazing. Okay, so, there is no romantic subplot, no openly queer characters until now, and Jupiter-Menis entering its second season. It was when I was reading this I noticed that I actually love the superhero genre. The characters are amazing and compelling, the lore is very very fun and everything is pretty engaging. Cws include fantastical violence, some blood and death mentions. There are also some references to greek mythology, and, yeah--if I was to describe this in one word, it'd be "fun". It's a great one.

[asknarashikari]

Sooo what is a Putotyra-Esque Berserk Form, how is it different from the other berserk forms in the heisei era?

Well, this got long lmao. Putting things under a cut~

Putotyra is unique in that it's not just a berserker form, but also a final form. Literally no other berserker form before (i.e. FangJoker) or after also serves as a final form for any Rider. Most of them are upgrade forms obtained between the base form and the final form. In later series that have more upgrades for the main Riders, they're usually the second upgrade form (e.g. base Build -> Build RabbitTank Sparkling -> Build Hazard, or base Saber -> Dragonic Knight -> Primitive Dragon).

Also, unlike most berserker forms, Eiji never gains full control over it until he loses access to the form in the finale of OOO. In most cases, the Rider gets a secondary item that brings the form under control, essentially turning it into another form altogether. In Build's case it was the FullFull Bottle, which gave him the RabbitRabbit and TankTank forms. In Saber's, it was the Elemental Dragon Ride Book which gave him Elemental Primitive Dragon.

There are also rare cases where the berserker form is brought under control by the Riders themselves- for instance, Shoutaro finding Philip in the burning Gaia Library and reaffirming their bond/gay love for each other was what brought FangJoker into their control. Or the berserker aspect is purposefully triggered for the power boost and with allies well out of the line of fire, which I count as the Rider having control over it since it's being used intentionally (iirc Gou used Dead Heat in such a manner).

Putotyra actually actively resisted any attempt Eiji made to bring it under his control, like him trying to use the Medals in Combos with other Core Medals. It would also transform him against his will, and even shattered the King's Core Medals after Eiji used them to transform instead of the normal Core Medals. Eventually they even started turning him into a Greeed.

Eiji only ever used Putotyra intentionally once- in the summer movie, when he used it as part of a sequence where he used Gatakiriba to create clones of himself which then transform into the other Full Combos. Any other time he used it, he was either using it against his will or not really the one using it at all (i.e., it's some kind of summon of Eiji like in final eps of Wizard or Movie War Ultimatum or Over the Quartzer).

[twitterinsider]

