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By the Belt (2 of 4)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: established relationship, undressing, talking through it, praise, vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie, cowgirl position

Word Count: 1.5k

Gaz tells you to take what you want.

Imagines & What If Series

ao3 // main masterlist // by the belt masterlist

The light on the bedside table is on. Its warm glow rolls out across the bedroom, illuminating the room enough to cast long shadows against the wall.

Kyle stands just shy of the end of the bed, his black suit jacket tossed onto the sheets. Tugging on the tie at his neck, Kyle’s gaze is focused on the phone in his hand. He’s tapping away, his cheeks slightly flushed with a rosy hue from the amount of alcohol the two of you have consumed this evening.

The top two buttons of his white dress shirt are open, revealing skin and the faintest fluff of chest hair. He sighs, tapping again, sending something out before opening up another message. It’s likely all work related, an aspect of him that never seems to shut off.

Slowly, you stalk from the bathroom doorway to Kyle in nothing but your lingerie. You’re already out of your dress and heels, only wanting for him to put his phone aside and relax. The moment you walk up to him, Kyle reaches out almost on instinct, his gaze still on his phone but his hand seeking you.

His palm makes contact with your bare skin, and you slide your fingers into the belt loops of his perfectly tailored dress pants. Pulling taut, you draw Kyle against you, bodies pressed close together.

Kyle’s gaze immediately shifts to you, the concern in the middle of his brow softening to affection. His mouth stretches into a smile that he only ever gives you.

“Baby girl,” he croons, the backs of his fingers tenderly skimming along the edge of your jaw. “You can have whatever you want.”

The two of you stand in the middle of the bedroom, pressed close, your hands between your bodies. It’s late, and the flow of traffic is almost non-existent. It’s unusually quiet, just your breath and his.

Kyle is the handsy one. He loves touching you, reaching for you at every possible moment. Sometimes it’s blatant, squeezing thigh and hip, while other times he is subtle with just passing touches.

“I want you,” you murmur, because it’s the truth, and you also want Kyle to relax, to be present in this moment. The entire evening has been a whirlwind.

Sometimes Kyle reaches for you and almost isn’t aware that he’s doing it. You are not nearly as generous or bold with your touches as he is, so sliding your fingers into the belt loops of his pants to pull him closer might come across as forward.

But Kyle doesn’t seem all that surprised. The sultry smile on his face is enough to send heat racing to the space between your legs.

“You want me,” he repeats back. Kyle doesn’t need to question your motives. His is aware of just how much you love him; of how much you like to just linger in his presence.

“I’ll always want you,” you murmur, tipping your head back as a silent invitation.

Kyle locks his phone and tosses it onto his suit jacket. “But how do you want me, love? Be specific. You can take what you want, but you need to tell me.” The fingers brushing at your jaw rotate, tracing the curve of your bottom lip. “Direct me,” he murmurs. How do you want it?”

The way he’s speaking to you doesn’t make the dominance in you flare. If anything, it drives you toward submission, to lay on your back and welcome him in until you feel him for the next few days.

Slowly, your fingers slide out of the loops, travel upward to undo the buttons on his shirt one at a time, revealing chiseled chest. Kyle does not move. He waits for you to help him out of it, to toss it onto the bed before transitioning to the front of his pants, undoing buckle, removing his belt, opening the front only to push it down his legs and hips. You stay down there, unlacing his dress shoes and rolling off his socks. They’re kicked off. Tosses to the side. Entirely forgotten as you return to standing.

The moment you’re staring into his face again, Kyle moves, sliding his arm around your waist, head dipping like he’s about to kiss you but pauses at the last second.

“Where do you want me?” he asks softly.

“On the bed.”

Kyle shakes his head. “Be specific.”

“Reclining,” you answer.

“That’s it, love.”

Kyle teasingly clips the underside of your chin before he picks up his phone and suit jacket, bringing them to the dresser and returning to the bed. He slides into the middle, leans back against the array of plush pillows, spreading his arms wide.

He is entirely naked. Completely bare. And Kyle hides nothing from your gaze. He is displaying himself, knowing that you’re absorbing it all, taking notice of the hardening length of him.

You crawl up the bed to straddle his lap. Kyle keeps his arms outstretched, not touching until you give him the next instruction. Your hands rest on his chest, pressing into him, lips coming together in a slow kiss.

“Touch me,” you murmur against his lips.

“How?”

You reach out and guide one of his hands between your legs. “Touch me here.”

Kyle lightly rubs his palm over your pussy through the fabric of your delicate lace underwear. He sighs deeply, one finger sliding underneath and then another before pushing it to the side.

He plays with you at first, exploring like he’s just now learning your body. Then, he isn’t. Then he is circling your clit in little swirls that draw up the gentle roar that sits low in your belly. Already, you need him, and Kyle knows this.

He moves away, testing to see how wet you are. Kyle moans softly when he finds your excitement dripping onto the tips of his fingers. One finger easily slides inside, and Kyle begins to pump casually, simulating sex, lightly curling the very tip to draw against that perfect spot inside you. His thumb takes up residence against your clit, moving in time with his pumping finger.

Your eyelids flutter, then shut as your back arches, moaning loudly.

“Is that what you want, love?” he murmurs, coaxing an answer from you with a perfectly placed stimulation of your clit.

“Yes,” you manage to breathe, the word stuttering out.

The orgasm is sharp and quick, giving you the release you need and yet driving your desire even higher.

Kyle slowly continues to pump his finger. “More?”

You shake your head. “I want something else.”

“What?” he asks, automatically.

Leaning back a bit, you reach behind you to grasp his cock, stroking him gently. Kyle groans, his hand not occupied between your legs reaching out to grasp your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh.

“You know what to do,” he says through gritted teeth.

With one hand around his cock to guide, you flex your hips up, slowly sinking down on him. You roll up, and then back down, hands returning to Kyle’s chest as you seat yourself entirely on him. The head of his cock sits deep, and your fingers dig into his chiseled pectorals.

Kyle’s eyelids and brow are soft as they gaze on you. Whimpering, you come up and go right back down, the angle hitting that sweet spot.

“Good,” he breathes. “Doing so well, love. Just like that.” You repeat the movement and Kyle fails to stifle a groan. “Fuck—oh, fuck. That’s right, sweetheart.”

His praise warms your skin and blood. Sliding your hands upward, you hold onto his shoulders, using them as leverage to rock and bounce back on him. Kyle’s breathing lengthens, nostrils flaring as he tries to retain control of himself. Kyle’s grip on your thigh changes. Moving closer toward your pelvis, Kyle finds your clit with his thumb, stroking it in just the way you need to, causing the muscles in your legs to quiver.

He sends you over the edge in moments.

“Kyle,” you groan, his name dripping from your lips to stain the air.

“Fucking hell, love,” he moans, his other hand sliding up to grab the back of your neck, keeping you anchored against him.

“Fuck me, Kyle. Please. Please.” You need to feel him everywhere, to remember the stretch of him inside you for days after.

Kyle answers by meeting each roll of your hips with an upward thrust. The two of you come together repeatedly until his own thighs tense beneath.

“Inside me. Please, Kyle. Please. Please.”

You’re begging at this point, the words falling into bursts of air that Kyle pulls from your body with each thrust of his hips.

He holds you flush against him as his release hits him. No words are spoken, just sounds that speak to pure contentment and bliss. Collapsing against him, Kyle wraps his arms around your back, holding you close, sinking further into the pillows and bedding, your bodies sticky and sweaty.

[rooksamoris]

💞 — this is a fic for @reinbouxsworld featuring their oc, yuno yamine, in her demon slayer au. ultimately, thinking of yuno's dynamic with leona inspired me a lot and i really wanted to write something!! i did my best to characterize yuno around the comics and things that june provided of their wonderful oc. hope you enjoy <33

💞 — featuring!! vil as tamayo, rook as yushiro, yuno and leona as our protagonists, and finally, yunus and yusairah as demon slayers.

💞 — it's a little over 760 words. my yuus <33 yunus and yusairah make an appearance towards the end. i ended up drawing them for this au and leaving some fun facts at the bottom of the fic.

Her pale hand dipped into the pocket of her uniform for the little parcel Vil had given her. “Collect me the blood of the demons closest to Crowley, and perhaps I can make your husband a cure,” he had requested. Of course, he had his own motives, but ultimately Yuno could not get much out of him. Just a sense of the looming phantom called abhorrence. 

And, any time she asked something which could have given her some more knowledge, Rook was quick to intervene. 

Not to mention, those demons had surprised them with an attack. She could feel a headache coming on just thinking about all the chaos that had transpired over the last few days. Her body was exhausted and in desperate need of a good long rest. 

Leona noticed this and his brows knitted softly before he gently reached out and placed his hand over her head, letting it slide down the back of her now shortened hair and to her neck. Despite how his features had become more demonic, his emerald gaze sharpened with a slit pupil, his nails long and pointed to cut through the thickest materials, he never did stop being her husband.

Yuno smiled, leaning into the touch a bit, “I’m fine, Leona,” she said, reaching out to bring his hand to her cheek and kiss the inside of his palm.

The way his pupils dilated was indication that he was pleased with her affection and he shut his eyes for a moment, letting his shoulders drop a bit before he moved his hand back to his side. The long sleeves of haori hid his obviously inhuman hands. He thought back to Yuno’s words to Vil regarding finding him a cure, “This could help many innocent demons, not just Leona.” She had this selflessness about her which made her so fascinating.

Admittedly, Yuno had been a bit put off by Vil’s short answers and the very clear scent of hatred which radiated off of the demon. His eyes seemed to remain completely passive, but boiling beneath the surface was the river of pure lava that made the hottest places of hell appear more like a tundra. And then there was Rook as well, his eyes were extremely observant. Leona had been extra irritated by his presence, his little smile as he pried into matters which seemed to not concern him, though all he gave were some grumbles as he loomed at Yuno's side. It was not like any words could get passed that bamboo muzzle.

As if sensing his thoughts, Yuno gently touched his arm as they left the hideout back into the streets of Asakusa. It was so late and yet the streets were still bustling. There were some British and other foreign diplomats drunk and about, there were families returning to their residences, and finally there were demon slayers hidden among the crowd. 

Yuno figured that with all the hustle and bustle, Leona would not seem so out of place. He could only be out during the night, so she felt it was only fair that he joined her in walking under the light of the moon and gas lamps. Her dark eyes were taking in the sights when she caught the look of a thin, tall, dark-skinned man, clearly in Demon Slayer Corps uniform. At his side was a young woman, dressed similarly. She seemed much more approachable, round faced and plump. 

His brown eyes narrowed a bit as he saw a demon at her side, but he made no move to attack, as if he could just see right through Yuno. They were no threat for now, but there was a sort of warning there. 

“Mm… are you going to finish that, Yunus?” came the voice of the soft looking woman standing beside him. She had in her hands some empty parchment where a piece of taiyaki had sat, “Yumkin an tudili sinah? (Could you give me a piece? in Arabic).”

He looked down at his friend and shook his head, finally allowing Yuno a breath of relief, “Hmm? No, qaado (take it in Somali),” he said. There was a pause and then a sigh, “And you need to find a better way to hide your weapon. We bring enough attention to ourselves without your seven foot spear pointing out your back.”

Yuno turned her attention back to Leona and her gaze ultimately softened. Gently, she took his wrist and tugged him onward. They had spent enough time in Asakusa and now they had to fulfill Vil’s request if she had any chance of returning her husband to his human state.

[sitkowski]

and i was making you a wish in every skyline ( jolly karlsson x noah sebastian )

pairing: jolly karlsson x noah sebastian cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ dom/sub undertones, a blip of angst, subby noah who’s a little bit of a brat, hair tie as a cock ring (don't try this at home kids), spitting, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, blowjobs, masturbation, praise kink. word count: 1.7k author's note: happy sunday, i'm still not over the new content so have some jolly and noah smut. deeply inspired by @ladyveronikawrites giving me the idea of a use for "the boyfriend's hair tie". title comes from "how big, how blue, how beautiful" by florence and the machine. divider by @cyberangel-graphics.

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Jolly has ulterior motives when he tells Noah there’s something wrong with the song and he wants him to stay behind to listen to it. He feels a little bad when he sees the immediate anxiety spread across Noah’s face as everyone is leaving. He isn’t trying to stress him out, he’s trying to get Noah alone. As soon as everyone’s gone, Noah makes a beeline for the computer, shoulders tense. Before he can touch the keyboard, Jolly’s grabbing one of his wrists, twisting it behind his back effectively enough to draw a surprised whine out of Noah’s throat.

