#I WILL get some evil boops in though >:3
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
don't think I'll get around to booping a lot of people this time around but also -slaps everyone with a giant cat paw-






didn't get to boopin everyone but it was fun haha
#I WILL get some evil boops in though >:3#comics#reboop#sequential#affectionately bops everyone#muffled laugh#happy halloween/stay safe out there yall#still alive and kickin haha; just been more of a hermit mode and working :0
12K notes
·
View notes
Text
I have hacked the mainframe (Inspect Element) (UPDATED FOR HALLOWEEN BOOP WAR)
MAX - 1000
LOL - 1500
OMG - 2000
WOW - 4000
*-* - 5000
WHY - 6000
PLZ - 7000
AAA - 7500
;_; - 8000
0_0 - 8500
T_T - 9000
MAX - ~9200? (Hard to tell, I've overshot this twice already)
BOO - 9500
TUM - 10000 given
BLR - 10000 received
How to Super Boop
On desktop, hover your mouse over the Boop button for around 5 seconds, and it will do 2 spins.
Once the button is done spinning, click on it and you can send a Super Boop!
EVIL BOOPS can be accessed by allowing the animation to play 3 times before clicking
One way to get Super Boops on mobile is using a web browser to access tumblr. Use "Desktop Site"/"Desktop Mode", then click and hold the button to send the boop. That'll convert it to a Super Boop button. It seems pretty inconsistent though.
For all clicking enthusiasts, do click this too, trust me, it's just as satisfying
Omg thanks everyone for the boops, I've been butterfly clicking the boop button for so many different people for the past 6 hours and I'm exhausted
I'm pretty sure this is also my most engaged post on any platform I've ever used, thanks for all the RBs and likes <3 <3 <3
If anyone's crazy enough to try reaching 10k without an autoclicker, here's what I did
Ok, one more tutorial for the boops before I go to bed for real.
How do I check my exact given and received boop count?
NOTE: You'll need to refresh the page to update the counters, unless there's another method to check the live count
Chrome
Go to your dash ("home" tab).
Press f12, or right click and select "Inspect Element"
In the window that pops up, click on "Sources" then "dashboard" under "www.tumblr.com" (Pic below for reference)
In the window showing the code, press Ctrl+F and type in either "givenCount" or "receivedCount".
Ta da! (Pic below for reference)
Firefox
Go to your dash ("home" tab).
Press f12, or right click and select "Inspect Element (Q)"
In the window that pops up, click on "Debugger", then "Sources" and "dashboard" under "www.tumblr.com" (Pic below for reference)
In the window showing the code, press Ctrl+F and type in either "givenCount" or "receivedCount".
Enjoy formatting (Pic below for reference)
Gonna take a break from Tumblr for now, my fingers are in shambles and I'm pretty sure I can hear the mouse clicks echoing around inside my skull. Thanks to everyone for making this random Singaporean guy's day, mbrine signing out! â€
Here's a link to A vetted Palestinian family fundraiser masterpost by @/el-shab-hussein and A masterpost on how you can help Palestine
Happy April Fool's Day!

October 31st changelog:
Removed "bait links", now the link actually says where it directs to
Updated some info regarding tiers
12K notes
·
View notes
Text