taking off the mask: kamen rider’s affect on my life

tw//mentions of dysphoria, self harm, suicide, quarantine, depression. part 1: 2019 it's almost scary to think that i've been into kamen rier for four yearas now. all things considered it's been a decent run of it. no matter what it's been a constant through so many hard times and so many ups and downs. honestly, it's kinda grown with me in some regard. Starting with a Round Zero, I got into kamen rider right at the end of zi-oh and im now ending off high school at the beginning of GOTCHARD. so many things happened in this time i never thought would happened and i'm honestly really baffled by how much has changed. Kamen rider was originally something that i found because of DXtokusatsu's 10-20 minnute long kamen rider dx toy videos where he would speedrun though the different 4th riders. another video being the all final forms runthrough going up to build's genius form. from there i began to look into kamen rider as a series. I liked how ghost’s driver looked, I loved how it opened, i liked the sounds it made, I especially loved the eyecons. so cool, so simple. In fact, my first few kamen rider purchases were ghost related. I had yet to find out about the google doc or drives, so i was unable to watch kamen rider, instead sticking to AMV’s and dxtokusatsu videos as well as henshin compilations. It was a feeling of pure ecstacy I had never felt before as I devoured every piece of media i could find regarding kamen rider. I was honestly obsessed. Instead of watching kamen rider, i just rewatched mystic force for the millionth time. classic. I distinctly remember believing kamen rider was just a continuing show where there were tons of seasons you had to watch in order and every so often we’d get a new rider who would interract and help the other riders. a connected multiverse moreso than the kamen rider universe already is given the sheer number of crossovers. Finally, something caught my ear. Burning my soul, Kamen rider cross-z’s final (yea fuck you muscle galaxy) form. It instantly became one of my favorite songs and i listened to it on repeat CONSTANTLY. That being said, i wasn’t all that big of a fan of most other kamen rider music. It was mostly a slow burn on a lot of songs like double action sword form and the classics. I’m still not exceptionally fond of No Fear No pain if i’m being completely honest. Eventually, and i’m not really sure how, but I started watching ghost. Yes, i know, terrible start. I was unenthused, as one would assume, but i stuck to it for a decent few episodes, until an online friend of mine reccomended build. at this time I had been saving up money and had bought a handfull of eyecons. this was my introduction to a long and unhealthy addiction to candy toy candy. I had always been a little too anxious to order shit online, though kamen rider soon changed that as I became almost attached to ebay like a parasite. even now friends come to me to ask me to keep an eye out for ebey kamen rider deals. My first real transformation device... or set of devices were the transteam and nebula steam guns as well as the steam blade. I was planning to buy a ghost driver with the money to go with the items, though that never came to fruition, and even now, four years later, it remains one of the white whales of my collection along with but not limited to: W/lost driver, buggle driver, gamer driver, hyper muteki, hazard trigger/fullfull bottles, and 01 driver. despite having a hilarious ammount of stuff from ex-aid, w, and ghost, I have never owned anything to use them in. i’m honestly not sure which is worse not to have though, considering i’ve got every other 01 main rider driver other than the ark driver.  I remember distinctly watching kamen rider in school with my table mates, we’d sit in the back of the class, and though they never understood what was going on, they enjoyed the fight scenes. School at this time was stressful to say the least. Going on 3 years now of severe depression and beginning to question my gender identity, kamen rider became a safehaven among the various fights with parents, bad nights wrought with dysphoria, hidden wrists, and reddit rants sprinked in with my various kamen rider themed posts. Kamen rider remained something I could rely on when things got tough. From finishing build, i immediately (regrettably) moved right on to zi-o of all things. a decision that, even to this day i question. zi-o got me into looking at zi-o related items, specifically woz’s driver, which would soon become my first driver (mostly because at the time it was the cheapest driver on amazon). Waiting for packages in these times, and even now, was something that kept me going in the lowest points I went through. Even though My mind was filled with all these dark thoughts, even though I felt I had nobody, I still had kamen rider to keep me sane. I was going through my own personal transformation that felt even more important when looking at the transformations the characters were going through. in november i finally got to go to therapy, and it was frankly one of the best things i’ve ever done. Finally getting clean, finally getting better, and honestly just feeling really good. Getting better was definitely a process. one I don’t really remember, but one i was doing with the help of kamen riders. It may be strange, but I started developing an ideology about kamen riders that kept me sane during this time and even now i still follow it. “would a kamen rider do this?” something that frankly only applies to the heroes, but even so is a reminder to do good if I can help it, both to myself and for others. Kamen riders in my eyes are not the suits, but instead the people wearing them, it;s an ideology more than it is a type of armored warrior bug man. It’s a willingness to fight and die for what you bellieve in. A sentiment I carry with me everywhere,  as 2019 came to an end, I began to grow more comfortable and things regarding me mental health settled down a bit. Christmas was in the air and a new issue arose, a very strong embarassment towards kamen rider as a whole. I had a christmas list of various kamen rider things I was interested in, though I was embarassed to admit I liked this childish japanese kids show. I didn’t want my family to think i was a wierdo or a nerd, or any of the other things I actually am. I came to the realization I was wearing a mask and that I wasn’t the person I wanted to be and i had to Be the One to change that. So i sent out that christmas list of various kamen rider things. did i get them? nah. but that’s alright, I had christmas money I could use specifically for that within the safety of my ebay account free of the judgment I got from my family. This embarassment for who I am still lingers to this day, and especially as a self conscous 14 year old, this worry was soul crushing. I had nobody to talk to about kamen rider, and I couldn’t just talk to new people about it. Sure my friends would listen to me talk about it, and comment about how hot all the boys were. But i was isolated, completely alone with my love of this karate bug man show, Living alonw with my own personal Devils. My parents grew especially tired of it. the near constant sound of me sitting in my room, doing transformation poses in the mirror with a stupid grin on my face. I’m 14, I shouldn’t be liking this Kids show. I should start acting like an adult.  an adult... man, that was some shitty advice. when you’re a teen, it’s always, “you’re gonna be an adult soon, so you better act like it” but then when you’re an adult it’s always “well you’re only 18, you’re still a child honestly”. Most of the people I found online who liked kamen rider WERE adults.  I should mention that i’m an only child and I’m not exactly a talkative person, especially at school I would keep to myself. It wasn’t that I wanted to talk, moreso that I had nobody to talk TO about the things that were on my mind. I wanted desperately to tell people about kamen rider, and I wanted desperately to share my interests with people in a way that mattered. I didn’t have exceptionally deep friendships until quarantine. I spent most of my time alone, and if I wasn’t alone, I was with my parents, and when I was with my parents there wasn’t much I wanted to talk about because it was all fairly negative. So I talked about the positive things in my life. Kamen rider. I talked INCESSANTLY about kamen rider to them and they hated it. They didn’t understand it, and frankly didnt care about it. it was distracting me from my studies, god forbid keeping me alive. I don’t want to say my parents were abusive during this time, but frankly, they were pretty damn close. They didn’t actually realize how badly I was hurting, and didn’t realize how bad it really was. Figures, that mask was good for a lot more than hiding my love of masked bug men. though I was on a rollercoaster of good and bad, It was the end of the 2010s, and as I completed my Journey through this Decade and moved into the next, I was filled with Excitement at reaching the Climax of the year, ready to Jump into the next one. Progress isn’t always linear after all. 

