#I should be working on my roleplays right now I'm sorry

[thewhumpcaretaker]

TODAY I AM INSATIABLE

I wish to stumble upon a man in the forest as he flies from some unnamed horror and warm him beside my fire while he tells me the story of the fated curse from which he flees until he falls asleep against my shoulder and then in the morning build him a tiny cabin with our bare hands with moss upon the roof and wards along the doorways more powerful than he can understand and bring him with me to the market to sell some of the strange and beautiful wooden pendants that he carves with his pocketknife and buy for him every protective spell that we can find (as well as a new woodstove out of iron and a fine vest) and wait beside him when the creatures of the night begin to circle the house and strange phantom pains beset his body and strange temptations beset his mind and pray over him in fury until the god who has doomed him reveals themself and approaches our doorway to claim him and I tear out its throat <3

[roosterforme]

Sloppy Math Homework | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley is the first one to admit that he always has been and always will be a sucker for how smart you are. There's something so hot about you in teacher mode, and he loves it when you take charge. But he's in for a surprise when you dole out a new kind of punishment for turning in sloppy work that leaves him fully at your mercy.

Warnings: Swears, fluff, smut, teacher/18+ student roleplay, spanking, paddling, consensual roleplay punishment

Length: 2400 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time! Banner by @mak-32 Check out my masterlist

Bradley's heart was pounding when he walked through the front door to find you still dressed in your work clothes even though you got home around lunchtime on Fridays. He had been prepared to start cooking dinner, but the sight of you in your loafers and snug tweed skirt was enough to make his cock twitch.

"Are you ready for class, Mr. Bradshaw?" you asked, hands on your hips and one eyebrow raised. 

He took a deep breath and nodded slowly before he said, "I am so ready for calculus class, Dr. Sugar." Your smirk had his brain working overtime, wondering what exactly you had in mind for him. A blowjob if he aced his exam? Sex on your desk if he could solve the equation tattooed at the top of your ribcage? A handjob that lasted as long as he could accurately recite the decimals in pi?

It didn't matter what it was, he wanted it. He was aching for it. Bradley was a mess for his wife. And when you shook your pretty head at him standing there in his uniform and said, "You're not dressed for class," he could feel his cock pressing the inside of his zipper through his underwear. 

He glanced down at his khaki shirt and pants. "What should I be wearing, Professor?" he asked in a low, deep voice that had you getting a little flustered. He could tell. He knew all of your cues, and right now you were squeezing your thighs together.

You cocked your head slightly to the side and eyed him up and down. "I just don't think that's what a college student would be wearing to his weekly math lecture, Beer Boy."

Ah, okay. So you wanted college Beer Boy right now. Bradley could absolutely deliver on that for you. "Sorry, Professor," he mumbled, looking at the floor and his boots. "You're right. I'm not dressed appropriately for your class."

You nodded and said, "Meet me in my office when you're ready to learn something new." And with that, you spun and disappeared down the hallway leaving Bradley to watch the sway of your ass in all that tight tweed fabric. 

You were sexy academia personified for him, and he loved it so much when you wanted to be in charge. But truly, Bradley felt a little bad for the twenty something year old guys who had to sit through your classes. You just looked that good. You looked good when you were at The University of Virginia as a math major, and somehow you looked even hotter now as a math professor. 

He smirked. He'd enjoyed your body at both of those points in time. And he was the only one who knew exactly where and how much you'd filled out from your twenties to your thirties. "Shit," he grunted, realizing he was wasting time thinking about your tits when he could probably be looking at them. 

Bradley tore into the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. He was already hard enough that it was challenging to get his uniform pants off, but he managed to leave a pile of khaki clothing on the floor as he rummaged around for his favorite Grateful Dead shirt. It was neatly folded in the dresser with your clothing since you wore it way more frequently than he did. But he pulled it on and found the University of Chicago hat you'd given him and tossed it on backwards. You always liked to run your fingers through his curls that stuck out from beneath his hats, and Bradley was practically panting just thinking about it.

He palmed himself through his boxer shorts as he pushed your office door open a little wider, grinning where you'd written SUGAR LOVES BEER BOY across it. And then he spotted you, sitting on the edge of the desk with your legs crossed. A few more of the buttons on your blouse were open now, and you were gesturing to your desk chair. 

"Have a seat, Mr. Bradshaw." Your voice was soft and sultry, nothing like the tone you used when you gave a lecture to your students. How did he get this fucking lucky? 

"Yes, Dr. Sugar," he replied, and you smirked. He stepped closer to the soft glow coming from his navy desk lamp which lived in this room, and he slipped down into your chair. Bradley desperately wanted to run his hands up your legs and tuck them inside your skirt, but he knew he wouldn't be allowed. So instead, he took the pencil and calculator you handed to him and looked up at your pretty face.

"I want you to work on your math homework sheet," you whispered, flipping over the single sheet of paper in front of him on the desk. Then you leaned down and kissed his temple, brushing your lips along the hair sticking out from under his cap. "Get started."

Bradley groaned softly, unsure how exactly he was going to be able to do this when his cock was aching so much. Plus, you were making no secret of the fact that you were looking at his tented boxers like you wanted to climb in his lap. 

"You're really proud of yourself, aren't you?" he asked, punching some numbers into the calculator to try to solve the first problem. "You got me so hard, I can barely concentrate, and all you did was talk to me and kiss my fucking hair."

You stroked your fingers along the strands of his hair you had kissed and said, "No cursing in my classroom. And no talking at all while you're working."

Bradley grunted as he scribbled down an answer for the first problem that he was actually pretty sure was correct. Visiting your evening lectures had really started to pay off. He'd always been pretty good at math, but now he was proficient in calculus and linear algebra. The only problem was, when most people thought about school, it turned them off. But simply looking at math problems made him harder. There was probably something wrong with him. 

You hummed as he answered the second equation, but when he looked up at your face, you said, "Eyes on your paper, Mr. Bradshaw."

"Yes, Professor," he whispered, and he was rewarded with the sight of you licking your lips. He was aching for a blowjob right now. He might get one if all of his answers were correct. So as quickly as he could, Bradley finished the remaining questions and slid the paper closer to you. "How did I do?"

You sank your teeth into your lip as you looked at him. Then you took the paper in your hands and murmured, "Let's see..."

Every little twitch of your brow and the way your eyes narrowed after a moment were telling enough, but when you met his gaze over the paper, he knew he had missed one. 

"If you just give me another minute, Dr. Sugar-"

"I gave you plenty of time already, Mr. Bradshaw," you said, stroking along his scarred cheek with your nails as you set the paper aside. You wrapped your fingers down along his chin and tipped his face up to meet yours. When you leaned in and kissed his lips sweetly, he was immediately reaching for your body. But then you jerked his chin up another inch and said, "But you missed number five, and I don't accept sloppy math homework."

Bradley groaned as your nails raked down his neck, because this was doing nothing to alleviate his erection. And now he was a little nervous about that problem he missed. "Does this mean you're going to make me take care of this myself?" he whispered, gesturing to his tented boxer shorts. 

The devilish smirk on your face actually thrilled him as you said, "Not exactly." Then you stood and took both of his hands gently in yours and pulled him to his feet. Bradley groaned as his erection trailed up your body until his length was resting against your belly. You pressed one more kiss to his lips and adjusted his backward cap as he throbbed against you. Then you stepped to the side and guided him to place both of his palms on your desk. 

Bradley looked at you and asked, "What's happening here?" Then you walked behind him and pushed the chair toward the center of the room, and Bradley felt your hands reach inside the elastic of his boxer shorts and start to guide them down until they dropped down to his feet. 

"What's happening is your punishment for your sloppy homework. Keep your palms on the desk, Mr. Bradshaw." You ran your hands softly along Bradley's ass, and he didn't move an inch. His cock was painfully hard now and leaping in the air, begging to be touched. 

He turned to his left where you were kissing along his neck now as you squeezed his ass. He moaned, "Baby, I might cum. I'm not even kidding."

You gasped and slapped his ass, and Bradley's jaw dropped open. "Baby? I'm your teacher! Show me some respect."

"P-Professor Sugar," he managed as his skin stung where you hit him. Then to Bradley's surprise, you opened the top drawer of your desk, and sitting right next to your post it notes was his Beta Gamma fraternity paddle. It was made of solid oak and painted in a psychedelic tie dye pattern that he always thought looked really cool. But the last time he saw the thing, it was on top of the bedroom closet. And as you wrapped your fingers around the handle, it dawned on Bradley why it was here and why he was standing like this.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, and the look of mischief was gone as you squeezed his bicep and kissed the edge of his mustache. "I thought it might be fun to spank you, Beer Boy. But if you say no, then I'll put it away, and we can find something else fun to do."

Bradley eyed the paddle, and his mind was flooded with memories of his fraternity days. Not all of them were good, but he'd met you at his frat house. And you were the best thing in his life. And for some reason, the idea of that tie dye paddle hitting his bare skin was actually appealing to him. This was not something he had ever thought about before, but in the hands of his wife, he wanted it.

"Yes," he replied, kissing your lips as you started to smile. "I want you to, Professor Sugar."

You nodded and whispered, "If you don't like it, just tell me." Then you squared your shoulders and said in a louder voice, "I can't go easy on you, because you'll keep pulling this stunt over and over with me."

"I understand," he replied, letting you bend him a little more at the waist as you strolled around to stand behind him. And then he yelped as the paddle made solid contact with his right ass cheek. "Oh, fuck." But no sooner had he muttered those words than the paddle hit him in the same spot again. The stinging was intense as you apparently wound up to send the paddle to the same place a third time. "Baby," he whined, because if anything, he was more turned on than before.

Your only response was to switch to his other side and bring the paddle to an untouched patch of skin. Over and over until it was burning so much that Bradley was recoiling from the sound and feel of it. But his hips were thrusting forward now, and he was practically begging for relief from your mouth or your pussy. But he kept his palms planted on the top of the desk. And the pleasure and stinging pain mingled in his mind so much that he found himself whining your name. 

A moment later, you set the paddle on the desk next to his left hand, and Bradley looked up into your lust filled eyes. "Sugar?" he gasped, and you were prying his hands from the desk and pulling him close. Your lips came crashing into his as you grabbed at his shirt. He was rutting into you now, afraid he'd cum on your tweed but unwilling to try to hold himself back. 