“The song is perfect, I lied,” Jolly whispers in his ear, pressing a soft kiss to the skin just beneath it. “But you’re still not done here tonight.”

He feels Noah slowly relax into him and he uses his hold on Noah’s wrist to pull him away from the desk until he’s got him in the middle of the recording room. The led lights cast him in the soft, purple glow and Jolly’s never seen anything more beautiful. He walks a circle around him and he doesn’t even need to say anything, Noah just keeps both of his arms behind his back, one wrist clasping the other as he squares his shoulders.

“You’re amazing, you know?” Jolly stops in front of him so he can see his reaction, the way he inhales sharply before a bashful smile spreads across his face. He tries to duck his head, but Jolly tucks a hand beneath his chin. “Ah no. Eyes on me, baby. You know the rules.”

Nodding, Noah meets his gaze head on. “Do I have to repeat it?”

“You do.”

There was a time when he wouldn’t have, when Jolly had to wring the words out of him and even then it had been a struggle because Noah didn’t believe it. He worked hard to get him to understand he deserved every bit of praise anyone gave him. Noah would see it as ego, but Jolly had explained it to him that it was more that Noah should be able to show himself that he deserved the praise.

“I’m amazing.” he says it confidently, still blushing. “What do I get for saying it?”

Jolly likes when he gets sassy with him, when he makes it fun. He likes to let him set the tone of how this is going to go. He walks around him again, fingers tiptoeing along Noah’s shoulders until he laughs and lets out some of the tension there that he’s still holding. He only lets go of his wrist when Jolly starts to pull the hair tie free from it. Noah doesn’t have to be told to resume his previous position, he just does it.

“You look good like this,” Jolly says, stepping close enough that his chest presses into Noah’s, and his hands slide over his hips, curling around them and tugging Noah even closer. He moans and does his best to stay still, until Jolly reaches between them to palm his cock. His fingers close around him, stroking him over his pants. Noah doesn’t look away from him, but Jolly can see it in his eyes that he’s going to move, seconds before he does it.

Noah’s mouth collides with Jolly’s desperately, and he lets him. He kisses him back for a few minutes before he puts his hand around Noah’s jaw and pushes his head back. Noah whines again but Jolly only shakes his head. He leans in long enough to brush his nose against his.

“Take off your clothes for me.”

Noah takes off his hat and tosses it aside, before reaching back to pull his shirt up and off. Jolly watches him greedily as he leaves everything on the floor. His eyes track over tattoos that he’s memorized with his hands and his mouth, down to his cock which he’s become just as acquainted with. Noah stays still under his appraisal, waiting.

“You know what I’m going to do with this, right?” Jolly asks as he twirls the hair tie around on his finger. Noah nods. “You can say no, but I’d like you to try it for me.”

“Okay. You can put it on me.”

It’s a little unconventional, but it gets the job done. Noah whimpers as Jolly fits it around the base of his cock, and he has to check that it’s not going to hurt him while also making sure that there’s something to remove it should he need to be nearby.

“The minute this starts to feel more than just uncomfortable, take it off for yourself, okay? Don’t wait to tell me.”

“Yes,” Noah breathes out. 

Jolly sets an alarm on his phone for thirty minutes. That’s all he’ll risk him wearing the hair tie for. As it is, Noah’s grown more flush, and he’s getting twitchy. Jolly ghosts his fingers along his length, fascinated with the way it jumps beneath his touch.

“Perfect,” Jolly murmurs, giving Noah a chaste kiss. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me, baby? If you can make me come before the alarm goes off, you’ll get to come before we leave.”

Noah’s eyes gleam at the challenge. Jolly thinks that he’s just going to get on his knees right there but he doesn’t, not at first. Putting his hands on Jolly’s hips, he backs him up until he sits down on the sofa, and then he sinks down to kneel between his spread legs. Jolly puts his phone on the cushion beside him and reaches down to shove his sweatpants down his thighs. Noah immediately reaches up to grab onto his cock. He gives it a light squeeze and works his hand up and down a few times, rising up further on his knees.

“Wait,” Jolly curls a hand around the edge of Noah’s jaw, sitting up a little. Noah seems to know what he’s going to do without him having to say and he opens his mouth. The noise that he makes when Jolly spits on his tongue makes his cock twitch, and he presses his fingers beneath Noah’s chin to close his mouth for him. “Okay, go ahead.”

He watches as Noah gathers his own saliva in his mouth to mix with Jolly’s and spits it onto the head of Jolly’s cock. Never looking away from him, Noah drags his tongue down to the base and back up, spreading the spit around as he licks over the head slowly. Despite the current time limit he's been giving, he's taking his sweet time. He teases at the underside of Jolly's cock with his tongue and then takes him in slowly.

He settles in a steady rhythm, and if Jolly didn't know any better he'd think he's going to miss the alarm on purpose. He digs his fingers into the cushion beside him, eyes flicking from Noah's face to his phone before meeting Noah's eyes again.

"Hands behind your back again," he groans out.

Noah whines around his cock, doing what he was told. and Jolly immediately threads his hands into Noah's hair to try to guide him faster. He can hear him breathing raggedly through his nose, tears streaming down his face. He’s trying to be careful in how far he’s pushing him, but Noah presses his head back against Jolly’s hands until he’s able to pull off enough to suck in a breath. He’s crying now, which is something he does and something Jolly’s always been into.

“You can make me take it, Jolls,” his voice is absolutely wrecked and if they’re recording tomorrow then Jolly is going to be in big trouble. “It’s okay.”

Growling out a curse, Jolly takes him at his word. His fingers tighten in Noah’s hair and he shoves his head back down, until Noah gags around him. Jolly can hear the little sounds he's making in his throat, whining groans that push him closer to the edge, and Noah works to take him further into his throat. He's so proud of him and he thumbs the tears from Noah's cheek and licks them off his fingers.

“My beautiful boy,” Jolly whispers and he can see the pride in his eyes as he bobs his head. “Are you still okay down there?”

He nods as best he can, and Jolly looks towards his phone. Noah’s only got a few minutes left to go, and Jolly’s aware of his hand coming from behind his back to fumble to get the hair tie off. He immediately gets back in his previous position, humming around Jolly’s cock and moving his head faster. Jolly doesn’t even get a chance to warn him when he comes, but Noah doesn’t even blink, he just swallows it all and keeps sucking until Jolly has to give his hair a none too gentle tug.

The alarm sounds through the room loudly.

Noah pulls off, laughing breathlessly as he presses his face against Jolly’s knee. His face is a mess of spit, tears and come, and Jolly pets his fingers through his hair until he finally looks up at him.

“Looks like I won,” Noah murmurs. “Do I get to come?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Narrowing his eyes at Jolly’s nonchalance while he pulls up his sweatpants, Noah runs his hands through the mess on his face before reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his cock. Jolly pulls him up so he's back on his knees and so he'll be able to watch. Noah strokes himself hard and fast, his gasps and pants echoing between them. Jolly wants to tease him about being nicer to himself, but he's too distracted by how good he looks. He cups Noah’s face in his hand, looking down between them and watching the blur of Noah’s fist.

"You're incredible, you're so fucking incredible. Are you gonna come for me, baby?"

Noah lets out a noise, high pitched and desperate and comes all over his fist practically on command. He'd never done that before and Jolly watches on in awe as he slumps forward half in Jolly's lap. He tips Noah’s head back so he can kiss him, soft and slow until they need to pull away to catch their breath.

“C’mon, let’s get dressed and go home,” Jolly says, grabbing some tissues and passing them off to Noah.

He helps him back into his clothes and they lock up for the night. By the time they get home and get into a shower, Noah’s tired and boneless and Jolly makes sure he eats something for a later dinner before he bundles him in comfy clothes and into their bed. Noah’s unresistant as Jolly wraps himself around him and pulls the blankets up over them.

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[genericpuff]

Scamlords is at it again.

A few nights ago, there was a sudden blow-up in the /r/webtoons server showing a new announcement from Snailords -

For anyone unaware, Death : Rescheduled has been on mid-season hiatus since October. And it's now, and only now, that Snailords has suddenly decided the comic is ending after it returns, but readers can get an extra 20 episodes... if they fork over $1k in merch sales.

Now, this could be a lot worse. They could be threatening not to return to the series at all unless their readers hand over money. But considering it's practically just one degree away from that, it's still pretty nasty. Not to mention, the further they divulged in their reasoning around this "idea", the more confusing it got.

They also even revived their @snailordsrant account on IG which, for those of you who were there and can recall, was the same account they used to put one of their own fans on blast over some very mild criticism.

None of this makes any actual sense, for several reasons:

1.) I literally fail to see how getting $1k in less than 24 hours is worth shoving in an extra mini arc of 10 episodes if you don't even have it planned out. Why do that to your audience or to yourself? Why drag things out just to scrounge up an emergency $1k? Why not just be honest with your audience and run a GoFundMe or just say , "Hey everyone, I've run into some financial troubles, I would really appreciate it if you could FastPass my newest episodes or donate to my Patreon or buy some merch so I can cover the costs". It's really telling that this shithead doesn't have enough confidence in themselves or their audience that practically worships them that they have to resort to this kind of underhanded shit to get the money they need. I wanna make it clear that this is NOT like a Kickstarter stretch goal or anything that incentivizes readers to support their work, they're instead holding the length and future of their series over their audiences' head (which they've done before) for money. That's not an incentive, it's an ultimatum.

2.) Maybe I'm misreading / being stupid (someone pls explain if I'm missing something here) but I literally don't see how their comment about working 50 hours a week explains why they're suddenly getting their fans to pay out $1k worth of merch in less than 24 hours. For anyone who doesn't know, $1k per episode is an example Webtoons uses in its post discussing how they pay out creators (this came after the platform got called out 2 years ago for paying creators too little, there are undoubtedly creators getting paid less). And yet for some reason $1k is apparently the difference between 10 episodes and 20? How does that add up? And is the bit about them wanting to buy boba supposed to be a joke? Where's the punchline here?

3.) They say they have writer's block and they want to use the money to "motivate them", but then just a few slides later they say 10-15 episodes is what would make them the "happiest" so which is it? Do they want to write 10 episodes or do they want people to pay them to write 20 episodes so they can draw the fluff scenes that they apparently want to draw? If you have an ending planned out, why rush it or drag it out depending on how this "fundraiser" goes? Why not just write the ending you want to write that will serve your story best? Why shove in an extra mini arc that you don't even have full confidence in writing and then try to compare it to a "super expensive cake"? What are you doing? Speaking as someone who's had trouble getting motivated in the past, suddenly getting a month's rent worth of money to do it doesn't necessarily solve that, it just turns up the pressure, and if you're not someone who deals with pressure well, then you're more likely to wind up just burning out entirely rather than fulfilling that goal.

4.) The fact that they did, in fact, hit their goal just makes it all the shittier to think about because their audience is mostly made up of teenagers who worship the ground that they walk on. It's horrifying that they keep pulling these stunts with their audience, and getting away with it to boot - and Webtoons, as a company, keeps enabling it by allowing it to happen by hosting and promoting people like this.

Anyways, there's already a lot going on here that's sketchy, but then... they went and deleted their posts. At the time of this happening (as I was there to witness it all play out in real time) I assumed this meant that they had hit their $1k goal - especially as they had been showing their progress on their IG and they were already at $900 after just a couple hours - but it gave me a sinking feeling seeing them delete it because they had also been called out by some brave readers telling them that it wasn't exactly a good look to essentially blackmail their audience through their own content into giving them money.

Snailords deleting it gave me a stronger impression of "burying the evidence", especially now that they had the money. By all accounts, they could do whatever they wanted now.

So what did they decide to do?

. . . Huh?

Okay, take a second to actually think about what Snailords has done here. Because I know some of you will go "oh, it was for charity all along! that was nice of them!" but . . . I don't know about the legalities of collecting donation funds under false pretenses, but morally speaking, it's a really shitty thing to do. They stripped away the choices - limiting them to three - of what their readers could donate to, and what I think their readers don't understand - due to being mostly teenagers - is that they're tax-exempt individuals and they just unknowingly gave Snailords an easy $1k tax write-off. You really, really shouldn't collect donation funds like this without being honest, it's just a shitty thing to do, especially after you've already collected the money. It mostly just comes across as damage control on Snailords' part to make it seem like they were always planning to donate to charity, when in reality, if they wanted to donate to charity, they would have been honest about that at the start. Again, even if they wanted to do that from the start, it goes to show how little confidence they have in themselves or their audience that they have to stoop to methods like these instead of just doing it honestly.