·:*šàŒș â±âźâ± Gojo Satoru x f!reader â±âźâ± àŒ»Âš*:·
100 FOLLOWER MILESTONE CELEBRATION â°
>fanart_credit: _3aem (via_twitter)
MDNI 18+
>word_count: 7293
>contents: slight crack (itâs a gojo fic what do u expect), established relationship, fake engagements, excessive use of âfiancĂ©/fiancĂ©eâ, satoru is DOWN BAD like ultra simp 3000 levels, kiiinda rich boy!gojo but like barely, gojo calls you âangelâ and babyâ a lot, cunnilingus, kinda feral!gojo too, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), multiple positions, explicit p in v, rough(ish) sex, creampie, gojo being a lil slut for you, itty bitty dacryphilia (if you squint mad hard)
thereâs a standoff happening in your kitchen. a staring contest of sorts. the tension in the air is palpable, so thick you could taste it if you stuck out your tongue. your opponent is a worthy contender, giving just as good as it gets. your nose twitches with the intensity of it, eyes narrowed as you keep your gaze firm, focused.
your adversary in this battle? a red, velvet ring box.
god, itâs like itâs taunting you with itâs delicate heart shape. smug little box, just sitting on the dining table unopened. youâre not sure how long youâve been caught in the orbit of this suspicious item, but it mustâve been quite a while, according to your boyfriend.
âbabeee, iâve been calling you! whatâre you doing?â satoru appears from the direction of your bedroom, frown on his face from his belief that youâre purposely ignoring him. he slips behind you, arms around your torso as he leaves a kiss on the top of your head.
âoh,â he laughs as he fixes his eyes on what has you so engrossed, âitâs not what you think.â
this is what gets your attention, turning your head so your gaze is no longer on the little box, but on satoru instead. âwhat, you proposing to your other girlfriend or something?â you pout. he laughs again, annoyingly louder this time.
âbaby, iâm not proposing to anybody yet. and you know i donât have another girlfriend. it took me 3 years to get you to say yes to one date, you think iâm pulling that off again? thanks for putting faith into my game, though.â you canât help but to roll your eyes in jest, turning in the manâs arms to wrap yourself around him.
âyeah, yeah, whatever. soâŠwhat is it then?â
âitâs a ring.â
âi thought you said you werenât proposingâŠâ
âokay well, technically, i am. but listen! i saw online some guy and his girlfriend went to different restaurants with a fake ring and when he âproposedâ to her, they gave them free food and desserts! so. weâre doing that.â
you pull yourself from satoruâs grasp, staring up at him blankly. he gives you a goofy smile in return, bringing a hand up to boop your nose when you remain silent.
âsatoruâŠ.really? doing this just so you can get free chocolate lava cakes and ice cream? iâm definitely deleting tiktok from your phone, damn app gives you way too many ideas.â and there he goes frowning again, pretty pink lips downturned so dramatically.
âbaby, noâŠiâm doing this so that WE can get free chocolate lava cakes and ice cream. what kind of selfish, evil man do you take me for? ⊠and youâre not deleting my tiktok! how else am i going to send nanami videos he claims to not watch but always knows about when i ask him?â
a sigh leaves you as you shake your head, truly experiencing defeat. you, and everyone else that had ever met him for that matter, knew that there was no changing satoruâs mind when the words âfreeâ and âdessertâ were involved. heâd eat himself into a goddamn diabetic coma if you let him get away with it.
satoru enacts his master plan the next night, surprising you with a stunning new dress and a note that says to âlook super sexy and marriageable (where the hell had he even learned that word?) as usualâ left on your bed. you try your best to comply with his wishes, getting your makeup and hair as perfect as you can before slipping the very revealing dress on. you realize something rather odd while you doll yourself up; satoru hasnât come home to get himself ready. it was almost 6pm, the time designated by him in his little note, and you were practically ready aside from some jewelry and shoes. you couldnât imagine that he would make you wait while he showered and dressed, so you were a little bit confused, but you decide to brush it off while you pick between solid gold hoops and diamond-encrusted dangles, both courtesy of the man in question.
when 6:04pm rolls around, and your fancy yves saint laurent heels are wrapped around your feet, the front door opens. you look up from your seat at the kitchen island with a wine glass in hand, and, in the most clichĂ© way possible, your breath is stolen right out of your lungs. satoru was always stupidly beautiful, just so gorgeous that it made you sick, but now? he looked even more alluring than usual. those inhumanly blue eyes were hidden behind his typical shades, masterfully tailored suit adorning his lanky form like it was painted on. his deep red button up, the same color as your cocktail dress, was unbuttoned for the first three (because he was a slut.) and to top it all off, he was wearing that same award winning smile that heâd dazzled you with so many years ago. if he wasnât so set on his goddamn desserts, youâd bend over and spread your thighs for him right there on the counter.
âholy fuck,â is the first thing he says to you, grip on a bouquet of what looks like dark red carnations and burgundy roses tightening as he takes you in. he takes off his glasses as he draws in closer, pure reverence in his eyes the whole time. âangel, you lookâŠyou look fucking edible. my god. what a woman.â youâre not new to satoruâs comments and compliments, far from it, but tonight, they were hitting a little different, for lack of a better term. maybe it was the look in his eyes, some kind of compound of love and burning desire, but something else, too. something almostâŠdetermined, but you donât know what heâd be determined to do other than put on a good show.
âso, eat me then,â you tease, though the heat in your cheeks and your eyes not meeting his gives away how flustered heâs got you. heâs still looking you over, scrutinizing every pretty inch of you with an overwhelming intensity before his steely gaze levels to yours.
âmm, tempting, but itâll have to wait; we have to go get engaged first. these,â he holds the flowers out to you, âare yours, my arrestingly beautiful queen.â you canât help but to laugh at his ultra-corny pet names, but they warm your heart nonetheless, rising from your stool to find a vase to fill with water.
âwhere were you, anyway? you show up all dressed to the nines on me out of nowhere. what, did you get ready in the car or something?â you ask, back to the white-haired man while you dig around in a cabinet.
âsuguru helped me out, kept my suit and let me shower at his place..â he says, almost distantly. you canât see it, but satoru is watching you, worshipping you with his eyes as you flit around the kitchen in your heels and your dress and your oh so seductive aura. heâs never seen anything or anyone be more mesmerizing in his life, and he knows he never will.
arriving at the first restaurant of the three satoru had planned has your nerves alighting. what if they knew you were faking it? god, how disgraceful that would beâcaught in your goober of a boyfriendâs silly scheme would have you too embarrassed to show your face in public for at least two months. but then he smiles at you from the driver seat- a genuine one that eases your anxieties and soothes your concerns, one so brilliant that it instills you with the necessary confidence to go commitâŠwhatever form of fraud this whole thing is. you give him one in return, reaching out to cup his cheek before youâre leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. you can feel him smile even wider when you do.
âso, how much do you want me to sell this? âcause, if i cry now, it might not be so believable at the next place.â satoruâs pushing in your chair when you speak, smoothing his hands down your shoulders before giving you a squeeze. he takes his own seat, flipping the menu open to browse through the beverage list.
âbest as you can with no tears. gotta save those for the last one,â he tilts his glasses down to send you a wink, and, for the millionth time within your relationship, youâre light-heartedly rolling your eyes at him. âyou got it, baby. but! if you donât share whatever disgustingly sweet, sugar-stuffed, chocolate-drizzled, candy-coated bullshit you ask for, itâs gonna be your pretty little ass.â he laughs at your threat and throws his hands up in resignation. you might be smiling when you say it, but you surely arenât joking, and he knows it.
you both decide to keep dinner small and light, knowing youâre going to gorge yourselves on whatever insulin-raising dishes your dear boyfriend chooses to indulge in. itâs not long after you put your fork down when he gives you âthe look.â you have to use all of your willpower not to smile, woosah-ing yourself into the role of an unsuspecting girlfriend about to be proposed to. you paint a look of surprise on your face when he gets down on one knee, giving you a charming little speech about how heâd âwanted to do this for so, so longâ and how he âcould never love another the way he loves you, never want to. so please baby, will you marry me?â itâs actually rather romantic, makes you wonder how close it all is to his true feelings for you.
you and satoru hardly ever explicitly talked about marriage, but he did always talk about how he wanted to be with you forever (or rather, that heâd jump off a bridge if you ever broke up with him, but that wasnât as eloquent.) heâd mention plans of a big house he wanted to put you in, so he could come home to you and your warm embrace every day until he was old and wrinkly beside you. so, maybe not an outright âhey, weâre getting married some day,â but it was most definitely implied.
at the end of satoruâs little scripted scene, he pulls out that same heart-shaped ring box from the table, opening it up to showcase a square cut diamond, one youâre sure must be a piece of costume jewelry for the occasion. you gasp, climbing out of your seat to throw your arms around him with a âyes! yes, iâll marry you!â he picks you up, standing back up to his full height as he delicately sways you back and forth. you share a kiss, one you let a few secret giggles into, before you part, allowing your boyfriend the pleasure of sliding the ring onto your finger. the patrons of the restaurant thatâd been watching the spectacle all clap at what they believe to be a genuine display of affection, including your waiter from his station near the kitchen. itâs a lot of attention, but being with someone that looks like (and acts like, and is) satoru means youâre relatively used to stares and whispers. he gives you one more sloppy smooch before heâs helping you back into your seat, giving a bow of thanks to the other customers before heâs sitting, too.
when the waiter comes back to offer up your grand prize, with eyes dampened from your well-acted performance, satoru keeps it simple and orders a non-nauseating plate of assorted mochi ice cream. and when it comes to the table, he plucks one of the cold, sweet little treats in between his long fingertips and reaches his equally lengthy arm across the table to feed it to you with not a lick of selfishness. fuck the dessert, heâd share the entire moon with you if it was in his possession.
âbabe, we fucking killed that. that lady? in the black blouse? she was crying, like, actually crying! i almost feel bad, but that mochi was to die for, so iâd say it was a worthy crime.â you jabber excitedly on your walk back to the car, hand in hand with your stage fiancĂ©. heâs staring down at you as you prattle on, knows he should be watching where heâs going but fuck, youâre so stunning and you go along with his admittedly very childish desires for free sweets and yeah, he really is so whipped, itâs not even funny. heâd never deny it, eitherâthe man who carries multiple pictures of you in his wallet and as his phone background, the man who gives you massages and shares from his candy stash when youâre on your period, the one who canât get mad at you when you fall asleep on him during a movie he really wanted to see? thereâd be an ice-cold day in hell before that manâthe only gojo satoruâever denies being hopelessly, foolishly, irrevocably in love with you.
the second restaurant that you and satoru pull your scheme on is a tad bit more upscale than the firstânot to say the first eatery wasnât upscale, would never be the case with your luxury loving boyfriendâand you absorb your surroundings from your place on the manâs arm while he checks your reservation in with the maĂźtre d. for this place, as fancy as it is, you think youâll tone down the theatrics, keep it a little classier this time around. you donât want to embarrass yourself or satoru with some overly acted performance that screamed fake. the suited man behind the counter leads you to a table, not smack-dab in the middle of the dining area but not very secluded either, something perfect for the exhibition you were going to put on.
âyou know, youâre setting me up for some very high expectations, âtoru,â you speak from behind your wine glass, eyes on what would be his if it werenât for the glasses he still wears. he looks up from his menu, head tilted inquisitively.
âis that so?â
âmhm. that ring you got looks nice, but youâve spoiled me. iâm gonna need one way bigger now. and,â you pause, taking another swig from your glass, âyouâll have to really surprise me. i mean, this restaurant is really nice, but if you keep this up, weâre gonna run out of fancy restaurants for you to actually propose to me in. thereâre only so many, yâknow.â your tone is coated in sarcasm, but satoru doesnât laugh. instead, he smirks, closing his menu and placing it to the side.
âdonât worry your pretty little head about that, sweet girl. youâll be very surprised when it happens.â
the meal is delicious, as expected, and your plates are cleared soon after. satoruâs laughing at a story you have about your neighborâs adorable little kitty cat that keeps trying to sneak into your apartment while he pours you another glass of an unnecessarily expensive wine he insisted on.
âare you ready?â he asks when you finish, and you give him a short nod, quick to prepare yourself again for the false astonishment you have to give and the onslaught of eyes that were soon to be on the two of you.
he reaches across the table to take your left hand in his, eyes peering up at you over his glasses when he leans down to press his lips against your ring finger.
âi love you,â he murmurs before heâs up and out of his seat. he approaches your side of the table but he doesnât do his part of getting down on one knee yet, opting instead to cup your cheek with a hold so gentle youâd assume he thought you were made of glass.
âi mean it, i really do love you more than anything in this world.â you donât have time to respond to the declaration before heâs descending to his knee, taking your hand yet again as he gives you another speech. this one is different than the last, but just as full of genuine love.
âyou make my days worth living, baby. you make the sun look like a streetlight in comparison to how much you light up my life. youâre so funny, so smart, so generous, and you put up with theâŠless than favorable parts of my personality with very minimal complaints.â he says that last part with a little bit of disdain and it has you giggling in a way no one else can bring out of you, despite your slightly glossy eyes. âmy perfect girl, will you marry me?â
and there it is, the ring box youâd been waiting to see since you stepped into this establishment full of onlookers. he opens the box and slides the ring onto your finger before he even gets your verbal answer, but it doesnât matter because youâre nodding and smiling like a damn idiot, as if itâs real. you try not to dwell on that thought for long.
âof course iâll marry you, satoru.â he carefully pulls you up out of your chair and cups your face again, this time with both hands, lips against yours in a kiss much more serious than the last time you did this. thereâs more applause following suit, but you canât pay attention to anyone but satoru, whoâs kissing you so deeply that the restaurant could be burning to a crisp and you would be none the wiser. when you part, heâs grinning, a little bit from the wine buzz and a lot from the adrenaline of proposing to his gorgeous girlfriend, staged as it was.
your waitress is quick to congratulate you both, and when she mentions the one thing that satoru came here forâthat goddamned free dessertâhe lets you choose. but youâre so generous, his sweet little sweetheart, just like he said in his speech, and you pick something sugar-stuffed, and chocolate drizzled, and so fucking satoru that it makes your teeth ache. youâre always, always, thinking about him, and he loves you all the more for it.
when you get to the last restaurant/soon-to-be victim of theft of services, youâre feeling very practiced in the art of deception. the tears you were able to evoke out of the unknowing guests, and the ones satoru almost pulled out of you had you unwaveringly confident in both your own and satoruâs level of skill as thespians this time around.
this place is a far cry from the previous two and you can tell before you even step foot inside, the architectural marvel of a building radiating the energy of one of those âsorry, weâre booked 3 years in advanceâ kind of places. you have no doubt that satoru could get in anywhere if he wanted to, though- the man was quick to offer bribes well into the range of some peopleâs entire salaries. if he wanted something, he was unrelenting, tenacious evenâtraits you admired greatly about him.
the moment you step inside, you start to feel a little swell of anxiety. this was..intense. the lighting was much more moody, with floor to ceiling windows giving the diners a view of a beautiful garden, lush with greenery. you and satoru had dined well before, but this was something entirely different. he leads you to the reception desk where another maĂźtre d, not dissimilar to the one before, greets you with an air of extreme professionalism. satoru gives the man his name, and youâre left a little confused when his eyes widen in what you think is surprise. he gives your boyfriend a quick nod before he dashes off, and you try not to focus too much on how expensive this place must be or why satoru would come here of all places for a free dessert, but itâs hard not to. the wall behind the reception desk is practically covered in plaques of awards, the words âmichelin starâ and âwinner of..â plastered on most of them. you know those arenât easily earned, so you try to think less about the exorbitant cost you know your boyfriend is paying, instead doing your best to enjoy this probably once-in-a-lifetime dining experience.
the man from before returns, with another more sharply dressed man, who grins wide when he sees satoru and yourself. he shakes your manâs hand firmly, giving a nod of his head in the direction of the dining area. the restaurant is gorgeous, past that really, but a little under-populated for satoruâs plan to have itâs most effectiveness. besides, whatâs the point of a fake proposal if no one is gonna see it?
you mention your previous thoughts to satoru once youâre seated, but he just gives you a smile and says âdonât worry about anything other than enjoying yourself.â
so you donât. you reminisce on funny, and sometimes embarrassing stories about your past with satoruâsharing laughter, and food you canât fucking pronounce, and glasses of ridiculously high-priced alcohol.
âyouâre the most wonderful woman in the world, angel,â he muses some time down the line, âthank you. i donât fucking deserve you.â his words have you putting your glass down, reaching across the table to mirror his earlier actions by taking his hand, with your face set into a frown.
âi donât like it when you say things like that, satoru. you do deserve me..because i say you do. youâre not- youâre not hard to love, satoru; itâs actually very, very easy. and i love loving you, and iâm gonna keep doing it every fucking day that youâll have me. okay? so none of that,â you say, squeezing his much larger hand in your own.
âwhat if i wanted to have you forever?â he asks, eyes still hidden behind those increasingly unnecessary glasses. the restaurant is far more dimly lit than the first two, but the urge to complain comes only from how much you miss looking into those dazzling blue pools.
âwell, iâd give you forever and then some. youâre not getting rid of me, âtoru,â you grin, taking the stem of your glass between the fingers of your free hand and lifting it to your lips. satoru follows the movement behind his shades, watches how the delicate line of your throat bobs with your swallowing with a sort of reverie that is usually described in religious texts. heâd pray for you, pray to you, anything. heâd learn how to sculpt just so your beauty could be immortalized for all of eternity.
satoru says your name and you hum, quick to swallow down the rest of your sake before giving him a sweet smile with your eyebrows raised.
âi hope you meant what you saidâabout forever.â youâre about to ask him what his foreboding words mean but youâre interrupted by none other than satoru himself, rising from his seat for the third and final time this evening to bring himself down to one knee. youâre about to laugh and quietly chide him for not giving you time to prepare for the show when you hear the sound of a piano, looking over your shoulder to see a man sitting at the once unmanned instrument. you turn further still and see that all of the staff has crowded around the edges of the room, all holding intricately crafted bouquets of..dark red carnations and burgundy roses, much like the one heâd given you, both granting you space but still wanting to watch the grand gesture that your boyfriend prepared.
âsatoru, whatâsâŠ.did you call ahead or something? this isâŠkind of a lot for a dessert i could make you at home..â he smiles and shakes his head at your endearing ignorance to the situation, reaching up to pull his glasses off for the first time all night. those eyes that you missed so much, they were rimmed with a faint redness. you couldnât help but act on your instincts, reaching out to cup his face in your carefulâcaringâhands. you donât get the chance to ask him what has him tearing up so much before he starts, a speech entirely new leaving his lips.
âif you think that loving me is easy, then loving you is childâs play. loving you isâŠone of the greatest gifts that i have ever or could ever be granted. you donât always see it, and i like it that way, but sometimesâa lot of timesâi look at you like you created the heavens and the earth. you are the heavens and the earth to me. youâre everything to me. your laugh alone could cure me of any ails. i donât know what i did to make such a beautiful, loving, gentle, smart, hilarious, talented woman fall in love with my stupid ass, but fuck, baby, i thank the universe every day for you. you give me purpose. you give me strength. you give me the want to continue, when it feels like thereâs no fight left in me.â
your eyes shimmer with unshed tears, lips parted in genuine shock that you hadnât expected to feel tonight. you spare another glance at the staff before bringing your gaze back to satoru, voice caught in your throat and tongue heavy in your mouth.
âsatoru, if- if youâre playing with me..if youâre doing this for your damn dessert, i-â
âno, baby, this- this is real. you areâŠthe most exceptional person i know. you love me in a way that i didnât know was possible before you came into my life. iâm so goddamn unworthy of you, but you chose me, and i swear, that for the rest of my lifeâthe rest of our lifeâiâll never let you down. please, angel. please make me the most blessed man on the planet and marry me?â
satoru reaches into the pocket of his suit pants as you stare in amazement, mascara tears fully running down your cheeks now. the ring box in his grasp is much different than the one from your faux-engagementsâitâs black, shaped like an oval with silver ornamental designs around the perimeter. and when he opens it, your lip begins to quiver.
the ring is something so uniquely satoru, a thin silver band that splits into multiple vine-like channels, with little diamonds attached for the appearance of flowers. they meet at the top where the stone resides, and fuck, itâs big. itâs aquamarine, with several little prongs holding itâs marquise shape in place. it mustâve cost a fortune, and you canât help but marvel at it as satoru takes your hand in his own again, lips against your ring finger one last time before heâs slipping the delicate piece of jewelry onto your finger.
âi need you to say it, angel. say youâll marry me,â he pleads, blue eyes shining in the dimly lit space. you canât hold back the sob that leaves you, nodding vigorously as you caress his face.
âyes, âtoru, iâll marry you.â you say through the tears, pressing your salt-covered lips to his. thereâs applause behind you, just like the other âengagements,â but this time, you donât need them there. youâd have said yes to him if it was 3 in the morning and you were half asleep, youâd have said it in the car on the way to the grocery store. youâd say yes to him anywhere, at any time.
true to satoruâs word, he doesnât bother with the free dessert this time around. heâs too busy thinking about going home and getting a taste of his fiancĂ©e to bother with some fancy piece of cake. and he almost doesnât make it home, pressing you up against the car with his right hand on the side of your face and the other on your waist. he kisses you so voraciously, like if he tried just that much harder, he could swallow you whole.
âsatoru, stop!â you giggle against his ravenous mouth, âa public indecency charge wouldnât be a great start to our engagement, you think?â
âi canât help it. my fiancĂ©e just looks so good, i donât think anybodyâd blame me if i hiked your dress up right here,â he says, leaning his head down onto your shoulder to leave a kiss or two on the bare skin. you gently push him away, coy look in your eyes when you meet his own.
âat home, the dress comes all the way off.â
satoru has you both in the car with the keys in the ignition and the gearshift in âdriveâ within 14 seconds.