"Bradley, that was so fucking hot," you moaned, turning him around and pushing him down to sit on the desk. It felt delightfully cold on his raw skin, but he winced at the same time. It was almost too much to handle. But then you were yanking your skirt up to reveal you were bare underneath, and you scrambled up onto his lap. 

"Easy," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. But then your perfectly tight warmth came sinking down around his cock, and he knew he was going to last about ten seconds in this state. He shook his head and whispered, "I'm gonna cum."

You held his face gently in both hands and kissed his forehead as you told him, "You earned it." And all the while you bounced up and down on him, bottoming out and whining softly.

So Bradley took your perfect ass in both of his palms and guided you just how he wanted you, and then he filled you up with his cum. You were peppering his cheeks with kisses as he sat there with his lips parted, trying to catch his breath. 

"You just spanked me with my Beta Gamma paddle. For my sloppy math homework," he marveled out loud, still nestled inside you. "When I'm not even your student."

You let your cheek come to rest on his shoulder and said, "You're my best student." Then your fingers were teasing at his curls sticking out from under his hat. "And if you enjoyed it, we can do it again."

Bradley groaned and said, "My ass needs a couple days off after that." Then he smirked as he reached for the paddle and rubbed it gently across your bare bottom. Your eyes went wide as your head came off his shoulder. "Yours on the other hand..."

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Oh look, a new kink unlocked for Beer Boy and Sugar. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[thequeenofwands777]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

pairing: leon s. kennedy x reader

summary: a trip to medical ends in a steamy encounter between Leon and his sexy nurse. (leon and his slutty!wifey roleplay a bit)

words: 4.4k

warnings: 18+ smut, some plot, mostly smut, rough sex, unprotected sex: wrap it before you tap it, daddy kink, switch!leon kennedy, switch!reader, officer leon kennedy, domestic leon kennedy, re2/re6 leon kennedy, i couldn't decide, oral sex (m-receiving), slight orgasm denial, spanking, biting, hair-pulling, all that fun stuff, medical inaccuracies (probably)

notes: pure self indulgent filth. minors pls don't interact, it's for your own good. i'm a sick person.

"Ow! Fuck, be careful..." Leon growls, wincing in pain while you disinfect the wound on his cheek "It stings, stop it..."

"What's wrong?" You ask, pulling away.

"It stings like hell! Do you have anything that can numb it?" He replies as he winces even more at just the touch. Such a baby, you think. "The sooner it heals up, the better...".

"I'm– I'm sorry, Officer Kennedy, but I'm afraid that won't be possible. In order to apply a numbing ointment, I'd still have to disinfect the wound first." You say softly, using a feather-like touch to continue your job.

"Why is everything in this goddamn job so painful...?" He mutters to himself as he holds his breath during the disinfection. "Just hurry up, please. How’s it looking anyways?"

"It's not too bad. You won't be needing stitches. It should heal nicely." You say optimistically, continuing to dab at his wound. "It’d be a shame to permanently scar that face." You mutter teasingly to take his attention away from the pain.

He blushes a little bit as you compliment him and he tries to hide it. "Well, even if it left a scar I wouldn't be bothered that much... Scars are a symbol that you've survived against the odds. They tell stories of the past, you know?"

"Yes, you're absolutely right. And... I heard scars are quite sexy to the ladies." You say, raising your brows with a smile. He blushes a bit as you say that.

"Huh? Well, I guess you're right. Though… I think what ladies really like is a confident man,” He replies smugly. "And I'm definitely not shy when it comes to beautiful women."

"Yeah?" You prod, taking a gentle hold of his chin to turn his face in order to see his wound more clearly.

His blush intensifies as you do this and he looks straight into your eyes. "Yeah.... And a beautiful lady like you could make any man confident." he whispers as his face goes completely red.

"Mhh, you flatter me, Officer Kennedy." You chuckle, sadly dropping his chin to dispose of your dirtied sanitizing supplies and dig through your first aid kit for a butterfly bandage. You remove it from its packaging, ignoring his intense stare. "I need to pinch the split skin together in order to ensure the wound closes accordingly, is that alright?" You ask.

"Y-Yeah, go ahead..." He replies as he sees you taking the butterfly bandage out. He notices you ignoring him and not returning his stare, which makes him feel embarrassed. Does she not like my compliments?

Your bashful expression says otherwise. Carefully, you press the split skin together, closing the wound with the butterfly bandage. Your touch was gentle.

He stares at your expression with a small smile as he sees you applying the bandage, feeling relaxed as your touch is gentle. He notices your bashfulness and it makes him feel excited that you could be interested in him.

"You are very... uh... delicate, aren't you?" He says, stumbling over his words a bit.

"All in a day's work..." You reply, delicately applying a soothing ointment to his wound now that it was disinfected. You move from his side, removing your gloves with ease. One falls to the floor and you bend to pick it up, accidentally exposing the lacy underwear beneath your short nurse's outfit.

He notices you bending to pick up the glove that dropped, revealing your panties. He blushes even more as takes in your beautiful figure, and he has to hold his breath in order to not let a moan escape his mouth.

He tries to hide his embarrassment by looking away but he can't help it as his eyes keep focusing back on you. He tries to speak up. "Why– do you wear such...uh...cute clothes for this? I thought you were supposed to wear more neutral outfits for this kind of job...?"

"Oh, um… The higher-ups thought it would help boost the patients’ morale." You explain, throwing away the soiled supplies. Leon's eyes follow your form as it moves beneath your tight dress.

"I think it's just a lame excuse to be able to leer at the nurses. What's really so morale-boosting about some lace panties?" He says, his blush still very much present. "Well... Not that I'm complaining though... You do look very cute in these..." He blushes even more as he tries to hide it. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you hear his words. 

"...that's just a personal preference. They don't really care about what we wear beneath the uniform." You say shyly, embarrassed that he caught that detail.

"Oh, well... If it's a personal preference, you've sure got great taste." He tries to joke as his heart starts racing even faster. He still finds the clothes a bit weird to be using in this context, but he still can't complain when the clothes are this cute on you.

You shyly bite your lip and run your fingers across the short hem on your dress. "It's protocol to keep you here overnight for observation. Can I help you with anything else to make your stay more enjoyable?" You ask innocently, too innocently for your suggestive tone. His face turns into a huge smile as he hears the last sentence and raises an eyebrow. 

"Uh...? What do you mean by that?" He replies in a flustered manner as his blush deepens even more. Something tells you he knows exactly what you mean.

"Just doing my job, sir." You say innocently, moving towards him. "Here let me help you." You offer, urging him forward. Your touch is gentle as you run your hand up his strong arm. When he leans forward, you fluff the pillows behind him before moving your hand across his toned chest, urging him back. You giggle sweetly at his stunned expression. "Much better, right?"

He starts to feel more and more flustered by your sweet tone and your soft hands. 

He's starting to feel something rising down there, and he's hoping you don't notice… You’re definitely way too gentle and sweet with him...

"Y-Yeah... It already feels better... Thanks, nurse..." He mumbles as his lips curve up into a smile.

"You can call me Y/n." You suggest, biting your lip. Leon's eyes are drawn to the sweet blush across your cheeks. I bet she's a brat in bed, he thinks.

"Mhh... Y/n..." He says, tasting the words in a flirty tone as his smile gets a lot more confident. He notices you biting your lip and that you’re feeling a bit shy, and it makes him want to tease you... It'd be so fun to make her fall even more for him. "That's a very cute name for such a beautiful lady..."

"Mhh, you think so?" You giggle sweetly, your touch gentle as you run your hand soothingly up his strong arm.

“Yeah, I love this name. I haven't met any beauty as sweet and as lovely as you before. With a name to match. " He replies as he starts feeling his heart racing even faster. He's getting excited by the way you’re treating him. It's so relaxing and so hot at the same time, and his body is becoming very sensitive to your touch... 

And… the feeling down there now is becoming harder and harder to hide.

"Thank you, Leon. You're so sweet." You say, shyly brushing your hair back. Leon's eyes fall to the way your breasts press against each other at the action. God, this uniform mandate really was morale-boosting.

"Can I help you with anything else, Leon?" You ask sweetly, tilting your head innocently. Your eyes, however, are anything but innocent. She was definitely a brat in bed, Leon decides. Teasing him like this, how cruel.

“You know very well what I want, don't you?..." He dares to say with a small wink. "And you're still playing innocent?" He shakes his head with a tsk.

You widen your eyes purposefully. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid I don't understand. Is there something else that needs treating that I missed, Leon?"

He sighs in a playful-annoyed tone as you’re playing innocent again. He finds it cute and hot, but it's also driving him crazy. “As cute and innocent as you're trying to look, Y/n, it's not that hard to know what a man wants..." He replies in a flirtatious tone as he smirks at you. "But maybe I need to make it more clear for you..."

As soon as he feels your breath on his ear, he shivers and goosebumps appear all over his body. She's too good at this. "I would really appreciate it if you communicated every ache, every itch that needs scratching, sir." You say, bending to whisper the words in his ear sweetly. 

He manages to regain control over himself quickly, grabbing your arm and pulling you against him. He nuzzles into your neck as he whispers back in a playful manner. "Every ache... And itch... I've got one in a specific place. Maybe you could help me by scratching it–?"

"Mhh, or do you need me to kiss it better, Leon?" You tease, licking your bottom lip suggestively before biting the plump flesh with a wink.

His face turns into a huge blush and his heartbeat starts accelerating even more as he watches you move in close, staring into his eyes. His mind goes absolutely blank and he can only stare at you in shock. His breathing becomes heavier as he looks at your lips and how you bite them... He's lost in the moment and he can’t really comprehend what you just said.

"Leon? Can you show me where it hurts?" You continue to tease him with a pout. God, she was such a fucking brat.

He can't help but feel both embarrassed and surprised at how forward your question is. He clears his throat "Uh... R-Right here..." He says in a nervous manner as his blush deepens even more, then he points at his lap. You follow his line of sight and smile.

"Aww, poor baby. How long has it been hurting?" You pout, a mischievous look in your eyes before you move to lock the door and shut the blinds.

He looks at you with a shocked expression as he watches you.

Wow... Is she really doing this? He thinks to himself as he shifts a bit in excitement.