And do you really think Snailords will actually do those extra episodes? Or donate that money? This is the same asshole who has manipulated their readers for money not once but twice, and now seems intent on doing it a third time just for the charm. This is the same person who practically sabotaged their own comic, Freaking Romance, because they apparently didn't like the romance genre and may as well have only done it for clout / views / etc.

What was especially odd - and I found this out from folks who actually read Death : Rescheduled (I do not) - was finding out that it wouldn't make sense for D : R to end in as many as 25 episodes, because apparently, the plot has basically just gotten going.

So it does seem like this is foreshadowing that D : R will wind up just like Freaking Romance, rushed into an ending that wasn't expected. And this, of course, has the people who read their work confused because D : R was supposed to be Snailords' passion project, their magnum opus, the project they wanted to do. So them holding the timing of an ending that shouldn't even be happening yet for ransom contradicts that original intention. Really, it just goes to show that Snailords has no passion, they're just in it purely for the money, to a degree that I can't even cheer them on for being a hustler because it's missing the honesty and integrity.

And of course, every single time Snailords finds a way to backpedal and take his audience for a ride, they hop right in without a single thought for themselves.

And no, none of this is to hate on the readers directly, I hold Snailords entirely responsible for this - they have an audience of impressionable, naive, gullible teenagers, and they know it, and take advantage of it every chance they get. It's why they weren't just honest about wanting to collect money for charity from the start. It's why they resorted to basically holding their own comic's progression for ransom during its midseason hiatus. It's why the deadline was 24 hours and why the posts are now gone.

Thankfully the Internet does what it does - any evidence that Snailords was trying to bury is now all over reddit, and hey, just for good measure, here's a post on Tumblr that's been sitting in my drafts for days now, days after people have already seemingly stopped talking about it. Don't let anyone bury or forget about the stunts Snailords is pulling on their audience, with a platform that they've been consistently given by Webtoons, because that's what they want you to do.

[badathumanemotions]

The Velvet Room

Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader

MDNI Category: Smut CW: Strangers Hooking Up, Dom Emily, Sub Reader, Vibrator, BDSM, Safe Words, Bondage, Strap On, Vaginal Sex, Edging, Use of Good Girl, Aftercare. WC: 4,965 Reader and Emily meet at a BDSM club and have some fun. (Not proof read) Master List

The neon lights of the city bled into the night, casting an eerie glow over the sidewalks. Raindrops pattered against the windows of the unassuming building, blurring the lines of the world outside. Inside, the air had the scent of leather and desire, a clandestine haven for those seeking to explore the shadows of their souls.

The club thumped with the sound of a beat, a rhythm that seemed to resonate within the very walls. Among the dimly lit booths and the whispers of intimate conversations, a woman in a crimson dress sat with a knowing smile, watching the dance of shadows play across the floor. Her eyes locked onto the newcomer, a blend of curiosity and hunger in her gaze.

Emily Prentiss, a woman whose career in the BAU had sharpened her instincts, recognized the spark of interest in the other's eyes. She approached with the grace of a predator, her movements a silent invitation to the dance of power and submission. "Looking for some fun?" she purred, her voice a siren's call.

Y/N, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves, nodded. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with the promise of something dark and delicious.

"What brings you to a place like this?" Emily's voice was like velvet, wrapping around Y/N's senses and drawing her in deeper. Y/N bit her lip, trying to decide how much to reveal. "I've… always been curious," she finally managed, her eyes darting around the room before returning to Emily's piercing gaze.

Emily's smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye. "Curiosity is a powerful motivator," she said, leaning in closer so their breaths mingled.

"I'm Emily," she introduced herself, extending a hand. Y/N took it, feeling a jolt of electricity pass between them. "And you are?"

"Y/N," the newcomer replied, their voice barely a whisper. The warmth of Emily's grip sent shivers down their spine, hinting at the power dynamics yet to unfold.

Their conversation grew more intimate as they delved into their desires, each revelation peeling back a layer of the other's inhibitions. Emily spoke of control and the thrill of giving and receiving it, her words painting vivid images that made Y/N's pulse race. Y/N confessed her own longings for submission, the need to be overwhelmed by another's will, to be used as a canvas for their pleasure.

Emily's eyes searched Y/N's, seeking the truth in her words. She reached out, her fingertips tracing the line of Y/N's jaw, sending a shiver down her spine. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked, her tone both gentle and firm.

Y/N nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. "I've never felt more ready for anything in my life," she breathed, the words a declaration of trust.

Emily's smile grew, a hint of challenge in it. "Good," she murmured, her hand sliding down to grip Y/N's wrist. "Follow me."

They arrived at a velvet-curtained room, the walls a deep shade of red. Emily stepped aside, allowing Y/N to enter first. Inside, the space was sparse but for a few pieces of strategically placed furniture that whispered of erotic intent. The centerpiece was a sturdy metal frame, the edges gleaming in the low light.

Y/N felt her heart race as Emily closed the door, shutting out the sounds of the club. The room was now their own private sanctuary, a place where the only law was the one they'd set between themselves. Emily's eyes swept over her, taking in the tremble of anticipation that had taken over Y/N's body.

"Before we begin," she said, her voice dropping to a low murmur, "we need to establish some ground rules." She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the cold floor. "This is about trust, and I need to know you're safe with me."

Y/N nodded, eager to comply. "I understand," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emily stepped closer, her eyes searching Y/N's. "We'll use the stop light system. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, and green means go. Do you agree?"

Y/N nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Yes."

Emily leaned in, her breath hot against Y/N's ear. "From now on, you will address me as Madam or Miss. Do you understand?"

Y/N's eyes widened, the word rolling off her tongue as if it had been waiting to be spoken. "Yes, Madam," she whispered, the title feeling both strange and exhilarating.

Emily's gaze grew more intense, her eyes searching Y/N's for any sign of doubt. "Good," she said, the satisfaction in her voice clear. "Now, tell me your hard limits. What are the lines you don't want crossed?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her mind racing. She had thought about this before, had prepared herself for the moment. "No permanent marks," she said, her voice steady.

Emily nodded, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. "And?" she prompted, her voice a gentle command.

Y/N took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing slightly. "No bodily waste," she said firmly, "and no blood play. Other than that, I'm open to explore."

Emily nodded, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Very well," she said, her voice a velvet purr. "Now, strip for me, pet."

Y/N's hands trembled as she began to remove her clothes, each piece falling to the floor like a discarded shield, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Emily watched, her gaze a physical caress that made Y/N's skin burn. When she was naked, Emily stepped forward, her eyes raking over Y/N's body with a hunger that was almost tangible.

"Stand in the center of the room," Emily instructed, her voice firm and commanding. Y/N complied, her heart hammering in her chest. Emily reached up and attached leather cuffs to each side of the metal bar, the cool metal sending a shiver down her spine.

She took Y/N's wrists, one at a time, and secured them to the bar above her head. The height was perfect, leaving Y/N's body pulled taught and displayed like a work of art.

"Keep your legs spread," Emily ordered, her voice a soft but firm command. Y/N complied, feeling the coolness of the air against her wet pussy. Emily stepped back, admiring her handiwork, her eyes lingering on the way Y/N's body quivered with anticipation.

The sound of a drawer opening and closing made Y/N's heart jump. She heard the low buzz of a vibrator, and her mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. Emily's hand appeared in her line of vision, the vibrator in her grip, a devilish smile playing on her lips.

The buzz grew louder as Emily approached, the anticipation building to a crescendo within her. The first touch was feather-light, a teasing brush against her erect nipples that made her gasp. Emily chuckled, a dark sound that sent a thrill through Y/N's body. She moved the vibrator in slow circles, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure that made Y/N's knees wobble.

"P-please, Madam," she whimpered, the ache in her core growing with every pass over her sensitive skin.

Emily's smile grew wicked, enjoying the way Y/N's body responded to her touch. She moved the vibrator lower, the tip hovering just above her clit, the anticipation driving Y/N wild.

"Beg for it," Emily whispered, her breath hot against Y/N's ear.

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, the ache in her pussy becoming unbearable. "Please, Madam," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea.

Emily's chuckle was dark and rich, a sound that made Y/N's skin prickle with excitement. "What do you want, my pet?" she asked, her voice a soft caress.

"I want… I need…" Y/N's voice was ragged with desire.

"Tell me," Emily demanded, her hand hovering just out of reach, the vibrator buzzing a silent promise.

Y/N's eyes snapped open, meeting Emily's gaze with a fierce desperation. "I need… I need you to make me cum, Madam," she begged, the words spilling from her lips like a confession.

Emily's smile grew, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Ah, so eager," she said, her voice a low purr. "But you haven't earned it yet."

The vibrator hovered just out of reach, the vibrations teasing Y/N's swollen clit. Her legs trembled, trying to close to relieve the pressure, but Emily's hand pressed firmly between her thighs, keeping her in place. "Open wider," she ordered, her grip unyielding.

Y/N's body obeyed, her legs spreading further apart as she let out a whine of need. Emily took advantage of her vulnerability, sliding the vibrator down to her entrance and pushing it in slightly before pulling it back out again. The sensation was maddening, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "Please, Madam," she begged, her voice shaking with arousal.

Emily chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "You're so eager," she said, her voice a velvet whisper.

With a flick of her wrist, the vibrator's intensity increased, the buzzing growing louder as it pressed against Y/N's clit. The sensation was overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that made her toes curl and her back arch. Emily's eyes never left hers, the challenge in them clear. Y/N felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every pulse of the vibrator.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes pleading with Emily to give her release. But just as the wave was about to crash over her, Emily pulled the vibrator away, leaving her hovering on the edge.

"Not yet," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire as she watched Y/N's body quiver.

Y/N's eyes snapped open, the desperation in them clear. "Madam, please," she whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily, searching for the release that had been so cruelly denied.

Emily's smile grew wider, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "You're so close, aren't you?" she taunted, her voice a sweet caress that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

Y/N could only nod, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The need to cum was a living thing within her, a demanding beast that she could no longer ignore. Emily leaned in, her breath hot against Y/N's ear. "Good girl," she whispered, the words sending a thrill through her body.

Emily's fingers slid through the wetness coating Y/N's pussy, the sound of her slickness filling the air. She brought them to Y/N's lips, a silent command that sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she took the fingers into her mouth, the taste of herself on Emily's skin making her moan around them.

The sensation was intimate, erotic, a claiming that went beyond words. Emily's gaze was intense, watching the way Y/N's cheeks hollowed as she sucked. The power dynamic was clear, a thrilling dance that had Y/N's heart racing and her pussy clenching with need.

When Emily finally pulled her hand away, Y/N's eyes remained closed, her breathing shallow and ragged. "Please, Madam," she begged, her voice thick with lust, "turn it back on."

Emily's smile grew, the sadistic glint in her eyes sharpening. "Beg for it, all pretty like," she purred, enjoying the way Y/N's body trembled with need.

Y/N's eyes snapped open, meeting Emily's challenging gaze. She knew the game, knew the thrill of surrendering control. "Please, Madam," she whimpered, her voice a desperate melody. "I'll do anything. Just… please, turn it back on."

Emily's smile grew, a wicked curve that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. "Anything?" she repeated, her voice a seductive whisper. Y/N nodded frantically, her body begging for the release it had been denied.

"Very well," Emily said, her eyes dark with desire. She turned the vibrator back on, the buzzing sound like a promise of sweet torment. Y/N's eyes snapped open, her breath hitching as the vibrations returned to her clit. Emily watched her reaction with a keen eye, her own arousal spiking at the sight of Y/N's desperation.

The vibrator danced over Y/N's skin, a maestro conducting an orchestra of pleasure. Emily's hand was a blur, bringing Y/N closer and closer to the precipice. Her legs quivered, her body straining against the bonds that held her in place. "Madam," she gasped, the word a prayer.

Emily's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, watching the delicious agony play out across Y/N's features. She knew exactly how to keep her dancing on the edge, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "You're doing so well," she whispered, her voice a gentle praise that only served to heighten the tension.

With one hand on the vibrator, she trailed the other up Y/N's torso, her fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her palm cupped one of Y/N's breasts, her thumb flicking at the erect nipple. The woman below her whimpered, her body straining for more. Emily leaned in, her teeth grazing Y/N's neck as she whispered, "Do you want to cum for me?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with the promise of relief and the threat of continued denial. Y/N nodded, her voice a needy whine. "Yes, Madam. Please, let me cum."

Emily's smile grew more predatory, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of power. She worked the vibrator in slow, torturous circles, bringing Y/N closer to the brink with each pass. Y/N's body arched, her muscles tightening as she fought against the restraints that held her in place. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a heady perfume that filled the room.