the front door to your apartment is solid wood, and itâs cold against your back where satoru has, yet again, found a surface to press you up against. you barely made it three steps inside before he was on you, groping and squeezing anything his reach would allow. his lips are sweet where they meet yours, kinda like how they always are, from all the desserts and wines heâd indulged himself in. and somewhere in there, a taste thatâs wholly satoru resides. itâs your favorite flavor. his tongue never asks permission to enter your mouthâit just does, licking up every bit of you thatâs on offer, and it never satisfies his appetite.
âwhat was that you said earlier, baby? you want me to eat you, right?â he says between his desperate kisses and fuck, when did everything get so hot all of a sudden? the hand you have on his shoulder slinks up, coming to find its place in the short hairs of his undercut, and when you scrape your nails against his scalp he sighs into your mouth.
âyouâre not too full from your desserts?â you tease breathily but it cuts into a gasp of surprise when he yanks your dress up and shoves his hand under the bunched fabric to rip your panties off, only to find your bare skin at his fingertips.
âoh, fuck- no panties, baby? yâwant me ta eat that pretty pussy this bad?â he doesnât wait for an answer, snatching your lips up in a quick, biting kiss that leaves you dizzy. he drops to his kneesâfunny how much heâs done that todayâand lifts your dress further, gathering the material up at your waist. the way satoru marvels at your pussy is something heâd always done but fuck, can you blame him? you get so wet and you taste like the worldâs rarest delicacy on his tongue and youâre so fucking warm and tight when he digs you outâheâd sing hymns about your pussy from the top of a mountain.
âmy pretty fiancĂ©e givinâ me such easy accessâŠsuch a sweet girl you are,â he praises with a kiss to your mound, âso fucking good tâme.â but heâs just as good to youâespecially now, as he spreads your thighs and hikes one of your legs over his shoulder, unhesitatingly dipping his tongue in between your soaking wet folds. the contact of the slippery muscle on your sensitive flesh has you mewling, eyes slipping shut as he feasts on you. his mouth is as slick as it is when heâs talking, stroking his tongue up and down from your clit to your hole, and back again.
âfffuck- satoru..â you whimper, subconsciously grinding your hips into his face. he doesnât mind, though- actually he encourages it; he loves it when you use him for your pleasure, makes him feel good to make you feel good. and that rings especially true now, as he stiffens his tongue and slides it into your aching hole thatâs been clenching around nothing this entire time. he fucks you with it, much like he does with his cock- giving you a mix of slow and fast thrusts and keeping you on your toes. his large hands smooth up your thighs before one sneaks away to aid in him pulling you apart. his thumb finds your clit, massaging the little button in circles and you almost lose your balance, your hand flying out to grip onto his snow-like hair. your little mewls act as encouragement for the man between your legs; heâs studied youâyour bodyâfor years, and how each little flick and roll and curl of his tongue or fingers brings you closer and closer to cumming all over him. and he uses that knowledge so freely, long tongue prodding and pressing further and further into you, tip of the muscle kissing your g-spot.
satoru knows you, knows that when your thighs shake and your breathing turns to panting, heâs got you right where he wants you. you confirm that for him, when you look down at him to see those sparkling blue eyes staring back up at you and you moan âgod, fuck- âtoru, please baby, donât stop, gonna cum fâyou.â heâs ever so obedient, thumb moving in faster circles around your clit and his unrelenting tongue fucking into you just as quick. he keeps his gaze glued to your face because you look so goddamn pretty when you cum that he canât bear to miss it. and he doesnât, watching lustfully as your head sinks back against the door, hips stuttering as he licks the orgasm right out of you.
âout of all the meals iâve had tonight,â satoru starts, lips shiny with your release when you open your eyes again, âyouâre the most delicious.â youâd laugh at how corny he is, but your mind still hasnât come fully back to you yet. satoru rises back to his normal stature of towering over you, even in your heels, and he canât help but to dip his head down and kiss you. all those same flavors from before are muted behind the taste of you, and you almost hate to admit it, but you like that a lot.
âi need to be inside of you, baby,â satoru sighs into the kiss, leaning down to wrap his big hands around your outer thighs, and you get the idea quickly, letting him pick you up so you can wrap your legs around his hips. he carries you off to the bedroom, laying you down on the plush comforter that covers your bed. you sit back on your elbows and toe your heels off, eyes following his movements as he takes off his blazer.
âgod, you look-â
âfuckable?â
âvery.â
âso, what are you waiting for? fuck me, fiancĂ©.â
he takes your invitation with fire in his eyes, moving in close to undo whatever horrid contraptions are keeping you clothed. when he gets the zipper down, heâs practically ripping you out of the dress, tossing the expensive garment off somewhere behind him. heâs pulling his own clothes off just as quickly, and when he gets his pants down you canât help but to feel him through his black boxer briefs. heâs so hard, and heâs leaking like a goddamn faucet, the wet spot you feel near his tip growing larger and larger. heâs groaning against your neck as you touch him, pushing his hips into your palm desperately. but then he decides that he canât take the teasing and the waiting anymore, so heâs sitting up on his haunches to shove his boxers down his thighs. he doesnât even get them fully off before heâs grabbing your calf and dragging you towards him, gripping the base of his painfully stiff cock to line it up with your sopping pussy hole.
âohmy-GOD, fuck- ah! satoru, slow downnnn!!â you gasp, crying out for him as he slams into you with no warning and sets a pace that could rival a jackrabbit.
âs-sorry, baby, jusâ need you- need you so fucking bad, shit- hnnng, fuuuck,â he moans, gripping your hips tight as he keeps hammering into you. you canât keep your eyes open as much as youâd like toâsatoru always looks so angelic when heâs flushed and panting from the vice-like grip your pussy has on himâbut itâs okay, because he moans like a bitch in heat when heâs fucking you and thatâs all you need. your nails are digging into whatever they can find, one hand twisted up in the blanket and the other pressed against satoruâs flexing abs as if youâre trying to stop him, but you both know thatâs not true.
âso. fucking. wet.â he groans, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. heâs so deep inside that you know youâd feel him if you touched your belly, and the thought has tears of pleasure spilling down to your temples and into your hair.
ây-you feel so fucking good- ah- mmm- look so p-pretty taking my cock like this,â he whines, one hand leaving your hip to find your throat. he doesnât add pressure, doesnât squeeze, just lets his hand rest there like he needed to ground himself. he finds himself angling his hips just a little differently, and only a moment later, he knows heâs got it when your teary eyes shoot open and you scream his name.
âright there, angel? my fiancĂ©e likes it t-there?â he teases, trying his hardest to keep some composure but fuck, itâs so hard when you clench that tight cunt of yours and suck him deeper and deeper.
âyeeessss,â you sob, âplease! feels..so goodâŠlove you so much, love the way you fuck me..â satoru moans with you, snaking a hand under your lower back to arch you a little more, and the slight change of position has him hitting your g-spot head on with his merciless thrusts. you cum, wordlessly and unexpectedly, and satoruâs eyes widen as he looks down to see the ring of your cream that covers the base of his cock.
âohhhh f-fuck yeah, angel, cream all over my dick, âs all yours, always- always yours,â he gasps.
he brings you fully into his lap and your arms instinctively curl around his neck, your head falling back as he bounces you on his cock thatâs impaling you. youâre both covered in sweat now, and your slick, tooâit leaks down around satoruâs dick and onto your thighs. the eye contact he makes with you in this moment is hard to look away from, so you donâtâeyes locked with his while you pant and moan and whimper his name. he does the same right back to you, choking out declarations of his love interspersed with your own name.
soon, the position changes again, when you use the little strength you have left to push satoru onto his back with your hands splayed out on his chest. he groans in surprise, sliding his hands up your hips to hold onto your waist. your gaze shifts between his blissed-out face and the sparkling stone that rests on your finger, grinding against him nice and slow.
âdoes this feel good, satoru?â you donât mean for the question to come out as seductive as your tone does, but it has his hips bucking up into you nonetheless. his eyes open to find yours and he nods, digging his fingers into your flesh more when you ride him harder, roll your hips a little faster.
âf-fuck, feels like heaven, baby..keep- mmf, keep fucking me like t-that,â he answers, and youâre his sweet girl, his giving little angel, so you do. you keep fucking him just like that, pulling yourself up and dropping back down on the lengthy cock inside of you. your ass smacks against his thighs on the landing, and it joins your ragged breathing and satoruâs huffs as the only sounds in the room. he canât help but to meet your hips with his own thrusts, not keen on taking the reigns back but adding to the insurmountable pleasure you both feel.
âwill you cum with me? please, âtoru- need to feel you..â god, how could he ever deny you when you ask so sweetly, one hand still on his chest and the other on yours, palming at your tit with a pinch of your pert nipple every now and then. his brow is furrowedâplush lips parted with his moans and heâs nodding in response again.
âyeah, baby, yeah- âm so fucking- hah- c-close.â a look of focus forms in his eyes when one of his hands slips down from your waist, nimble fingers toying with your sensitive clit. your moans rise in pitch and volume, heart pounding in your chest as you get closer and closer to the edge. you can practically feel him pulsing inside of you, know heâs almost there too, and you ride with more determination, tits bouncing with the effort. he looks so desperate from his position beneath you, desperate to cum, desperate to fill you to the brim with his hot load. youâre left gasping, shouts of his name torn right from your throat when he plants his feet into the mattress and starts to thrust up into you, fingers still pinching and pulling at your engorged nub. he fucks into you so roughly, eyes shifting between the spot where you conjoin, watching raptly as his cock slides in and out of your hole, and your sweet face, mouth hung open and tear streaks on your cheeks. both are a pretty sight to him.
ââm gonna cum, âtoru- cum for me, too, need it inside me so fucking bad,â you whimper, and you werenât lying. only a few more thrusts and some circles rubbed onto your clit and youâre crying his name, creaming all over his cock again. and satoru canât hold off anymore, doesnât want to, and the way you clench and squeeze him makes that an impossible feat anyway. he stills his hips the best he can but they still stutter with the intensity of his orgasm, letting out rope after rope after rope of his sticky fluid inside of your needy little hole.
you roll off of him when you get the strength to do it, still panting with the exertion. but satoru is clingy, even more so after sex; so with your eyes closed, you donât see it, but rather feel the manâs hands tugging you close. he drapes his sweat-sticky body around yours, nuzzling his face into your neck where he leaves a few cheeky kisses.
âthank you.â itâs silent for a while before he speaks, and the words have you cracking your eyes open to look at him. heâs already beaten you to the punch, wide blue eyes looking up at you.
âfor what?â you respond, bringing your hand up to smooth his hair down. he practically purrs at the sensation, but he answers you regardless.
âfor saying yes to me, to forever.â
the snort that comes out of you is unintentional, but you canât help it. he sounds silly thanking you for that, so you tell him as much.
âsatoru, you make it sound like you had to bribe me into being with you when you say things like that. yâknow, i meant what i said, about you being stuck with me. couldnât get rid of me if you tried, baby. this just makes it..more official.â
âguess thatâs true, huh?â
âyouâre damn right. and when we get married, iâm going to use my new powers for evil.â
âwhat??â
âoh, yeah. iâm gonna terrorize everyone. pranks galore. and iâll tell them gojo did it. and theyâll just assume it was mr. gojo, not the kind and sweet mrs. gojo.â
satoruâs jaw drops, sitting up to gape at you. you just shrug in response, smiling innocently at your soon to be husband. he shakes his head, deep in thought for a moment before he grins, eyes hard set on you.
âwhat?â you ask, playfully narrowing your own eyes.
âi think i want to marry you tomorrow.â
>authors_note: WELL. itâs finally here (took me long enough i knowwwwwđ€«) ENDLESS THANKS FOR 100 (weâre almost at 200 now but letâs cross that bridge when we get there heheh)
>next up: firefighter!satosugu (after like 3 months of me talking about it IM SORRYYY)
>thank you for reading âĄïž
>masterlist.exe
>send a request here!
© loko4koko 2024
#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo x you#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#satoru gojo x reader
665 notes
·
View notes
Note
i missed your answer but happy day of the lord i'd love you to rank drivers by hotness because i think you're hilarious
you know what it's been like three days of the lord since you sent this but i've finally got bevved on one of them so let's go. i do not believe in rankings so i will instead be offering my commentary in current drivers championship standings order
max verstappen - i wont lie i know he's not everyone's cup of tea but i do find him quite sexy. do not understand the overwhelming tit hype on this website because this man would have to clench for his life to fill a victoria's secret training bra but it's fine because his beautiful autistic rizz and enchantingly bold nose make up for it. points deducted because i can tell his skincare routine is dish soap
lando norris - 2019 lando norris is like, i am honestly too old to have found him sexy if i'd been into f1 at the time bc even though we're only like 2/3 years apart in age he looks about 5 years younger than me. but i can completely get how if you were like 16 at the time he would seem like the cutest boy on the planet. like up all night era one direction vibes you know. unfortunately his 2024 styling with the weird desperate attempt at facial hair makes him look like a man who uses snapchat for evil
charles leclerc - objectively beautiful man crafted by the gods themselves but i can't honestly say he makes me feel anything carnally. i look at him as i would a marble sculpture in a museum
oscar piastri - he is not a bad looking guy but he does nothing for me. partially an age thing and partially his complete lack of rizz. he doesn't have time to be sexy he's got a job to do and that job is scaring the pants off lando norris every time he's within DRS range
carlos sainz - sometimes i think he is one of the top 10 sexiest men ever to exist on the planet and sometimes i think he looks like that really angry eagle off the muppets. he's got to work the right angles
lewis hamilton - much like charles leclerc he is someone who is so deeply objectively sexy that it almost reverts to me feeling nothing wait a second somebody just beamed psychic images of those interviews from like singapore 2019 where he had his hair up but with a couple bits framing his face so gorgeously and now i can't form words or think of anything else
george russell - the thing you have to understand is i went to oxford and i went clubbing a lot in oxford and so i have made out with a number of george russell lookalikes that is easily in the double figures. and i have zero regrets
sergio perez - he's not sexy he is like a cabbage patch doll whose nose i want to boop so fondly as i very gently whisper in his ear to DRIVE FUCKING FASTER
fernando alonso - i don't find him sexy but at the same time i can understand why lance stroll does
nico hulkenberg - i feel like you either have to be a really really straight woman or a really really gay european man to find him hot. and i am unfortunately neither
lance stroll - i'm refraining from answering until he grows his hair back out. at which point i will still refrain from answering but moreso for my own dignity
yuki tsunoda - we must not underestimate the rizz of a man so short he could be a back up dancer on sabrina carpenter's short 'n' sweet tour. i can unequivocally say i would
alex albon - you see physically he is not really my type but being engaged in conversation with him for more than five minutes would have me so horny i can barely breathe. i just love a dork yknow. i feel like i'd match with him on tinder by the strength of his bio even though his selfies are a bit shit and then i'd be actively drooling throughout the entire date
daniel ricciardo - in 2018, yes. in 2021 onwards, no. was he in some sort of reverse dorian grey situation where his portrait has gotten both hotter and attained better f1 results? who knows
pierre gasly - if he brings back the long swoopy hair with the frosted tips we are back in fucking business quite frankly
ollie bearman - i know he's technically an adult but he looks so young that even including him in this poll as an aside feels noncey to me
kevin magnussen - i have nothing to say. next
esteban ocon - he's tall, i suppose
franco colapinto - once again it's an ollie bearman situation where i can objectively acknowledge that he's a handsome lad but i've been following him since he was 19. i CANNOT see him that way.
zhou guanyu - i feel like his inherent swag is wasted in f1 i'd probably fancy him a lot more if he was some rando catwalk model i saw reblogged onto my dash precisely once when he was walking the runway in dior's latest collection at paris fashion week or something
logan sargeant (rip) - i really can't knock the people who fancy him because i feel like if you're american making out with 5000 guys who look just like him at college parties is my equivalent of making out with a ton of george russell impersonators at oxford. but thus i cannot see it due to our vastly different life experiences
valtteri bottas - he's hot in the way that like i walk into a gay bar and see the posters of men in leather jockstraps plastered around the place and go you know what this is not targeted to me but i can see why this is hugely titillating to the people these pictures were actually put up for. he's the closest to 1980s gay porn we have on this grid and i have to hugely respect that even if he's not my personal type
bonus liam lawson round - he looks like he was meant to debut in a boyband circa 2014 but accidentally got locked in a portaloo before their first recording session and they just kind of forgot about him there and he's just stumbled out into the daylight right now for the first time in 10 years and he's a little startled and hasn't learned about modern fashion yet but he's still kind of hot to people who would have desperately fancied luke from 5SOS were they above the age of seven at the time that band debuted
49 notes
·
View notes
Text
ranking all the scary movies/shorts/TV I saw and the scary books/stories I read this spooky season (August - October)
Mr. Vampire (hilarious 80s kung fu-jiangshi-ghost bride movie from Hong Kong)
The Innocents (rewatched this beloved 60s British ghost movie about abandonment vs smothering, grief vs insanity)
Carrie (iconic 70s tragi-goofy sexploitation-turned-bloodbath movie)
The Beast in the Jungle (Henry James short story about the horror of missed opportunity, a la I Saw The TV Glow) (which would have been #1 but I saw it before my arbitrary cut off date)
Dracula + Spanish Dracula 1931 (rewatched beloved Dwight Frye vehicle + finally watched its filmed-by-night Spanish counterpart, and learned you gotta see them together)
The Curse of Frankenstein (finally watched some 50s Hammer horror with Peter Cushing as the nastiest Frankenstein ever and Christopher Lee as a pathetic wet cat)
Dracula (mĂĄs Hammer with da boys)
The Way It Came (another Henry James that I especially liked for being strangely funny)
The Haunting of Bly Manor (rewatched beloved TV show and found more flaws in it this time, oopsđ but it got me to read these Henry Jameses so đ and it still got me to cry đ)
Boogeyman (free YouTube movie from 2005 that everyone thinks is terrible except for me, I thought it was absolutely fantastic, though that might have to do with all the parallels I was seeing to Attack of the Clones)
Personal Shopper (heartbreaking and beautiful Kristen Stewart vehicle)
American Psycho (the most disturbing book I've ever read, by far the most fucked thing here)
The Exorcist III (I never saw the first one but I skipped to part 3 for my man Brad Dourif and Blatty's always relatable spiritual torment)
Viy (super fun 60s Soviet man vs ghost lady movie)
Weeping Woman Way (I found a new Junji Ito at the library and this was my favorite story, as someone who used to cry all the fucking time)
The Romance of Certain Old Clothes (Henry James story about envy and repression, if you can believe it)
The Metamorphosis of Mr. Samsa (brilliant Canadian animation short from the 70s made by pushing sand around to give a swirling, wiggly feeling)
The Last Man on Earth (bleak and quite accurate Vincent Price adaptation of the Matheson novella)
Nightbreed (really fun Clive Barker "mean humans vs nice monsters" movie)
Dead Ringers (beautifully sad Cronenberg about the tragedy of utter codependence)
Scanners (an earlier Cronenberg about psychic connections, which is one of my favorite themes)
Society (fun rich people body horror cult movie with a fabulous finale; I thought the rest of it was quite touching too)
Butcher Baker Nightmare Maker (đcampđ)
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? (terrifying short story from the 60s about a demon kidnapper by Joyce Carol Oates from Twitter)
The Spirit Flow of Aokigahara (another great one from the Junji Ito book which has an evil mlm makeout and a totally fucked Logan Paul reference)
Minnie the Moocher (very very good Betty Boop, featuring rotoscoped Cab Calloway)
The Lord of the Rings (speaking of rotoscoped, Bakshi's wacky 70s animation which PJ kind of ripped off, kind of improved, but has its own fabulous character that had me weeping the nerdiest tears I've shed since like 2017)
Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives (weird and beautiful Thai movie from 2010 that definitely counts as existential horror)
We Have Always Lived in the Castle (people seem very critical of this 2018 adaptation of the Shirley Jackson novella, but I loved it, especially the way it so often keeps the camera on the fiercely protected ground)
Possession (weird European-y movie that is really good but I had a bit of a hard time getting into)
Isle of the Dead (slow 40s Boris Karloff movie with some fantastic agnostic angst)
The Curse of Dracular (very cute new claymation short a guy made for his dad)
Slumber (another Junji Ito, another on the theme of a psychic connection)
The Jolly Corner (really cool Henry James story, also about missed opportunity, specifically a dissolute ex-pat fighting his mean and greedy remained-in-America-sona)
Audition (nasty Japanese time-bendy anti-romance)
The Uninvited (40s movie with a very similar ghost effect to Personal Shopper; I watched it twice and enjoyed the second time more since there's a big twist that reframes everything; saddest ghost crying I've ever heard)
Rope (the gay Hitchcock one; makes me want to see a stage production where the Jimmy Stewart character is actually fruity)
Train to Busan (fun and emotional Korean zombie movie with a kinda stupid ending)
Blade (90s comic book vampire movie with the Volturi if they were Protestant)
Hellboy (romantic and transgender-ish comic book movie from 2004)
Perfect Blue (90s anime movie that predicted internet parasocial relationships; very good but I have some beef with it)
Never Open That Door (50s Argentine anthology movie that goes great with Black Sabbath and Shadow of a Doubt)
Dead of Night (40s British anthology movie with a brilliant framing device)
The Phantom of the Monastery (30s Mexican movie that really understands how horrifyingly effective Catholicism is at preserving stuff)
Eyes of Laura Mars (faboo 70s fashion slasher with another psychic connection)
Nosferatu (rewatched with the Radiohead soundtrack being shown at indie theaters, I thought it was awesome)
Madonna (Junji Ito vs Catholicism feat. pillars of salt)
An American Werewolf in London (very funny Landis movie with a really annoying romance)
The Alter of the Dead (Henry James anti-romance with a kinda weak ending)
The Ruins (silly plant horror movie that feels like the Hunger Games extended universe)
The Ruins (I preferred the movie because the plants just get too smart in the book)
Darth Plagueis (Star Wars at its coldest and meanest!)
Let the Right One In (creative Swedish vampire movie with some great ideas and some really stupid ones)
Hell Followed With Us (ig I'm too old for YA, but I appreciated the representation)
Don't Look Under the Bed (the scariest DCOM; pretty fun lore)
The Legend of Hell House (horny 70s movie that keeps turning me off then winning me back, feat. Peter Cushing's Van Helsing's boyfriend Michael Gough)
The Happening (the Shyamalan that's bad ... on purpose?)
Friday the 13th (fun to watch but man it is not good)
Practical Magic (frustrating cozy 90s witch movie)
Creature from the Haunted Sea (Corman parody with one or two good jokes: "Little did they know that I, Sparks Moran, was an American agent... My real name was XK150")
Carrie (the boring remake with Ansel Elgort, boo!)
Son of Dracula (dreadful 70s Ringo Starr thing with potentially interesting lore and a kinda iconic blood transfusion scene)
Hearts and Flowers (creepy 1930 stop motion that is pretty cool and imaginative but also racist af)
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol2 Part 1
Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Â | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2
Trimax: Vol01 Part 1 Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1 Vol02 Part 2
My thoughts on Trimax Vol02! Not so much deep art or thoughts analysis in this one :)