"Do you want me to kiss it better, baby?" You ask sweetly.

Leon starts to feel his breath getting heavier as his heart is racing faster "Ah... Y-Yeah..." He replies softly, still feeling his face turn into a brighter red as he slowly nods.

"Alright, help me up, baby." You say, toeing your white high heels off, leaving you in white thigh-high stockings. You raise up onto the bed with his help, your soft form shifting in the cute, tight nurse's outfit. 

He gazes up at you while you get on the bed. He's completely transfixed.

You lean in, resting yourself on his lap. Leaving a trail of kisses down the sensitive skin of his neck, you continue to tease him. "Where did it hurt again, sir?"

His body shudders violently as he feels your warm breath on his skin.

"I-It's here..." He answers as he lays back a bit and palms at his aching length through his trousers.

"Mhh." You sigh into his ear, riling him up further. "Will you let me make it better?"

"Y-Yeah..." 

"Here, help me out of this." You say innocently, guiding his hands up to your body, encouraging him to palm at your chest and unfasten the buttons of your nurse's dress. He gulps as you say that, but he immediately starts unbuttoning the uniform as you asked. This is happening... This is really happening...

"Thank you, sir." You sigh, slipping the dress off your shoulders, exposing your body to him. He's almost speechless as his eyes are filled with shock and surprise when he sees you in this state. The white lingerie and the white thigh-high stockings. Fuck, she is so sexy , Leon thinks to himself, pressing his crotch up. You moan at the contact.

"O-Oh... W-wow..." He mutters dumbly as a pretty blush creeps up his neck, too transfixed to speak but he's not complaining one bit, on the contrary.

You giggle sweetly, biting your lip and leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, right on the wound you had cleaned and dressed for him. Your kiss sends shivers all over his body. He can't help but keep his eyes closed, feeling his breath getting heavier yet again and his heartbeat speeding up even more.

After the kiss, all he can do is stare at you with a look of pure happiness, looking at you as if he had never witnessed something so beautiful as you in his entire life.

"Let me treat you, hmm?" You offer, sliding your body down his, until your breasts are resting on his lap. You gaze up at him as you move to unbuckle his belt, the piercing sound making you shiver. You bite your lip and eye him innocently, pulling him out of his pants and leaving a kiss at the tip of his length. 

He gulps once again and smiles at her. She is just stunning... It's like those goddesses from the movies, but even better... You’re absolutely perfect in his eyes. He can't help but feel his heartbeat accelerating yet again.

You release him from your hold to let your hair down from its confinement, your nurse's cap still resting delicately on top of your head.

"God, you're... beautiful, Y/n." He says in such a soft and honest tone as he stares at you with a big smile on his face, his eyes filled with pure admiration.

You smile back up at him, taking him back into your hold and licking up his length with a wink. "Thank you, sir. I aim to please."

He lets out a soft gasp as he feels your lips. It's such a warm feeling. He's slowly losing the ability to speak at this point.

You notice his speechless state and giggle, taking him into your mouth with a sweet moan at his taste. The vibration sent shivers down Leon's spine. his eyes immediately snap open with a huge blush as he lets out a groan this time. 

You continue to work up and down his length, swirling your tongue around him as you bring him to a state of complete bliss. When you see his writhing form getting close, you release him from your mouth with a vulgar pop!

The sweet feeling is so intense, it's just, indescribable. And it was driving him crazy. He was never expecting such a sensation, yet he just couldn't ask her to stop... Oh, how could she do such a perfect job? This is heaven... But she's also leaving him... Edging him…

God, why? He feels like this must be the best feeling in the world, so he's unable to say anything as he can't think straight on his own. And maybe he doesn't care. It felt so good...so, so, sooo good...he was completely at her mercy... And—

"Mhh, does it feel better yet, Mr. Leon?" You ask teasingly.

"N-Nnn... Not yet..." He replies breathlessly, his body trembling with every movement of yours. He's completely lost at this moment, and it doesn't seem like he's able to really think straight. He's already moaning again from your work. He just can't resist you. It must be impossible to resist her.

Without warning, you take him down your throat once again. Leon squirms beneath you at the feeling, pressing his hips closer to you with a pathetic whimper. He was so close.

You don’t stop this time, working him until he's a moaning mess, spilling into your pretty mouth with an airy groan. 

He can't help but bite his lip as he experiences the most incredible sensation he had ever felt in his entire life. The thing that really kills him is the way you smile up at him as you lick up his essence, so innocently. Brat, he thinks with half-lidded eyes. You release his softening length with a sigh, swiping up with the bit of his cum that had spilled out of your mouth before licking it up with a moan.

"Does it feel better, sir?" He hears you say. He lets out a contented noise as he looks down at you. His body shivers as you tuck him back into his pants with ease before moving up his body, pressing your breasts into his toned chest.

He's enjoying his time with you quite a lot.

She's such a beauty... Everything about her is just so perfect... She's just... Absolutely perfect... He sighs once more and smiles at you, his arms sliding around your waist.

"Thank you, Y/n.” He says with a tender tone as he feels his breath accelerating yet again, feeling his heart rate increase with the movement of your body against his.

He lets out another contented noise as he's unable to control himself, and he starts kissing your cheek. 

Her body felt so good against his...

She was truly perfection. He could tell you were enjoying this too. She's just perfect, all of her. Her beauty and charm, her innocence and brattiness.

"Mhh, need you."  Is all you can say, whimpering into his ear as you press your aching core against him and lick at his neck. You’re trembling above him, your arousal evident. Poor thing, she must be so worked up, Leon thinks.

His body shivers violently, feeling your tongue and your breath on his neck. He has never felt like this. And now all he can think of is more. And more. Of you. Your touch was driving him crazy. Your tongue...  

God, this must be heaven... He wants to return the favor. To please you like you’re doing to him. But, where to start?

He feels you guide his hands to your body, as if giving him permission to touch you. And he's not one to resist an angel’s directions. His hands start exploring everything he can reach and touch as he starts to feel you all over. His eyes widen as he does this.

"You're so soft... so sweet... and all mine..." His voice is shining with excitement as he moves his hands, gently moving them around your body. The lights above shine down on you, creating the illusion of a halo around your sweet form. Leon can't help himself anymore, sitting up and bringing you with him, licking a stripe up your neck as he palms your sweet ass. "You're perfect, Y/n.” He says breathlessly before leaning in to kiss your lips passionately.

You moan into the kiss, knitting your delicate fingers into his soft hair, pulling at the light strands.

As the kiss goes on, he moves his hands to your arms and starts holding you close. He can't express his feelings enough, this was heaven and all his emotions are overwhelming him a little right now. You’re too beautiful. His mind simply can't believe that you’re here, with him. 

The most beautiful thing on earth. He can't put it into words. All he can do is continue kissing you. A few more kisses is all he wants now. He is already beyond content as it is.

But you aren't, squirming in his lap for contact.

 "Please..." You moan sweetly into the kiss, running your perfectly-manicured nails down his toned back. The nails against his body feel like fire. He's getting even more sensitive to the sensation. 

He breaks the kiss after a few seconds, still shaking a little but looking at you with a look of pure bliss as he breathes a bit heavier. He's still holding you close. A string of saliva connects you two and Leon takes in your desperate expression with arousal forming in him once again. God, I want to ruin her.

"What is it, Y/n? What do you want?" Leon asks with a smile, kissing your cheek once again. He runs his hands up your stocking-clad thighs, squeezing at the soft flesh, his lip caught between his teeth at the sight of your body. He trails a hand up, delighting in the way you squirms, before reaching your jaw. You moan shyly, hiding your face in his neck. He brushes your hair back and eyes you curiously. "Tell me. Anything. It's all yours..."

"Please. I need you." You stumble to say, catching his thumb in between your lips and sucking at it, reminding him of your earlier treatment.

He smiles, feeling the sound of your moaning and feeling your breath on his neck. He can feel his arousal growing again.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do..." He replies with a commanding tone, looking at you with a heated gaze.

"I... I want you. To fill me, please." You plead sweetly. A faint smile crosses across his face as he hears you. He felt his heart beating faster, this was what he wanted. 

He nods, looking directly into your pretty eyes as he orders you. "On your hands and knees, now."

You whimper at his words, turning around in his lap and getting on your hands and knees, your firm, supple ass right in front of his face.

He takes a deep breath before speaking again, his voice still full of authority. "Good girl..."

You moan out loud at his words, rubbing your tight-clad thighs together for a semblance of contact to your most sensitive area. "Please. Please, sir."

His eyes widen a little as you continue moaning and begging him. He looks at you as he sits up behind you, a little grin as he speaks now, his voice a little less commanding and a little more caring now. "Please what, babydoll?"

“Please, fill me!" You moan, wiggling your hips in an attempt to entice him to act. 

His body moves automatically as he lets out a soft groan, removing himself from his trousers once again. He was trying to be more dominant and strict, but that was so hard when it came to her. He couldn't help but smile seeing her squirm. She must really be enjoying this. 

Brat, he thinks, an idea popping up in his head at the thought. He delivers a firm slap to your ass. “Try again. But this time, ask me nicely."

"’M sorry. Please, sir, please fill me up." You whimper, arching into the mattress and pushing your hips against his. When you feel him begin to palm your ass, you smile against your forearm, arching into his touch.

"... Good girl..." You moan at the way he addresses you. The feeling of him tearing off those lace panties that began this all makes you bite your lip, overwhelmed by excitement. "Tell me what you want one more time." He says, teasing at your soaked entrance. Your cheeks are burning now as you try to push your hips against his, but his firm hold on your waist prevents you from succeeding. "C'mon, babydoll. Tell me what you want your daddy to do." Leon says, palming your ass and grinding against your core without entering you. You whine at the contact, the sheets beneath you wrinkling as your hold on them tightens. 

"Please, daddy, please, fuck me." You moan out. He looks at you with a smile. When he pushes into your soaked heat without warning, you can't help but moan pathetically. "Oh, Leon!"

"Yeah, babydoll?" He says with a teasing smile. "You just needed your daddy, didn't you?"

“Yes, please. Harder!" You moan, your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he fucks you roughly. He gives your ass a firm slap, biting his lip as your moans reach his hearing.

"...such a good girl ..." You whine at his words, beginning to fuck yourself on his cock, your hips slamming back against his roughly. Leon's hands creep up and undo your bra, exposing your chest to the cold atmosphere.