Y/N's eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she tried to hold back the scream that threatened to escape. She felt the pressure building, her climax just out of reach, a sweet agony that made her toes curl and her legs shake. Emily knew exactly how much she could take, her touch a masterful symphony of pleasure and pain.

But just as the crescendo was about to hit, Emily pulled the vibrator away. Y/N's eyes snapped open, a guttural moan torn from her throat as she felt the emptiness where moments before there had been such intense pleasure. Her pussy throbbed, desperately seeking the contact that had been denied.

Y/N's eyes grew wide as Emily sank to her knees, the leather of her heels creaking softly. The coolness of the floor was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from her body. Emily's gaze was fixed on the prize before her, the swollen folds of Y/N's pussy glistening with desire.

Emily leaned in, her breath a warm caress against the tender flesh. She traced the outline of Y/N's labia with a gentle finger, watching the way they parted slightly at her touch. The scent of arousal was potent, an intoxicating aroma that filled the air and had Emily's own desire spiking.

With a mischievous smile, she leaned closer, her lips hovering just above Y/N's clit. She took a deep breath, savouring the moment before she blew a soft stream of air against the sensitive nub. Y/N's body jerked, a surprised gasp escaping her lips. Her muscles clenched around nothing, a silent testament to the power of anticipation.

Emily watched, fascinated, as Y/N's pussy responded to the ghostly touch. The sight was mesmerizing, a visual symphony of desire that had Emily's own arousal spiraling higher. She felt a wetness between her own thighs, a reminder of her own need.

With a swift, practiced motion, Emily stripped herself of her dress, the fabric whispering against her skin as it fell to the floor. Her eyes never left Y/N's, the connection between them unbroken. She stepped out of the puddle of fabric, revealing her bare skin.

Y/N's eyes trailed over Emily's body, her gaze lingering on the soft swells of her breasts and the taught skin of her stomach. A neat strip of pubic hair, trimmed to perfection, drew her eyes downward, towards the place where her desires were most focused. The anticipation was a living thing, coiling in her belly like a snake ready to strike.

Emily stood, her movements a blend of confidence and grace, and reached for a black harness that lay on the nearby table. Y/N watched, her breath hitching in her throat, as Emily stepped into it, adjusting the straps until it fit snugly against her body. The dildo attached to it was a sleek, vibrating monolith, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.

With a smirk, Emily took her place behind Y/N, the leather of the harness a stark contrast against her skin. She gripped Y/N's hips, her hands firm and possessive, and pulled them backward. The new angle had Y/N's pussy on full display, the plumness of her sex begging for attention. Emily's eyes darkened, her pupils dilating with hunger as she took in the sight.

Without a moment's hesitation, she slammed the vibrating dildo into Y/N's wet heat, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. Y/N's cry was a mix of shock and pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut as the sudden fullness filled her. Emily didn't hold back, her movements punishing and demanding as she claimed Y/N's body as her own. The walls of the room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with the scent of desire and the buzz of the vibrator.

Y/N's body rocked with the force of Emily's thrusts, her legs trembling as she fought to stay upright. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through her, the dildo hitting that perfect spot that had her gasping for breath. Emily's grip on her hips was bruising, a reminder of who was in control. She whispered filthy words into Y/N's ear, her breath hot and ragged. "You're mine," she growled, "my little slut, my plaything."

The vibrations from the dildo reverberated through Emily's body, her own arousal reaching new heights. She couldn't resist the urge to feel Y/N, her hands moving to cup the woman's breasts. Her thumbs flicked at the nipples, drawing a keening cry from her lips. The sound spurred Emily on, her hips moving faster, harder.

Y/N's pussy was a tight fist around the dildo, the wet slap of their bodies a rhythmic symphony that filled the air. Emily felt her own orgasm building, the pressure in her core tightening with every thrust. She leaned in closer, her breath hot and ragged against Y/N's neck. "You're so wet for me," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "So fucking perfect."

Her hand slid down, finding Y/N's clit once again. She began to rub it in tight circles, the sensation making Y/N's body shudder. The pleasure was intense, the pressure building once more. "Madam, please," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.

Emily leaned in closer, her breath hot against Y/N's ear. "Not yet," she murmured, the denial sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. Y/N's hips bucked, trying to find the release she so desperately craved. Emily chuckled, the sound dark and all-consuming. She enjoyed the power, the control she had over Y/N's body.

With a swift motion, Emily's hand came down on Y/N's pussy, the slap resonating through the room. Y/N's eyes shot open, the sting mixing with the pleasure, a confusing cocktail that had her panting. "Miss!" she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and need.

Emily's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Not yet," she said firmly, her grip on Y/N's hips tightening. "You've been such a good girl, I don't want you to ruin it now."

Y/N's breath hitched, her body straining against the restraints. The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity, a raging storm threatening to break free. She could feel Emily's own arousal, the slickness of her skin, the tremble in her hands. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had that kind of power over someone so strong and in control.

Emily's rhythm grew erratic, her breaths coming in shallow pants as she felt the tension coiling in her belly. Her hips bucked against the harness, the vibrations from the dildo setting her own nerves alight. She could feel the wetness seeping through, her own arousal matching the slickness of Y/N's pussy. The need to claim her completely was overwhelming, a primal urge that had her gripping Y/N's hips even tighter.

With a flick of her wrist, she brought her hand down to Y/N's clit, the contact making her jolt. The woman's body was a live wire, her muscles quivering with the anticipation of release. Emily's fingers circled the sensitive nub, the pad of her thumb pressing down with just the right amount of pressure.

"You can cum," Emily finally allowed, her voice a dark whisper that sent a bolt of pleasure through Y/N's body. The words were like a key unlocking a door, and suddenly, she was freefalling into an abyss of sensation.

Her body responded immediately, her muscles clenching around the invading dildo as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. Emily didn't stop, didn't ease up, her thrusts becoming more erratic as she chased her own climax. Y/N's cries filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls. The pressure in her core was unbearable, a tight coil of ecstasy that wound tighter with every stroke.

And then it hit her, a white-hot burst of pleasure that had her back arching and her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, the words torn from her throat as her orgasm swept through her, leaving her trembling in its wake.

Emily didn't stop, didn't ease up, her movements becoming more frenzied as she chased her own release. Y/N's body was a playground, her pussy tight and warm, a place Emily could lose herself in. With a final, powerful thrust, she sent the dildo deep, her own climax crashing down upon her.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, a rush of pleasure that had her gripping Y/N's hips as if they were a lifeline. She rode the wave, her breath coming in sharp gasps as the intensity of her climax rolled through her. The vibrations from the dildo sent tremors through her body, a delicious echo of the pleasure she'd just given Y/N.

As the last of the spasms subsided, Emily slowly pulled the dildo out, the sound of it leaving Y/N's body an intimate one that made her core clench. She turned off the vibration. For a moment, they remained like that, bodies entwined, breaths mingling in the heavy air.

Then, with the grace of a panther, Emily stood, her eyes still dark with lust but now filled with a gentle concern. She stepped back, releasing Y/N's hips. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a soft caress. "You did so well."

Her hands moved to the cuffs, unbuckling them with a swiftness that spoke of experience. Y/N felt the coolness of the air as the leather slipped away, leaving her wrists red and tingling. She brought her hands down to her sides, her arms feeling like jelly after being held in place for so long.

Emily stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Y/N's. She offered her hand, a silent invitation that Y/N gratefully accepted. Her legs felt unsteady as she stepped forward, her muscles protesting after being stretched and used so thoroughly.

The bed was a welcome sight, a soft oasis in the sea of sensation. Emily guided her down, her touch gentle as she helped Y/N lay on her side. The mattress enveloped her, the coolness of the sheets a soothing balm against her heated skin. She felt boneless, her body a puddle of satisfied need.

Emily moved with a grace that belied the intensity of their play, her movements efficient as she removed the harness. The dildo fell to the side with a soft thud, the silence after the symphony of their shared release almost deafening. She picked up a soft towel and bottle of lotion, her eyes never leaving Y/N's face.

Her expression was one of concern and care, a stark contrast to the dominant persona she had embodied so thoroughly moments before. She approached Y/N, who lay sprawled on the bed, her body a canvas of satisfaction. The marks from the cuffs stood out against her skin, a silent testament to their power exchange.

Emily knelt beside the bed, her hand gentle as it brushed the damp hair from Y/N's forehead. The towel in her hand was cool against the woman's overheated skin. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, meeting Emily's gaze, which was filled with a gentle warmth. "Good girl," Emily murmured, her voice a soft caress that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. "You did so well for me."

Her touch was feather-light as she trailed the towel down Y/N's body, her eyes taking in every inch of her. She took her time, her movements deliberate as she cleaned the sweat from her skin. Each stroke was a silent praise, a recognition of the trust that had been placed in her. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, a soft counterpoint to the fierce passion that had just occurred.

When she reached Y/N's thighs, she paused, her gaze lingering on the evidence of their play. The scent of arousal was still heavy in the air, a heady reminder of the intensity of their shared experience. Emily's eyes met Y/N's, the question in them unspoken but clear. Y/N nodded, giving her silent consent to continue.

With a soft smile, Emily spread Y/N's legs, revealing her sex. The towel was tender as it brushed against the sensitive flesh, a gentle cleansing that had Y/N's breath hitching. Emily's touch was soothing, gliding over the delicate folds, easing away any discomfort or irritation.

Afterwards Emily made sure her touch was feather-light as she began to massage the lotion into Y/N's wrists, her thumbs moving in slow, soothing circles. The redness was already fading, but the tenderness remained. With each pass of her thumbs, the tension in Y/N's muscles lessened, the pain giving way to a warm, comforting glow.

Next, she turned her attention to Y/N's legs. They were trembling slightly, muscles tight from the exertion and restraint. Emily's hands moved to the woman's ankles, her fingers digging in gently as she began to knead and stroke. The lotion was cool and slick, easing the ache that lingered from their intense play.

Y/N let out a sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as Emily's touch worked its magic. Each stroke of her thumbs along the taut muscles sent waves of relaxation up her legs, unraveling the knots of tension. Emily worked her way up, her hands gliding over the calves, then the thighs, her movements firm and steady.

Once Emily was satisfied that she had tended to every inch of Y/N's body, she grabbed a towel for herself, her movements efficient and quick. She cleaned the sweat and the remnants of their shared passion from her own skin, the fabric whispering against her body as she wiped herself down. Her eyes never left Y/N, a silent promise that she wasn't done yet.

Emily walked over to a small fridge in the corner of the room, the sound of the bottle clinking against the metal door the only noise in the quiet aftermath. She pulled out a bottle of cold water, the condensation beading on the surface, and brought it over to the bed.

Y/N's eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. Her skin was flushed, a warm glow that spoke of the pleasure she had just experienced. Emily felt a thrill of satisfaction, knowing she had been the one to give it to her.

With a gentle touch, Emily placed the cold bottle of water on nearby table. "Can I get you anything else?" she asked, her voice a soft purr that seemed to fill the room. Y/N's eyes cracked open, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

"Just…stay with me," she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper. "For a few minutes."

Emily nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips as she settled onto the bed beside Y/N. Her body was still humming with the aftershocks of their shared release, but she could feel the weight of the scene starting to lift. She laid her hand on Y/N's waist, her thumb making lazy circles on the soft skin.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound the harsh breaths that gradually evened out. Emily's heartbeat slowed, her body cooling as the adrenaline faded. She felt a sense of peace, a quiet contentment that she hadn't felt in a long time. The trust that Y/N had placed in her was a gift, one she didn't take lightly.

Y/N's eyes remained closed, her body still trembling slightly with the aftershocks of her intense climax. Emily studied her, memorizing every curve, every freckle, every line of her face. She felt a warmth spread through her, a tenderness that surprised her.

Making a mental note to get Y/N's number, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the woman's forehead. "Rest," she whispered, her voice a gentle command. "You've earned it."

[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Ch. 55

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

SURPRISE!

I've been away for a while and I'll be honest, I haven't done a lot of writing. Motivation comes and goes and I feel stuck in most of my stories. But I'm glad to at least get this out to y'all.