I wonder if the name has any meaning to it? As far as I understood this is the mansion where Legato and his henchmen are hiding, so I wonder if thereâs anything to that name. Now what I found just now was that there is a musician by that name who apparently made two songs, one called âMy Only True Loveâ and âIâm Coming Back from Viet Namâ, but no chance to listen to them. Interesting, I guess.

Joke: Midvalley must be playing really bad if thatâs his audienceâs reaction

Itâs also cool to note that Gauntlet is trying to warn the men about Legato, that they should get away! He might hold no sympathy for them but he also doesnât wish for their ugly demise thatâs inevitable when Legato steps in.

Oh this whole chapter is SO yucky and bleugh and evil but the most evil thing is this panel right here. Sometimes the horrors that arenât shown are the most horrifying ones.

Vaaash â„ Every time our boy is remotely smiling I want to pet his head and boop his nose and hold him close.

Maybe Iâve overlooked smth during my first two reads or misunderstood smth but dear maâam, who are you?? My only theory is probably nonsense. Or maybe itâs just some extra being controlled by Legato to help him move around?

I couldnât resist. I need to make fun of Legato every time I see him.

Nick looks really cute with these glasses. Also good for you, Wolfie, getting to drive such a pretty boy in your sidecar!

The killing game? I thought they were only meant to bring Vash neverending und unbearable suffering? (Though Vash canât know that)
Lovely use of the soundwords again!!

And this one! Also cool how the swoooshing of the blade is indicated with this white space. Black outlining and then a light shading...hmhm (taking notes)
Aah I love it when one part of the face is covered in darkness, showing mostly the eye. Itâs so looming and effective. Actually, now I do wonder if this is something thatâs still used in nowadays mangas or not? I donât read lots of mangas atm and only one other shounen, so Iâm pretty out of the loop how manga style has evolved (of course everybody has their own style but in general, I think you can often see if a series is older or newer. I NEED to analyise what specifics do give that away because thatâs pretty interesting)

I think this is the first time itâs kinda directly stated that Vash is not human, isnât it? Just smth interesting to note I think.

