#INDECENT ASSAULT band

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

CHAINSAW HARDCORE SAWS ITS WAY THROUGH THE UK IN "86

PIC INFO: Spotlight on tastefully horrific poster art for the "Chainsawtour 86" event featuring Swedish hardcore bands ANTI-CIMEX and AGONI (headlining), with NAPALM DEATH + INDECENT ASSAULT supporting, live at the former Hand & Heart pub in Coventry, UK, on July 4th, 1986.

"Here's a tour poster from the 1986 Anti-Cimex / Agoni tour of the UK. It's in the classic style of tour posters sent to promoters for them to fill in the local details. Funny (meaning "not so funny") that this simple device is probably going the way of the dodo due to the Internet. Perhaps unsurprisingly it seems ANTI-CIMEX were fans of horror films."

-- SHIT-FI.COM (blog)

Sources: http://metallipromo.com/napalm.html & https://shit-fi.com/%3Fp%3D85.

[chvoswxtch]

champagne

pairing: elektra natchios x fem!reader

summary: elektra just wants to show you how grateful she is that you're her date to a luxurious gala.

warnings: explicit sexual content (minors dni)

a/n: this is purely selfish. i hope y'all love women, bc i do. happy pride. :)

word count: 913

The opulent gala below was in full swing. New York’s most wealthy were adorned in their most luxurious and elegant attire, draped in various gleaming and ornate jewels, trading scandalous rumors and gossip with every trade of an empty glass. The champagne was flowing as freely as the buzzing of conversation, and the live band had even the most pretentious of attendees flocking to the dance floor. 

It was some upscale charity event for the annual something or other, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than your girlfriend’s head under your dress.

Elektra hadn’t even bothered to hide the two of you well. She had lured you up the stairs with the guise of an exquisite view from the balcony, but the second your heel collided with the tile of the top of the steps, she had pushed you against the nearest wall, sank to her knees before you, lifted your leg over her shoulder and pulled your panties to the side before you could even utter her name in protest.

You should be filled to the brim with concern. Anyone ascending those stairs would get more than they bargained for as soon as they turned left. You would inevitably get kicked out of the party. You could get arrested, for public indecency or something. Or you could-oh.

A swipe of warm velour through your slick folds pulled you out of rapid fire what ifs, and you looked down to find Elektra staring up at you with her mesmerizing eyes, feeling electrified by them like two shots of espresso. She seemed to be able to sense that your mind was elsewhere besides on her, and pulled her lips into a wicked smirk as she made a show of slowly dragging her tongue up your pussy, letting the tip of her tongue flick against your clit as she reached her ascent.

Her ruby painted nails dug deep crescents into the soft flesh of your thigh, anchoring your attention where she wanted it as her lips focused on your swollen and sensitive nub, smearing cherry paint across your pubic bone and her own mouth. Your hand flew to her head, fingers lacing through her raven hair and gripping tightly to have something to hold onto as she continued her delectable assault on your cunt.

The exhilaration of it all was an aphrodisiac in itself. Knowing that any one of those stuck up assholes downstairs could catch your girlfriend eating your pussy like her life depended on it at any moment sent a thrill through you that caused a fresh drizzle of arousal to flow against Elektra’s tongue. You had been biting down on your bottom lip so hard to stay quiet that you could feel the skin on your lip beginning to tear. The look in Elektra’s eyes was wild as she watched you whimper and slowly lose composure above her. Her tongue swept back and forth over your throbbing clit like a tempestuous pendulum signaling the strike of midnight.

You knew what she wanted.

She wanted you to let all your apprehensions about getting caught go. To be as bold and daring as she was. To throw caution to the wind with her.

To give into her completely.

So you did. You always did.

Elektra may have always gotten what she wanted, but consequently, that meant you did too.

Letting your head fall back against the wall with a soft laugh, you gripped onto her ebony tresses and tugged her face closer against your pussy, reveling in the moan of approval that vibrated against your core from her lips. Allowing breathless pants and lush moans to slip past your parted lips, you stared down into Elektra’s eyes, greedily riding her tongue while she fucked you with her fingers. 

Even on her knees she looked like a goddess.

Elektra eagerly nodded and hummed when your symphony of moans rose in pitch, alternating between sucking and slurping on your swollen bundle of nerves, tenaciously seeking out every drop of the beloved tangy nectar that threatened to overflow at any moment. 