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 4.3k

Chapter 54 | Masterlist

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“Honey.” Bradley said, his hand falling to rest on my thigh. “Yeah?” I asked as he forced my leg to stop bouncing. “It’ll be okay.” He said before leaning over and kissing my temple and I sighed. “I just… I want answers.” I said looking down at him and he gave me a small smile. “I know and in time we’ll have them.” I huffed and sat back on the squeaky exam table. “I hate when you’re being wise.” I said and he chuckled. “Just trying to help.” He took my hand and squeezed it every few seconds until the doctor came in. “Good morning!” Dr. Bearden said as he came in. “Good to see you again, Lieutenant. And you must be the fiancee!” He said, reaching to shake Roosters hand. “Yes, this is my fiancee Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.” I smiled, lifting my hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Two very accomplished naval aviators. You two are quite the pair.” He said opening his Ipad. “Now, last time you were here we did your annual exam and we did some blood work to test for infertility.” I nodded at him. “All the blood tests were normal. But this time I would like to do a thyroid function panel and a transvaginal ultrasound.” He said and I nodded. “I’ll have the phlebotomist come in here and draw your blood then I’ll be back to do your ultrasound.” I nodded and he stepped out. “You okay?” Bradley asked and I nodded. “Yeah, I’m just ready for this to be over.” I said. After a minute the phlebotomist came in. Bradley turned his head away as she drew all the tubes she needed and only when she had the tubes in hand, hiding the contents did he look back at me. 

“I really hate blood.” He said and I giggled. “I know, honey.” I leaned over, kissing his temple. The chair he sat in next to the tall exam table made it hard to reach him. “Alright!” Dr. Bearden came back in with an ultrasound machine in tow. “So for this I’m going to need your feet in the stirrups.” He set the stirrups up and I slid down, putting my feet in them. Immediately Bradley stood, coming to stand next to me and hold my hand as Dr. Bearden slid a cover over the transducer. “Slide down to the edge a little more for me.” I did as he asked, feeling like I was about to slide off the end. I looked up at Bradley and his eyes were wide and I looked to see what he was looking at. Dr. Bearden was putting lube on the transducer and it was so long. “Now, this may be a little uncomfortable.” I squeezed Bradley’s hands as he pressed the transducer in. It was definitely uncomfortable. Bradley used both of his hands to lift my one to his lips, kissing it. Dr. Bearden stared at the screen as he clicked a few things. I couldn’t help but think about Bradley and I being in this exact position, hoping to see our baby for the first time. I was broke out of my daydream by Dr. Bearden's voice. “You see these lines here?” He asked, pointing to the screen. “Yeah.” Bradley said and Dr. Bearden looked at me for my answer. “Yes.” I muttered. “These lines are accurate with uterine scarring.” My heart dropped as he removed the transducer and his gloves. 

“Caila. When you had your placental abruption, your placenta ripped away from your uterus, causing your miscarriage. When that happened, it left scarring along your uterus. There’s a number of things this means but with the amount of scarring you have, I’ll be honest, it looks like it has almost obliterated your uterus. This can prevent an embryo from implanting; it can block the fallopian tubes, meaning sperm may never reach an egg.” Tears streamed down my cheeks and I tried to hold back my sobs. “It is not impossible by any means. I still think you have a chance of getting pregnant, but I would label you as high risk.” I took a deep breath as Bradley moved my hair out of my face. “Remember what I said to you at your last appointment? A lot of women have these problems and you’re not alone. Going to see a fertility doctor is very common for people on the journey to creating a family. It doesn’t make you less of a woman if you need helping to conceive.” I nodded. “When you do want to start trying, start taking prenatal vitamins. They jury is still out on if they can actually help you conceive. But it can help to make your pregnancies healthier and the longer you take it, the better the effects you’ll have.” He gave me a small smile. “Thanks Dr. Bearden. We’ll keep it all in mind.” With that Dr. Bearden gave me a sad look. “Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll go ahead and start the checkout process for you?” He quickly stood, walking out of the room. A single sob escaped me before I got a hold of myself, standing and grabbing my clothes. Bradley helped me in silence before we walked out of the exam room. We checked out quickly and I all but sprinted out of the office, keeping my head down as to not see all the pregnant women that were waiting. 

We took the elevator back down to the second level of the parking garage and it seemed like the longest ride of my life. I stayed silent the whole way down and as soon as the elevator doors opened I made a beeline for the Bronco. “Honey-” I cut him off by opening my own door and getting in, almost slamming the door closed. I heard him sigh before he got into the driver's seat. I couldn’t look at him, not while I knew that I was the reason we would struggle to have a baby after the wedding. He started the Bronco and backed out of the spot and as soon as we were in drive he took my hand, kissing my knuckles before resting our intertwined fingers on my denim clad thigh. Tears silently ran down my cheeks as I rubbed my thumb along his hand and looked at my ring as it glinted in the light. I was marrying the literal man of my dreams and here I am, wondering how he could want me if I couldn’t give him kids like he wanted. We rode in silence and as we stopped I looked up seeing we were in a drive thru of a local coffee shop that I liked to visit with Phoenix occasionally. Bradley placed an order for a medium black coffee and a large iced mocha. After a few minutes we got our drinks and Bradley let go of my hand long enough to hand me mine before he placed his in the cupholder by the gear shift. I stared down at my coffee as Bradley drove a few minutes to pull into a parking lot in front of the beach. As soon as he put it in park he turned to me, sticking a straw in my drink. “Look at me.” I took a deep breath before casting my gaze up to him. “I am marrying you. I’m marrying you because I love you, not because we could have a baby together. I’m marrying you with or without kids and I am perfectly happy if we spend the rest of our lives together, just me and you and no one else.” A sob immediately hit me as he finished. I held my coffee tightly with both hands as he slid closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling my head to rest on his own shoulder. “I love you.” I managed to choke out. I heard him chuckle as he held me. “I love you too, Mags.” I knew he meant it, but I still didn’t miss the tear that fell into my hair. 

We spent hours at the beach yesterday sitting in the bronco or walking on the beach. Once the tears stopped it became a very good day and it played on repeat in my brain all day today. It was Thursday, the day before we flew out to Tennessee. “Ready for your trip?” Mav asked. I passed him as I was heading out. I nodded at him. “Very ready.” He smiled at my answer. “You guys deserve it. See you Monday, Magnolia.” I nodded and got in the jeep to go home. I was exhausted, so tired from being in the air all day. And not sleeping the night before. I tossed and turned not sure why I wasn’t sleeping. Bradley slept like a rock next to me, his snoring not helping my interim insomnia. But it also made me feel better because there was a time I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear him snoring again. I was sluggish getting out of the car, my body feeling heavy. I dragged my duffel out of the trunk thinking about how grateful I was to be home and done with work for the week. I managed to unlock the door and slide inside, the dogs rushing to greet me as I did. I sighed in relief as I dropped my duffel and bent down to pet them until they calmed down. Once they were satisfied I sat down and untied my boots. I moaned as I slid them off, massaging the sole of my foot a little before finally standing. I simply wanted a shower but I yelped in surprise as I was suddenly lifted and pinned to the wall, lips pressed to mine. I could tell it was Bradley, easy, I could pick him out of a room blindfolded. His cologne invaded my senses and his lips felt a certain way against mine. “Bradley.” I muttered, pulling away. He redirected his attention to my neck and a shiver ran up my spine.

I tried to hold back a moan but it was futile. “Bradley.” I felt him harden against my core and my brain went fuzzy. “Say my name again.” He muttered as he dragged his lips up my neck. “You have to stop.” I said, trying to keep my fingers out of his hair knowing it would only encourage him. “I’ve been cleared.” He muttered, squeezing a handful of my ass through my flight suit. “Your appointment isn’t until nine tomorrow morning. You haven’t actually been cleared yet.” His appointment was the one thing we had to do before our flight tomorrow. He pulled away from my neck, grinning up at me. “They had a cancellation. I got in today and I am completely cleared.” Tears welled in my eyes. I knew he’d probably be cleared, but to have confirmation of that was so relieving. “Really?” I asked, giving in and letting my fingers trail into the hair on the back of his head. “I’m in perfect health. Stitches are healed, everything sounds good and looks good. I could do everything I could do before.” It was like a weight lifted off me and he leaned in, kissing me. “That means I can do whatever I want to my fiance, and I think I’ll start up in our room.” He turned to take us up the stairs and I couldn’t help but laugh. “We still have to pack.” I thought he might stop and put me down, but he continued right up the stairs. “I already packed the suitcases while you were at work and we now have a nine a.m. flight instead of a noon flight.” 

I furrowed my brows as he topped the stairs. “How did you change the flights?” I asked and he grinned at me. “I called the airline, had them change it and begged them to not email you about the change.” He kicked the door closed behind us before dropping me onto the neatly made bed. “Of course you did.” I remarked as he crawled over me. “Roo, I haven’t showered yet.” I said, my hands on his shoulders. He smirked at me before grabbing the zipper of my flight suit. “That’s okay.” He buried his nose in my neck. “I love when you smell like jet fuel. Besides, you’d need a second shower anyway after I’m done with you.” He dragged the zipper down, and I didn’t dare stop him.  He jerked my flight suit off my shoulders and pulled it down my waist. He stood from the bed, grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the end of the bed. He slowly pulled off my socks before kissing my ankles, holding my gaze as he did. I loved when he was like this. Sweet and almost primal. It was like two sides of him colliding. I lifted my hips for him to slip my flight suit off and as soon as he did he tossed it to some corner of the room.. I wasn’t sure which though. Because I was too busy watching him sink to his knees before me. Denim clad legs hit the floor as I sat up, leaning back on my hands. His large hands gripped my thighs and I was surprised at how big they looked against my legs. He pushed my legs farther apart and my chest heaved as he placed kisses on my inner thigh. He worked his way to my core, placing a kiss on me over my white thong. His hands slid up to my hips and his fingers curled into my waist band. His eyes met mine and I lifted my hips for him to pull my panties off, which he did agonizingly slow. He tossed them behind him and he inched forward ever so slightly before leaning in, running his tongue along my slit. 

I cried out as he found my clit, his lips wrapping around it and sucking. I scooted closer, my fingers tugging on his curls as his arms wrapped around my thighs. “Oh, Roo!” It’s been so long since we’ve touched each other like this and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came and Rooster knew it too. His tongue delved inside me and I gasped at the sensation. I felt Rooster’s hand on my belly and he pushed me to lay back. My hands stayed in his hair as he moved my legs to be tossed over his shoulders, allowing him to plunge deeper into my core. I was a mess and whining as he ran his hands up my body, reaching under my shirt to grip my breasts through my bra. The knot in my stomach grew tighter and Bradley shifted his hands to slip underneath my bra and pinch my nipples lightly which caused my back to arch ever so slightly. “Oh god! I’m close. Roo-” I was cut off as my orgasm hit me and I gasped. He didn’t stop. Working me over until my body was shaking. He was breathing heavily as he stood. He leaned over my now limp body. “You okay?” He asked with a devilish grin. “I’m great.” I replied and he smiled, leaning down to kiss me. His hands rested on my sides and I tasted myself on his lips, I remembered how euphoric it really was. My hands rose to rest on his neck, losing myself in him. He pushed my black undershirt up and we separated long enough for him to pull it over my head. He pulled me to sit up, reaching behind me and flicking the hooks of my bra, causing them to let loose so he could drag it down my arms. He held my gaze as I leaned forward, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He had this planned because he didn’t have on an undershirt, which he always does.

I pushed my hands to his shoulders, slowly sliding his shirt off as I placed a kiss just above his belly button. So many weeks of not being in the gym made him soft. He was still fit, distractingly so, but his abs weren’t as defined anymore. I loved it though. His shirt fell to the floor and I immediately went for the buttons of his jeans. He helped me push them down and he stepped out of them, leaving him in his white boxer briefs which he knew drove me crazy. He was rock hard and it was incredibly obvious in the white underwear. I placed a kiss on the outline of his cock and he leaned his head back, sighing as he did. I grabbed his waistband and pulled them off just like he did me, tossing them to some forgotten corner. He hissed as his cock slapped his lower torso and I smirked. I leaned forward with my tongue out as I licked from his base to his tip before taking most of him in my mouth. I felt him take my hair that was in a bun, in his hands, bobbing my head on him a few times before pulling me off him. He leaned down, his eyes meeting my own. “When I come, I want to be inside you. Now, move back.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words and I moved myself back up the bed. He followed immediately and pushed me to lay back. He slotted himself between my thighs before laying his body weight on me. His lips landed on mine and I moaned as his hands grazed my sides. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails grazing his skin. “I missed you today.” He said before turning his attention to my neck. “I’ve been going crazy being here while you’re at work.” He kissed the hollow of my throat as he worked his way down to my chest. “But today was especially difficult.” He muttered against my skin. “You know why?” He asked, knowing my head would be fuzzy. “Because I knew exactly what I could do to you when you came in the door.” 