Your moans begin to blend into each other, alerting Leon that you were close to reaching your peak. 

“‘M gonna cum.” You whimper. He pulls you up by the shoulder, his grip firm before he slinks his hand into your hair, pulling roughly at the strands. You whine pathetically at the treatment. “Can I cum?”

His mind is going crazy. This is pure perfection. Pure heaven.

"You know better. Ask me again." He growls, palming at your breasts, tweaking your sensitive nipples before he bites at your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin.

"Can I cum, please? Please, daddy." You whimper into his ear, resting your head back on his shoulder as he continues to thrust up into your warm heat. 

His arousal spikes and he bites his lip a little. "Yes, cum for me."

At his command, you feel that knot in your stomach snap, your body beginning to tremble as incoherent moans of pleasure spill from your pretty, swollen lips. 

If not for Leon holding you up, you would have slumped onto the mattress, exhaustion filling you as you began to come down from your peak. Leon gently leads you onto your stomach and continues to use you for his own pleasure. It's not long before Leon reaches his peak once again, spilling into your trembling form with an airy groan, his grip firm on your ass and hip. You whine at the roughness.

He looks down at you as he catches his breath, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. His heart is beating harder and faster than ever. He's got to be dreaming. He's never been so happy. 

He eases out of you slowly, turning you onto your back and wiping away the tears staining your heated cheeks. "Good girl, such a good girl for me, babydoll."

"Mhh, just wanna be your good girl." You whine, nuzzling into his neck as he rests his body weight on you. His smile only grows a bit bigger as he hears your words.

"And you'll always be my good girl, isn't that right?" He says, kissing you on the cheek.

You giggle sweetly, biting your lip before releasing the plump flesh and scrunching your nose at him cutely. "I love you, Leon."

"I love you too, babydoll..." He replies with a soft smile on his face, his voice sounding even more soft and sweet than before.

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"girl please" is a neutral phrase lmao but my bad ig. anyway, to 99% of the population a fetish and a kink mean more or less the same thing. if there's a difference could you explain it? thx... btw you're not a feminist if you think it's ok to draw or get off to sexual art of children, even if they're fictional/cartoon... you do realize a lot of shota and loli content is traced from photos of kids, right? my abuser made cartoon csem traced from my photos. :/

My dad used to force me to watch csem and distributed csem of me also exists. I actually get sent it sometimes on facebook who I know are just my dad using sock puppet accounts. Did I win the CSA Olympics? Am I now enough of an authority of this trauma to make unsubstantiated claims? I could trauma dump unsolicited on you too but I have compassion so I won't and also I'm not about to plead for my humanity from someone who won't listen and engage in good faith anyways.

I'm sorry that happened to you but it would have happened regardless of the existence of lolisho. Abusers are gonna abuse no matter what. This was the first thing I learned in therapy. What's funny is it was lolisho that help me realize my abuse. Yes I understood sexual abuse conceptually but I couldn't recognize it happening to ME until I saw my situation reflected back at me in a safe sane scenario. My therapist said it was bc I was repressing it in denial and only allowing myself to fantasize about it in a safe environment was I able to recognize it as abuse. Funny how life works like that huh.

Oh to explain I completely forgot bc I had to write this twice bc Tumblr crashed. A fetish is a sexual reliance on something to achieve sexual arousal or gratification and can be sexual.outside of sexual contexts. A kink amplifies sexual gratification, usually has to do with roleplay or sexual acts/positions/height/weight and has to be negotiated and communicated and consentual. Ppl do use them interchangeably BUT specifically with the word fetishize ur using it wrong in this case. To fetishize something there must be both dehumanization and objectification. U can not dehumanize or objectify fictional characters they are not human and are already objects.

No I don't support sexual art of children. This sort of phrasing is just a deliberate misrepresention so u can position urself as morally righteous and disengage from the conversation early and not have to examine what anyone is actually saying. They are fictional characters. They can be any age, any race and body type and have any name at any time. They are objects. They don't exist and can not accumulate trauma the way you or i can. They do not need protection.

If u don't like it that's fine. Especially considering your trauma. But ur claim is unsupported and wildly inaccurate. Do not projects ur trauma onto others especially as it pertains to facts about criminal psychology and sex crimes. This is unhealthy and will lead to paranoia that same paranoia that brought u to ur conclusion here. This is not pervasive enough in lolisho to be considered a trend or even the default. But you also could be sharing real abusive images/scenarios no matter what form of media u engage with. But that doesn't not mean we should sanitize art and media on the off chance someone could be evil. Your not exempt from the same personal responsibility ur trying to place on me just bc u don't engage in fictional pornographic material and it's not especially heinous when it's fictional art versus and any other medium. We could all be unknowingly sharing and engageing with abusive material but all we can do is protect and believe victims and figure out as a society how to reduce harm.

No banning lolisho or any media is not a solution. Studies show most csem is produced/distributed by parent/guardians. The best way to protect children is to advocate for children rights and the reduction of parental rights. Experts have been saying this for years. Children being treated like property both by law and society is what is perpetuating their abuse. Not fictional art.

Censorship is not the solution. Any historical application of censorship has always ALWAYS lead to the mistreatment and silencing of victims and marginalized communities. This will make it difficult for victims to appeal to censors and share their stories which are valuable for understanding abuse but also valuable bc it is art. And incentivizing ppl to invade other peoples privacy to be sure they have the right identity/trauma to create a specific type of art is fascism. So is censoring or banning that art. This will do nothing but silence and shame victims. This is happening still right now and has happened plenty in the past. Guilt and shame ONLY perpetuates sexual abuse.

This is also forcing ppl to engage in art and fiction with a paranoid analysis FIRST. telling ppl they can tell whose a good or bad person based on what they draw/write or engage with is not healthy and is antithetical to educating ppl on how to recognize abuse. It's irresponsible and It's giving children and teens anxiety disorders. Look at any ex anti/proship anonymous confessions. Look at the damage ppl are causing with this third grade level of word association and cause and effect. Ppl are developing POCD. Me included ALMOST.

Experts have been saying for decades now that fictional sexual material has no link to escalation into sexual violence or engaging in paraphilias. No fiction doesnt effect reality. these same psychologists that have debunked claims such as "violent video games cause violence" have also researched how it operates the same with fictional sexual material. There's no special circumstance just bc it's sex or porn.

Just bc u navigate the world on disgust and paranoia doesn't mean I have to. I listen to the science and research. While also having my own experience to draw from.

As a CSA victim with a SEX THERAPIST do u really think I would not have done my due diligence before engaging in any community?? I've done a hell of a lot of work to get where I am now. Sexually liberated and healthy. Both personal growth and LOTS of research into sex crimes. And I really don't feel like hearing regressive religiously programmed sex negative thoughts on the fiction I enjoy.

I am a feminist tho. I'm just not regressive and reactionary. 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️

[anonmothgod]

Help Fandom Wiki!

So, my post about me doing my Enhanced Aph Wiki has gotten ALOT of attention, and I'm shocked at the positive response it has gotten.

However, I made an important reblog/comments by both me and @lggy regarding the Fandom Aph Wiki. In my original post, I talked about how I wasn't sasified with the Fandom wiki or with Fandom in general. While not outright stated, it still gave out the impression that I was trying to slander those who work on the Aphmau Wiki on Fandom.

So, for some clarification;

A.) I am NOT slandering the people who work hard on the Aph Wiki on Fandom! They are doing great work, and I completely understand why they haven't transfered off of Fandom (theres a risk of being stripped of everything and Ioosing), and considering how popular Fandom is as a site I'm not saying they should. That's a shit ton of work for people to do.

B.) I am NOT suggesting that people of the fandom should leave that wiki, or that I am trying to upstage the massive amount of effort that has gone into the current wiki. There is alot of effort put in there, and they need help. I can understand fustration when you're working hard on something for fandom then it getting disregarded by someone who just came out of no where.

If this was what you got out of my original post, then I am really sorry. I never was trying to insinuate anything rather then "here's an idea that I'm gonna work on and I just wanted to show you the idea!"

My personal beef with Fandom Wiki is with the site Fandom rather then the admins and editors that help mantain the pages. My beef comes with how Fandom can act and the sheer amount of ads on their pages. Never the people who voulenteer their time and effort to keeping communities' wikis up.

The wiki idea I have is incredibly in-depth. Like, full on episode transcript of actions and dialouge, as well as tons of screenshots showing outfits, and even meta elaboration (i.e. the amulet in Season 1, Episode 91 that is shown is from Thaumcraft. Season 1 Shadowknight armor is made from the Nether Scorpion Armor from Mo'Creatures, etc.). Walls of text meant to be a reference point.

This type of description, elabroation and content doesn't really work with Fandom Wiki. They can't elaborate every single thing when it's meant to be a quick run-down, not a doctoral thesis of explaining Minecraft Roleplay. Enchanted/Enhanced is a personal project for me that I wanted to share to Aphblr mostly to share resources. I wanted to make an uber detailed wiki archive for myself, and to share to for fic writers/artist who need a super specific reference.

But the major thing here is that Fandom Aph Wiki needs help! They need more people to expand and help that wiki, as there are alot of incompleted pages and edits. There's already a team of people there and they can always use more hands! There's even a list nicely made by Iggy on what needs to be done and what needs the most work on.

The Enhanced/Enchanted Wiki won't be avalablie in any time soon considering that this is a personal project to my standards, I am working on this solo, I have no funding for it or any means of funding, and I have college that I'm starting next week. The soonest I could give any real update would be possibly 2 weeks, and that's the earliest I could give.

Fandom Aph Wiki? Has none of the issues above! By all means they have way more established compared to what I have right now, and they have everything up!

If any of you are possibly intrested in helping, please contacting @lggy !

Iggy is the Main Admin on the Fandom Wiki, and they have a list of things that need help with already ready to show so it can get done asap.

[foundering]

ABOUT ME [WIP]

Hello, I'm Founder! This is gonna have a lot of talking, so bear with me!

I'm completely new to Tumblr and how it works but I'm going to try navigating it slowly; I'm a digital artist who's probably gonna be posting lots of Spamton and UTDR content!!

the basic tldr:

I go by Founder, but Foundering is a-okay!