[patchesjam]

i love tubbo so much he fullfulls my stats needs i love this shit

[delulluart]

hei, do you take requests?

hey there, anon. it depends on how much time i have and if i vibe with the request, really. if it is something that makes my fingers itch and work didn't kill me, then: yes. if you really want me to draw something for you then contact me for a commission (if the money is tight, and really, in this economy i totally understand, then we can do some talking about the price/payment conditions).

tldr: feel free to send requests, but i can't promise i'll be able to fullfull them

[gendecoder]

I speak under correction but he is the guy who prophesied that Benjamin Netanyahu would be the last leader of Isn'treal before the Messiah shows up

Fullfulling the script from SCRIPTure

[imoncloud7]

introduction!!

"this is a friendship between two people that allows sexual intercourse. rather than having a relationship that focuses on the emotional needs, this type of relationship is based only on sexual needs. In between boyfriends? feeling restless? horny? lonely? It's at this time when you call up your your friend and fullfill the "obligations" of a casual relationship. during this, you are fullfulling your sexual needs. there's no need to mess around with with sadness, jealousy, or any other pesky emotions that are found in typical relationships" - urban dictionary on "casual relationships"

in which things are quite casual between oikawa and yn

the characters

bitch boys

gooners

additional fun facts!

neither yn or oikawa’s friends know that they’ve been hooking up with each other for almost a year

kuroo and bokuto only know about “fuckboy” (they have zero idea that it’s their teammate)

the seijoh boys know yn as “the love of oikawa’s life” 

oikawa is in love with her (he doesn’t even know her last name let alone her major or her friends) 

yn is emotionally unavailable bc of her ex lol (american boys r trash stay away i beg of thee) 

yn knows he’s on the volleyball team with kuroo and bokuto and stays AWAYYYY from their matches 

like far far away 

kuroo and bokuto are close with oikawa (and the other 3 goons incidentally) but don’t hang out as often 

tbh i don’t think the two of them have ever spoken sober 

kuroo kinda forced his way into yn’s life (she does not have urges to make friends) and dragged bokuto with him 

(so much self projection here)

[makahimetenshi]

How i meet your mother and the story of how Arya Maxson was concieved - Chapter 20

The next chapter will be a lemon and then we are getting into the final

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Another month passed in their pregnancy.

Both stay two more weeks in Pittsburg before coming back to DC.

The change in Noras body couldn’t be more evident and Arthur couldn’t be more happy about it, to enjoy it of course. Still, he set stone to his feelings, as he mentalized himself to see her like a sister…not a brotherhood sister, but it was a also weird because she was a sister he fucked and had a lot of intimacy, not only sexually but the little moments where she was against the counter and he will approach from behind to leave little smooches on her neck, or when he picks up her hand out of nothing, or also when she fixes his hair just to have excuses to touch his face.

It was like a girlfriend but without the love, and sure, he liked to have someone to express that closeness, it felt good to the soul, even if it was logically pointless because they weren’t…nothing…still it was fullfulling a human need he had due his lacks of…relationships, not exactly sexually, just deep relationships, hardly ever engaged this type of behavior repeteadly with someone close, less for this long.