Your body convulsed with shockwaves of rippling pleasure as you finally exploded into a million little pieces of gratification. You gripped onto Elektra’s shoulder to keep yourself upright, rolling your hips still in a hazardous tide to ride out every single wave of euphoria until you reached the shore.

Pressing one final kiss to your pulsating clit, Elektra rose to her full height and wrapped her slender fingers around your throat, capturing your lips in a deep kiss that made your brain even fuzzier than it already was. All you could do was moan when her soft tongue caressed yours, allowing you a taste of yourself, her lips splitting into the proudest grin.

“You’re a menace.”

“Did you really expect me to keep my hands to myself all night when you’re wearing that dress, moonlight?”

Looking at her with a dazed smile, you giggled softly as you brought your hands up to her cheeks, attempting to wipe away the smudged crimson lipstick stains around her mouth. 

“I thought you could at least make it an hour, Ellie.”

Elektra turned her head to playfully bite your thumb, flashing you a wink as she grinned devilishly.

“Well, you thought wrong, my love. I know you hate these superficial events, so I wanted to show you how grateful I was to have the most envious date at this party. Besides, you taste far better than the champagne, darling.”

[everlythequestionabletomboy]

UPDATE LOG 4.2.3 MASTERLIST

Beyond this is the things they added to the 4.2.3 upd of DoL

Please send me an ask if you want me to add something or I missed one

Images/stories I still need

SPRITES

PC SPRITE

Bodytypes

Masc., Fem., and Andro.

Chest/breast sprites

Made the breasts have better visibility

Flattest chest size looks flatter on combat sprite

Added breast sprites to lace nightgown, virgin killer, ball gown, evening gown, open shoulder sweater, pink nurse, plastic nurse, skimpy lolita outfits, open shoulder crop top

TATTOOS

Tattoo Parlour

Any unlocked bodywriting can be turned into a tattoo, even if it's not on the PC

Island

New Triangle, Square, and Circle tattoos [look at the Island page for more info]

HAIR

New

All down

Fishtail braid (left, right, twins)

Half-up

Ribbon tail sides

Low tail

Thick ponytail

Reworked

None

FRINGE

New

Short air vents

Side pinned

Dreadlocks bun

Emo/Emo Left/Emo Right

Reworked

Ruffled

CLOTHES

Outfits

Traditional Maid Dress

Victorian Maid Dress

Shrine Maiden Robes

Virgin Killer Dress

Halter Sundress

Leather Dress

Upper

Cat hoodie

Ao dai Top

School cardigan

School blouse

Polo shirt

Color block crop top

Band t-shirt

Boxy t-shirt

Remade Serafuku

Classic Serafuku

Gakuran

Lower

Ao dai trousers

Plaid school skirt

Plaid school trousers

Plaid school shorts

School pinafore

Plaid school pinafore

Wide leg trousers

Straight leg trousers

Yoga pants

Jean miniskirt

Dolphin shorts

Under outfits

Turtleneck Leotard

Under upper

None 😔

Under lower

Tie Side Bikini Bottoms

Highwaisted microkini bottoms

Legs

Sheer Leggings

Stripped kneesocks

Patterned dress socks

Polka dot socks

Sports socks

Rib-knit socks

Rib-knit ankle socks

Feet

Canvas Loafers

ACCESSORIES

Hats

Hairpins (butterfly + star)

Conical hat

Raccoon cap

Fur cap

Bat beanie

Mini pumpkin

Face

Gas Mask

Doggy Muzzle

Eyepatch

Medical Eyepatch

Monocle

Neck

Love Locket

Fur boa

Hands

Work gloves

ICONS ADDED

Locations

Temple garden, moor, farmlands, temp office, altar, secret path, the churchyard, the dilapidated shop, Eden's cabin, brothel stage [pt1]

Garden plots, stream, gloryhole, park fountain, asylum, sea rocks, waterfall, thicket, Great Hawk's nest, and perch [pt 2]

Rainwater pool, Eden's bed, lake campsite, fishing rock, archaeological field office, Remy's Estate, Great Hawk's tower, Ruins,

Animals

Black Dog

Actions

Riding a horse, question mark for inquires, searching for pots in lake, excersizing/hobbling in heels, gliding, entering town, searching for a mark, praying, and renting a stall [pt 1]

Getting in/out/refusing rides, trick or treating, sitting on the school stump, diving, descending/ascending in water, leaving water, and fixing Eden's cabin [pt 2]

Digging, showering, practise shooting, undo bindings, daydreaming, tilling, watching TV, chatting, singing, and plundering [pt 3]