22 - She/Her

Spamton-centric fixation you'll see a LOT of that here

PLEASE feel free to message however you like, I wanna meet some friends! (please i'm desperate sobs)

DNI pr0ship, lgbtphobic or otherwise unpleasant people

My carrd / strawpage here!

You want my Discord? Ask!!

I use tone tags, LOTS OF CAPS / emojis and keysmash sorry if this gets annoying I'm really hyper!!

other stuff you should know below:

I roleplay! I wanna interact with other RPers and defo wanna talk to those ask blogs BUT I'M REALLY SHY 😭

I love hearing about yume/selfships, indulgent AUs and any sort of fun fan content you have, cringe isn't real and your faves LOVE YOU!

I make lots of sonas based on my fixations and you might even see them one day (hopefully)

Please let me know if I'm allowed to draw your characters because I will!!

It takes me a thousand years to finish art so you'll mostly see reblogs from me, I'm trying to get out of art block!

You're allowed to use my doodles with credit I don't mind, I probably won't post a super ton 'cause I'm suffering art block (and anxiety BAHA) but I'm always here, I love seeing everyone's art!

I do have Twitter, toyhouse and bsky but I don't really post there, but lemme know if you have one I'll follow you >:)

I usually talk a lot if you give me the chance so LET ME IN!! I wanna meet a lot of you 'cause your art makes me melt I just feel like a fool /t

Uhh I don't know what else I should add here right now but I might edit this a bunch, thank you for reading!

[darkforestdreams]

(SUN AND MOON SHOW SPOILERS)

HE FINALLY DID IT!! HE FINALLY OPENED UP!!!

I'm freaking choked up but smiling right now. Sun has been holding all of this pain back for MONTHS; for more than half a year.

THIS is how the incident with Bloodmoon's death should have gone rather than Moon only focusing on how HE HIMSELF feels rather than what Sun was feeling and what was motivating him to do drastic things.

But I think Moon absolutely made up for it today, or has at least started to. I only think it's taken this long because of both the myriad of distractions the brothers are dealing with, and, more importantly, I think Moon was waiting for Sun to come to him. I get the feeling that Moon's known that something's up, but either he didn't know how to approach Sun about it, or another thing.

Something I've learned the hard way is that you can't force someone to open up and get help; you have to wait until THEY are ready (as much as they make you want to pull your hair out because of HOW GODDAMN STUBBORN--sorry).

But I'm SO GLAD Moon put his foot down because Sun was already too deep in believing that nobody would care about his suffering. And how Moon took a break WITH Sun, ready to help if Sun's psyche started acting up... I just, I can't. So many happy tears!

Things are far from fixed, but we've, at long last, started down the road.

On a lighter note, it's kind of ironic to me how "Bloodmoon" came in at just the right time; where Moon could finally at least have a bit of insight on Sun's current mental state, when all "he's" been doing is tearing Sun down. I can't believe I'd ever say this, but THANK YOU SUDDEN BLOODMOON HALLUCINATION~! :D

Also, GOD Davis and Reed KILLED IT today! Sun's denial, Moon's persistence, the line "BECAUSE YOU'RE MY BROTHER!", and finally the breakdown... man. I mean, they always do a great job -- all the actors do, on all the channels. Whether you like how they make the characters sound or not, you have to give them credit for the hard work they do. They don't just work on these shows, they have their own channels with FnaF Minecraft roleplays! Also, you know, real life is a thing for everyone.

[coldheartedflame]

Rules

An Obvious one: No Godmodding!! Everyone should know this!

I, Rina, am a grown adult(27), so this blog is 21+!! I refuse to roleplay with minors! If you're a minor or if you have no age in your profile anywhere, please Do NOT interact! I'm not comfortable in the slightest interacting with children.

Same point above, NSFW will be present! If your below 18, Do not follow as I don't want kids interacting with my NSFW posts! If I catch you interacting/following, I will immediately block you, no questions asked!

With both me and Yuji being apart of the LGBTQIA+ Community, This is a VERY safe space for queer people! As well as POC, disabled people, etc! If you are an anti, IMMEDIATELY Fuck off! I have no respect for anyone who discriminates against us!! I'll instablock if you are hateful!!

In terms of Shipping, I'll limit shipping with the same canon character capping it at 2! It's for my mental health! I'm a multi shipper! But there are limits that need to be had!{(Exclusive Exception: @desgarron (Grimmjow) and @onikingitto (Itto)}

I work a full-time job(from 3:30 PM to Midnight, Monday-Friday). I may be on and off due to my job! I promise I won't forget about replying! But please do not pressure me in replying! I may be overly tired and I won't feel like replying right away! If you pressure me continuously, I will drop our roleplay and block you!

Triggering topics…it will depend! I don't have a lot of triggers so any type of roleplay is fine with me, depending if I feel up for it or not! Just shoot me a DM and we can discuss! Trigger tags will be {TW: Etc} and {CW: Etc}

I can get very distracted easily! I have a bad habit of replying and then doing something else! I promise I'm not ignoring you! It's just a habit of forgetting to reply, so if we have a thread going on and I forget, please DM and remind me!

I have No PC right now! So I will mostly reply on my phone! So if my replies seem short, I do apologize! No fancy icons or wording will come from me at the moment! Sorry!

[cataclysmiceuphemism]

jolenz + 27 or 32 for the kink prompts? :3

a list of 69 kinks– send a prompt and a ship -- 32 coming untouched (also #23...roleplay because I was going to combo them annnnd misread the number lol. Maybe I'll do #27 body worship at some point too.)

Post Success Story

"I feel we need to have a chat, Dolenz," Davy said, pacing across the floor.

Micky followed Davy obediently with his eyes. He didn't say anything yet.

Davy looked the part of the celebrity he'd been pretending to be for some time, first to save his life— at least, the life he had with The Monkees— and now for his own pleasure. He was dressed in the only tailored suit he might ever afford to own, working with the band, with properly-tied tie and shined shoes. He had a telescopic pointer, one they all often used when they were in the role of lecturer for their various ideas, shortened to the size of his palm.

Micky was in a considerably different state, sat only in his boxers on the edge of their bed.

"I saw a man took your suit," Davy continued, "Would you like to explain that?"

"It was a rental," Micky said, "I couldn't keep up the monthly payments."

They smiled at each other over the joke.

"Yes, I see," Davy said, "I'm sorry to say I'll have to let you go as my chauffeur. Maybe, if he'd at least left you the hat, but— well, this just won't do at all, will it?"

Micky fell to his knees, hugging Davy's legs, groveling. "Don't fire me, Mr. Jones! Please! This is the only job I've got! I might have a family that depends on me, someday! I'll find one this week, if you let me keep my job!"

Davy pet Micky's hair and let him grovel this way for longer than was really necessary for what they were doing. It had nothing to do with the character he was in at all. He loved Micky, loved the silly boy that would cling to him and make a fool of himself for him, and would have missed him so terribly if they'd had to be apart from one another that it made him have to blink away an itch creeping into his eyes. "Oh, don't beg," he said, "Get back up. I might have another position you can fill."

Micky scrambled back to sit up on the bed again. "Thank you, Mr. Jones, thank you. What is it? I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

Davy looked over Micky with consideration. Micky shimmied, tipped his head back, and pushed his slim chest out to make himself look the part of an eager prospective employee. "You've certainly got the right outfit…" His eyes dragged slow down Micky's body, taking in every inch that he could see. He knew it so well he didn't have to look at all; he knew it just as well when the room was dark, in the late night when they should have been sleeping, as he did with Micky posed perfect under the light just to be looked at this way.

Micky tipped his head, brows pinched. "Mr. Jones?"

"It gets very lonely, being a celebrity. No one ever thinks that, do they? They see all the riches and the glamour, but the truth is while there are as many things you could ever want, there's very little companionship. And I got started on this path so young you know…. I've never taken a woman out on a date that wasn't for the photographers. You and Tork and Nesmith, to tell you the truth, you three are the closest I've had to friends in my entire life." He had played the part as best as he could, with an earnest tip to his shoulders and large, pleading eyes, "I suppose that's a bit sad, isn't it?"

Micky shook his head emphatically. "It's not sad," he said, barely acting at all. And it was aided by the fact that there was some truth to what Davy was saying; the feeling of isolation, in coming to America and finding friendship waiting for him in The Monkees, was true even if he'd twisted the feelings up for dramatics. "But I don't understand. You want me to be your friend, Mr. Jones, sir?"

"Something more than that," Davy said. "I'd like for you to pleasure me."

"Pleasure—oh."

"As I said, it gets very lonely. And I think you'd be the right man for the job. Of course…." Davy snapped his wrist and the telescopic pointer flung out to its full length. Micky jumped at the crack of it. "If you're interested in the position, I'd have to see all of you—" He tapped Micky on the tip of his nose to make him go cross-eyed, then dragged the pointer down Micky's body, over his lips and the curve of his chin, down his chest, dipping briefly at his navel, and stopping at the waistband of his boxers. A tent had started to form in them, Micky's cock half-hardening somewhere between the snapping of the pointer and its journey down his body. "Just to be sure you can meet my needs."

Micky wasted no time in pulling his boxers down off his legs and kicking them away.

Davy dragged the pointer's tip along the length of Micky's hardening cock. "At attention, Dolenz," he said. He tapped the tip against Micky's shaft, gently, but quick enough to make him startle. "Do you need to touch yourself to give me an accurate account? Know it will be a point against you, if you do."

Micky shook his head in little, fast movements. And sure enough his cock was at its full length in no time at all, just from the whisper-soft touch of the pointer and the rougher touch of Davy's words. "Is it—" he started, stuttered, stopped and restarted, "Would it please you, Mr. Jones?"

"Yes. I think it would do nicely," Davy agreed. He pressed the pointer back to its compact size between his hands, then set it down on their nightstand. "But I still haven't seen all of you, have I? Hands and knees, Dolenz, and be quick about it."

Micky was quick about it, turning around and kneeling on the bed.

"Spread yourself," Davy said.

Micky was quick to do that, too, using both hands to spread himself open, leaving him kneeling face-down, cheek pressed on the mattress. Davy stepped in closer to examine him, then, and spit onto the hole that was exposed to him. For him. He ran his fingertip around it, feeling the shiver that went through Micky's body in the way his hole tightened, then pressed inside. Micky groaned softly and turned his face into the bed, maybe to muffle his noise but maybe just because it pleased him, and he had to move somehow.