Ooh we all know youâre also thinking about you and your own sinful existence, Wolfie.
I really like this page and especially the left panel! The ground is so utterly devoid of any details, apart from the sand clouds and the lines that the roller blades have left. I really enjoy how Nightow keeps mostly to lineart without using lots of shading in the clothes, thatâs a thing he does mostly in the faces the enhance expressions as far as I could tell.
Gotta agree with Wolfwood on this, Vash is being a bit naive. He makes it sound so easy, so much so that it could be understood as an insult to all the suffering that Rai-Dei had to endure, to the way that his life is now. I mean itâs not the case but it does sound like Vash doesnât want to know or hear about Rai-Deiâs crimes, by saying it âdoesnât matterâ. All in all it is understandable that it only fuels Rai-Deiâs anger.
I love pages where itâs no sound, only little snippets of action taking place, with different perspectives.
#trigun#trigunbookclub#oh please note that I have no idea how old Legato is or what his zodiac sign is#I also couldn't be bothered to look that up#I'm just gonna make assumptions about him
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
I suppose I should revisit my Kittymore post here! It's about time, with all the new Mortamors we've seen lately, plus Twitter is self-destructing and Tumblr is just easier to make these kinds of posts with.
Alright, super long post coming up!
Mortamor has long been a favorite of mine, and that comes mostly from his menacing aura -- ah, who am I kidding, he looks like a kitty!
Here I'm gonna rate all the Mortamors solely on their kitty-tasticness!
Artwork (Original)
Official Art Kittymore! The start of a legend! He has his whiskers and those feline eyes too, an absolutely phenomenal artwork! Unfortunately, Akira Toriyama didn't draw him from any other angles, leading to many disagreements on how he should LOOK when seen from any other direction. You'll see what I mean later on.
5/10 kitten pets! Respectable, but it's hard to rate his kitten power with just a head-on look! I need angles! I need to see his kitty muzzle!
Dragon Quest 6 (SNES)
The first in-game look at Kittymore! The sprite is phenomenally cute and very scritchable, unfortunately it suffers from the same problem as the artwork, albeit not as much because the animations of the sprite show some muzzle cuteness...though not as much as I would like.
6/10 nose boops!
Dragon Quest Monsters

I can't...really see what's going on with that sprite, but the little tiny sprite above his status is really cute and silly-looking!
3/10 face scritches! I like the tiny sprite or it would be lower sfhkkjs
Dragon Quest Monsters 1+2
Yet another stagnant sprite, the detail here SHOULD give him a little more of the kitten-tasticness that he deserves...unfortunately, more detail isn't always better. The original SNES sprite looked far more likely to claw up my bedpost, while I see very little of that desire in this sprite.
3/10 kitten treats for my kitten overlord!
Dragon Quest Monsters Joker
A full model means we get to see our beloved meowing monster king from the sides! And how does he look?
REALLY SCARY. He looks less like my evil demon kitty-kitty demanding pets and more like some kind of eldritch horror! This was my first introduction to Mortamor, actually, and when I first saw him...I didn't know WHAT he was, just that I needed him sffsshkls unfortunately, nostalgia doesn't negate the truth.
0/10 chin scratches. There is no kitty in that soulless stare.
Dragon Quest 9
This model has honestly grown on me over the years. And, due to being another model, we can see how he looks from the side too!
Not bad! Very pettable, I already feel sharp pains in my leg from all the kneading I can tell he's thinking of doing! For the limitations of the DS, this is very nice!
6\10 kitty bleps! Could be kittier, but not bad at all!
Dragon Quest Monsters Joker 2

Um.
WHERE IS HIS KITTY MUZZLE? HIS KITTY WHISKERS ARE WAY TOO DROOPY AND HIS EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME DON'T EVEN LOOK KITTY-LIKE!!