I moaned as he took my nipple between his teeth. I spread my legs more, feeling the head of his cock nudging my thigh. “Bradley, please.” I was not above begging. I never was with him, and he knew it. “I love it when you ask nicely.” He sat up on his knees, hiking my legs over his hips and drawing me closer. He lined himself up before pushing against me and I gasped as I felt him. He stopped, stilling his hips before he leaned back over me and kissing me. “Roo, please.” I knew he was teasing me and I wasn’t sure I could handle it. “Not yet, pretty girl. It’s been six weeks. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He leaned his forehead against mine, his lips dragging across my face. He stared down at me as he pulled out slightly, before pushing in a little farther than last time. “You like that, pretty girl?” He asked and I moaned in response. “God I can’t wait to have my cock buried inside you.” He slowly pushed his way deeper, each thrust allowing him to enter me another inch by another inch. Finally, he was buried to the hilt inside me. “Bradley.” I gasped out. My arms wrapping around him and my nails digging into his skin. “You’re so tight, pretty girl.” He moaned at a particularly smooth thrust. He dropped his forehead to mine again, his lips landing on my nose for a split second as he stilled inside me. “Mm… so full.” I muttered. Any time Bradley and I have sex, I basically go dumb. “I know, pretty girl. I know.” He slowly started rolling his hips, causing him to slip out and the angle was just right for him to hit that soft spot inside of me. “Oh fuck. Roo.” He knew what he was doing and he gave me a wide mischievous smile. “You like that, honey? You like taking my cock.” I moaned and gasped as he trailed his fingers down my abdomen, all the way till he brushed my clit. “Don’t rush it, Bradley.” I said as I reached down and grabbed his wrist. 

He raised a brow at me before chuckling and removing his hand. “Whatever you want, Mags.” He tucked one hand under my back and intertwined the fingers of his left hand with my right. He put pressure on my back, causing me to arch ever so slightly and a moan escaped him as the angle shifted. I grinned at him. “I love when you make noises for me.” His face tinged red at my words. He rarely made any noise other than grunting and dirty talk in bed. I could tell I caught him off guard with what I said, but it was true. I squeezed my pelvic floor, clenching around him and causing his thrusts to stutter. He cut his eyes to mine before pulling out almost all the way and slamming back into me. I yelped and he just chuckled. His thrusts grew rougher and he sat back on his knees again. He pinned my hips to the bed, the pressure adding to how he felt inside me. “Gonna cum so deep inside you, Mags.” His chest was heaving and sweat started forming on his neck and chest. I reached out, gripping his forearms as he fucked me. I wanted to speak, say anything to agree with him. But I couldn’t do much of anything except hasp and moan. A familiar feeling started to grow in my belly, one that I experienced only a few minutes ago. “Need you to cum on my cock, pretty girl.” He leaned over me again, his hand reaching down once more to touch me and this time, I didn’t stop him. “I want to feel you cum around me. Need it.” I tossed my arms around him again, one hand tucked around between his shoulder blades and the other fisting the curls at the back of his head. “Oh god, Bradley! Yes! Yes!” I chanted, knowing it would only spur him on. 

He wrapped his arms around me, one hand on my waist, the other creeping around my shoulder for leverage. His forehead pressed to mine and his hot breath fanned my face. Our lips barely brushed together and it felt like fireworks went off everywhere inside my body. “I love you, Mags. More than anything.” All I could do in response was tilt my head up and kiss him. His hips stuttered before he buried himself deep inside me, practically flooding me with his release. I never thought I could miss being this close to someone. He was breathing heavily as he leaned his head on my chest. I felt him move his hand from my shoulder and I whimpered as the rough skin of his hand nudged my clit again. He listed himself off of me just enough to be in a good position to work me towards my orgasm and take my right nipple in his mouth. That coupled with him still buried inside me sent me straight over the edge. I gasped and my body shook harshly as Bradley slowly brought me down from my high. We stayed like that for who knows how long before he finally lifted his head. He stared at me, a dopey grin on his face as my mind raced. What we just did got me thinking about everything Dr. Bearden said in my appointment. “I want to start taking prenatal vitamins.” His eyebrows shot up. “Yeah?” He sat up, straddling my legs and I nodded. “Are we still waiting until after the wedding?” I sat up and grabbed his hands in mine. “Yeah.” I said quietly. “I just want to take them because when the time comes we have a higher chance of having a healthy pregnancy.” He smiled at me before leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Of course,” I started, catching his attention. “This means we’ll have to use condoms. Every time.” He groaned, falling onto the bed beside me. “We’re gonna go broke buying condoms.” I laughed loudly at his words. He pulled me down next to him and squeezed me. “Hungry?” He asked. “Yes. But I need a shower first. I smell like sweat and jet fuel and I do not like the combination.” He got up and pulled me to my feet. “Let’s get you in the shower then.” 

The next morning I was incredibly sore between my legs. “You okay, honey?” Rooster asked, leaning down and brushing my hair from my face. “I hurt.” I mumbled, still half asleep. “I’m sorry, honey. I should’ve been gentler with you. “He kissed me on the cheek. “I promise I’ll be more gentle next time.” I hummed, stretching my arms over my head. “Uber will be here in an hour. I’ve laid out some pants and one of my t-shirts for you.” I smiled at him. “Thank you, honey.” It took me a few minutes to finally get up and I dragged when I finally did. I slowly got dressed and braided my hair before making my way downstairs. “Coffee?” Bradley asked and I shook my head. “No. I’ll just drink water for now.” He smiled and drank his coffee. “So, what car did you rent?” He asked. “A Silverado.” I replied and he fake gasped. “We are a Ford family. The jeep is the exception.” I laughed loudly. “We are a ‘whatever is affordable’ family.” He laughed, stepping behind me and kissing my head. “I like when you’re frugal.” I hummed. “Wait until I tell you I started buying certain foods only if they’re on sale.” He groaned, wrapping his arms around me. “I love you.” He said and I turned in his arms. “I love you too.” 

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[theheromira]

Nimona appreciation post (Part 3 of idk even know how many)

Hi guys, I'm back with Part 3. Sorry about the delay, I tend to procrastinate even if something has to do with my newest hyperfixation lol (Pic for attention, like always lol)

at the beginning he says to Amb that he's not brooding and now he tells Nimona that "Knights don't mope, they brood."

"Murder him, murdder her, murder everyone!" aaand there is Amb standing int the door and Bals pose XD

Amb lil smile when he sees Bal. He probably thought that he killed Bal and seems glas that he's not

Also him just looking at Bals arm

Nimonas lil "Gesundheit" is way better in the english version ngl

Nemesis 😈

"Oh, look! It's Gloreth!" and the knights behind them actually look in the direction she pointed at

Amb acting like he was about to draw his sword and looking like they just caught him doing something forbidden like I don't even know

Bals almost defeated face at the beginning of the closet scene

Nimona just casually ripping that pipe out of the wall

Bals hamster cheeks when she grabs his face

that die-in-the-closet-dialogue felt very strange to me but I still don't completely understand how people can hate people who have a different orientation than them (sexual or not, I don't know how to say that exactly but I hope you kinda understand me?). There shouldn't be a problem about dying in a closet in real life and I really understand why people are so close-minded and this is still happening, I guess. Why does this "kids movie" motivate me to think about this kind of issue so much? But I guess it's a good thing, I'm probably/definitely not the only one who watched Nimona and really started to think about this (and the other themes of this movie)

also Nimona literally coming out of the closet (as a shape-shifter) is like really nice, I love little things like that in movies that you maybe not even register at first

I like to think that the axe opening the door is a little "Shining" reference

Nimona casually catching the arrow before her face

Bal being the competent idiot that he is grabbing the first thing his hand finds to use as a weapon without even looking

"Even if you see the horn?"

"I will not freak… Uhhh" with that face XD

I just looove her line "This is the part where you run.", how she looks at the knights and how they start to panic

Bals face while getting out of the closet is like: What the everloving hell did just happen/is just happening?

"Yeah" "Oh no! Stay away! Get back! No! This is not happening!" XD

Amb just being bamboozled and proving that he's at least a bit of a Nerd (who other then a Nerd or a Zoologist would call a Rhino by it's full name)

"Leave that guy alone!" "Take that" bonks him away with her horn lol, they are such a good duo

Stairs are either your best friend (Nimona seemingly) or your worst enemy (Kungfu Panda)

Bal just being completely like a fish out of water by what is happening during that chase is also kinda hilarious

Also him still having the brain to tell her she needs to go right in all of this mayhem is very competent of him, I stan him just a bit ngl

the whale

hey def needed a meeting table that round, they are a kingdom of knights

loving that Todd gets the tiny d*** joke, one of the best jokes in the movie and this movie has a lot of good ones

THE MUSIC <3

Now he wants the staircase, Bal really should make up his mind XD

I'm a bit sad that the original BlueSky-Scene where she changes into a dragon didn't make it in there but this is also fine, I guess

How did Bal survive that fall?

also loving how he just slides the last few metres face down lol

Nimona looking at Bal before she says her "Something, something, something, we win." was kinda cute

Explosions! "Metal" Also: stuff like this reminds me of a kind of old scetch from a comedian (I know the guy from some youtube vids of different poetry slams but he is a comedian now) I like pertaining bear catapults (I def will get myself some tickets if he ever does a show near me, the guy is hilarious)

Bal looking kinda chill (he prob has a concussion and isn't quite there, I guess) at the different things that fly towards them and then focusing on that little bit of debris that knocks him out (and the sound he makes when he gets hit) lol

Sooo, that was it for part 3. Short I know, but I think I will try to get these posts out and ngl my attention span is a bit short at the moment… with this kind of post thats more on the short site I believe I can stay on the topic and not procrastinate that much. Maybe there will also be some longer ones inbetween, we will see. Have a good one guys ^^

[maffickingcowplants]

With Cassandra and Alexander out for the evening with their respective partners, Mortimer finds himself restless at Goth Manor. The house feels emptier than ever without Bella. Alone with his thoughts, Mortimer is consumed by the mystery of Bella’s disappearance. He’s spent countless hours combing through her computer, her books, and any clue that might shed light on where she went, or who she was working for.

Exasperated, Mortimer calls his brother-in-law, Michael Bachelor. "I just need a normal night," Mortimer admits over the phone, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I've been going through Bella's computer, all of her books, anything that might have a hint of what she was working on — WHO she was working for! She has no saved paystubs! Per the bank, the payments are coming from a car wash outside Sunset Valley, which doesn’t appear to exist! I can’t think about it anymore. Let’s go to The Blue Velvet." Michael, ever the supportive brother-in-law, agrees, and Mortimer calls their sitter to come over to watch the twins.

They arrive at The Blue Velvet and head downstairs, where the atmosphere is a mix of muted chatter and the clinking of glasses. The familiar surroundings bring a brief sense of comfort, and Michael takes the lead, heading over to greet his own sister-in-law, Nina Caliente.

As Michael catches up with Nina, Mortimer makes his way to the bar. However, his brief moment of respite is quickly shattered when a paparazzi approaches, camera in hand. The flash of the camera is blinding, and the barrage of questions is relentless.

"Mr. Goth, can you comment on your wife’s disappearance? How does it feel to be out having a good time while she’s still missing? Some might say you’re not as broken up about it as you claim!"

Mortimer’s patience snaps. His eyes flash with anger as he yells at the paparazzi to leave, his voice echoing across the bar. The confrontation draws the attention of several patrons, including Nina, who looks on with an intrigued expression. The paparazzi, unfazed by Mortimer’s outburst, takes a few more shots before finally retreating, leaving Mortimer fuming.

Trying to shake off the encounter, Mortimer orders a drink, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches for the glass. The tension lingers, even as he joins Michael at a nearby table. They talk quietly, trying to steer the conversation away from Bella, but it’s clear that her absence weighs heavily on both of them.

When Michael excuses himself to the bathroom, Mortimer is left alone at the table. He looks up to find Nina standing nearby, her gaze fixed on him. She smiles, and despite himself, Mortimer offers a small, weary smile in return.

Nina approaches, her movements calculated, as if she’s sizing him up. They exchange pleasantries, but there’s an undercurrent to their conversation that Mortimer can’t quite place. She leans in closer, her voice soft but carrying an edge that makes him slightly uneasy.

"So, Mortimer," Nina says, her tone casual but her eyes sharp. "If you ever need someone to talk to… I’m just a phone call away." She reaches for his phone, deftly entering her number and Mortimer hears her own phone vibrate before sliding it back to him. Mortimer watches her, unsure of her motives, but too drained to protest. He simply nods, his thoughts a tangled mess as he tries to make sense of the evening.

As Nina walks away, Mortimer sits back, staring at his phone. There’s something about the encounter that doesn’t sit right with him, but he’s too tired to dwell on it. Instead, he finishes his drink, hoping the night will pass quickly and the weight on his shoulders will ease, if only for a moment.