"You are tight for me, aren't you, Dolenz?"

Micky nodded against the mattress.

Davy leaned in closer, pressing his finger in as deep as it could go, so that he could get as close as he could to whisper in Micky's ear. Their heights as they were, the angles as they were, he was closer to Micky's shoulder, but that was all right, and he broke character a moment. "You would love for me to fuck you, wouldn't you, Micky?" He bent his finger, rubbing against the spot that always got Micky seeing stars, and sure enough it got him moaning feral into the mattress and rocking his hips to fuck himself on Davy's finger.

Micky nodded fast again, and turned his face to say, "Yeah, Davy, yeah."

"I would love that, too, Dear, but it's not in the cards for us now, I'm afraid."

"Huh?" Micky asked, panting.

Davy didn't answer, not right off, and instead withdrew from him. "Go ahead and sit back up, you've passed your inspection." He watched as Micky drew himself back up to sit. "I can think of many ways I'd be able to enjoy myself with you. But we are in a bit of a bind at the moment. You see, this is still a job. And it's for my pleasure, not yours. You'd enjoy it as much as I did, were I to let you fuck me. Or if I were to fuck you. And I need to know you're doing this job for me, not for a selfish desire to come."

"I can't…I don't get to come, babe?"

Micky sounded actually heartbroken, earnestly distraught.

"Now, now, chin up." Davy did tip Micky's chin up, then, to kiss him. "This is your probationary period I'm afraid. You can still come—" Micky perked up, starry eyed. "—but I won't be touching you. And you won't be touching yourself." Micky deflated again. "Just your imagination. If you can come that way, you've earned it. And if you show me how well you can do, pleasing me, the next time I use your services I'll let you use your hand. The time after that, I'll use my hand on you. The time after that I'll fuck you. After that, if you've earned it, I'll let you fuck me." He pet Micky's hair again, tender. "And of course if that seems unfair to you, you can always reject my offer. I can't very well stop you from touching yourself, can I?"

Micky looked up into Davy's face. He shook his head. "I won't touch myself, Mr. Jones, I want the job."

"That's a good lad," Davy said. He smiled, and kissed Micky again, as though to make sure here were no hard feelings. Micky kissed him back, as though to agree that there weren't, then made the kiss deep and desperate to get as much mental fodder for himself to get off on. Davy knew his motive, indulged it only a moment before he pulled away laughing. "I think I'd like you on your knees today, Dolenz."

Davy watched as Micky got on his knees for him. Micky had to bend his back a bit, had to make himself smaller, and that was a thrill, that he had to work a little to suck him off. Micky undid his belt for him and slid it from its loops. He set it aside on the ground, unzipped Davy's pants and slipped his hard cock through the fly of his boxers. Micky licked his lips, wanting, then looked up at Davy and asked, "Can I sit, instead?"

Davy looked at him curiously, almost granting the request automatically, for Micky's comfort. But then he saw the way Micky's body was moving slightly. He took a step back and watched the minute thrusts of Micky's hips, not particularly hard if he were all the way up on his knees, but harder, with his ass to his heels and his back stooped a bit. Davy stroked himself, looking down at Micky and watching him mindlessly needfully, try to get off with the tiny, pathetic thrusts. "You want to hump the air, don't you, Dolenz?" he asked, "Like a dog?"

Micky let out a little moan. He nodded.

"Use your words," Davy said, stroking himself faster, his breath hitching, "Say it."

"Mr. Jones, can I, can I please sit down? I want to hump the air."

"Like?"

"Like a dog." He was panting like a dog, too, breathing hard. His cock was red, thick, leaking, twitching, already a mess from how badly he wanted to come.

"Yes," Davy said, and it was a yes for himself, his own pleasure in it, as much as it was agreeing. "Of course, Dolenz, make yourself comfortable."

Micky did. He sat down, letting his legs stretch between Davy's, and leaned back against the bed instead of bending to take Davy into his mouth, so he'd be able to get his back into his thrust.

That was a bit selfish, Davy thought, but he allowed it, and moved himself into position to fuck Micky's mouth. And since it was for him, and since he'd been so kind as to allow Micky comfort, he decided to take what he pleased. He grabbed Micky's hair to hold him in place and fucked his mouth roughly, used it with sharp, strong thrusts. And it was made all the stronger, all the sharper, when Micky did start fucking up into the air, bolstered by how wonderfully, absolutely desperate for him Micky was. Always was, really, even in the times they were together where he wasn't left in such a helpless state like this.

He pushed in all the way and held himself there, silencing Micky on his cock, and said, "I ought to make you stop, if you don't come before I do," breathless, his voice wavering, "Hold your hips down til you go soft, if I finish first." Micky whined around his cock, and oh, that made it worse, didn't it, certainly made him closer as the vibrations went around him. Davy moaned, too, said, "Yes, that's what I'll do."

Micky kept whimpering, moaning, as he pumped desperate at the air. And Davy let him have it alone for a moment, stayed pressed deep inside Micky's mouth, perfectly still to let Micky catch up with him a bit. But he felt the huffs of air fast from Micky's nose, right into his pubic hair, as though Micky were a runner trying to win his first marathon. And he felt those nice, needy whines around his cock. And that was all too good to keep still with, so he started moving again. "I hope you're close, my dear," Davy murmured, the sweetness of his words almost cloying with the torture they were bringing, "I am."

And sure enough, he was, and the next time he stilled it was to come down Micky's throat. And around the instinctive swallows, Micky let out an agonized moan that felt absolutely wonderful. And Micky's eyes screwed shut tight, and Davy knew he was willing it to happen, begging please please please let me come only to his own imagination. It was as Davy stepped back, knelt between Micky's legs so as to hold his hips down, that he managed it, in spurts across his stomach, up his chest. Davy offered some relief, then, gripping his cock and stroking firm to help.

"I knew you had it in you, Dolenz," Davy praised, moving up Micky's body to watch his face closely, still stroking him, until he knew the aftershocks had passed "You still want the job?"

It took a while for Micky to settle enough to talk at all, let alone to get around to an excited affirmative of, "You kidding me? Late nights, weekends, overtime, all the time—"

He came in for a kiss. Davy laughed and pushed his face away, but relented almost immediately after: "I might have a few extra shifts for you to pick up," he agreed, before kissing Micky deeply.

[sunnydayroleplay]

Ahh could we get a coulrophobic sunshine x Jack scenario? I hate clowns but Jack is such a comfort character for me 😭😭💕💕💕

Sorry I got to this so late! Drawing them stripper boys is a lot of work! Will post those on my art account! @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

Thanks for such the cute idea, I didn't really like clowns before Jack, but Jack is just a huge comfort to me now. That said, let's write it! Contents Inside: Coulrophobic Sunshine, Some mentions of scream/panic, otherwise very wholesome and sfw.

Just because this is SFW Content, does not mean minors should interact with this post, and this game as it is an 18+ community only. For SFW/Non-18+ Related content/artwork, go follow my non-roleplay account(s) mentioned above. ___________________________________________________________

Jack goes through that T.V screen of yours was absolutely horrifying, no doubt about it.

But seeing that he was a tall blue hair ghost clown as well?

Even more horrifying.

Poor thing, you were just in the corner screaming for dear life while Jack kept trying to calm you down.

Which only made you scream more.

After countless days of 'off and on' sleep, you tried your best to rationalize.

He hasn't hurt you the entire time he's been here.

All Jack ever has done was try to calm you down when you went on one of your tangent panics.

He's cleaned up your house, and wonderfully at that.

He's even made you breakfast!

Who doesn't love a good homemade pancake with delicious fruits and sticky syrup?

Jack's been trying his best to take his time with you.

You can tell from the way he approaches you slowly and refrains from sudden movement, like if you were approaching the neighborhood stray to pet it.

Slowly but surely, you decide to reach out to him for the first time.

As he's cooking your breakfast one morning per usual, you stand next to him and watch the magic happen.

Jack takes notice and side eyes you.

A small smile crept from his lips for a quick second before he put his attention on not burning the cake.

When he finishes, he hands you the plate of flap-jacks.

You tell him to sit next to you, and he obliges.

He slowly pulls up a chair and scoots in beside you, hands on the table and with a soft gaze.

You couldn't help but smile back, he was so sweet.

You felt bad, but he could understand.

I mean he came out of nowhere, and how was he supposed to know you were afraid of clowns?

No hard feelings at all!

You look at him and manage to mutter a good morning to him.

"Morning! H-How are you? Are you alright?"

His tone was energetic and excited.

This would be the first time you ever talked together normally.

He slowed himself down because he didn't wanna scare you off as he just began to make progress.

"I'm alright, thank you..how are you?"

And with that, the two of you began to make conversation. It was rather nice.

You got to learn about Jack a bit more, other than the fact he was a mysterious clown that can come out of screens.

Jack got to get to know you better, and he got you to trust him just a bit more.

That's all he ever wanted, for his sunshine to not be afraid of him.

You appreciated that he took his time with you, and that he worked alongside instead of pushing.

Ever since Ian, it was really needed.

It was perfectly timed almost.

Probably a coincidence though, right?

As a few months passed by, your relationship grew with Jack in the best way possible.

You guys would talk about the most random shit together.

You'd bake goods together, cook something up for dinner.

You let him sleep beside you instead of the couch.

And soon enough, it got more personal.

Sentimental cuddle hours..

Bubbly bubble baths..

And some even more personal things in bed~

And when it came to the question in mind:

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?"

You couldn't be happier.

You lunged into his arms and he picked you off your feet.

He showered your beautiful face with as much love as possible. The two of you couldn't be in anymore joy than this.

Jack finally earned your trust, and earned the love and devotion you wanted, deserved.

You finally earned someone who loves you and wouldn't hurt you for the world.

[oceansprompts]

𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕤: ℝ𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝔸𝕔𝕥 𝟙

Quotes taken from Summerfall Studios' Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical, from Act 1's first two opening scenes. . . change pronouns and text as needed. . . I tried to keep this lore-specific spoiler free, but spoiler warning.