Slightly better, but he should look fully kitten the WHOLE time, not just during a few animations!
2/10 paw-pad rubbies! Absolutely disappointing!
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Oh fuck I forgot to update my Gravity Falls watchathon regarding the Gravity Falls Finale
Spoilers below!
Part 1/4:
oh. oh the intro changed. Oh itâs fucked up and evil. This is peak intro to Weirdmageddon. Also goddamn Bill killed the Time Baby? And the Time Squad? Just like that? Holy fuck.
Also damn Billâs havoc is. Wow
Also Gideonâs a little shit here, at least Dipper finally got some sense in his head
Part 2/4:
Happy Mabel Fun Time Land! I did a triple take when Mabel said that in the bubble, âthe party will never endâ. Thatâs what Bill said too thatâs why heâs doing everything. Oh. Oh he was making a Mini-Bill over eternity. Fucked up. Also fucked up how Not-Wendy wanted Dipper to take her hand. Making a deal. Fndkgnsk ajgnskgkak. Also kinda funny how half a week has passed but only in Gravity Falls, the entire outside world is unaffected. Also also how did the cartoon bros escape. What. Also also also is the title a reference to hit movie Madagascar 2: Escape to Africa?
Part 3/4:
Welcome back wax guy and Multibear! Also holy fuck, ANIME. SHACKTRON. THE OLD MEN MEET AGAIN OGNEOGJWO. THE CIRCLE FINALLY RETURNS (though I canât help but feel that Pacifica and Wendy were hammed in. At least Fiddleford was wearing the new glasses for several episodes now. Ice meaning cool and Pacifica only wearing the llama sweater that episode feels like too little for them. Also Stan and Stan fucked up the circle and now Billâs gonna torture them all. Oh. Oh. Oh. The series finale next episode. Ohohohoohohohohoh
Part 4/4 (apparently Part 3 and Part 4 were aired back to back so technically still Part3/3):
Itâs over.
I know that if I hadnât been spoiled on Stanleyâs switch nor on his recovery, I wouldâve been bawling. I teared up at the part where Mabel doesnât want to part with Waddles, like you canât do that to me. Even as a fakeout you canât force a girl to part with her pet pig
The credits were nice, forgot about Dipper 3 and Dipper 4. Nice to see that they are content with their lives in the woods. Also those moments between the family? Thatâs sweet. Also nice to see both Stanâs threaten the bus driver for Waddles, really cool of both of them. Overall, itâs a touching note for the series to end on.
When Bill turned into the statue I gasped and pointed like that one meme. Thatâs the thing from the ARG hunt and the Book of Bill I think
TLDR if I hadnât been spoiled on major plot points (especially the later ones), I wouldâve enjoyed it more. Even so, I still enjoyed this series a great deal, and Iâm glad I took the time to watch it.
Oh and also minor note, the furthest episode aired that I watched as a kid appears to be Season 2 Episode 7: Society of the Blind Eye. Everything after I hadnât watched before. Final calculations incoming beep boop beep
Watched:
S1: Episodes 1-4, 7-9, 11-14, 16, 18-19
S2: Episodes 4, 6, 7
Thatâs 17 episodes out of the (for all intents and purposes) 40 aired, meaning I watched 42.5% of the show as it aired and missed out on 57.5% of the show until now (spoilers not included).
Oh yeah the cops just straight up said they love each other. Hell yeah
Oh fuck me how could I forget about Soos inheriting the Mystery Shack
He deserves it, Soos the goat
Oh yeah also in Part 4, when Bill turned the others into paintings my jaw dropped and I went âoh my god, like from A Link Between Worlds! He Link-Between-Worldsâed them!â
Also also Gideon still being in touch with his prison friends and using them to get back at that bully was funny
BIG TLDR: big good show even when I got spoiled on pretty much everything from âNot What He Seemsâ to âSomewhere in the Woodsâ. Peak fiction I fear. Maybe one day Iâll get into the books and the other media, but for now, Iâm content with looking at Tumblr, what with Grunkle Stunkle Wins The Finkle Bunkle and Pyramid Steve and all the fanart skfkabfjangjkwndksbdksj
Anyways I gotta go to sleep now maybe Iâll do Adventure Time next stock for Weirdmageddon buy gold byeeeee
Wait what the fuck I didnât know you could change text colour until just now. Oh okay but still BYE
#gravity falls#gravity falls season 2#gravity falls season 2 spoilers#gravity falls spoilers#gravity falls weirdmageddon#gravity falls watchathon#bingewatching#thatâs all folks#gravity falls episode 18 spoilers#gravity falls episode 19 spoilers#gravity falls episode 20 spoilers#weirdmageddon spoilers#gravity falls weirdmageddon spoilers
0 notes
Text
Having fun at Disneyland with Riddle, Azul, Kalim, & Vil from Twisted Wonderland :DD
Headerâs image from Hong Kongâs Disneyland Park(not the setting of this writing-)
{Headcanons/Scenarios}
Gender Neutral! Y/N
Note// No one requested this but I suddenly got this idea when I saw a video of Disneylandâs Evil Queen being iconic for 11 minutes straight or something,,,, XâD (never went to Disneyland btw, this writing is based on research so no need for corrections as I have no specific clues how is like in there,,, đâïž)
___
âSo youâre saying⊠Actors who have their faces covered with the character heads cannot speak? Like those mascots???â
But hey, no one can act in character as Queen of Hearts as original looking as the real one!
Riddle didnât took much interest in the actor, knowing that theyâre not the real crimson tyrant he looks up to.
Yet, he gushes a little by how the silent actor treats babies and children- thereâs some character even though the actor cannot speak.
Like how they shoos the nearest people away to make a path as she approaches a babyâs carriage, kneels in front of it, boops the babyâs nose and then combs him a little with a tiny brushâŠ.
People around the scene were gushing too-
Riddle is, overall, low-key impressed by the structure of the amusement park.
Depending on his mood, he wouldn't mind climbing on one of the giant teacups with you, he low-key finds them very cute.
Might end up reciting the 810 rules in front of the audience(who might either get so impressed or think that he is one of the Disneyland actors who memorized the rules-)
If he wears his Heartslabyul outfit during the trip(if you have the audacity to force him to wear it), people think he's just a child cosplaying-(he might internally scream with anger)
Idk, but it would be freaking cute to see curious children surrounding Riddle and asking if he was a Prince of Hearts by his outfit lol-
âHow ironic and out of character, my rose⊠The Queen of Hearts is not a very silent person after allâŠâ
___
"How unfortunate..."
Kinda upset about the fact that Ursulaâs actor doesnât wonder around the park like the other Disney villains. Ursulaâs imitations only appear in parades, attractions, and limited performances(?).
Cheer him up that thereâs at least a 2022 movie dedicated for Ursula!
Azul will be speechless if you show him a post about an old animatronic Ursulaâ head falling off an attraction ride-
âOff with your head, they saidâ- probably Ace (whoâs going to get hunted by Azul and the Leech twins afterwards-)
Literally the one who spoils you with luxurious items and hotel rooms-
Before choosing which Disneyland to go(since there's like many-), he did a broad research and accidentally stumbled on fun facts about the fun place.
"There's also a jail for naughty guests and tourists... Actual school for Disneyland actors... And hidden mechanisms that vacuum trash from the floor around the entire park every few minutes...? Impressive... No wonder it is called a world full of wonders by many."
___
âActors who wear costume heads⊠cannot speak???â
At least Kalim is having so much fun with the attractions and the rides⊠plus the food.
Jamil has to be there as his supervisor so he doesn't get into trouble during the trip.
Whenever Jafar passes by, Kalim just keeps turning to face him and looks at him quietly until the characterâs figure vanishes from the sight for a while.
Then, he tells you that he wants to take another picture with the actor-
When he saw Jafarâs actor looking longingly at the balloons the staff was carrying out from a storage room, he proceeded to buy many balloons and give them to him and more for you-
Once he meets the Beast and Bella at the banquet, he may or may not jump up in front of the beast and pull him into happy dances out of excitement.(Bella's actor nearly lost character x'3)
Total sweetheart for the entire trip at least,,,
âAwwâŠ. I was so eager to see how that person who dresses as the magnificent Jafar voice act!!!â
___
âIâm⊠Quite impressed. That magicless human does take the Beautiful Queenâs paper very seriously⊠As it seems.â
*looks at the costumes and dresses in a judging manner*
*ends up asking the staff about wanting to talk to the souvenir shop manager-*
Please stop him if you have the guts,,,-
Don't expect him to get on extreme, rough attractions. He doesn't want to ruin his hair afterall-
The only attractions you can climb on with him are the ones who are museums, tour guides, theaters, or slow rides.
He is kind of there in the trip because it was your wish you wanted to do for vacation- and he couldn't say no to you bc he can't get mad at you potatoes,,, (*ÂŽÏïœ*)
{Beautiful Queen passing by}
Beautiful Queen to Vil// Lovely⊠Lovely purple~!
Vil// My⊠Thank you.
___
youtube
Note// Also I recommend you to watch this is so freaking funny- đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst scenarios#twst headcanons
270 notes
·
View notes
Text
ăWithout Envyă- concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwjÂ
[story board 1] [story board 2]Â Â [story board 3]Â Â [story board 4]Â
long post: story board 5 â
Lan Wangji, as it turned, was a true gentleman. This was problematic for Wei Wuxian, who was tasked with getting close to him, because Hanguang-wangâs upstanding morals being rather unimpeachable rendered Wei Wuxianâs initial seduction efforts entirely unsuccessful.Â
 Lan Wangji straight up ignored him. Whenever he came to visit Jiang Yanli it was always to speak with her and not Wei Wuxian. It was like Wei Wuxian, or A-Xian as he was known, did not exist to the prince. Whenever Wei Wuxian tried to âget closeâ to him, aka, making himself available to serve tea, meals and such, Lan Wangji would always dismiss him, or tell him to wait outside so Lan Wangji and Jiang Yanli could dine together alone. Needless to say, Wei Wuxian was getting increasingly frustrated. Entirely unbeknownst to Wei Wuxian however was the fact that Lan Wangji had noticed him from the start and was just trying to stop himself from doing something inappropriate. Truth is, Lan Wangji first saw Wei Wuxian at Jiang-fu during one of Lan Wangjiâs visits to finalize the marriage between himself and Jiang Yanli.Â
It was the dogsâ barking that got Lan Wangjiâs attention first. That, and a young manâs agitated cursing.
âFuck - ow! Princess that was not nice! Iâm going to turn you into barbeque if you donât cut this shi - Ow! Jasmine, give it here!âÂ
Lan Wangjiâs personal guards Guo Ai and Sun Ting made to investigate the source of the ruckus and to tell off whoever dared to be so impertinent and disrespectful in a marquisâs manor, but Lan Wangji stopped them with a subtle gesture. Â
Slowly, he approached the round archway looking into the garden and saw by the shrubs a handsome young man cradling a fuzzy tiny thing while trying his darnedest to fend off two relentless hounds. âShoo, shoo, go bother your master!â
But the dogs wanted to play. Their bushy tails wagged happily. Â
Eventually, the young man tired of the over enthusiastic canines, picked up a stick off the ground, and tossed it far over the garden walls. The dogs took off running, and he and the little creature he protected were allowed a momentâs peace.Â
âLittle tutu, itâs okay, the mean dogs are gone now. Donât be afraid.âÂ
It was only then that Lan Wangji saw that the furry round thing was a small bunny, probably driven from its burrow by the aforementioned hounds that belonged to Jiang-xiao-gongzi. He watched, slightly transfixed, as the young man lifted the bunny and gently booped its nose against his own, his comely face scrunching up adorably in the process.Â
So when Wei Wuxian arrived at the princeâs estate with Jiang Yanli, Lan Wangji cursed his luck. He had no intentions of becoming attracted or attached to anyone in his harem. His marriages were political games. Everything he did in his harem was calculated. The last thing he needed was for the Jins to think they could sink their claws into him. So he kept company with all his concubines equally, just to maintain the balance. Lan Wangji did not want Jin Ziyan to be the only man in his harem, which was why when Qin Su offered him Mo Xuanyu, he did not refuse. It was fortunate that Mo Xuanyu himself seemed eager to serve too, so Lan Wangji did not have to grapple with ethics there. He was doing this for his country; everyone knew this. As long as he kept to his duties and divided his attentions equally, there would be trouble in his harem. Except...Lan Wangji wanted to see âA-Xianâ again. The more he wanted, the more he made himself keep his distance. He recognized the power dynamic that existed between this servant and himself, and that if he were to ask, A-xian was not really in a position to refuse. Besides, Jiang Yanli made no indications that she wanted her A-Xian to serve Lan Wangji. In fact, she seemed quite protective of him, always looking out for him wherever she could. She practically treated him like a little brother than a servant. As such, Lan Wangji was happy with the way things were. He could live with never knowing A-Xian more intimately. In fact, he did not want A-Xian to be ordered to serve him, or find out that A-Xian was just like every other man and woman in his harem, there to curry favours with him. It would be a shame if he turned out to be just another flower in the garden, another player in this game they played. Â
Of course Wei Wuxian read this whole situation as: that little bastard Lan Wangji doesnât like me. Xue Yang was charged with being Wei Wuxianâs correspondence between Gusu and Qishan but ended up just being the guy Wei Wuxian complained to. ââIs this Hanguang-wang truly a paragon of virtues???â Wei Wuxian raged. âArenât princes supposed to be lechers? Wen Chao certainly is a sleeze. Wen Xu could be too for all we know. Iâm young, fit, attractive and available. I know he likes men so why not me? He sleeps with Mo Xuanyu all the time apparently âŠIs Mo Xuanyu more attractive than me?!â Xue Yang: >_> God I miss murders.Â
Wei Wuxianâs âopportunityâ came when Jiang Yanli fell mysteriously ill about three months after she married Lan Wangji. When the physicians were left scratching their heads, Wei Wuxian quickly took the matter into his own hands. He needed Jiang Yanli alive; if she died before he made an impression on Lan Wangji, he could be sent away back to Jiang-fu and threaten his entire operation. Whatâs more, Jiang Yanli had been extremely kind to him in the last two years since he arrived at Gusu. She truly was the perfect lady; he would hate to see her suffer. Through some crafty investigations, Wei Wuxian discovered that the cause of Jiang Yanliâs illness was a slow poison being laced into her food by Jin Ziyanâs orders. The motive of his actions were obvious enough; ever since Jiang Yanli married in, Lan Wangji seemed to be showing her extra favour, favours which he never distributed unevenly prior to her entering his household. Jin Ziyan did not want Jiang Yanli as a competition. She was a marquessâs dichu daughter, much higher in rank than either Qin Su or Luo Qingyang, and therefore posed serious threat to becoming Lan Wangjiâs legal spouse. In a way, she was Jin Ziyanâs biggest competitor, and he couldnât have that. What Jin Ziyan didnât know was that Lan Wangji visited Jiang Yanli so much because he wanted to catch glimpses of Wei Wuxian, even though he dismissed Wei Wuxian from the room every time he saw him (the man was clearly a masochist). Wei Wuxian managed to sniff out the poison before it could cause lasting damages, but the effect of it was going on for long enough that Jiang Yanli still had an early term miscarriage before she even knew she was pregnant. Wei Wuxian, incensed by Jiang Yanliâs suffering, was ready to expose Jin Ziyan, but was ordered not to by Wen Zhuliu. âWe still need Jin Ziyanâ was his reasoning. Still, Wei Wuxian managed to tip off the investigators such that they detected and put an end to the poisoning, but the culprit was ultimately never caught. As this played out, Wei Wuxian realized that now was his chance to get close to Lan Wangji. With Jiang Yanli recuperating...surely the Jiang family would want someone else of their clan to serve Lan Wangji in her place, someone who could keep Lan Wangjiâs attention but would not replace Jiang Yanliâs place in the harem. It did not take much to lead Yu Ziyuan to the same conclusion. To ensure that he would have ample time with Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian secretly slipped a special sedative into Jiang Yanliâs food and drink to mimic the symptoms of a slow recovery. The sedative was one of Qishanâs secret formulations and could not be detected by Gusuâs finest doctors. But Jiang Yanli, bless her heart, did not want the boy who sheâd come to see as a little brother to be used like an object. "A-niang, I don't want to force A-Xian to do things he doesn't want to. I will get better, dianxia will not abandon me." â Yu Ziyuan tsked, "Silly girl, serving Lan Wangji in your stead is his entire purpose for coming with you. Every family must plan for something like this; someone to hold onto Lan Wangji's interest while you're indisposed. Men are fickle, child. You need time to recover and someone will need to remind Hanguang-wang that you still matter when youâre ready again. We cannot let him forget you. Think of what this would mean for our clan." Much to Yu Ziyuanâs delight, Lan Wangji came to check on Jiang Yanli while she was visiting, and Madam Yu had no qualms making hints that it would be the Jiang familyâs honour if Hanguang-wang allowed âA-Xianâ to serve him while Yanli recovered. Wei Wuxian did not protest. Why would he? This was his orchestration after all, but when he dared raise his gaze from the floor to look at Lan Wangji, he detected a hint of something in Lan Wangjiâs faceâŠsomething like disappointment. Wei Wuxian relayed this to Xue Yang and the other evil gremlin sucked on a candied apricot and said with a roll of his eyesïŒ ââYouâre so dense, shixiong, tsk. Men like Lan Wangji could have any man or woman he wants. If you go along with Madam Yuâs orders, youâll just to be like everyone else, another ambitious servant trying to socially advance. Heâll fuck you and forget you within a blink of an eye.â â Wei Wuxian sipped his liquor and grimaced. âFine, what do you suggest I do then? â Xue Yang smirked, âOh, havenât you heard? Men like roses with thorns. When youâre brought to him tonight, donât play along. Donât humour him. Refuse him.â â Wei WuxianïŒ >_> Is this how you got those Daoist priests in bed with you? â Xue Yang smirked shamelessly, âWorked, innit?â
Listen, Lan Wangji was fully prepared to have some emotionless sex with Wei Wuxian okay? Boy was prepared to just go through the motions. He was disappointed to know that A-Xian turned out to be no better than any other servant in his harem: eager to climb his bed.
Being a concubine was stupid work, Wei Wuxian realized belatedly. After dinner, Jiang Yanli bid him goodbye with worried eyes as the momos and gugus of Hanguang-fu dragged him away to be bathed and prepped for the princeâs enjoyment later that night. (gugu, momo - older female servants)
Wei Wuxian was not a dirty person - sure, he worked hard, but he bathed regularly - they did not have to scrub that roughly. As they practically scrapped off a layer of skin, the momos rattled on and on about how he should âconductâ himself in the presence of dianxia and how he should position himself to best please him.Â
What the actual fuck. Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to pull a face. Did the ladies get the same banal talk? How fucking boring was the sex around here? Wei Wuxian wasnât born yesterday alright? He knew how to fuck. ...Well fine, he didnât, but he and Xue Yang had sucked each other off once or twice, so that should count for something.Â
Once the attendants were satisfied with the state of him - hair brushed, skin cleaned and lotioned, callouses removed - they rolled him in a large full-body sized blanket, placed him in a sedan and ordered the servants to carry him to Lan Wangjiâs chamber.Â
Wei Wuxian tried not to make an exasperated grimace when the servants literally picked him up like a log and deposited him on the princeâs large bed.
Fucking...seriously?Â
He did not remember this bullshit when zhangjie married in...but then again Jiang Yanli did marry in. There was a ceremony and everything. Lan Wangji was very respectful that night, bowing to her before lifting her veil as a gentleman ought to. So what the fuck is this barbaric treatment? Just as he pondered on these questions, the tulle canopy parted, and Lan Wangjiâs handsome face and broad chest came into view. Undressed to his inner most layer of robes and his ink black hair let loose, he looked very much like a man ready to ravish his new concubine, but somehow, Wei Wuxian could not detect a trace of interest on that jade-like face.Â
Despite knowing this was all an act, just a means to an end, Wei Wuxian shivered when Lan Wangji reached for the edge of the blanket that encased him.Â
He pulled the blankets closer, shrinking deeper inside.Â
âDonât be afraid,â said Lan Wangji. âI wonât hurt you.âÂ
Time to act, Wei Wuxian. Give it your best shot.Â
âIâm not afraid.â âThen why do you hide?â Wei Wuxian waited a meaningful second before meeting Lan Wangjiâs gaze dead on and said, âBecause I donât want to.â Nonplussed, Lan Wangji raised an elegant eye brow in return. âOh? Is that so? Or are those just words? Perhaps you've confused what kind of place a harem is. If you do not want to, why are you here?â
Is my act not convincing enough or is this stupid asshole so confident in his attractiveness that he thinks everyone must automatically want to fuck him? Slightly ticked off now, Wei Wuxian sat up, still holding the blanket to his chest and retorted hotly, âI am not confused, dianxia. Perhaps you are unable to comprehend the idea that someone as lowly as a servant would refuse when given the opportunity to ascend in rank, but nevertheless, that doesnât change my position. I don't want to. I am here because Lianfang-jun appointed me; there was hardly any room in that decision for me to argue. If you are determined to have me, I will not resist, because I understand my place. But I am a person, not a thing or a broodmare for you breed. I have some dignity left, and at the very least, before you...before you hold me down and fuck me, I want you to know."
Wei Wuxian half wondered if his act had gone a little overboard. The expletives maybe were just a tad too dramatic, but then again... Â ...seeing how Lan Wangji's entire stance shifted, maybe not.Â
Lan Wangji withdrew his hand. He had mistaken Wei Wuxianâs initial unwillingness as coquettish posturing, but the heat in those dark, bright eyes could not be faked.Â
âThose words could get you into a lot of trouble when spoken to the wrong person. Have the momos not taught you the rules?âÂ
Wei Wuxian squared his shoulders. âThey have, but I place trust in Hanguang-wangâs reputation, that you are a true gentleman and would not force me against my will.â Then, just as he practiced, Wei Wuxian lowered his eyes. âI am a servant, your servant, and I know it is my duty to serve you in any way you command me, but I -...please find other use of me, dianxia, but not this.âÂ
 He startled a little when a warm hand found purchase under his chin and lifted up his face. Lan Wangji inspected him wordlessly with those cold, sharp eyes, searching for lies, for pretense. Wei Wuxian held his breath, praying he wonât be found out, but eventually, when the prince and his calculation deemed him good enough, he let go.Â
âVery well.âÂ
Lan Wangji fetched a pair of clean inner robes and trousers from the wardrobe and handed them to Wei Wuxian. âGet dressed and move over.â Without waiting for Wei Wuxian to respond, he sat himself down on the edge of the bed and began to remove his socks and shoes.Â
Wei Wuxian moved quickly, shrugging on the robes and tied it in place before shoving the trousers under the covers to try and pulling them up his legs. âYouâre...youâre not leaving?âÂ
Lan Wangji glared at him over his shoulder. âThis is my room, my bed. Why should I leave?âÂ
Right. Right.
âBut youâre not...sending me away?âÂ
Lan Wangji frowned as though questioning his intelligence. âWould you like me to send you away? I should think that would reflect badly on you and your mistress.â  That did give Wei Wuxian pause. âUh, well ââ  âYour declining to be my bedfellow does not impede my fulfilling my side of the arrangement. You will leave in the morning, and the others will think that I found you pleasing enough to keep you the whole night. That should give Jiang-fuâren and the Yunmeng Jiang clan sufficient face."  âI could sleep on the floor.âÂ
âDo you want to sleep on the floor?â Lan Wangji swung his legs onto the bed and arranged the blankets to his liking. âThe doors are never locked. Servants and sentinels must be allowed in to check on me during the night for security purposes. It would not bode well if they found you lying on the floor.âÂ
Right, yeah that would defeat the whole purpose.Â
âOh.âÂ
Lan Wangji lay down and crossed his hands over his chest. âLie down, sleep. I have morning court assembly, and Iâm tired. If youâre going to stay, donât be a disturbance.âÂ
Feeling like heâd lost all semblance of control in this situation, Wei Wuxian awkwardly laid himself down beside Lan Wangji. The bed was big enough for the two of them that there was space in between even when both of them lay flat on their backs.Â
Lan Wangji lifted up just a second to blow out the bedside candle, and then there was total darkness.
Wasnât I suppose to seduce him? What the fuck is this? Okay...maybe I have no idea how to seduce him...maybe I have no idea how to do anything thatâs not straight up strangling him in his sleep.Â
Wei Wuxian could feel his heart thudding in his chest, panic coiling tighter and tighter. He almost wished Lan Wangji had ignored his protest and took him, because then itâd be straight forward. As it were, he had no idea how to proceed now.Â
Just as Wei Wuxian was being slowly consumed by his maelstrom of thoughts, Lan Wangi suddenly spoke into the dark.Â
"I am not a heartless bastard, you should know."
Huh?Â
"I never implied that."
âYou did.â Lan Wangji gave a little shake of his head. âI do not want this anymore than the others in the harem. You said I treat my women like broodmares, but perhaps you have not considered that Gusu treats me like a stallion."  Wei Wuxian was momentarily speechless.  âYour mistress is very kind and gentle. I am sorry that the child in her belly was lost; I know she very much wanted to be a mother. I see that you are very protective of her, so you should know, I would never hurt her. Even if she were to never recover her strength, I would not let harm come to her.â  Those words, softly spoken, tugged at Wei Wuxianâs conscience, if not his heartstrings. âDianxia -â  âSleep. Good night.â
The next morning Wei Wuxian woke up to knocking on the door. The sun was already high in the sky and the bed was empty of Lan Wangjiâs presence. A group of maids entered carrying a basin of water, towels and clean clothes. Wei Wuxian, dazed, asked, "Where's danxia?" One of the maid giggled. "Dianxia left at dawn to attend morning assembly at the palace. You must not know; he wakes up very early. He said not to wake you, and to let you sleep. He said," The others giggled with her. âHe said that you've had a long night."
To the great surprise of everyone, Lan Wangji did not elevate Jiang Yanliâs servant A-Xian to concubine status after the âlong nightâ they had together. Instead he ordered A-Xian to be transferred to his court to be his close-quarter attendant, to serve him in his every day tasks. Wei Wuxian did not exactly understand why Lan Wangji would make this particularly decision, but he did not complain. After all this was exactly what he wanted, to be close to Lan Wangji and earn his trust. Lan Wangji, on the other hand, was content to have Wei Wuxian close by, secure in the knowledge âA-Xianâ did not wish to spread his legs to socially advance. Perhaps, if he dared to hope, he could finally have someone to speak to in this lonely manor full of people who only saw the crown hanging above his head.
Xue Yang was of the opinion that this was all going to end badly. He was right.Â
[next]
328 notes
·
View notes
Text
Day 2: The Anticipation
Roman and Remus are having a tickle fight. Janus joins, and Roman gets completely ruined.
Tickletober #2 baby! Let's keep it going!
Remus was tickling Roman on the couch, going at his little weak points to prove a specific point:
âYou have a weakness!â Remus told him. âAnd any bad guy and dragonwitch can see it from a mile away~â
âDOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAT!â Roman yelled back.
âOoooh reeeally?â Remus reacted, seeing right through his bullshit.
Remus grabbed onto Romanâs hips andâŠ.waited.
Roman giggled and looked down, looking to see what he was doing.
âIiiiâm gonna getcha!â Remus teased.
âNo you wonât!â Roman spat. âBAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!â Roman immediately bursted out laughing and kicked his feet all over the place.
âYes I will! And I will tickle you till you pee!â Remus told him.
Remus grabbed onto Romanâs hips, and PUSHED in. This made Romanâs laughter raise and raise in volume and pitch!
âSTAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHITâS SOHOHOHOOOO BAHAHAHAHAD!â Roman begged.
Remus then stopped the tickles and lifted Romanâs arm up. âIiiiiâm gonna getcha! Iiiiiiâm gonna getcha!â Remus teased.
âNohohoho!â Roman begged.
âAll you gotta tell me is that yooouuuuâŠâ Remusâs fingers got closer and closer. â...have a weakness.â
Roman shook his head. âNohoho wahahahay!â
Remus sighed and brought his fingers inches closer to the armpits. âWhen will you ever learn?â
Remus finally skittered his fingers into Romanâs armpit. But the tickles only lasted a few seconds before stopping and moving his fingers back to inches from Romanâs armpit. They were still wiggling. âHow about now? Ready to tell me now?â Remus asked.
Roman shook his head, and another bout of laughter filled the room for a few seconds before the laughter turned into giggles of anticipation.
âNeheheheveheheher!â Roman ordered.
Another fit of laughter filled the room as Remus tickled Romanâs armpit yet again.
âWe can keep this up aaaallll day if you want to. Is that what you really want?â Remus warned.
âYOHOHOU ARE SOHOHO GOHOHONNA GEHEHEHET IHIHIT!â Roman shouted to him.
âOoooh! I should be the one saying those words! You are so gonna get all the tickles coming your way!â Remus teased, tickling the armpit hairs to tease him further.
Roman whined and tried to hide his face in his raised arm. But the moment Remus noticed that, he tickled his armpit. Romanâs strong laughter filled the room yet again.
âNow: Do you have a weakness?â Remus asked before stopping.
âNOHohohoho!â Roman replied.
âLooks like this is gonna last a while then!â Remus started tickling him again, making Romanâs laughter fill the room for the millionth time that hour.
âSTAHAHAHAHAP!â
âIâll only stop if you tell me you have a weakness. You have to beat your ego in order to stop the torture!â Remus teased.
Janus showed up beside Remus and smiled with an apple in his hand. âNot bad Remus...not bad.â
âThank you Jay!â Remus replied.
âNow: How about I hold the arms up while you tickle both?â Janus offered.
AW HELL NAW!
âNOHOHOHO DONâTYOUFUCKING DAHAHAHAHAHARE!â Roman shouted.
Remus stopped tickling and nodded. âOkay!â
Janus took his place above Roman and lifted up both of Romanâs arms. He held them down for Remus, while Remus summoned two electric toothbrushes and brought them closer to Romanâs armpits. But they werenât quite touching...only inches awayâŠ
Roman shrieked like a 2 year old and shook his head and body around. âDONâT YOU FUHUCKING DAHAHAHARE!â
âOhohoho, I dare! I dare dare dare to get closer! So that all youâre feeling is the vibrations of the brushes reeeaaaally close to your armpits~â Remus teased.
Remus really did just that: He brought the toothbrushes so close to his armpits that the armpit hairs were being tickled with the bristles. Roman squeaked and squealed, able to feel the tickles a little bit on his armpits.
âIiiiiâm gonna get closer~â Remus teased a little more, just to further drive him up the wall.
Roman was a big mess of giggles. He couldnât stop himself from doing anything! âStahahahahahahap thihihihis ihihihihis sohohohoho mehehehehehean!â
âOhoho, I know, dear brother.â Remus teased. âBut Iâm just getting started! Just wait till I bring in the brushes! And the feathers! And the raspberries!â
Roman squealed. NO RASPBERRIES! ANYTHING BUT THE RASPBERRIES!
Remus leaned into Romanâs ab muscles and blew a raspberry.
âHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!â Roman begged.
âOkay!â Remus leaned in andâŠ
Didnât blow a raspberry.
Roman looked down at his belly and quickly squeezed his eyes shut. He wasnât able to look!
Remus smirked and breathed in. Roman gasped and giggled, smiling brightly. But Remus didnât raspberry. He pressed his lips to Romanâs abs and STILL didnât raspberry! He even blew some air onto Romanâs abs and refused to raspberry yet.
Roman was dying of anticipation at this point. When the heck was he gonna-
âPBBBBBFFFFBBBFBBFBBFBFBF!â
âYEAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!â
Roman pretty much DIED in that moment of laughter. It was like the world finally hit its peak of ultimate tickles! And Roman was experiencing ALL of it!
âTickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!â Remus teased nonstop.
âNAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEVIHIHIHIL!â
Remus leaned in for another raspberry and waited. âYes...thatâs exactly what Iâm supposed to be! Always evil! Always the bad one!â
Roman cackled loudly as Remus tickled his super sensitive ab muscles. Then, Remus started showing off his finger. âHmmm...Whatâs the phone number again?â
Roman squealed and covered his face while Remus was stroking his mustache. âI think it was 185-â Remus poked the ab muscles in the right spot, and tickled him in the process. â4...9...5? No 3!â Remus reacted. âDamn...I gotta start all over again!â Remus restarted typing the numbers into the abdomen telephone grid.
â185, 495- Damn! Itâs 493!â Remus reacted, âtypingâ it wrong. âI have to start all over again!â
âREHEHEHEHEHE!â Roman was laughing and jumping at each and every poke. âSTAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!â
âThe safe word is tickle!â Remus told him.
TICKLE?! OF ALL THE WORDS TO MAKE THE SAFE WORD- His ego was not gonna survive this! No way his ego would survive anything like this!
Remus smiled and clicked the numbers on the abdomen keyboard. â185-493-1692.â Remus âpicked upâ the phone. âHellooooo?â Remus said eagerly. Remus poked his finger into Romanâs belly button and kept it there. âUh huh~âŠâ
Roman tried to move as little as possible as to not tickle himself with his own movements.
âNo, Iâm afraid Roman is NOT here at the moment. Want me to take a message?â Remus teased.
âUm, EXCUSE ME?! YES IâM HERE!â Roman thought out loud. Roman was about to speak up, but was stopped by Janusâs hand over his mouth. âHeâs on the phoneâŠâ Janus mouthed to him.
Remus smiled and started wiggling his finger that was stuck inside the belly button. Roman widened his eyes and wiggled around a bit, desperate to get his belly button away from the finger. But Remusâs finger kept following the belly.
Roman giggled a little more under Janusâs gloved hand, and shook his head to try and get his hand off. BUt that was a big fat no go.
Remus smiled at this and grabbed a brush. âNow letâs put some makeup onto this belly of yours.â Remus decided.
Remus summoned some paint with his hands and squirted blobs of multicolored paints pretty much everywhere he could reach. Then, Remus readied his big fat wall brush, and started painting and blending all the paint together on his belly.
Roman squealed and giggled at how cold it was at first, and cackled the moment he felt the brush reach the sides of his belly. The sides of his belly was SUPER PLUS ULTRA SENSITIVE (yes, I really brought MHA into this), and couldnât handle even the lightest touch most of the time. But now there were MILLIONS OF LITTLE BRISTLES tickling all over Romanâs poor belly.
Janus was totally not enjoying this...not one bit...No...He wasnât enjoying this...He swearsâŠ
It would be at this moment that Logan would usually yell âFALSEHOODâ on the top of his lungs.
But Logan was kinda too busy to yell that at the moment.
Janus watched as Remus started booping his belly with yellow on the brush. He was trying to make stars on Romanâs belly. Every single few seconds of Remus thinking of where he wanted a star to be...was painful for Roman. Cause every little break was a different amount of seconds! It was too unpredictable to properly predict anything! And it drove Roman BONKERS.
âThere! Now the moon!â Remus grabbed the white paint, and dabbed it on...to the belly button.
Then, he started drawing circles on the spot to spread the paint out a little more so it dried better. Roman cackled and wiggled around as the bruh tickled his belly button, making the moon look jagged and wobbly. âYouâre ruining my moon!â Remus told him.
Roman giggled at this. âYohohohohouâre ehehehevil!â Roman shot back.
âYou told me that already!â Remus mentioned. âNow, if you really want this to stop, youâre gonna have to say the magic word~â
Roman growled through his laughter. âTehehehehehe- tihihihihi- IHIHI CAHAHAHANâT!â Roman whined.
âYes you can! Itâs just a word! It wonât kill ya!â Remus reminded him.
Roman struggled to say the word for another 10 minutes before finally getting farther in.
âTihihick-tihihihihickle! Tihihihihicklehehehe! NOHOHOHOW STAHAHAHAHAP!â
Remus giggled. âSorry bro! I need to hear it without laughing!â Remus told him as he lessened the tickles significantly.
âWhahahahahat?!â Roman reacted. âBuhuhuhuhut-â
âNo butts~! Say the word, uninterrupted. Then, Iâll stop.â Remus told him.
âFihihihihine!â Roman looked around and made sure only Janus and Remus were listening. When he was sure it was just the three of them there, Roman tried. âTihihi- Tihickle! Tickle! I sahihaid ihihihit!â Roman told him.
âOoooh! Not bad Ro-ro!â Remus stopped tickling just as he promised, and rubbed away the phantom tickles that were probably there. âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â
âHahard on the ego, thoughâŠâ Roman muttered, the butterflies in his stomach getting worse and worse.
Remus smiled and poked his belly one more time. âI gotta say: I like this painting! Itâs a masterpiece!â Remus reacted.
Roman looked down and widened his eyes. There was a galaxy of many different colors on his belly! Blues, purples, and blacks with stars and a moon on his belly! It was gorgeous! âWow!â
âI know, right?!â Remus reacted.
âIâm gonna keep this on my belly for the rest of the day.â Roman decided. âI have a galaxy tummy!â Roman declared.
âGalaxy tummy!â Remus declared as well.
Roman counted the stars, and even noticed that the big dipper was on his belly. He loved the painting and decided that maybe...just maybe...he did have a small weakness. But, it was a good weakness. Tickling isnât really so bad of a weakness.
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
HELLO I AM ALIVE AGAIN
Turns out everyone else really wanted to go so we got home from vegas earlier than expected !!! so I'm going to probably ramble about omega mart/area 15 in general now
(warning this is probably going to be long because i am screaming and also probably going to have bright images)
OKOKOK SO LIKE ???? We got there around an hour early so we could get into omega mart on time and so we spent a little bit of time outside area 15 looking at the cool stuff !!
There was this giant fallen robot and a room with mirrors that made it look like there were clones of you (that was fun ngl), and this cool dragon-lookin thing I took a photo of !!