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[zahri-melitor]

Also on Kate Kane's age: the thing about sliding time and her age; as we are now in 2024 and Kate could only have fallen foul of DADT at late as 2011, we are now in a position where one of the following scenarios is history:-

Kate was in class of 2011/2012 and was kicked out of the military RIGHT before the ending of DADT (which ended 20 September 2011). I can just squeeze her into Class of 2012 in that she left right after Ring Weekend, that appears to occur in late August, and so there's a whole month to fit the discharge into before the DADT change (though that would be very very fast movement on everyone's part, 2011 graduating year is more likely). After this Kate spent anywhere up to about 8 years as a socialite before ending up in the fight where she became Batwoman, Jacob sent her off for secret training, and she's been an active vigilante for about 4 years now.

Kate was in the class of 2011 and kicked out of the military under DADT, she had the lost year of wandering, she then came back and had a year of socialite time, became Batwoman, ran around as a vigilante for a year, Jacob found out and sent her off to secretly train for like...5 years...before she became an active vigilante anyone knew about for about 4 years.

Kate was not discharged under DADT and actually served for a few years before some new invention as to why she quit (this is the oncoming needed scenario), then one year socialite, one year Batwoman secretly, a year or two of secret training, then public Batwoman.

The problem with scenario 1 is that the longer the socialite time stretches for Kate between leaving the military at 21 and becoming Batwoman, the more her skills atrophy and it becomes less realistic that she has a special training background she can actively draw from for her work that stands her out among the group.

The problem with scenario 2 is the longer Kate's off on secret training the more you have to ask what was she doing during that time, and why did it take so long?

The problem with scenario 3 is, of course, that the sliding timescale essentially eventually turfs the entire DADT and homophobia backstory to all of Kate's motivations.

[lean-mean-demon-genevieve]

Who’s this Anson character? I took a step back from tumblr and now I feel like I need a book to figure out what I missed lol.

With him yet again leeching off of appearing with Jared this weekend, now seems as good a time as any to circle back to this ask because I too have been perplexed by Jared’s supposed friendship with this guy for some time. And as per usual, I brought receipts.

Anson Gordon seems to first be publicly linked to the Pads in Sandy Molinare’s Instagram in 2016. This looks like he has been a part of the wealthy, and fairly conservative circle that both the Pads and the Ackles use to run with at that time.

He clout-chased a few times in 2018 in his IG story and wanted to let the world know he has famous friends, with Jared and Danneel (in the background of a video) making appearances. He then started more regularly sharing pics of himself attending UFC fights with Jared in January 2020. And since then, his presence has only grown to include other Austin goings-on, more testosterone fueled events, some weapons safety and/or stuntman gig on Walker that included some brief screen time, meeting up with the Pads on their 2021 Italy trip, Jared’s car accident last year in which he and his son were passengers, and a spot on the Pads Family Feud team earlier this year. He is seen, and confused for Jensen somehow in the comments, in this IG post of Jared’s, sliding down a slide like best buds. He is regularly seen showcasing himself on socials interacting with Pads errand boy, Charlie Capen (you won’t convince me he didn’t record that slide video), as well as Clif and various Walker actors.

I will be 100% transparent here about my political leanings that run deeper than fandom. I don’t like this guy because I feel like he is the very conservative, aging frat boy of my nightmares. I don’t care that he’s rubbed elbows with other rich people at the Out Youth Gala, he is a salesman at the end of the day. I feel like he and I would strongly disagree on a lot of important (to me) issues/values, and the transference I feel when I look at him is strong. (That means he reminds me of people I know in real life.) He appears quite motivated to flex next to Jared at any opportunity and draw attention to himself. (Jared doesn’t showcase him nearly as often. The slide post kinda surprised me. Again, who’s a good boy? Charlie is!)

To me, Anson comes off as caustic, shallow, arrogant, and chauvinistic. Here’s the story of how I got bored and nosy during the pandemic and came to these opinions:

This post from February 2021 was deleted months later as Anson posted more and more with Jared and Walker actors and gained followers/eyes on him. Now why in early 2021, would some folks from Texas even joke about secession?? The most obvious answer: the growing uproar over covid, mask mandates, vaccines, general pandemic limitations on their gentrifier (sorry/not sorry, wealthy Austinites) rich-kid fun. Look out y’all this privileged white male is “startin trouble.” Somebody ask this guy where he was on January 6th.

Exhibit B is less damning, but it irritates me so imma include it:

A smug face and pose like this with a firearm captioned “virtue signaling” sure feels like a jab at the sNoWfLaKeS, given the rest of the context. No, shooting guns isn’t a crime, and in fact it’s this guys livelihood, but why add the snark if you’re not an ass and hoping to instigate? It feels like a safe bet that gun laws were also up there on the list of reasons for Texas secession dreams.

Exhibit C, posted to his story in August ‘21 just prior to his IG account going private for a few months and right about the same time the Pads themselves got Covid:

I would love to know how Jared responded to being tagged in this mess. No I’m not suggesting he gave the Pads Covid, but I do think someone from the Pads or Walker team told ole boy to cool it with the anti-mask rhetoric so as not to reflect negatively on Jared, hence the private account. However you may feel about mask mandates at this point, remember that this was late summer/fall of 2021. Covid was obviously still rampant as the Pads and Anson himself would soon learn after returning home from Italy. How dare the Uber peasant ask that he respect his safety as he provides a service. Fuck that guy, right?!

It was after this in November 2021 that Anson first seemed to try to redeem himself by attending the Out Youth Gala with the Pads and also with his favorite accessory, his wife, in tow. What I won’t include here are the gross IG story video highlights from a different event that this tool has conveniently saved in which he documents his seemingly intoxicated wife’s side-boob for an uncomfortable amount of time. Guys can dig their wife’s bodies, and even do so on their own social media, but you gotta trust me that the ick factor is palpable. Bodily autonomy being what it is, maybe she’s ok with the multiple posts of this type, and I can respect that…and he’s shared quite a few.

But for me the final straw was when, not 24 hours after the horrific Robb Elementary school shooting in Uvalde, Texas on 5/24/22, Anson’s IG story was plugging his firearm silencer business and hyping the launch of new products at the NRA convention that coming weekend in Houston.

If you followed the link early on when I called him a salesman, you may have already figured out that this man has made a sizable fortune off of engineering top of the line silencers for assault rifles. The IG account tells me that they sell for about $700-$750 each. None of this is a crime, but he’s not exactly reading the room in this moment. In comparison, Gen was sharing post after post to her IG story during this time about the need for reform around gun laws and sympathy for the victims. But this guy knew a big convention was approaching and he needed to capitalize. Then he went golfing.

Are you still with me?

So this is why I cringe whenever I see this Wish version of Jensen snuggling up to Jared.

He’s not deserving of the positive assumptions that some fans/Jared stans have made about him based solely on his proximity to Jared. And let’s be honest, with the great big fandom divide these days, a lot of Jared fans are just all too eager to root for anyone that isn’t Jensen. But, in my opinion, you don’t get to show up at an LGBTQ fundraiser claiming to be an ally when you have no doubt voted to protect your own interests (guns, money) and cast ballots for people who also support drag bans and an end to gender affirming care. It doesn’t work like that, especially not in Texas. He’s invested in Texas staying red, and if you recall or scroll up, there was a time when it wasn’t red enough for him. He’s certainly not voting for LGBTQ+ human rights, but he will write them a check for damage control in the aftermath. What a guy.

To clarify, this is NOT an anti-Jared post, although some may see it as such. There’s no suggested call-to-action for the fandom coming from me. Jared is not Anson’s keeper. But at the same time, to an extent, we are who we associate with and with whom we spend precious time. And Jared spends a fair amount of public time with this clown and allows Anson to attach himself to him and profit off of him. Leeching onto Jared is the best thing this guy did to get his face and his veneers seen by a larger audience. So Jared, I love ya, but it’s not a good look. This guy had no qualms showing people who he was when fewer people were looking, but deleting posts doesn’t delete screenshots. And I’ve got those, as you can see.

[crystallinearts]

hey hey!! I’m alive, I’m doing relatively ok (I hate my job but that’s not unique to me lol, as soon as I manage to pass the test to get my driver’s license [that I’ve failed three times already bc I struggle with the parallel parking SPECIFICALLY during testing, I’m not terrible at it while practicing but I think I do need to practice more at that and try to ratchet down my anxiety during the test] I am OUTTA THERE gonna find another job)

and I’m sorry I haven’t done much ASMR recently! I have a ton ready to edit but I’ve been having issues with Audacity that have made it hard for me personally to edit but don’t seem to be affecting anyone else that I can find, so I get discouraged pretty fast and basically rage quit editing anything at all

(for anyone who also uses Audacity and might know what I’m struggling with or might know a solution! it’s an issue with the bottom horizontal bar you use to move the editing timeline to get to different places within a project. I prefer to move it by clicking in the space rather than sliding it, but [and I’m likely explaining this poorly] I used to be able to click in that space and it would move a single ‘frame’, but now I click in the space and it will keep moving and if I don’t click elsewhere to stop it, then it could quickly move to the end of the project instead of only moving one ‘frame’ within the timeline. it’s frustrating to me personally but it seems to be something that bothers very few other people and when it does, every solution I’ve tried hasn’t worked)

and I’ve been experiencing a lot of health issues and creative burnout within the last year or so that’s kinda put a dent in my motivation to write and draw and just generally create things unfortunately and it’s been really hard to pull myself out of, I’ve been spending a lot of time gaming and chatting with chatbots on c.ai (which I love to use as a way to help myself with writer’s block and getting myself unstuck, but when I’m also feeling burnt out it’s just another fun distraction and not something that actually helps, you know?)

also it’s very possible that ASMR specifically has gotten hard for me because a lot of the comments I get on my SoundCloud are just like. either not nice comments outright or a general vibe of “ok how am I supposed to take that? like ????” and even though everyone here is so sweet, sometimes it’s kinda difficult to feel motivated to post when the platform I’m posting directly to is just not very positive. and I hate spending the money for my yearly subscription to SoundCloud when I don’t do much there, I miss being able to post ASMR for free, but I don’t know where else I could post longer things that wouldn’t require me to pay for a platform to post them. I don’t want to give up on ASMR, never, but $120-140 a year for somewhere I posted maybe four times last year and I’m unsure how much I’ll post this year because of mental health and motivation struggles is difficult to justify to myself especially when my hours keep going down at work.

if anyone knows of any free or hell even cheaper alternatives where I could post long-form audio content (or I could convert it to videos with a pic like I used to do on YouTube), give me a holler? I’m NEVER going to stop making ASMR and posting it somewhere, even if I have to cough up the money for SoundCloud, but it just kinda makes me feel like I’m irresponsible with my money, you know? I have a lot of reasons to feel bad about myself and this is a big one lmao

ANYWAY. I’m trying to slowly get myself out of the slump I’m feeling like I’m in, I’m trying to get some writing done recently (no I didn’t start a Karlach x fem reader fic because I’m getting into BG3 and general D&D what are u talking abt u sound cuckoo bananas)

and I’ve started diamond painting so I might show off some pics of the ones I’ve done so far, as well as some pages from coloring books I’ve done bc wow I love both diamond painting and coloring uwu

and I’m HOPING to get an ASMR out within the next few weeks or so, maybe not what everyone will be looking forward to (I haven’t been in a big Genshin mood recently so I’m gonna try to edit this one I have of Dorian from Red Embrace: Hollywood)

ok so I think!! I said all I wanted to say for now

all I can say now is that I know how lucky I currently am to still be living at home where my mother is the literal best human being ever and makes sure I have a roof over my head and utilities and doesn’t make me pay for anything but food, she takes care of me and I know a lot of people aren’t as lucky as I am… the future has just been worrying me, I guess, and my brain has been spinning out and spiraling about ‘what if’s for a while now worrying about shit that hasn’t even happened yet, and it’s hard for me to be creative or even be a healthy good human when my brain is screaming at me so much

I can’t make any promises except that I’m gonna try to be more creative and a little more social (probably IRL, I desperately gotta get out of the house more) this year going forward; not because I feel like I have to be, but because I WANT to be, because being creative makes me feel good and I know that being social is good for me

thank you to everyone who’s stuck by me so far! I hope I wasn’t too crazy honest or unbearably vulnerable here haha

love you all so so so so so much!!! I hope you’re taking care of yourselves and doing your best, that’s all anyone can ask of you <3 <3 <3

[madame-mango]

okay but what if rarity was far-sighted but refused to get glasses because she was worried about whether or not theyd look good on her or if they’d match her outfits at all (and because she felt like they would get in the way of her work, whether it be them bring too tight, too loose, sliding down, breaking, etc.)

because of this she also never told the rest of thr mane six as she didnt want them to worry about it or have her get some, but they get suspicious eventually when they notice her difficulty in seeing things clearly even though they’re directly in front of her

i like to think they get her to (try to) read a book for them or something OR somehow twi tricks her into an examination, probably saying its for research or a check-up and that she’s doing this to everyone

either way they find out about her far-sightedness and she’s all pouty about it saying she doesn’t need more than the red ones she already has (which are just some cheap ones she bought a while back, they used to help somewhat but her eyes have only gotten worse so they do little to nothing for her now)

that is until twi tells her she can get any type or colour of glasses she wants and shes so excited, immediately looking around for the perfect pair but she cant choose so she just ends up getting several (probably one of each colour so she can always match her outfits (shes excessive, but shes happy and can see))

ALSO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN DRAWING MUCH LATELY:( i havent really had the motivation to do so other than a few sketches here and there unfortunately</3

[somediyprojects]

DIY Latch Hook Rug

Project by Jessica Marquez:

Latch hooking is something I did when I was young, and just thinking about making this project filled me with nostalgia — joyful, creative play with zero pressure. One thing that I forgot was just how long a project like this can take. Give yourself at least a few weeks to make this, but don’t be discouraged by the time commitment. It’s an incredibly satisfying project to complete. With quick craft projects, you rarely develop the rhythm that comes from a longer craft process, like latch hooking, knitting, or embroidery. It’s physical and meditative. I’ve always loved the process of making as much as — and sometimes even more than — the finished piece itself. Plus, it’s the perfect time of year to get cozy while making a warm rug and binge-watching your favorite shows. (I highly recommend the shows I devoured while making this: Chef’s Table and Master of None). My motivation for this rug was the thought of waking up on a cold morning and having the first thing I touch be a warm, fluffy handmade rug under my feet.