-Today I have some visits –she said while changing the sheets of the pillows, Arthur was helping doing the bed.

-Danse hardly counts as a visit, he comes here too often –he spend the night with her, brotherhood soldiers waiting for the elder coming back from his booty session in the brotherhood room of the tower, that place was actually pretty nice to chill with his mans, more fancy than even the place in the citadel

But yeah the paladin was also there.

-He will be here as a visit too, the person stopping by is a friend of us –a common friend?- you can stay a little longer and join

Sure, why not.

There was a lot of changes in the Tempenny Tower lately, the painting on Noras apartment will start soon as they already fixed the roofts from cracks, openings, leaking, damaged plumbs, broken sewing, old paint and time damage, practically do it again adding a new layer of concrete to isolate the old once it was scratched as possible and refilled the cracks. Of course while the painting, sanded, and finishing works lasted, she will sleep at the Citadel with him.

And then, finally, she will have her perfect prewar home.

Like Jack Cabots house or something she said and he didn’t understand much.

During the morning the paladin join them while Nora was setting the table for four people, he was kinda surprised that Arthur was the one opening the door but walk inside anyway.

She made uncomfortable the poor relationship between them two.

Once the table was set she pick up a chair and a book, sitting in the balcony probably waiting for something in the dessert to arrive to the tower, and after a while she squeak exited, calling both man attention, there it was.

-Again, who are we expecting? –ask the elder a bit impressed bit the reaction.

-Preston Garvey –answer the paladin sitting at the other side of the couch

The name for some reason resonated in his mind, he couldn’t figure out why tho.

-Stay here! Im going to receive him! –she practically ran across the apartment and shut the door, wow, never see her that excited before.

After maybe 10 minutes she came back hugged to some other mans arm, laughing and smiling, a man with colonial old clothes, almost costumy

-My gosh don’t you look delicious like that –both were laughing, and his voice put him at ease, obviously queer

-Arthur this is Preston -Nora said with a big smile opening the doors wide and loud- he is my second hand Minutemen

Oh right.

-With the amount of work im having all alone im starting to regret a bit making you the general general

-Step ya pussy up

Oh he understand the man comment, and the undertone bellow it. Someone overwork and tired from the endless obligations while she was in the other side of the country playing pregnancy.

-We meet again sir –said the man to Arthur, who stand up from the couch for a handshake.

-Again? –said the elder meeting his hard grip.

-Well we actually never meet but our paths crossed back then –the confused blue eyes were telling him all he needed- back in the Commonwealth

Oh.

-Gosh what a memory

-Well is the place were I was saved by this sweet marshmellow at my side –Nora smiled and hugged more from his arm- just when I thought I failed everybody around me she cames asking for a little of kindness with a vault suit.

-And some directions –she smiled at him at a much sweeter way than she did to Danse. Caring-I'm going to ask them to bring lunch up here, I didn't know what time to expect you. –the black man nodded and she leave the room practically jumping of joy.

-Its been a while Danse –said Preston to the paladin.

-You hadn’t aged a bit –as strange at it was to tell, Danse came to hug the man, a quick hug ,comradery, nothing strange, but it was strange from him, at least for Arthur to see, he always save the manners in front of his elder. And despite their relationship with Nora he was still his elder, even if they weren’t in the citadel.

-Neither do you, are you sure you are not a synth? –Preston said that silly comment with a smile but quickly change his face at his silence and Arthur noticed, but couldn’t figure out what was happening between them, or if there was any second intention, it was a innocent joke.

-Ask Valentine if synths keep well over time –wow Arthur didn’t know Danse could be close to someone non brotherhood, but yeah its been a lot of months at Noras side in the Commonwealth so it should be normal for him to make at least one of her friends.

-So you were the man –ask Preston to Arthur- the choosen one –oh, right, the pregnancy-big fish hu?

-I believe I did well on my own, she is a strong prey to catch –what was that? He saw Danse rolling his eyes for a glimpse.

-I tried once too, it would give some sense of unity to the -Minutemens if the two generals married and stay together–with that hand movement he doubted it deeply-but she refused.