Very cool !!! also sidenote it was literally so hot there wtf i hate the sun sometimes /j
the entrance to area 15 was like ?? super cool it looked like.. a spaceship idk
and then we got to this

ALSO THERE WAS THIS SUPER AMAZING LOOKING Oll of the cool bright lights n stuff and just gsdhjkgbgjknsdgds,,,,,,, wtf ,,,,
ALSO THERE WAS THIS SUPER AMAZING LOOKING COLOR CHANGING TREE ABOVE WHAT I AM ASSUMING IS A BAR BUT !!!!! IT WAS SO COOL,,,,,,

we walked around for a bit to kill time (i got a cool dinosaur hat) and ofc i took a picture of omega mart from the outside

not much rlly happened outside of omega mart though the building was like really amazing and i was just in awe the whole time bc it was all just so pretty :]
I didnt take nearly enough photos as i should have but !!! I did take a picture of this funny sign in the cereal aisle

OKAY OKAY OMEGA MART TIME . LIKE ??? THIS PLACE IS SO COOL OH MY GO D!!!! theres so much detail in everything and the fact that theres so much to do !!!!!
ALSO I WISH I TOOK PICTURES OF MONOLITH,, ITS SO BIG AND PRETTY MAN , speaking of monolith when we ended up there through the garden we split into two groups and I accidentally started the whole monolith rebellion thing (???) through one of the computers
one of my favorite details was specifically the fact that there were furbies on top of the computer (didnt get a photo but i did get a photo of some of the other furbies inside)

basically what we did was we had to use the boop card on 3 things across the store to hack in and it causes this whole thing where the lights go out and a video plays talking about how omega mart is evil n stuff and its like ?? woah thats so cool ANOTHER THING I SAW IS like whenever the store gets hacked the employees freeze and they're like. super still also the employees are just like so cool i wish i could have interacted w them more </3
ALSO I LOVE THE SALE THINGS SO MUCH !!! IDK WHY BUT I DO :]