This project is inspired by one of my favorite designers, Beci Orpin, who shared a bold and colorful hook rug project in her book Make & Do. Here I created a unique geometric pattern, reminiscent of mud cloth, with pops of color. I can totally see this looking great as a monochromatic rug, too. I hope you give this a try — I know you’ll enjoy the process and the finished, cozy rug you’ll make. —Jessica

Materials

Printed pattern 20 x 25” piece of latch hook rug canvas Sharpie (Stained Sharpies work well) Tape Cardboard pieces (2) 2 ¼” x 8, (1) 2 x 8” Rubberbands Scissors 2 Skeins of yarn (268 yds each, medium “4” weight) in your main color 1 Skein of blue and white or your preferred colors Latch hook Iron-on Rug Binding

Instructions

1. Print the pattern out using Adobe and select “tile” in the print window. Tape the pattern together. The final size is 15 x 20”. You can also draw out your own pattern using graph paper to map out your design.

2.  Transfer your pattern. Iron the latch hook canvas flat to make it easier to work with, Layer the pattern under the latch hook canvas, lining it up with the grid. Tape in place and trace over the pattern with a sharpie.

3.  Cut your threads. Sandwich the narrowest cardboard piece in between the two wider pieces. Wrap the yarn around the cardboard with consistent tension. You don’t need to wrap tightly. You can slide down and gather the wrapped yarn to fit more onto the cardboard. Once it’s full, cut the tail end, secure the threads with rubber bands and then cut up the length of the cardboard piece on each side. There should be enough space on each side for your scissors to cut between the layers of cardboard. Aim for consistent yarn lengths, about 2 1/4″ long.

4.  Time to latch hook. Color by color, latch hook the rug working side to side, bottom to the middle and then flipping over. One canvas square is one knot or loop of thread(s). Follow the pattern by placing the latch on the top portion of the canvas square. Insert the latch hook into and out of a square, leaving the top of the square under the open latch hook. Slide two pieces of yarn around the latch hook. Pinch the ends of the thread making sure both sides are even. Cross the yarn over into the open latch and pull the hook down through the canvas. Pull the yarn to tighten the loop.

NOTE: When I began the rug, I started out only using one piece of thread per loop, but felt that it wasn’t thick enough for a rug. I decided to double the threads. Different yarn weights might require more or less threads. Different types of yarn will also create different textures.

5.  Bind the edges. First, flip over the canvas to see if you’ve missed any squares and fill them in as needed. Trim the edges to about 1 to 11/2” around. Press the edges of the canvas down. Measure out the length of the binding for each side and cut. Place the waxy side of the binding down halfway over  the canvas edge and press firmly with an iron on the wool setting for about 10 seconds. Lastly, give it a haircut. Trim down any pieces of yarn that are sticking out for an even surface.

Tip: You can add a no-slip backing, which also protects the threads from fraying.

[enkisstories]

Out of the rain (pt. 1 of 3)

♪ Yesterday, and days before Sun is cold and rain is hard I know Been that way for all my time ♪

It had been raining the day the planet Arkanis got liberated by the New Republic. But then again, it was always raining on Arkanis, and Arkanis was the only world the little boy knew, so for all practical purposes it was always raining everywhere.

Although living in the Imperial Officers' Academy, the boy was not a cadet. Nor was he part of the staff. In fact, the boy was nothing, and would remain a burden for at least three more years, before he could perform some simple tasks to earn his keep.

Not that he'd spent much time dwelling on his future. There was always yet another floor or stairwell to explore, and in those hours when he got stuffed into a corner as to not get into too many people’s way, the boy overlayed reality with worlds of his own. The drama going on in those worlds was epic, but the boy had already learned not to draw attention, so most of the dialogue he came up with was silent. As a result he was competent at building sentences, but less so at actually speaking the words they were made of.

Armitage (in his head): "Don't wanna talk, ey? Let's see how you like GETTING WET!"

...

Armitage (in his head): "I mean it, rebel-scum! You're getting a shower now! But first I must don my ha... my helmet."

The doors open automatically on the approach of a droid or living being with an academy tag implanted. 

The tag allows the three year old to exist somewhat independently from a very young mother, who has already put the episode that led to his creation behind her and started over, and a father whose best trait is to be absent most of the time. The boy is now getting raised by nobody and everybody at the same time, what has put the cadets under the impression that this rugrat is an orphan given over to the academy as a servant.

No, the giant gate doesn’t pose a problem. But the outside world is dangerous. You never know what you might encounter!

In a quick change of Armitage's make believe scenario, the doll he is carrying isn't a prisoner to get interrogated anymore, but a comrade in arms. Armitage tosses it on the ground and yells "Run!". Maybe the grunt will reach a safe zone, but for the commander things are looking bleak now.

Brendol: "You don't TOSS stuff you need to get rid of quickly, you DROP it. I know I told you before!"

It’s true, the boy can feel it from the way his father has said it. But how is one to remember things or pay attention, when there’s the constant pitter-patter and the flash-flash and the rumble-rumble? There are too many sounds; even after it has stopped raining, the water will go drip-drip-drip from the roof for hours.

Armitage: "Higha!"

Brendol: "Well, at least you're not a chicken."

Brendol: "What's with that silly hat, though?"

Armitage: "For da rain! Against da rain."

Brendol: "No, that's not going to fly. That's a crutch for the weak."

Armitage: "I'm weak. But clever! I know things. Like: Hat wins, rain loses."

Brendol: "And I say the hat has to go!"

Armitage: "WAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Armitage doesn't have many memories of his father smiling and those few don't have Brendol smiling at him. Except for the memory created in this very moment. The smug smile so terribly high above his eyes, while the blood shot  into his head and the world kept shaking, will never leave him.

Brendol hasn't even touched the hat, that he despises for both its function and its flower motive. A good shake suffices to make it slide off the boy's head and get stomped on.

Brendol: "Thank me later."

Brendol: "Aw, what a face. Listen, boy, you're NOT weak. Just young."

The lie hasn't become any truer from repetition. Brendol's little son is a magnet for diseases of all kind. In fact, leaving the kid on a newly discovered planet would be a good way to learn what germs and pathogens were to be expected on that world. Armitage would smile and they'd rush in for the feast.

Brendol: "Nothing wrong with you that catching a cold or two couldn't cure."

And if not... if the disease proved stronger, then better early than after already having shoved food into the frail one for years. But that won't happen. Not to HIM, to Brendol Hux. He didn't sire an inferior spawn and that youngling better remembered that!

Brendol: "Besides, you won't need the hat where we're going. There won't be this constant rain."

Armitage: "NO rain? No RAIN! Let's go NOW!"

Brendol: "We'll go by spaceship and we have to hurry, because our enemies will have caught up with us any minute. In fact, the first shells will drop before we've reached the evacuation zone, so you must..."

Armitage: "Fly, fly, fly NOW!"

Fly above the clouds. There is no rain above the clouds. It only ever pours down, never up. The higher up one is, the safer.

Brendol: He doesn't even listen...

The planet Jakku - temporary haven for the imperial remnant.

A couple of weeks later.

Armitage: I mean, he wasn't lying. It doesn't rain here.

Armitage: "I HATE YOU!!!"

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Note: Toddler!Hux is the aged down sim I'm currently using. I hadn't expected his eyes to turn out so large. Brendol is played by the Hux-sim I used in the previous save.

[tale-as-old-as-time-au]

"Even if she knew it was impossible, Chara kept stubbornly pulling Papyrus' arm in a bad attempt to drag the tall monster through the gardens. Thanks to the adrenaline she was actually able to take a few steps towards the castle, but there was only so much a small bookworm like her could do. 

So, when the king opened one of his sockets, Chara was washed with an immense wave of relief.

-Thank God, you're awake! - she exclaimed, pulling his hand with urgency - Here, get up! Can you walk? That… That thing is gone, the wolves can come back at any minute! C'mon, we need to go!

Papyrus pulled himself up, disoriented. He stumbled forward, placing some of his weight on Chara. He couldn't open his right socket and one of his legs didn't feel quite right.

-Are you ok? - the woman asked, worried, after they managed to establish a decent rhythm - You are bleeding! And you passed out very suddenly back there.

-I'm… I think I'm ok? - the man replied, unsure - I'm guessing summoning that thing used too much energy.

-What on Earth was that?

-No idea. I have never summoned anything other than bones before.

-Alright. Cool - Chara felt the weirdest urge to laugh. She might be in shock - I didn't know skeletons could bleed, by the way. Weird.

-I can also talk and walk, but bleeding is the weird part? I… Ah, fuck!

Papyrus flinched after touching the right part of his skull. There was a nasty cut on the place the wolf's claws hit his socket, no wonder he couldn't open it.

-This one might leave a scar - the man grunted, fighting the urge to keep touching the cut.

The wash of relief Chara had felt for reaching the giant front doors of the castle was suddenly dimmed by her concern.

-But… But you won't be blind in that eye, will you? - she asked, her voice coated in worry.

-It's not an actual eye, so I doubt it - the king replied, finally closing the heavy doors behind them.

They both leaned against the doors and slided to the floor in synchrony, the adrenaline leaving their bodies and being replaced by exhaustion. 

After a minute of silent panting on the floor, Papyrus turned his skull at Chara.

-Hey, are you hurt?

-I'm not - she replied, also turning to face him.

-Great, I can scold you then - he frowned at the human, keeping his voice dangerously low - Haven't I specifically told you "the barrier doesn't affect wild animals so don't leave the castle at night"? It was one of the first things I've ever said to you. What the hell were you thinking?

-I wasn't thinking - the woman replied, also frowning. She suddenly remembered she was mad at him - But I had just found out everything we've been through ever since day one was a huge, huge lie, I was devastated. I didn't think, I just had to leave this place. I had to run. I was too hurt to think.

-I… - Papyrus hesitated for a moment before proceeding - I also told you not to go to the west wing. God, why can't you follow simple instructions?

-Wha… Wait, do you want me to be sorry for discovering your dirty secret? - Chara asked, outraged - Don't you dare to throw this blame on me! I didn't even know I was in the west wing, all the wings look exactly the same!

They DID NOT look exactly the same, but Papyrus held his tongue on that. That girl had the sense of direction of a brick, it was very possible she ended up there by accident. A very, very unfortunate accident that almost got them both killed.

The monster held the bridge of his nasal bone, grunting. What a fantastic day.

Chara's hands were grabbing her dress with so much strength her knuckles were white. Then, she let go of it with a shaky sigh, just as her eyes filled with water.

-I'm really sorry about your injuries though - the woman murmured, gulping - Thank you for saving my life."

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Updates here are very sporadic. Very. Weird thing is, I had 95% of this post (including the drawing) ready for MONTHS. I just couldn't find the motivation to finish it.

(And I love how this Chara gets lost all the time. She's so me!)