-Because you were always promiscuous and had pubic lices –said Nora walking into the room- I already ask for lunch to be served –she take a look at everybody present and clap her hands- lets go and seat, I fought a lot for that dining table and chairs, specially the chairs.

-Oh im so sorry miss condom –the way Nora look at him annoyed make Arthur curious, so, he had an interest in her, at least one very superficial- but you cant spice the sex unless you have a minor std at least.

-Gosh is so difficult to get laid in the wastelands, you have to be very selective

So this conversation was interesting.

Since Danse was her chosen partner and she wanted to conquer him for so long she shouldn’t have much sexual partners in order to be faithful to him and win his heart…and apparently Preston never achieved that position for pretty good reasons, Nora had standards

-I heard some other things I cannot mention here in the presence of some people…-murmur Danse just to spark a piece of anger on her, which it did.

-That was just a rumor! –inside joke between them alright alright he didn’t mind much anyway.

Unlike anything Arthur expected, she take a sit between him and Preston, leaving Danse aside. Why did everything always felt like an effort to fuck the paladin around? Nora was such a resentful person…?

-How much are you both…-ask the second general laughing.

-7 moths, in a pair of months this cake will be out of the oven! –the man laughed, that was a silly joke.

-That’s cute, I suppose you are going to take even more time off after the birth –his tone now changed a bit, Danse looks uncomfortable for a reason he couldn’t figure out, was the paladin really just her parthner or guard? His scort and nothing more? its seems like a recurrent theme of conversation between the three of them and he is sometimes more involved and knows more than he thought initially, after all he is a lot involved in Noras projects

-I mean i…-it was interesting see Nora shut down by somebody else, usually she is the one in position of powers, but truth to be told she changed a lot with the pregnancy, the hormones make her a totally different person

This was interesting, almost educational, funny how the man who never rode her is taming her.-I mean its not that bad right? Since you have the idiot who will run things alone back there in the Commonwealth -oh he was being sharp. How was it called the thing Nora gave him once to watch a movie? popcorn wasnt it? this display of power deserved it!

-And you are doing such an excellent job -Nora nerveously laughted and tried to pick up his hands but he moved them and grab hers between his fingers, a spike smile appeared in his cheeks.

-Of course, i have to, there isnt someone else

There was a silence in the room, Danse get up and moved to the balcony, still wanting to hear what was going on. The paladin was obviously uncomfortable around but the elder could tell that he was backing the general in this, pretty strange since he followed Nora to DC and never actually heard him saying anything about the Commonwealth but...truth is they were never close close friends, never talk much before her pregnancy anyway. Most of the things between them he was ignorant, he thought they were friends way before this but never actually were…

-Ill be back soon -murmur Nora trying to hide her discomfort but that bother the elder in the deepest.

-I dont think so -said firmly Arthur loud, calling Preston attention who looked at him- you will have to breastfeed our daughter maybe for a year -Nora turned her head at him annoyed and kick him in the anckle- this is not negotiable -Arya was more important than everybody in the entire world.

-Shut up -she said to him, but the elder raised an eyebrow.

-What? do you plan to make a trip postpartum?

Preston bite his lips and sighted. -That doesn’t sound good.

-Nono its okay im sure i can...-oh she tried to fix it.

-Do something about it? -the general laughed in her face- its a shit ton of time for me

-What do you mean time for you? Preston we've been doing this since i know you -it was interesting for Arthur to see Nora desperate trying to convince somebody in doing her ways and not just accept it and that’s all.

-You have been out of duty for years now -the general talk like someone who lost everyhope- i dont wanna rule the Minutemen alone in there, it was never my intention

-Just because you had a stumble back then doesnt mean you arent capable of handling things...-even Arthur was feeling uncomfortable with this chat, he was pushing for her reasoning and she was trying to diffuse his petition, clearly it wasnt the moment for her to come back to the Commonwealth

-I didnt say anything about being capable or not, i say i didnt want it -clear as DC water, her eyes open in surprise and sighted, let go his hands and bite her lips.

-Cant i ask you a little bit more of time?