❝ Four hours in a rented gym that still smells like socks and childhood trauma, and where did it get us other than -- bored? ❞

❝ You know, I had a dream where this exact thing happened. Except we were on stage. And naked. ❞

❝ We could be the Naked Band, coming soon to a really private auditorium near you! ❞

❝ I know you've kind of been at loose ends since you left. I was just hoping tonight would cheer you up. ❞

❝ It's... it's just a sobering dose of reality, you know? What if it never get easier? What if I never figure this out? ❞

❝ You will... You're too hard on yourself. ❞

❝ I think you fit. You know that, right? ❞

❝ Is the world too much, or is it just me? ❞

❝ Everything I set upon, unravels at my feet. ❞

❝ Everything I've learnt, wasted on a girl, who doesn't know how to be free.❞

❝ Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I just... I heard you from outside. ❞

❝ I'd give anything to join you. ❞

❝ All the steps I didn't take, and paths proved untrue. Is there any path through? ❞

❝ Though I'm about to wreck, you still have your life ahead of you. ❞

❝ All things that lose their way can find it again. ❞

❝ I also know what it feels like to be lost, to feel as if you have no place to turn. That's why I had to come inside. ❞

❝ I just... I didn't want you to think I was deranged or something. ❞

❝ Weirder things have happened, I guess? ❞

❝ May I ask you why you feel so... adrift? You're so young. Surely your life is just beginning. ❞

❝ Well, you know the story: nothing ever work out like you think it should. Times ten. ❞

❝ I hope to see you again. Perhaps soon. ❞

❝ I didn't know where else... I'm so sorry! ❞

❝ Wh -- what happened? Who did this? ❞

❝ I didn't want to do this to you. I... not like this. I'm so, so sorry. ❞

❝ Oh, um... I can wait. Take your time. ❞

[ sighs ] ❝ She really is dead, huh? Maaaan. ❞

❝ Look, I can see you know squat about this. So I'm gonna explain quick, but then you gotta come with me, okay? ❞

❝ No no no, wait! Where did you bring me? How did we get here! ❞

❝ I'll just wait here, and, uh, not touch anything. ❞

❝ Ha. My, my, you have had quite the day, haven't you? ❞

❝ Someone died in my arms. Where is this? How did I get here? Who are you people? ❞

❝ If you were real, you'd be all-powerful. You wouldn't be hiding, or... ❞

❝ Mm. Don't pay much attention to those old tales about us. They weren't very true to begin with, and... well, truth be told, we've diminished since those days. ❞

❝ That doesn't mean we're helpless, of course! Far from it. Yet, at the end of the day, we too are just people. Trying to get by. ❞

❝ Oh, I know, I know. Once we roamed marble halls, and now? Fashionably appointed apartments. We have wi-fi! ❞ [ chuckles ]

❝ We move with the times. We have to, if we're going to remain hidden and survive. ❞

❝ Oh, no. No, I'm not trying to make you believe anything. Not at all. ❞

❝ The only thing I do need you to grasp is that you are here. This is real and, like it or not, it is happening. ❞

❝ I know this will all come as a shock, and I'm so, so sorry to say it, but... I'm afraid you have to die. ❞

[ laughs ] ❝ What do you mean? What do you mean "you have to die"? ❞

❝ You can't do that. What about a trial? You aren't the police. Wh-why hasn't someone called the police? ❞

❝ You can't hide from this reality. ❞

❝ I'm not hiding! Though, a little lost here... ❞

❝ If you are lost, little girl, this bears explanation. ❞

❝ You must know I didn't do it! ❞

❝ Is this weird this is in song? ❞

❝ Did I... hear that correctly? ❞

❝ You've been quiet this entire time. Why speak up now? ❞

❝ Then we need to find out. Don't you want justice? ❞

❝ Oh, I thought we'd agreed this was justice. What would you have us do? ❞

❝ Wait, wait. I'm going to get some help with this, right? Some direction? ❞

❝ What do you want me to say? I can't possibly do this? This is unfair? You know all that already, right? ❞

❝ So I'll do my best. That's all I've got. ❞

❝ Otherwise, do whatever you must to find the true killer... if they exist. ❞

❝ And do help yourself to a cookie. ❞

[inquebrar]

some of my ramblings about doied are mainly the fact that i still can't understand what was the intention behind making him exist. like, i still don't understand the reasons for making him part of the story in this way, the way it happened and also why it happened like that?

[since it's almost going to 7am i feel like i should make it clear tone indicator /lighthearted i feel like it might sounds like i'm complaining but i'm just intrigued haushaksh]

at first doied was like a way q!roier talked when he said a fact or seemed nerdy kinda things like that and then it seemed to go a little bit the way of alter egos? Perhaps, i even remember that once it generated many theories involving dissociative identity disorder (DID ... i think that's how it's said in english, sorry if i'm wrong) because q!roier had already talked about hearing voices in his head that weren't his (it wasn't something related to the chat) and that sometimes he felt disconnected from reality. i personally didn't follow this theory much because it can be a sensitive topic to address and doing something insensitive that could be offensive is not a good thing to do. which makes me wonder, could it be that at some point cc!roier thought about making a plot related to this but to avoid any kind of misinformation or insensitivity towards the topic, maybe he decided to change it or was that never the initial intention? i personally believed more in the point of view that q!roier has several ways of expressing himself, whether through alter egos that are not necessarily DID but just that he uses other names to refer to himself when he wants to express/present himself in another way, almost like the way many artists do, i even have a distant memory where he talks about melissa and doied to q!jaiden and he even changes his voice and makes body expressions and it's good to remember that q!roier dressed up as melissa it was part of his plan involving the begining of his lore, so melissa is q!roier we saw it. so i always thought, ok... melissa and doied are part of who q!roier is, right? .......

i was completely lost when it was confirmed that doied is a person apart from q!roier. i still feel like i'm in the denial stage to be honest XD there are so many questions i don't even know where to start. but with sleep reaching my brain i'm just wondering if cc!roier considered the impact that turning doied into a canon character had? and not only that but the way the character was introduced and the path chosen as well. like, he does the "doied voice" since the beginning, it's often something out of roleplay, it's a recurring joke but now that doied is a real character who is apparently q!roier's twin brother? and that he switched bodies with q!roier ?!?! everything is different now!!*

and especially from the public eye, this is something i noticed a lot: the confusion in understanding whether something was being done and said with intention and reason, or not. when you follow a character like q!roier who is a character where you can't judge the book by its cover, you're aware that cc!roier has always been attentive to doing roleplay in a way that is subtle but always with intentions behind it that often surprises even those who watch, from using the camera to show the change of expressions after saying something super happy and remain super serious, demonstrating false feelings, doing something good and then saying that it was just a preparation for when the betrayal happens it will be more painful, talking about killing everyone who gets in the way and then recommending acting with the others as if nothing had happened and pretending to be happy... and many other examples. q!roier keeps a lot of information, he is very observant and can pretend and manipulate very well. including something that happened after the body swap with doied that gave me emotional damage, it was when after sending a cute message to q!cellbit, doied said out loud that it was working, "he's falling for it" that caught me so off guard but i also saw the reaction of many people who had also completely forgotten that it wasn't q!roier and this just shows that cc!roier is aware of what he decided to do with the story and he remembers his decisions with his characters. SO THAT'S THE POINT. we know what he's capable of and how subtly he roleplays. so it's agonizing to see things and think "was that intentional?" and not knowing if they were or not, but i also think that this even helps with theorizing and analyzing, which is a fun part of entertainment.

*but when i say that everything is different now, it's that by transforming something that was usually just used as something fun momentarily into a real and unique character who, to complicate everything, is pretending to be his twin brother is WILD. that's crazy. and even had a body swap!!! so now even in moments that it's obvious that it's not something within roleplay people go "OMG DOIED?!" and when i talk about moments that are > obviously outside of roleplay < it's like when cc!roier was telling about his trip to cc!quackity and there were questions "is this still doied or is this out of lore?" or when cc!roier was alone building with cc!rivers and he spoke in doied's voice and she called him doied because it's a thing they do and people freaked out and were surprised, acting suspicious and stuff like that and sometimes it may seem too much but still, there are also big impacts like, what will it mean in the future? at what moments will really doied become careless and talk as used to? when will intentions become ambiguous? are people to blame for doubting and suspecting when the lore revolves around discovering that a character is pretending to be someone they're not? and the questions remain as to why q!roier spoke like that before and "behaved like doied"? what are the implications of this? how was this possible? why how when what huh??!?!!

i think the only way to stop how triggering that will be to see cc!roier talking like doied after going back to roleplay as q!roier is if doied dies HAJDJDHSK because i swear every time he does the voice i remember everything and i'm one step away from becoming the joker bring back q!roier he's still a rat what the actual fuck

but with that being said i trust in what cc!roier intends to do, from the beginning he's been interested in creating lore and continuing to follow the story he wants to do and it's good that he's doing what he wants, i'm curious to see where this all goes i just hope it ends with a happy ending because i can't stand being sleepless writing about how this character disturbs my brain im so tired get him out of my mind please what am i doing with my life.