Making tops/bottoms out of seaweed, meditating, relaxing

Events

Trial of purity

Clothes

Patient gown

Items

Milk, breast milk, chicken eggs, truffles, temple pew, dog treat, bronze key, library desk, soap [pt1]

Lichen, cosmetics, small/medium/large/huge exotic/huge decor fish tanks, auto feeder, tank decor, and sewer safe [pt 2]

Antique watch, grass, antique crystal, scrap, stimulants, torch, fertiliser, antique candlestick, rubble, and mud [pt 3]

Spiderwebs [pt 4]

Objects

Salves, sink, computer, rug, broom, dustpan, gift boxes, wolf chew toy, padlock [pt 1]

Cash register, Eden's valentine's day gift, Eden's coatstand, condom vending machine [pt 2]

Tending

Milk

Breast milk

Chicken eggs

Truffles

Ghostshrooms

"Take all"

Shop

Fetish collar icon is updated

LOCATION ART

Pirate ship

Island

Old Church

Sepulchre

Dilapidated Shop

Meadow

GAME MECHANICS

WORLD MECHANICS

Settings

"Split by Gender Apperance" changed to "Set/Ignore Sexual Orientation

Crime

Split into 10 categories; Assault, Coercion, Destruction of Property, Indecent Exposure, Obstruction of Justice, Prostitution, Resisting Arrest, Thievery, Petty Thievery, and Trespassing.

Crimes the PC has commited would be read out before punishment

Can adjust each crime in the cheat menu

Can view the crime stats in the stat menu

PARASITES

Ear Slime

Added an event that prevents PC to wear under lower garments, unless given directly to them

Sleeping event at Alex's farm

Sleeping event if you study at school naked

Alternate abduction event at the dog pound

At Remy's Farm, it would attempt to force you on all fours and eat grass

May force you to have sex with dolphins

Ear slime tasks are now in the Journal menu

Clit Parasite

Alternative masturbation options if PC has a clit parasite

MASTURBATION

Skip Button

Added a skip button that brings you to the next orgasm

PREGNANCY

Alex the Farmer

Avaliable pregnancy candidate [+more]

Crossdressing Fame

Can lower fame more if seen as a female are pregnant

Paternity Test

Option to do it at the Hospital

SHOPS

Hide Option

Can now choose to hide unavailable items in the shop

FEATS

New

Gilded Spear

Lost World

Face of a Guardian

Wild Monarch

Naturalised

Prehistoric Landscape

SOFT BAD ENDNG

The Island

How to enter, how to escape [+more]

UI

Stats

Sensitivity values can be viewed in the "Extra Stats" tab under "Characteristics"

Options

Confirmation dialouge appears when you try to exit/refresh the page [is on by default in ironman mode]. Can toggle it in the Advanced tab

CHEAT MENU

Clothes

Destroy, repair, dry, and drench clothes at once is added

Visuals

Breast and Cum Values have been replaced with sliders

Pregnancy

More additional options for pregnancy cheats

Teleport

Farmland tp is added

ENCOUNTERS

Double Penetration

Unique cum images is added

Anal

Improved xray sprites

Lower Underwear

Able to pull it to the side during encounters

EVENTS

Hitchiking

"Driving Lesson"

Pillory

Rimming and Watersports outcomes

Whipping and buttplug outcomes

Blackjack

Rimming outcomes

Spa

Rimming outcomes

Car Sex

NPCs will ask if PC needs to be dropped off anywhere after

Chalet

Prostitution opt. added

WARDOBE

Wardrobe Outfit Editor

Added a random color option

Filters

Warmth filter is added

LOCATIONS

ORPHANAGE

Whitney can upgrade the Loft

SCHOOL

Mason

Repeatable scene where he unlocks the chastity belt Winter put on you

Untying your bonds before swim class generates slightly random dialouge

Changing Rooms

PCs thoughts of being in the wrong changing room are more diverse, changes based on Crossdressing Rep

PC is no longer rejected immediately when looking like the opposite gender and is given weird stares and comments

Crossdressing Fame/Rep

Chance to lower crossdressing fame after not

THE POUND

Dog Happiness

Added a description of the dogs happiness on the main screen

NPCS/ANIMALS

WOLVES

Wolf Pack

PC is more comfortable naked around the wolves in the wolf pack

Wolf Cave

You can submit to wolves that advance towards you in the cave

BAILEY

Punishment(?)