-An entire year is not a little bit -he said serious- im warning you about this Nora, i don’t know for how long i will want  to keep it together but once im done am sure there’s going to be a intern war for power if you are not there to claim your position -she looked at Preston serious, there was a lot of regret in her face- your presence is needed right now, and if your are not there  before i drop everything, you should be at least after

-If something happen I promise ill be there… -she said with a weak voice but Arthur interrupted

-How? It’s a three weeks journey from here to the Commonwealth –he said calmy, trying to impose some reason, feeling her eyes full of hate over his neck, he didn’t mind, couldn’t care, she wont deny time to his daughter to be wandering around in the wasteland in her first months, Arya was far more important than that people

-He is right –said Preston pointing at him- it took me more than a month in caravans even if you send them to arrive here.

-Well better late than never doesn’t? –she tried to smile at her friend but he didn’t smile back.

-If you really want to be in power after I drop it…make sure to be there in the Commonwealth when it happens –he sighted and breathed in, closing his eyes. Nora bite her lips ashamed for not being able to give a proper solution to the problem right now.

She was far too pregnant to be dealing with this shit, she didn’t want to loose power in the Commonwealth but also didn’t want to take control right now neither, didn’t want this for herself, not this stress, not this problems, right now she just want to be a mom and that’s all, like she was always meant to be., a mom with pretty dresses in her expensive and nice furnished apartment

There was a knock knock on the door: Danse, unavalible during the conversation, away from this type of problems but still present in case he was needed, moved and open barely the door to attend whoever as knocking.

-Lunch is ready at the door –said Danse, oh it was going to be a very bitter lunch that’s for sure, spicy for Nora, she was at the edge of crying of frustration practically

Nora and Preston look at each other.

-You must be hungry after travelling in a caravan for more than a month –she sighted defeated.

-Indeed –he smiled at her with a tired smile

-Let them in –as soon she said that the people from the restaurant elevator bellow enter as Danse open the door and set the table for the four people to eat- relax Preston, its all paid already

-You always take care of me so well don’t you? –he mumble as someone place his plate and cup in front of him, stranged at the rare attention, my gosh this performance and show was so rare to see in the wastelands normally, the woman was so excentric sometimes…

-You are staying here don’t you? –this was kinda mean but delicious to see from Arthur, Nora trying her best to not fall apart.

-When im not doing tourism in DC I will stop here yes –said Preston as someone from the restaurant served his food, warm and steaming

-Do you think this is a nice place to take a walk or what –said Danse when his side of the table was setted sitting in his place on the table.

-I kinda heard the brotherhood make this a safe place over the years –the elder swallow saliva, wanting to laugh nervous, I mean it was safer than thirthy years ago that’s for sure, since the occupation of Lyons…

-You can still get raped if you cross with the wrong foot in a dark corner –said Nora almost taking with her hand the bottle of wine the people from the restaurant place on the table, but then realized for a second and stop, grabbing a can of water instead- Ill give you a few of my mercenarys to protect you if you decide to wander around here.

-Well look at that -Preston started to cut his meat with a smile, obviously happy.

-I still don’t recommend to go just for pleasure, you could get shot even if its not directed to you –said Danse also cutting on his meat

-The wastelands kill the concept of vacation and explore new lands I suppose –Nora drink from her can, usually she served on a cup and drink like a fancy lady but right now she clearly wasn’t on the right state of mind to do it.

-Along with a lot of other things -spit Arthur starting to eat this meal, juicy and delicious, for him, at least, the food taste better after seeing the woman who is shattering his heart everyday a tiny piece more suffer a bit, a tiny ity bit. The people from the restaurant finish their work on the table and leave the room silently as the commensals eat their warm meals, the aroma in the room was quite exquisite, when Arthur came to eat here at the tower the food was really good, never experienced the aroma of delicious food when coming into a room and now with her at his side he was living it everytime he visits

The rest of the food was chill, now Danse was the one speaking to the new guest instead of Nora, catching up some time, who was kinda down, of course eating for her was a very difficult task after that massive defeat, she will try to smile from time to time looking at them to display a façade of being okay but the elder knew she was faking, and surely everybody in the room who knew her enough also was able to notice that.

Her friend seem nice tho, not his fault that Nora was a total asshole.

[mettatons-fat-doughy-asscheeks]

Yeah, sure that's not gonna happen to you...

*Obviously not. I've got a lot more self control than my tubby alternate self. I think a look at my recent fitness focused photos should fullfull that criteria.