images ran out but over all yeah omega mart/ area 15 is just so cool and pretty and interesting and i had so much fun there even if i didnt get to do everything i planned on doing !!! also i got a few cool things im rlly happy about that :]
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
đđđ€đąđ§đđ„đ
T.W: !!TROS spoilers!! !!long!!, Sex, swearing, slight angst, I created a new term to fit into the story.
Y/nÂ
"Help! Get medics!" Rey stumbled out of the falcon. People ran. They screamed. Voices collided together in the air. I needed a glimpse. Just a mere few seconds. His face- the memory was fuzzy.
My Ben was home. My heart throbbed. I remembered how he left me. He became Kylo Ren, the Jedi killer. Yet here he was, with a Jedi. Surrounded by Jedis. Rey, Finn, and Poe carried him out on a stretcher.
A tear slipped from my eye.
"Take care of my son." Admiral Leia begged.
"I will- I will I promise." I sob, holding her hand. Tears flowed down my face. It felt like my mother was dying before me. My body shook. Tremered with pain and loss.
There I saw him, clutching his side as he lay on the stretcher. His tunic was torn, and his was face beat up. Rey ran by his side, yelling incoherent things to him, holding his face.
I felt a twinge of jealousy. Storming off to my ship I board it. Punching a wall, leaving a dent, and knocking down several plants. Scattering dirt across the floor.
"You ok y/n?" Sallow asked. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I nodded silently. Plopping down on a couch to try to choke down my tears. "What's wrong Y/n/n?"
I shook my head. Smashing my fist down on the table. Accidentally breaking a chunk off.
"Now now! Watch the ship! I have to fly this thing!" Sallow tries to calm me down. I laugh.
"Thanks Sallow." I say wiping my tears.
Beep! Boop! Trill!
"Hey SB-3." I pat the small robots head. The droid climbs up my arm, gently nuzzling my head. (BD-1 anyone??).
"Master Y/l/n your presence is requested on the bridge."
"See you later Sallow" I say getting up. Fist bumping the captain.
ââ
"Come young Padawan, new experience to show you." The boy nodded.
Swiping on the small electronic pad, I read the letter Admiral Leia had left me. I kept my tears at bay the best I could.
Waking briskly down the halls, my Padawan at my side, I took long strides hoping to arrive quickly.
"Where are we going Master Y/l/n?" The teenage boy asked.
"Admiral Leia asked us to escort her son, Master Rey, admiral Poe, and General Finn around camp, ensuring their safety, as they settle into the base, before she-" I bit my lip at the end of my sentence (She sounds like a female Obi-Wan).
We turned a corner, walking into a smaller control room.
We both bowed, bending at the waist. Showing upmost respect for the 'upperclassmen'.
I looked up. Seeing Ben and Rey both sitting together on a couch. Finn and Poe were talking to each other around a map table.
"Good to see you master Y/l/n," Poe bowed, "now would you like to review the map of the new base?"
"Yes of course Admiral, please call me y/n, no need for such tittles." I chucked. We stood around a blue glowing hologram. Showing all of the terrain, structures, and mechanics.
I felt a lingering stare. Unsure of who it was.
Suddenly my padawan leaned into my ear. "Obi-Wan Kenobi is at fault for the rise of Darth Vader." He whispered.
I whirled around. Within seconds the padawans head hit the floor. Sparks popped. Wires and bolts hit the floor.
The force shriveled his lightsaber, biding to my anger. Crushing the Kyber crystal into dust.
I turned back around, putting my lightsaber back on to my belt. The blood stained the edges of my robes.
Silence echoed around the room.
"Another one." I state nonchalantly pain cracking in my voice. Poe looked disheartened. He had taken a liking to Padawan Joshuk.
"Why- why did you kill him?" Ben choked out.
"He was apart of a rising evil in the galaxy. They're robots- or part of one. The first order kidnaps a child, implant prosthetics into them, then sends them out to kill. They are next to try to wipe the galaxy of all force sensitive people, users, and- me." I say.
I was frustrated and annoyed. My heart was being crushed by every passing second.
Ben doesn't remember me, since he is blinded by his love for Rey.
"Listen to me," Ben tilted my chin up to look at him. "I'll love you forever, no matter who I meet, who I become, or what happens."
"I love you Ben, please- please don't leave!" I crash into his chest, sobbing.
"I'll never be truly gone my love, I'll always be by your side, I promise."
The academy burned down,
Luke was gone,
Ben was gone,
Kylo Ren rose,
Ben Solo fell.
I hit my fist on the side of the map table. The light flickered.
"Where do these kids keep coming from?" I think aloud.
"I don't know, but however their being turned, we need to find out a way to stop it." Finn said.
"I spoke to Master Qui-Gon today, he told me many stories of young padawans and force sensitive individuals. Though he's never seen anything of this before." I explain.
"Wait how could you talk to Qui-Gon?" Rey got up in my face. She smelled of sweat and blood.
"Master- Qui-Gon. I am a kosmker. Meaning 'world between worlds walker'," I scan the table looking at the map of camp. Studying infer structure and mechanics.
"I've never heard of that." Ben said behind me. His voice was muffled.
He thinks I'm a murder.
A tear falls from my face. A hand rests on my shoulder. Knowing who it was I didn't panic.
"He doesn't think you're a murder y/n, he's afraid of who he was. My Ben,0Â thinks he's a monster. He still loves you Y/n/n."
I shake my head. Letting the tears flow freely. I couldn't hold it back any longer. Poe rubbed my shoulder. Me and him had gotten close.
"I'm sorry," I breathed trying to stop myself from crying. "She's-"
"I know- I know." Poe tried to comfort me. I could hear the pain in his voice.
I took a breath and cleared my throat.
"My apologizes." The room was quiet. "It would be my honor to show you around camp, however Master Ben and Master Rey have had a cruel day, I can show them to their personal quarters, whilst showing admiral Poe and General Finn around camp in depth."
"That would be great y/n." Poe smiled at me. I nodded.
I held the doors open for them.
Boop! Beep! Trill!
"Aw your antenna is bent." I bent the droids antenna back. Earning a happy trill in response. "This is SB-3 everyone, everyone SB-3."
ââââ
"Here is your quarters, Master Ben." I escorted Ben to his room. I had already dropped Poe, Finn, and Rey off.
"Wait, Y/n/n-" Ben grabbed my arm.
"How-" I stumbled on my words.
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry for leaving you- I-" Bens voice cracked, his brown eyes became glassy. I opened the door to his personal quarters. Taking him gently by the hand, I lead him in.
"It's ok Master Ben, you'll be fine, with time, rest, and care." I said to him, leading him over to his bed.
"Please- don't call me Master- I don't even deserve that tittle." He cries.
"Sorry- well I think you deserve the world- Ben." I tell him, trying to be transparent.
"I remember you Y/n/n- I never- ever forgot you- even for a second. I never ever-" he sobbed.
"I saw you and Rey- I felt a connection-" I croaked.
"I know- I know- you- I've realized why the force brought me and Rey together! It wanted- it needed me to find you!" Ben said, he was almost desperate to get his point across. "I love you Y/n/n- I've never stopped loving you ever- I need you! You've held me together all of these years."
Tears were pouring down his face. Pieces of his hair was sticking to his face where he wiped his tears.
I got closer to him. Taking his face into my hands. I wiped my thumb pads over his face wiping the warm tears off his face.
"you love me Ben Solo?" I asked, anxiety rising in my chest. It was almost suffocating me.
"Yes, I'll never stop loving you- ever." He cried.
He hooked an arm around my waist. Pulling me into him. I was thrown back to that night.
"I love you Ben please- please don't leave."
"I love you Ben please- please don't leave." I sobbed.
He held me tighter.
"I never left, I was always by your side, but I'll never leave now." He sobbed into my stomach. I pulled back letting my hair out of the buns on my head.
I tried to get out of his grip. I needed to leave, he was destined to be with Master Rey- not me.
"Don't leave- please don't leave-." He cried.
"Let's get you some new clothes and cleaned up ok Ben." I tried to soothe him.
He nodded still holding onto me like a toddler. I pulled away grabbing his hand. I started the shower. Finding soft scented soaps, and fluffy towels. A fresh set of clothes, just laundered and still warm sat folded on the counter for him.
"Ben," I cooed out to him. "Ben, the water is warm."
I ducked my head out of the bathroom to find the man. I scanned the room.
"Ben?" I was starting to get worried. I heard the door click and he walked in. "Oh there you are. The water is ready for you Ben."
He nodded silently. He wouldn't face me.
"Y/nâ
"Please Ben just-" I sighed that was his nick name for me, "just call me y/n- please."
He was ripping my heart out and stomping on it every time he called me 'Y/n/nâ
"y/n- where's my mom? I heard her call out to me on exogol. Where. Is. She?" He begged. Distressed.
"Ben- shes- gone, one with the force. She asked me to take care of you. I held her hand-" I choked. "I uh- I have to go-"
I pushed passed him. The hurt. the pain. It was to much. I sped off to my ship. Boarding it. Slamming the door to the private quarters. SB-3 jumped off my shoulder to his work area.
He had found a droid similar to his model on a recent planet we had visited. The still room often was filled with sounds of sparks and metal clanking softly.
I kicked my boots off my feet and tore my robes off my shoulders. Pulling my comforter over my body I tried to hide from the reality of my life.
I let silent tears flow down my face. Curling the knees closer to my chest I tried to drown my breaking heart.
Be-beep-
I looked up. The other droid SB-3 had been working on slowly started to power up.
"SB! You did it!" I whispered out to him.
Soft trills and beeps bounced off the walls from the communicating droids.
I dozed off. Hurt, pain, and loss consuming me.
âââ
Knock Knock!
"Kid! Come out here please- I know you're not doin' to good- but just please come join us-" sallows muffled voice called from the other side of my door.
I sat up. My head spinning and white stars danced in my vision.
Slumping on the couch, I scan the room for Sallow.
"Ben?" I ask.
"Yes- I- I cant be without you! Please-" he begs me.
I rub my eyes.
"Let's go back to your quarters it's- quieter."
"Ok- here take my hand I don't want to lose you." Ben cooed at me.
I felt my heart flutter. Ben played with the ring on my finger.
I swam through the crowd of the celebrating resistance. Ben had laced his fingers into mine. I could feel the force oddly connecting us. Past Jedi's were murmuring incoherent words and phrases into my ears.
We slipped into the private quarters section of the inside base. Ben punched in his room pin. The door unlocked with a click.
I took a seat on the desk chair across from his bed.
Ben sat on his bed. Looking up at him, my vision cleared and, fully awake, i take in details of his appearance.
He was built like a warrior- a weapon. His tall frame was with padded with muscle. His hair was longer than I had remembered. Still it beautifully framed his face. Which had a few cuts and bruises. Though i noticed his tear stained face, rosy cheeks, and red nose.
"So how are you feeling?" I asked trying to break the silence floating around in the room.
"Better? It's different here, I guess. Loud- yet quiet?" He tried to explain his new surrounding. I chuckled lowly. "That ring- I gave it to you didn't I?"
"Yes, right before you left- you got down on one knee- and proposed your love for me." I sniffled "I've never taken it off- all these years."
Ben stood walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. I snaked my arms around his neck, holding on with the desire to never let go. Suddenly my back hit his mattress.
Confusion stormed my emotions. He left my lips. Hungrily kissing down my jaw and onto my neck. Leaving hickeys. I realized I had forgotten my robes. Leaving me in my under shirt and jeans.
"Ben?"
"Yes?"
"What- what are you doing?"
"I'm going to rekindle the love we never was lost." He said and continued down my body. Ben unbuttoned my top. "Do you want me- this?"
"Yes?" I whispered out to the air, unsure, of this fate I was approaching. I was never one to have sexual desires. I guess I had always subconsciously saved myself for Ben.
"Why so unsure princess?" He asked.
"Well- I've- I've never uh done anything like this before." I said, almost whispering. He brought it head up with surprise.
"Ever? Have you ever had sex?" He asked. I dropped my eyes, my face heating.
"No-" I mumble
"Have you ever- touched yourself?" Ben seemed surprised.
"No- no not ever- I mean- I wash-" I brought my hands over my chest. He laughed lowly.
"No I meant like pleasure?" I could hear the cocky side of him start to show.
"No-"
"Ok well- I guess I get to enjoy pleasuring you." He hesitates "do you want this?"
I felt a knot in my stomach . I was too afraid I didn't want to admit it, I did want him. I wanted this.
"I- I do- am I- are we supposed to do this?" I asked.
"Yes, I want this- you want this- the force wants this." He says coming back up to my face. I look up at him.
"Rey is in love with you- this might have have to a one-"
"No- it will never be a one time thing, this will be forever." Ben states. I felt his fingers graze the hem of my shirt. I threw my arms up allowing The shirt to be removed from my body.
Ben slipped one hand behind my back unhooking my bra. I felt the chilly air nip at my heated skin. Insecurity crept into the back of my mind causing me to fold my arms over my chest.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I've never had anyone seen me this bare." I said. He gently took my wrists and pinned them above my head. Ben kisses down my jaw leaving hickeys. As he was working down my neck. He lips hit a sensitive spot on my neck I never knew I had.
A moan slips passed my lips. A warm feeling washed over me as Ben sucked on the spot on my neck. The feeling was foreign but good. He worked down my body onto my chest. His left had gently massaged my breast.
"Shit-" I clasped my hand over my mouth not knowing where the profanity had come from.
"It's alright princess- it feels good, don't me ashamed about it."
My face heated up even warmer. He swirled his tongue around my right nipple. Pleasure exploded over my chest causing me to arch my back off his bed.
He kissed down my stomach leaving a darker trail of hickeys. Ben pulled down my pants leaving me nearly naked. My breathing quickened and my heart beat against my sternum.
"Ben, I'm scared." I whispered. Ben crawled up to my face. "I've never done this before."
"It's fine, I won't go down there if you don't want me to this time." Ben whispered.
"Ok, next time?" I said.
"Oh, for sure, and every other time after that." He whispered down my jaw. "Do you still want to?"
"Yea, I love you Ben."
"I know-" he pulled my panties down. Ben pulled his shirt over his head leaving his toned chest bare. He guided my hands on to his chest. I glided my hands over all of his muscles. His skin was soft and twitched every now and then, not used to touch.
He pulled his pants off. I started to feel wet?
"Ben,"
"Yes princess?"
"I'm wet? Down there?" I was embarrassed needless to say. I had never experienced this before.
"That's good, that means you want this." Ben said seductively.
He pulled my panties off, leaving me completely vulnerable under him. I felt an ache? Or a need, a longing. I needed him between my thighs.
Ben grinds his clothed lower half into mind. Earring a desperate whimper from me.
"Ben- Ben, I need you- please!" I moaned.
"Ok well- we might have a slight delay- um since you've never done anything like this before- I might have to prep you- are you ready?" Ben sounded flustered. I looked up at him- his face was red.
"Ok- please- I need- something-" I moaned, getting even more desperate by the second.
Ben lowered down- collecting some of arousal onto his fingers- he stilled right before my entrance.
"Tell me if it ever hurts or feels uncomfortable ok?" Ben instructed me. I nodded.
He inserted one finger- it felt weird- yet it calmed some of the aching fires. Ben added another digit, he slowly pumped. I bit my it stung. He started to scissor inside of me with his fingers- stretching me?
"Ben why do you need to do this?" I asked.
"So I don't hurt you with- with me-." Ben said. He suddenly started to rub a sensitive spot on the outside.
"Shit-" I moaned. Suddenly he stopped. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.
"Ok you should be good- plus if i go any longer-." He growled lowly.
He came back up to my face, briefly connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. Ben laced our fingers together. "Tell me to stop at any point ok?"
I nodded once again. My legs instinctively wrapped around Bens narrow waist. I could feel him at my entrance once again. I unlaced my fingers from his and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Ben slowly pushes in. He finally stilled. His hips flush against mine. I felt my eye water a bit.
"Ok- move?" I said barley above a whisper. He started a slow pace. It was a mere few seconds before my body exploded with pleasure. I felt the heat creep up through my body. It went to my fingertips. Through my veins. "Shit- Ben-"
I let go of his neck. Gripping the sheets.
He sped up just enough to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. I choked on air.
"Fuck Y/n" Ben moaned in my neck. He started on his trail of hickeys and love bites on my neck again.
There was a tightening in my stomach. I clenched around him. The feeling of having Ben inside was foreign- he was warm- but he was bringing me unbelievable pleasure that I never knew existed.
"I feel it too Y/n- let it go." Ben told me. I didn't know exactly what he was taking about. Suddenly a wave of pleasure knocked my vision into white light.
I was moaning Bens name repeatedly as waves of pleasure ran through me. Ben bucked his hips into mine chasing his white vision.
He suddenly stilled.
"Fuck y/n- shit- that was good-" he moaned. Ben left my heat and grabbed a cloth off of his bed side stand.
"Oh so you were expecting this." I laughed.
"Almost used it for something else." Ben mumbled.
"What was the 'white vision'?" I asked.
"White vision? You mean an orgasm? You don't know what an orgasm is?" Ben look up at me as he was cleaning me up.
"Well I'm sorry I chose the path of the Jedi- I was taught ancient ways."
"Sure like no-sex-no-pleasure kinda way!" He laughed.
"Sure yea! Make fun of me all you want!" I laughed, "Ben?"
"Yes?"
"Will you come cuddle with me?"
"Of course princess."
He dropped the rag on the floor, and we snuggled up together. Ben pulled his comforter up over us.
I love you Ben Solo
I love you too, never won't, now stay with me.
Of course.
3544 words
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
//Still lurking.
Some thoughts below the cut. A little melancholic. A little ranty. Many thoughts on how Viktor is perceived by the fandom at large. It got away from me.
I think Iâve mentioned it elsewhere, but I have followers here and this is also a Viktor blog... I think it would be nice if people stopped making fun of Viktorâs accent - I saw T/BSkyenâs (I think that keeps me out of the tag) shorts video on Viktor, and it was disheartening that he chose to make fun of Viktorâs accent several times throughout a one-minute video. No other character with a hammy, over-the-top accent, as far I know, receives this treatment. No one makes fun of Caitlynâs British accent in character analyses of her. No one makes fun of Fioraâs French accent in character analyses of her. (I just checked his videos on them, actually, and guess what - no mocking their accents by doing them! Although Fioraâs accent does get mentioned, at the least.)
Just... stop doing it? We know the accent is cartoonishly bad and not accurate to actual Russian accents at all. But why, specifically, are people - T/BSkyen, in this instance - compelled to make fun of Viktor by putting on an accent and saying âGet reed of all emotionsâ and âGLORIOUS EVOLUTIONâ and âBEEP BOOP ROBOT BRAINâ? (The misspelling in the first is not mine. It is in the actual subtitles for the video.)
I mean, we all know that the answer is the fact that American (and other countries, but we can focus on America for now) media spent the Cold War convincing Americans that Russians and Eastern Europeans were mindless followers of ideology and/or Crazy Insane Scientists, instead of like... people with diverse thoughts and feelings who may or may not agree with their government, but like... I have to ask the rhetorical questions here because no one else is going to apparently. Anyways itâs 2021 stop conflating people and the governments they live under, I guess.
Anyways, also very disheartening that I just checked the pinned comment on that video and he is now saying that Viktorâs endpoint is the Battlecast universe, which is not a canon fact even in current lore. Itâs an assumption. I canât even say that Full Machine Viktor is Viktorâs endpoint, because that was retconned into being a janitor skin that randomly breaks into Spanish in the skin bio for a... âjokeâ? (Because thatâs a cool thing to do. Iâd ask how that got past anyone, but thatâs a pointless question.) But Battlecast is not stated anywhere to be the end result of canonical Viktor, as far as I know. I suppose itâs not stated to not be the result, but... Like, what other character gets an AU skinline that people then say has to be their canonical endgoal when it is not said to be their canonical endgoal by any official source?
Quothe the loremaster... âThe endpoint of Viktor's quest is the Battlecast universe. In case y'all forgot. Read between the lines of his stories even a little bit before stanning him, I'm begging you.â
The entirety of the pinned comment is frustrating. It is frustrating not only because it clashes entirely with the funny comical tone of the minute-long short, which also decides to yet again conflate transhumanism with being trans (we have heard my thoughts on this before. Please stop doing this), but because it is unfortunately true in aspects about current Viktor. He is really not a good man, even though you may be able to argue that Riotâs biased narrator choices mean that a canonical version of the Viktor-Jayce fight does not exist. (Because both lores tell their sides of the story. Biasedly.) But as the story stands, his character getting filled out didnât make him more morally ambiguous than his original counterpart. The ambiguity that existed originally was due to us not knowing a lot about him and thus being able to interpret things the way we wished. (Iâm sure that there is still room for interpretation in the new lore, but it seems lesser to me. Also, his color story is framed atrociously. Itâs going for warm and fuzzy when the content of it is giving a kid drugs but this is a long enough post already...)
Riot does not know what to do with Viktor. Theyâre content to portray him as a Russian mad scientist and buffoon in LoR and in some other media, because... [gestures at the struck-out paragraph above]. But then they have his lore which... could be interesting, maybe, if it werenât convinced that the way to tell a morally grey story is to have narrators more unreliable than a pull-start lawn mower. Like, they just donât know what to do with him.
Any analysis of him needs to come with that caveat, not someone deciding that the best way to spent a minute of analysis is to make multiple jokes about Viktorâs accent being stereotypical via... feeding into it being stereotypical... and saying that transhumanism is related to trans rights in any inherent way.
Also, T/BSkyen says that Viktor only has an augmented hand and the third arm, which conveniently ignores the fact that Prototype is probably supposed to be taken as semi-canonical considering its name and the fact it was made when backstory-related skins were a more common thing. (And also because it hasnât been retconned into being a janitor.) It also conveniently ignores the fact that Viktorâs lower legs clearly donât look like armor on his model, but this is a side tangent that doesnât really matter, so...
Whatever, right? Iâve clearly put more thought into this than Leagueâs local loremaster put into that video and subsequent âno guys he really is a baddie stop stanning him and grow critical thinking skillsâ comment. Sorry if I sound jaded here or am taking this far too seriously or whatever, itâs just... man, itâs a lot. It makes trying to do my take in any public capacity feel kind of like shit, because itâs clear that the general perception of Viktor is currently 1) Haha Funny Accent Man, 2) Trans Rights!1!, and/or 3) Heâs Evil :(, and it sucks. I already am writing for a niche audience who will accept a Viktor who never went to Piltover and who exists in old Zaun. I know that thatâs niche. Iâm okay with it being niche, I think.
But it sucks to build up all this character and do all this writing and try to... I donât know, present a nuanced view of someone, and then just get another fucking joke about his accent or his design tropes or about what transhumanism is. Especially when those jokes are what people remember, right?
Sorry. This got whiny. But I think it explains why Iâve lost so much steam on writing our favorite Machine Herald, because stuff like this just keeps kind of... happening.
Thank you to the folks that send in anons about my analyses or who like my posts about my artistic endeavors or just... well, interact in general. It does mean a lot to me that you guys are invested enough to hang around and read 2k words of me doing the Pepe Silvia scene from Always Sunny as I connect dots that might not have been meant to be connected. Itâs just hard to keep doing it, sometimes, and I guess this is one of those moments.
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
I FOUND FREE TIME!! Sorry if this one is a bit rushed Jessie!!
Italics are memories
-----
The first thing a yellow side notices is that his head feels like its being split open. The second thing is that he's laying on a very soft couch. And the third? The third is that he doesn't remember anything.
He makes a slight noise of discontent before opening his eyes, only to have five people swarm him. Talking to him very fast and keep trying to touch him. He tries to curl up only to be unable to move.
One by one the colourful people back away only a dark blue person stayed by him. His lips keep moving but it all sounds like its underwater. Only to clear.
"-us, Janus! Can you hear us?"
His voice is raspy but he manages to respond, "Who's Janus?"
The people seemed to not like that answer, he didn't know why but making someone upset makes him feel like he's in danger, the indigo side didn't react that much.
"You are Janus, that is your name. Do you remember us?"
Janus shook his head.
"Well, I am Logan, Thomas's logic. The red side is Roman, one half of creativity. Green is Remus, the second half of creativity. The purple one is Virgil, he represents anxiety. And the light blue side is Patton. Thomas's morality.
Janus seemed to be taking the information in. Thinking about that one name he said... What was it? Timothy? Tobias? Travis?
"Do you remember Thomas?"
Janus had to stop and think. Thomas... Thomas was their centre. I'm one of his sides. Janus nodded
Logan handed Janus a glass of water, helping him take careful sips. The water felt like heaven, it was cool and soothing. But the heaven was gone soon enough.
"Do you remember your function?"
He squeezed his eyes shut trying to remember. "Deception?.....Or was it self preservation? I- I can't remember."
Logan had a small smile on his lips. "You are correct, your title is Deceit and your function is Self Preservation."
"Deceit... Isn't lying bad? Am I bad? Why does my head hurt?" Janus didn't notice the looks of pain on the others faces because they put those thoughts there.
Logan's smile disappeared. "No, you are not a bad side. You work for the good of Thomas. Why would you think that?"
"Because they told me so."
"Who?"
"..... I don't remember... They wore a lot of black."
"Do you mean the Dark Sides?"
A sharp gasp came from the yellow side. Blood, there is so much blood. Its my blood. Screaming. No, not screaming. Yelling. I'm running, the hallway is dark, the rug keeps triping me, my door lock is broken, I'm hiding... I can feel my breath.... The door to my room is open. Orange. I scream.
Janus is still screaming, he's trying to run but something is holding him down, he can feel someones breath. "Let me go! Please I'll do what you want!" he feels a slight sting in his arm before his eyes get blurry. The voices in the background get farther away as he feels himself involuntarily relax and fall back asleep.
Logan pulls the needle away as Roman, Remus and Virgil all let go of the sleeping side. Worry is blinding them as all of them walk into the kitchen to talk.
"The NopeRope doesn't remember anything. What do we do here?" Roman kept messing with his sash.
"His memory seems to come back with certain prompts or questions. However it seems to have a bad reaction-"
"A bad reaction? A BAD REACTION?? Logan, he was screaming for help while repeating the word no! That is more then JUST a bad reaction!!
Logan sighed, "Virgil, I know that you're worried about him but he does need to get his memory back."
"Does he?"
Everyone was now staring at Patton.
"I mean well, if he doesn't remember what the others put him through and what we put him through maybe he would be happier? He just looks to peaceful while he's asleep that I've never seen him have before."
"He will most likely remember anyway when he sees the scars, we can not hide this from him forever."
The kitchen was now an awkward silence. Until Remus broke it.
"How long till he wakes up, nerd?"
"Should be around 3 hou-"
"He'll be awake in five"
"What? Why five?"
"He's smaller then normal, plus he's not a full grown side yet, so-"
"What?" Patton didin't seem happy knowing that info.
Remus shugged, "he popped up in the gray when Thomas was ten, followed virgil around like a lost puppy next to a railroad. He just grew fangs a few months ago! I don't think they have venom though, bit of a shame. Everything is better with venom.-"
"Remus, getting off track here. Janus is the youngest?"
Remus nodded enthusiastically. "Yep" poping the P, "he was a cute little baby snake! Loved strawberries! The other three didn't like him very much though."
Patton was pressing his palms to his eye sockets. "they burned, beat and tried to kill a child?"
Remus nodded and looked to the ground.
The sides split up to go a few things before Janus woke up again.
When Janus opened his eyes all he could smell was strawberries. A song played in the background. He felt stronger and managed to sit up. He looked on the TV to see a frog singing the loveliest lies of them all.
"Vee! Vee!" Boucing up and down. "Can we watch Over The Garden Wall?" Virgil looked over at the shorter side. "You just watched it yesterday, short stack" even though the yellow side was 15 he still bounced and gave Virgil the puppy dog eyes. Virgil sighed, "Fine. Bring up the episode." trying and failing to sound annoyed. The smaller side smiled even wider.
"Vee?" Janus mumbled under his breathe the name. The side in the memory looked similar to...What was his name? VIRGIL! That was it! Was Vee Virgil? The snake zoned out in his thoughts and the song from the frog. Only to be brought out of it when a light blue side stood in front if him.
"Patton? That was your name right?"
"Yep! You got it in one mr scales!" Patton seemed nice, wait. Scales?
Get out of here you slimy boi! reptilian rapscallion! Snake! Evil! Villian! You are no good for Thomas! Just leave! Leave! LEAVE! LEAVE!
Janus lifted his hand and touched the left side of his face. Smooth scales greeted his hand and old burnt skin next to his eye. Tears started to leak for a reason he couldn't pin point. Continuously touching the scales, stoking over the sharp bottom of scales. Sooner then he thought someone was sitting next to him.
Patton sat next to him and was counting numbers.
1 2 3 4. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
Janus didn't know what the numbers where but he followed along anyway.
Soon he could smell the strawberries again. He likes strawberries right? Janus thinks he likes strawberries. When he looks up, Patton gives him a hug. Wincing when his arms touch something on his back.
More and more time passes. With each memory things get clearer. Janus still doesn't know why he can't remember anything. Until another memory happens.
"WILL YOU PLEASE JUST SHUT UP?" " No! Roman I want to apologize! I'm sorry I compared you to your brother! I'm sorry I manipulated you at the courtroom! I'm sorry I sent Remus to deal with my problems! You don't have to forgive me but ay least listen to me!" Roman growls "FUCK OFF!!" And suddenly, he is back at the dark household.
He needs to get out before the others find him. Who knows what they would do to h- "Ohhh Deceit! So lovely for you to stop by~" Too late.
He runs to his room, tripping on the carpet. The lock is broken. He hides in the closet. Wrath finds him. He's dragged to the dark side commons and chained to a wall for days to become the personal punching bad. Apathy set him on fire, Wrath beat him up and Depression.... Depression did something to his head. He was thrown into the gray after depression had his fun. Then he blacked out
Janus doesn't want to leave his room. He's being punished for wanting to apologize. That seems like bullshit to him.
Weeks pass. People keep knocking on his door, they say that they're worried. What a bunch of liars.
After a month, the sides make Thomas take them inside if the bedroom. After a bit of convincing, Janus tells them everything.
And much to his surprise. They are livid.
------
Beep boop. Thingy done! I hope this thing made sense! Brain is broken atm. This one was inspired by Once Upon a December from Anastasia.
This turned out a lot more fluffy then I originally thought.... Hope ya like it! I need to go write a poem now â€đâ€
protcetive sides alert! yeah! may i say that this is some quality content? im running out of things to say wihout repeating myself but they are all just so amazing and normaly leave me with energy to write stuff. (sorry im responding to these now, i was asleep when i got them last night and consumed by school fr the past few hours...)
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
Quarantine fun times and tickles; Joe Mazzello x reader
*Authorâs note*
As many of us in the BoRhap fandom know from Joeâs recent video, I couldnât help but make a fanfic inspired from that video that just makes me smile from ear to ear. In light of these dark times, esp. when states or countries are officially going on FULL lockdown isolation. But I hope in light of the events going on in the world, this fic gives you guys some fluffy feels. Just side note I DO NOT OWN any of the shows mentioned here, they belong to their owners and stations.
Taglist:
@psychosupernaturalâ
@plethora-of-thingsâ
@waddles03â
@queendeakyyâ
@geek-and-proudâ
@simonedkâ
@kairosfreddieâ
@soy-gueyâ
@ixchel-9275â
@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdanielsâ
__________________________________________________________
With this whole Corona quarantine putting everyone in isolation, I was thankful that my boyfriend of over 3 years Joe Mazzello was home again. Â He was doing some film with my favorite childhood actress Ashley Tisdale (of course he wouldnât tell me the name of the project, just something having to do with ducks and them up in a farm). Â But now the project has been put on hold and now Joe and I were stuck at home just doing whatever.
I was currently sitting down in the living room watching the Ridiculousness weekend marathon that MTV is doing every weekend in order to keep everyone inside. Â The show was one of my guilty pleasures cause itâs the only show on MTV I watch. Â
Yeah they do some of the gross stuff like puking or farts, but they also do some really funny, epic or cute videos (and those are what I love).
I just saw a video of a man trying to leap up on a trashcan and he managed to successfully jump up on top of it and not fall through. Â But when his friend tried to do the same trick, his feet went right through the lid and he as well as the trashcan fell over and he slammed his back right on the concrete.
âOhh! Ow! He is not Elf material.â
âToo much weight.â Both Steelo and Channel said and I nodded in agreement. Â
âDefinitely too much weight. That guy was definitely not Elf material. Too much force on his knees when he did the jump.â It was then I heard the muffled shouts of my boyfriend coming up from our room. Â âOh dear, heâs at it again.â
I forced myself off the couch and walked up the stairs and as I got closer to the bedroom, I heard Joeâs voice proclaimed.
âCANâT TELL THE DIFFERENCE CAN YAH?! Iâll just wear this to auditions. Perfect. THANKS FOR NOTHING!!!â I opened the door and I said.
âHave you finally cracked under the pressure of quarantine again Joey?â
âBaby no Iâm making a Youtube video for my channel.â He answered.
âOh shit Iâm sorry.â
âHey no swearing missy! This is a family show! Folks Iâd like to introduce you to someone you know, my lovely lady (y/n). Yeah everybody thereâs my gorgeous girl right there.â He turned his camera right at me and I shyly ducked my face into my hands and gave the camera a wave.
âPlease tell me you arenât live streaming right now.â
âNah Iâm just gonna upload it later on.â He set the camera back down and I sat down on the bed and said.
âWhatâs got you to upset this time? I could hear you screaming from downstairs.â
âNot intentionally mad. Justâtell me and be honest. Do I really look like this stuffed animal broccoli thing?â he held up the bigger sized stuffed broccoli with the smiley face. âCause a fan said this reminds them of me in Bohemian Rhapsody. And I thought the whole purpose of being a stan was to be nice to them. This qualifies as unattractive.â
He held it up to his face so that I could see if there was a resemblance between the two. Â I put on my thinking face and stroked my imaginary beard before I deducted.
âWowâŠ..theyâre right I can hardly tell the difference.â
âR-Really? You too? My god youâsee even my own girlfriend turned against me! THANK YOU!!â he cried out. Â I shook my head at my silly man before he deeply exhaled and said. âYou know what, you deserve a broccoli punch.â
âOh no!â
âOh yeah.â He said with a quick nod and had an evil look on his face.
âJoe I love you but I swear to god if you do this there will be no more texting Ben in the group chats for a month.â
âI normally would act all dramatic and plead and beg for you not to do that. But I feel too betrayed to succumb to that.â He grabbed the bigger sized broccoli and I quickly raced out of the room.
But Joe quickly intercepted me and threw me over his shoulder. Â I shrieked and repeatedly punched his back.
âJoseph Francis Mazzello III you put me down this minute! Put me down or you will suffer the consequences!â he flipped me over onto the bed and got on top of me. Â He grabbed both my wrists and held them up over my head before changing his grip from both hands to just one holding my wrists together.
Then with no warning or even a chance to have me take back my statement, Joe went ahead and gave me one of his infamous âbroccoli punchesâ.
âJoe! JOE WAHAHAHAHIHEHEHT! NOOO!!!â
âNope you must suffer a broccoli punch. Each accounting for your age.â
âWHAT!? YOUâLL DO THIS ALL DAY THEN!!! YOU COUNT SLOW!!!â
âOh-ho another insult? Well then Iâd say we double them then.â
âNOOOOO!! OKAY! OKAY! OKAY IâM SORRY! UNCLE! UNCLE!â He stopped and his face hovered over mine.
âYou gonna surrender?â
âYes.â
âAnd you take back what you said about me looking like that gross vegetable?â
âCan I just say one thing?â
âIf itâs negative, youâre gonna get raspberries on your tummy for five straight minutes. No stopping.â I cupped his face and said.
âThe only thing thatâs similar between you guys, besides the top head of it when you had the floofy wig, is that both of you have this wide, dazzling, adorable smile.â He looked down at me with an unreadable expression.
But then a split second later, he leaned down and captured my lips with his. Â I stroked his scruffy cheek and kissed him back with a little more passion. Â I softly moaned as I moved my hand through his messy auburn hair. Â His kisses then moved up and down the right side of my neck, getting around my sweet spot (cause Iâm more sensitive on the right side of my neck than my left. And Joe LOVES to exploit that).
I felt his hand go under my shirt slowly sliding up as he continued to kiss up and down my neck. Â I exhaled a moan and thatâs when my attention was sent right to the camera that was still recording.
âWait. Wait Joe, Joey, Joey!â I said snapping out of it trying to get him off of me.
âWhat?â he groaned impatiently.
âThe cameraâs still recording.â I said to him. He turned towards it and made one of those goofy surprise noises he sometimes makes as he quickly raced over towards it and shut it off. Â I giggled in embarrassment. âOh thank god you were not live streaming.â
âYeah. But on one hand we could relive that moment forever and ever.â
âAnd on another note, you and I would be jobless.â I sassed him back.
âGood point. Plus I donât want any perverts looking at your body. The only one allowed to do that is me.â I chuckled and rolled my eyes as him as I threw the smaller broccoli stuffy at him. âRude much babe!â
âThen stop saying silly stuff!â I said. Â âOther than that, let me see what else the fans have given you.â
âOh well I know how much you like Russian nesting dolls, so I got this custom made Bohemian Rhapsody nesting doll.â He then showed me what a fan had made him.
âOh my god.â We sat there on the bed and I held it in my hands. âOf course Rami being the main display, letâs see whose next.â I opened it up and there was Gwilym in his Oscarâs suit.
âYou got your Gwilym, my buddy.â
âYep one of your lovers.â I teased.
âHey, you know youâre my number 1.â
âReally? I thought that was Ben Cardy.â
âWellââ I shoved his shoulder. âIâm kidding! Itâs you. Itâs always been you, itâs always gonna be you.â I smiled at him before turning back to the nesting doll.  Next was Ben in his Oscar white suit, wearing his shades and his lips pursed in that âOooâ fashion.  âAnd finally you haveâŠ..â I opened it up and the smallest doll was my baby Joey.
âYou. The heart and soul of the movie.â
âYep. Me. Insideâof Ben.â
âUgh gross Joe!â I groaned out.
âPervert. Youâre just as bad as them!â he gestured to the camera.
âYou seriously need to think before you speak Joey. Cause I swearâŠ..GAHHH NO NOT AGAIN!!!â he tackled me to the bed and proceeded to tickle my stomach once again.  He even gave the right side of my neck raspberries and ticklish nips.
âTake it back. Take it back.â He ordered me.
âI TAKE IT BACK!! I TAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!!â I proclaimed which made him stop and look down at me. âWhy do you always have to tickle me in order to get me to agree with you?â
âCause itâs fun.â He shrugged nonchalantly. Â âAnd it makes your cuteness factor go way up.â He said as he rose his arm up over his head to show me just how much my cuteness factor is.
âYouâre a dork.â
âBut Iâm your dork. Whom you love and treasure and will never upset because he knows your weakness.â He said as he nuzzled his nose into my neck and squeezed my sides which made me shriek and him chuckle evilly.
ïżœïżœïżœPlease Joey no more tickling.â I whined as I pouted up at him.
âOkay no more for today.â He pecked my lips before playfully booped my nose. Â We smiled at each other as his nose would gently brush up against mine. âSo what shall we do today?â
âYou not gonna finish your video for your fan gifts?â
âIâll finish it later. Besides Iâll need to cut out that brief PG-13 make out session.â
âYes please do.â
âSo since I heard you laughing and groaning downstairs that could only mean you were watching the Ridiculousness marathon. May I join you?â
âYou may good sir. Then afterwards we can catch you up on the Marvel movies.â
âDo I have to?â
âYes. I gotta get you on Team Cap before you watch Civil War.â
âSorry babe, Iâm Team Ironman all the way. And I havenât even watched all of them or in order.â
âTraitor why though!?â I whined.
âCanât go wrong with RDJ, heâs a legend. How can you turn your back on him? Rami did a freakin movie with him just this year!â
âYeah but Steve made some good points in the film that youâll understand. I will convert you to Team Cap by the end.â
âYeah right.â We got up from the bed as the two of us continued to bicker about who was better Cap or Ironman as we went downstairs and a new episode of Ridiculousness was starting up.
#bohemian rhapsody#bohemian rhapsody movie#bohemian rhapsody imagines#bohemian rhapsody imagine#bohemian rhapsody x reader#joe mazzello#joe mazzello imagine#joe mazzello imagines#joe mazzello x reader#bohemian rhapsody cast#joe mazzello fanfic#bohemian rhapsody fanfiction#queen#joe mazzello fluff
137 notes
·
View notes