Will now deliver PC to the tutorial person if PC stays at the orphanage for the first whole week

ZEPHYR THE PIRATE

Named NPC that is found during the Disguised Escape option

ITEMS

SEX TOYS

Fleshy color option is added to sex toys and strap ons

Fleshy color sidebar renderer is added [no idea what that means]

PLANTS

Flowers/Seeds

Plumeria, tendable [view the Island page for more info]

EXTRAS/MISC

ABILITIES

Clothes

Can tie cardigan around waist

Able to lower suspenders

[mysticdoodlez]

Kitty Noah headcanons

Kitty Noah knows Jolly is allergic to cats and hangs around him out of spite

For sure always wants to nap on Jolly's lap. Like, he'll get sleepy and leave the Nick's laps to find Jolly.

People outside of the band (excluding Jesse, Orie, Bryan, and Matt, who only egg on the antics to piss off Jolly) are like "Awww Kitty Noah likes you, look how attached he is to you" and Jolly has to sit their in suffering while Kitty Noah's going huehuehuehue...

He bit Jolly and caught an assault charge when Jolly tried to put him in the cat carrier. Jolly had to chug a cup of benadryl after. He's still traumatized.

So then who does Kitty Noah technically belong to? Ruffilo!

(He's known Kitty Noah the longest, so he adopted him in Virginia)

Ruffles knows Noah's tricks and the appropriate response/punishment

Possession of catnip? Ruffles breaks out the spray bottle

Public indecency? Cone of shame, baby

Assault, vehicular manslaughter, and desecration of a (mouse) corpse? I N T O T H E A N G E R C U B E

But even after all that, Kitty Noah still asks for uppies and Ruffilo will begrudgingly cave in.

At least until the next time Noah is perched on top of his cat tower with a sniper rifle.

Jolly and Ruffilo try to keep Kitty Noah's antics from Folio, because that guy refuses to believe that Noah is a lil shit.

Ruffles can list the mile-long list of crimes, and Folio will refuse to listen and believe it.

To Folio, Kitty Noah's only crime is that he's too adorable, and that's why Kitty Noah goes to Folio to cry in Folio's jacket hood, aka "The Kitty Pocket".

Kitty Noah steps in a puddle and Folio wraps him in a towel

But on the rare occasion that Folio can't defend Kitty Noah, he will wheedle Ruffles down to where the punishment is stuff like making everyone Apology Pancakes.

Which is fine and all until Jolly finds a bunch of cat hairs in his pancakes (put there purposefully)

Feel free to add your own, cuz I had to stop myself so I wouldn't seem too obsessive.

@cyrusunderscore @roley-poley-foley

[graffitiplanet]

When I first listened to Vice Grip, I was shell-shocked. Jaw to the floor in complete awe. Not because it was good. It was the worst music I had ever heard in my life, and I listen to 100 gecs. "Surely this can't be the precursor to the hit indie/alternative rock band Joywave?" I thought to myself. This godawful collection of "music" sounded like it came straight from a GarageBand mixtape on a burned CD, played through your family PC's shitty built-in speakers. Which was probably how it was meant to be played anyway.

Once I got over the initial knee-jerk reaction to catapult my headphones straight through the nearest window, I found myself listening to the small handful of tracks for a second time. Why would I subject myself to such cruel punishment? There must have been something in the water that fateful day, because each time I re-listened, it sounded better and better…

Something about it… captivated me. Was it the screeching, autotuned vocals that caught my attention? The vapid and childishly crude lyrics? Or the over-mixed drums and mp3 fuzz that proved its authenticity (and lack thereof)? Izzy Sparks was speaking to me from the faraway, ancient year of 2007. He had taken my heart from the lockbox, so to say. I began to understand.

Taken at face value, Vice Grip's discography contains objectively, the worst songs ever written (save for one*). But we need to go deeper. To truly comprehend the beauty of Vice Grip, one must understand the concept of:

Somewhere in 21-year-old Daniel Michael Armbruster's mind, there was a great plan stewing. If his eccentric mannerisms, cynical lyricism, and off-putting tweets of today suggest anything, it is that Daniel is no stranger to satire. His devilish plan to create the perfect caricature of 00s synthpop was never meant to be anything more than a one-time joke. How (un)fortunate that Vice Grip was conceived at the height of the second boyband craze, leading to international success and an active fanbase. Their faces were on TV around the world, and even in magazines. Vice Grip even eclipsed the popularity of the Hoodies, their completely 100% sincere pop-punk effort.