*Calling them "fitness focused" was a stretch. Fitness themed would likely be more appropriate. No real proof of any exercise just a series of photos featuring him dressed in a fittingly pink tracksuit striking poses indistinguishable from any other he'd do normally. The backdrops were often either him in public under the pretense of "going out jogging" or the home gym he's got in the manor. The most humorous example of these was one where you could clearly see in the background that his treadmill wasn't actually plugged into the wall.

*Handily the kayfabe of fitness provided by these meant a daily timeline of all the ways his figured had begun to soften. He's claiming to workout every day after all! It started with plumping thighs and hips that filled out those soft pink bottoms, subtle but easily picked up by fans. Swipe through and the beginnings of a pooch form round the middle and blossoms into a full blown muffintop tucked into both his bottoms and jacket that was so steadily outgrowing them that a sliver of grey pudge bulged out, fresh stretch marks hidden by filters. Skip to his most recent photos and his jaw has softened, neck bulging and beginning a journey to become one with it. His chest, once clearly defined pecs that he could easily flex, rounded out and lost definition as they blossomed into moobs that were pushing ever so slightly against that jacket. His muffintop balances atop jiggly broad hips as it threatens to pour out the confines of his strained track pants, navel partially exposed. Yet on his face remained that confident smile. As far as he was willing to admit NOTHING has changed.

[homosexualmorelikehomiesexual]

i realized one of my biggest pet peeves is self deprecation

cause like, when you dont like yourself, kindness feels weird and uncomfortable, bc you think you dont deserve it. so you refuse to accept it without deflecting, or even outright telling ppl theyre wrong, so you can block it out and not have to think about why ppl would be kind to you of their own volition, or why you think you dont deserve that, and then confront the source of your self hatred.

and like, sometimes people are just willing to accept that you dont like compliments, so they stop bc they dont wanna make you uncomfortable. but usually, its just frustrating to be kind to someone you care about, only for them to throw it back in your face, and then laugh it off before you can continue being genuine. people notice when you deflect, but they cant aknowledge it if you dont, which is the point, so when you cut them off and play dumb before they can ask if youre okay... theyre gonna do what youre trying to get them to do, which is to stop.

but even once that happens, its still just common decency to counter someone when they openly insult themselves. so like, when you put yourself down and people rush to lift you up, and then you go, "oh, people only compliment me because they feel bad, bc im making them feel bad, which means i must be right, i really do suck", it just confirms everything you already believe. and then you keep actively discouraging ppl from being kind to you in any other situation than when theyre trying to stop you from being nasty to yourself, and you keep seeking out temporary validation in the form of reassurance that you dont actually value or believe anyway since what youre actually chasing is the confirmation of your self hatred, not the counter to it.

its a self fullfulling prophecy and youre setting yourself up for failure, bc when you dont respond well to being complimented, you dont respond well to criticism either. theres a difference between willingness to hear, acknowledge, and work on your flaws, versus self flagellation. and people arent going to be forthcoming about any issues they really do have with you, if they know youre only going to blindly add it to a stack of insecurities that you punish yourself for in equal measure, because you dislike yourself so much that you consider everything to be a symptom of your Being A Bad Person, rather than just…what they are. which is individual, inevitable, human mistakes that become a pattern when left unexamined.

and its so frustrating to be made complicit in that, because no matter how much the responsibility is foisted upon you to teach someone emotional maturity that they're actively running from, you cant love someone twice as hard to make up for how much they insist on hating themselves.

[emperformance]

What Are Various Kinds Of Bicycles In The Market?

Cycling is one of the most popular and versatile sports to indulge in. You can alter its intensity and ease of riding. Numerous kinds of cycles suit various terrains and agendas. Some are designed for smooth long-distance rides, while others are built for stunts and competitive racing.

More than 100 million cycles are manufactured every year. They have a long and chequered history dating nearly 600 years ago. Cycles designs have evolved with major innovations that dramatically changed their features and forms.

You can choose among the many designs of cycles based on what you intend to use it for and the features and fittings of the cycle that appeal to you.

Following are some of the top choices among different types of cycles: 

City cycles

As the name implies, city cycles allude to urban Ebikes. City bikes are created with a focus on urban roads that are typically smooth terrain to offer an easy pedalling experience that enables you to glide about without much effort. These cycles are for you if you wish to commute to work with ease. These bikes are easy modes of transport and permit you to incorporate your daily dose of exercise. In case you enjoy stamina-focused workouts in your daily routine, cycling can serve as an exciting option.