[callibones]

hello! while i was looking at blaseball stuff, i came across the documents for your oc constitution. i wanted to tell you that i had a lot of fun looking through it !!! i found the mixed media elements ( like the social media posts n stuff ) really creative and nice. the only thing i wonder is ... an object camp is like a roleplaying group, right? how do you. find? object camps

i know that for some roleplaying communities, there are hubs where people post ads for their campaigns. do you know if theres a centralized community like that for object shows? i want to try making object characters of my own but i do Not know how to get into this sorry

howdy! first of all, thank you so much for checking out constitution! i had so much fun making entries for it and it absolutely touches my heart to hear someone enjoyin readin that stuff.

as for what an object camp is, it's not a roleplaying group! like. object roleplaying groups exist, i'm sure, but an object camp is very specifically a competition in which all those social media posts n written segments are entries, written for specific challenges, finished by a specific challenge, and done to be able to win advantages that allow you to stay in the competition. it's more like survivor/total drama than a roleplay, because while you're storytelling you're also voting out your fellow contestants and making alliances and playing tokens!

if that still sounds up your alley... while i'm sure there's centralized locations for object shows, that's not really where i go to find camps. i just find them through word of mouth! there's a gorgeous little tight-knit community that's part of the much larger Greater Object Community, and that's where i call home. after being invited by my friends to join one camp (the wiki camp 2), i found camp gnc 2 and other wonderful object camps through clicking on links in the ad channels and my friends telling me what they were signing up for. so you'll need one in signups to start.

fortunately... my dear friend of @ecto-hazard has one in signups right now! it's called lab camp and signups are open for like two more days so if you wanna get a character in, or just spectate one before you try one out for yourself, join there if you're 18+! (a lotta these camps are for adults, not because they're nsfw but just because it's a way of curating the space.) if you can't come up with a character before the deadline, it's still a great way to see what other people are submitting and ask them how they come up with object characters while they're fresh in everyone's memory. and it'll be a great place to meet people who might go on to host the next great object camp themself! (i'm working on one...)

finally, as for making object characters of your own, you can just do that! my little thing Stray Pixel (strixel) existed for a whole year as "object character i thought would be a fun concept" before i applied it for a camp. and then it didn't get in, and i applied it for another (blaseball-themed) camp and got in! omg you should totally join the RIV server too since you're like me- an object fan and a blaseball fan. you'll definitely meet like-minded people there. (this one's 15+!)

whether you join these or not, i'll be sure to post updates n stuff on camps i find that are public and things that get me excited. and i'm happy to answer any more questions u have about object camps or the community! i'm literally movin across the country because of someone i met in an object camp. these things rock. theyre such a great unique way to storytell on a deadline (good for adhd). i hope you either find a great camp or just have a lot of fun making object characters. and when you do, please tell me about 'em! making object characters ROCKS. any of my awesome friends or anyone else who's cool, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE show off your awesome objects, whether or not they're applied to somethin. i dont wanna say "reblog this" but like i think you cant put images in the replies... so... one way or another show anon (and me!) ur object ocs i am Begging

[sleepytyrtle]

After watching today's Sams episode, I have some things to say.

This episode felt... weird to me. I mean, Moon was worried about Sun after that phone call they had in that previous epsiode and he was already talking about how he was going to help Sun through whatever was going on. However, today's episode opened with him hesitant on finding Sun and eager to distract himself from the problem.

Honestly, it felt a bit out of character to me.

Watching this episode made me feel like I was watching a Moon from the beginning of the show. Before his character development and further bonding with Sun, I could totally see Moon doing something like this.

And that isn't a problem!

It's actually a good way to develop a character and, oddly enough, express his concern, albeit in a weird way. He's going out of his way to seek advice from others so he can help Sun. That's not the problem for me.

The problem here is that it feels out of character for Moon to do now given all the development and growth he has been through.

However, I think it's totally fine to have him hesitate on finding his brother because he's worried and probably scared that he could screw this up. Moon obviously struggles with emotions and stuff despite all his character growth and he's probably scared of hurting Sun or pushing him away or something. He has no idea what's going on with Sun and not knowing how to help someone you care about who's going through something rough can be terrifying.

I can totally understand why he would seek out some help or guidance from other people to help with this situation. I just find it weird he's doing it right now while Sun could possibly get hurt. I just struggle to wrap my head around Moon seeking help right now instead of charging after his brother when it comes to the chance his brother might get hurt.

So, in my honest opinion, I think this episode is just a way to extend the current arc a bit or to give them more time to plan it out. That's not a bad thing either! They're free to keep this going however long they want, I just find it a bit odd for Moon's character to do now given the situation.

Now, after all that being said, i want everyone to know I'm not villainizing Moon or his actions here, not at all! In fact, as I've stated before, I could totally understand why Moon would do this and it's not a bad thing.

I see a lot of fans debating on Sun and Moon when it comes to their trauma and actions. I think it's important for everyone to remember that it shouldn't matter which brother has "had it worse". Trauma is different for everyone and should be taken seriously no matter how "silly" or "light" the trauma may seem. It's not alright to compare trauma because it can be damaging to do so.

Imagine telling somebody about a horrible thing you've been through and having them tell you that it's nothing compared to what they've been through. It can be devastating.

I just think it's important to remember that Sun and Moon are different characters that are experiencing different things and, therefore, have different types of trauma. Both characters suffer from it and are doing their best to overcome it. With that being said, it can also be difficult for both brothers to be understanding or supporting of each other 24/7 since, again, they deal with their own things and won't fully understand each other.

Healing isn't linear or perfect. These characters will make mistakes, hurt each other, and say some hypocritical things. That's just how it is. Also, it's a roleplay so thing's aren't consistent or accurate most of the time.

It's important we remember that and just stick with these characters as they grow.

Sorry I went into a bit of a tangent there! I just think it's important we remember the characters are growing at their own pace and working through their own trauma.

Also, this recent episode just has me feeling worried and excited for whatever comes next!

[ethtyn]

etho's limlife #5 pov liveblog

oh good. bdubs is just. here.

not the boogeyman. so my initial supposition was incorrect [squints]

uhmmm the group screenie moment with bdubs halfway up a ladder to look shorter 😭 goodbye.

"i'm washed up at pvp, i don't know the answers to these questions anymore" WAAAAAAH

"the BITES lawncare service" HELP LOL

this post

WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE BAD BOYS. WHAT ARE THEY DOING IN ALL OF THIS.

"if they ask me why we did it, i have no clue, to be honest (laughs)" GHGNFNF. (from between gritted teeth, affectionately) i can't stand you.

SCREAM i am dying at Etho crouching in the water elevator listening to jimmy monologue to his commenters. "wait, where are you??" PLEASE.

...shrieker in the TIES base. 🫵🏻 Cleo.

"why does everybody call me a traitor?!" "you put a shrieker in our base!" "(laughs) oh, yeah, Mom told me to do that." SEE. CLEO.

"i love it when we're pranked by people who don't know how things work" pfffft damn tango go off

obsessed w Etho apparently immediately sniffing out the bad boys in TIES' base. "this is just embarrassing at this point" to hysterical laughter from the BBs. j'adore.

"Jimmy. you're a BAD BOY." "i'm a very bad boy." 🥴🥴🥴

tell me the bad boys are not wearing priest skins. like i'm sure they're supposed to look like regular suits but THEY LOOK LIKE PRIESTS i'm. this is. hm

deviation for. this post

"i would be here all the time if it was allowed!" "you're allowed. you could be a Clocker." IMMEDIATELY LOOKS AT BDUBS. "i could, couldn't i" in the softest voice. i am ripping up my pillow with my teeth.

SORRY. BDUBS PLACING TNT AND CLEO AND SCAR JUMPING AWAY WHILE ETHO'S JUST LIKE "this is nice 😌". IM CLAWING AT MY OWN FACE.

"i especially like that Cleo's been quiet. that's my favourite part of this whole supper." first of all it's dinner not supper you Canadian fuck (/aff), SECONDABLE you are. really going hard on the "not afraid of Cleo anymore" exposure therapy today sir. i love it keep going

KIDS DO YOU WANT TO GO PLAY CATCH RIGHT NOW. SITS DOWN AND WATCHES INTENTLY. HI ANON I AM THINKING OF YOUR OUT OF CONTEXT SPOILERS RN.

fucking JCNCKFNCKDNCKF. insults Cleo, fails to find the button to the iron door, gets slapped for his troubles. I AM EATING SO GOOD RN

bro i. my mouth is open. jaw is flapping. this is some roleplay all right. also i love being right, there are TNT minecarts involved which means this is going to end Horribly.

IM SCREAMING. I WATCHED THAT BACK LIKE FIVE TIMES. there are literal tears in my eyes that was funnier than i possibly could ever have anticipated. AND ALSO BOTH OF THEM DIED IM FUCKING CACKLING.

i feel like i can HEAR Etho wondering if he'll need to edit out Scar's "banging" comment LMFAO

aaddhdnckfkg Joel's "ETHO?! disgusting" after Scar tattled on him in chat HELLO?

??????????? Scar crits him like. at least twice when they go back inside and Etho's just. so blasé about it. "he's going through his angsty teenage phase, i should leave" and Scar LETS HIM. the dynamics here are confusing me. i need to watch Scar's video. (i will confess to not keeping up with the Clockers since the first couple of episodes since Bdubs isn't uploading 😔)

Grian's "WHAT?!" after Etho admitted he didn't know why he blew up the bridge made me go into a coughing fit i laughed so hard. don't smoke, kids /srs

"i still have your sword, so if you ever need something from me—" sicko ha ha yessss dot jpeg. GIVE ME GRITHOOOOOO

bdubs crouching in a corner pointing a crossbow at Etho with his shield up and Etho is Still having a casual conversation. WHAT ARE THE DYNAMICS HERE?!

sorry, are you telling me. that Scott heard Etho say "uhhhh....yep" LIKE THAT in response to his question about whether that spot was how you access the farm loot and STILL WENT DOWN THERE? i'm also shocked that Martyn wasn't like "what do you mean, "tell them""

GODDAMMIT. who triggered it. i wanted to see that dynamic shift so bad.

KCNCMFMFM he is SO BAD at lying. it was a good decision to interrogate Jimmy first to confirm the Mean Gills' findings bc i don't think that man can tell when someone is lying to him Ever.

the unconvincing "whaaaat"s when Etho then goes to Joel & Grian 😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH GOD THAT FISHING ROD SNAG SCARED ME TOO. their little giggles 😭

NOT THE RED HOT PANTS, SKIZZ

uhm. episode conclusion: Etho is the Disneyland Dad™.

[2d-dreams]

Okay so I see y'all are confused so lemme explain!!

Idk how tumbly works so I'm gonna mention some people that have expressed questions: sorry :

@umbralundertaker @cringezskull430 @apostleofthreedimensions

I'm in the mighty school computer right now so I can't send the file but you can find the pdf by just googling "flatland rpg" So basically:

An rpg or roleplaying game is kind of like, Dungeons and Dragons. You make a character and roleplay as them, and there are other players with characters and a Game Master. The Game Master or GM narrates the story. Characters have some stats like how sharp their angles are or what sort of things they know about like medicine or art.

There is a Flatland RPG! Also the rules and stuff are pretty good at summarizing a lot of things about Flatland so even if you don't know how to play or whatever you should read it. I didn't make it, it's from like 2006?? I was actually going to make my own Flatland RPG (I've already made an RPG based on cats so why not?) but I googled it up before writing and found it. I'd love to play it tbh but all of my irl/close friends either don't want to play an rpg or don't like flatland so ::(

If the community requires it I can explain the RPG, or we can make our own version of it. Wooo!!