Hybrid cycles

Hybrid cycles are built to cater to both city and off-road biking conditions. Such bikes have bigger, padded seats and a comfortable handlebar position which offers the best experience of cycling in both terrains. Tyres are typically medium-sized and feature semi-smooth tread, which offers adequate cushioning for uneven surfaces. You can ride these bikes on unpaved trails as well as paved roads. but these bikes do not have the capacity to handle the rough terrains of mountain paths.

Off-road cycles/ mountain bikes

These cycles are designed for mountain trails and rough terrains. Such cycles typically feature flat handlebars as well as a low range of gears for comfortable pedalling on highly steep, hilly pathways. These bikes have high-quality shock absorbers and suspensions. Mountain bikes with front absorption are called Hardtails, while those with both rear and front full- suspension are called Fullfull-suspension bikes. Rigid bikes are off-road cycles with no suspension. you love adventure and 

challenges, mountain bikes are ideal for you.

Folding bikes

Such cycles are among the most compact bicycles in the current market. A folding bike can be folded into a compact package and can be easily carried while riding public transport or when entering buildings. Such models of cycles are perfect for persons who desire to travel long distances with their cycles. At best, such cycles are very lightweight and have extremely small wheels. In case you have to travel part of your daily commute in public transport or cabs, you can carry your folding bike right along and cycle to your destination the rest of the way.

Road bikes

They are best identified by their turned-down handlebars, as well as skinny tires. The handlebars that are curving downwards are typically super lightweight, which helps put you in an aerodynamic situation. The lightweight frame renders this cycle especially good for numerous uses like touring, racing, long-distance riding, daily commuting, and fitness riding.

The big and thin tires of such bikes allow you to cruise along various terrains with zero to low effort. If n case you are obsessed with speed, road bikes might be the best fit for you.

Touring bike

They are just like regular bikes but have been tweaked with special features meant to suit long rides. Touring bikes are equipped with points where you can attach water bottles, lights, racks, pumps, and fenders. They also have super-sturdy frames, which permit them to carry heavy loads on both rear and front racks. Most touring bikes feature disc brakes which offer improved stopping power, especially on non-paved roads. A special feature of such cycles is their wide tires which are specially designed to navigate gravel roads.

Track/ fixed gear bikes

Often called ‘fixies’, Track or Fixed gear bikes are mainly used by athletes and racers, who train for the professional, competitive sport of cycle racing. As the name suggests, the main feature of such bikes is that they contain a single, fixed gear. This implies that you cannot use them for freewheeling or coasting. 

Thus, riders have to use the strength of their legs to stop turning the cranks of such bikes and further stop their motion. Such bikes may feature many brakes and different styles of handlebars. They typically need their cyclists to spin their legs in constant circles to operate at a higher cadence.

Recumbent bike

This bicycle is non-traditional and needs one to sit in a lower seat to the ground and resembles a chair. These bikes feature several configurations: short to long wheel-bases, various kinds of 2, 3, or 4 wheelers, and above/ under-seat steering. A special feature that is deemed as a drawback to this cycle is that because of its design, you cannot stand while pedalling up hilly terrain.

BMX

This is an acronym for Bicycle Motor Cross. This is mainly because such a bike is a single-speed bike that can be raced around small dirt tracks similar to other motorsports. BMX is a term used for any bike with 20-inch wheels and a single speed.

Such bikes are ideal for those who wish to perform jumps and tricks with their bikes since they are especially built for this, with a durable and robust structure and design. They feature small frames, 20-inch wheels, and single gear, which make them strong and low maintenance.

E-bikes

These bikes feature an electric motor that can be charged by plugging into a regular electric outlet. This motor offers much support when you pedal and is highly useful when you go fast or in uphill terrain. There are different e-bikes available in the market. Electric versions are mostly available in types like hybrid bikes, road bikes, and mountain bikes.

Cyclocross bikes

These are designed especially for racing around a dirt trail which comprises various blockages and obstacles found at regular intervals. Such bikes are super lightweight for carrying them and tough and sturdy for handling obstacles.

In sum, cyclists are some of the most exciting adventurers and commuters. Cycles are not only environment friendly but a refreshing source for an routine exercise. Whatever be your agenda, you can opt from among so many different designs and types.