Perhaps this non-band came too early. Were they ahead of their time? It seemed Vice Grip had become the very thing it swore to destroy. Fittingly, the band self-destructed after releasing their final album: The Vice Grip Anthology (2320 H.D. - 2009 A.D.). Causes for the breakup include drug addiction, sex addiction, pornography (both producing and consuming), cannibalism, food addiction, feudalism, and college classes.

Eventually fading into obscurity and surpassed by newer satirical bands like Joywave and KOPPS, Vice Grip's genius went unappreciated for the next 15 years. The full Vice Grip Anthology was lost to link rot and Web 1.0's decay. The search for this holy grail was further crushed when former band members revealed that not even they possessed a copy. I mean, can you blame them? It seemed that Vice Grip was nothing more than an unpleasant memory, preserved only in the minds of the ex-emo millennials who had nothing better to do at Warped Tour 2008.

Until one fateful day in the year 2023. The Anthology had at last been uncovered, dug up and dusted off by one of the few fans who had the indecency to pay $9.99 on iTunes for it, all those years ago. It was subsequently transmitted all the way from Pluto to every deviant computer in the world, and is now freely available to all mortals that can withstand the sonic assault on their eardrums.

Everything on the internet does indeed last forever, much to the chagrin of Armbruster FKA Sparks. In his own words, "[The Anthology] is 31 tracks of complete and utter bullshit, presented in chronological order." But for the five or so Vice Grip fans that still exist on this planet, it was worth its weight in gold and then some (so I'm told). It truly is the most amazing album we will ever hear.

I am now at the point in my Vice Grip journey where Holly & Emily is a welcome guest on my shuffle play, rather than a dastardly scourge to make me cringe into the 4th dimension. This presents some difficulties when playing my music in a car filled with more sensible people than I. But they simply have not yet been mind-blown by the frequencies that Vice Grip has to offer.

The true artistry of Vice Grip hides behind the superficial. These are not songs meant to be loathed and detested by their audience. These are songs crafted with love. These are love songs. Because we love it.

Vice Grip truly is the greatest band the world has ever freaking seen.

*Thriller 2 is the best song Daniel has ever made.

[coutelier]

NAME: Kaya Cade

AGE: 21

HEIGHT: 169cm / 5ft 7 inches

PERSONALITY: Chaotic Everything. Her sense of humor is primarily just messing with people - she enjoys watching them be confused the nonsense she spins. She can also be very impulsive, jumping into situations without thinking then wondering how she gets into these messes.

BIO: Numerous counts of petty theft, assault, possession, indecent exposure, spiking drinks at a police officer’s ball with laxatives (although that was never proven). These are only the things she was arrested for - after leaving school she in fact spent a few years as a pickpocket and thief for the towns totally legitimate businessman Stan Greif. An unhappy relationship with her father meant she left home as soon as she was able to make her own way in the world. In school she joined up with Stan's daughter, Angela, and with a couple of others formed a band called The Killer Aqua Bunnies. However, in wanting to be part of a group, Kaya turned her back on her older childhood friend Jennifer. Lately Kaya has been making an effort to clean up her ways, but without much success.

[saedatshan]

LGBTQ Life Dangerous in Middle East and North Africa

Many Middle Eastern and North African countries have laws restricting sexual behavior. Countries including Saudi Arabia, Sudan, Syria, and the United Arab Emirates criminalize certain sexual acts between two people of the opposite sex, marital infidelity, and people of the same sex. Those who belong to the LGBTQ community face persecution, placing themselves in danger when they openly identify as LGBTQ or appear to promote alternative lifestyles.

According to a February 2021 article from the House of Commons Library, many of the laws used to address the LGBTQ community in North African and Middle Eastern countries originate from British and French colonial rule and from Sharia law. These forms of legislation address same-sex relationships by explicitly using gender-neutral language using phrases such as “unnatural sex” or “sexual intercourse contrary to the order of nature.” In Qatar, for example, legislators have written gender-specific language such as a man “enticing” or “instigating” another man into law.

In Sudan and Kuwait, legislators also criminalize sexual acts between two men. Lebanese and Syrian lawmakers criminalize any act falling into the “unnatural sex” category. In some instances, the authorities in these countries have used the term “unnatural sex” to criminalize sexual acts between two people of the same sex.

The laws in some of these countries also target expressions of gender identity. In the United Arab Emirates and Kuwait, the law prohibits gender nonconformity. Kuwait, in particular, enacted laws in 2007 that criminalized imitating the opposite sex. Wearing gender-non-conforming clothing can culminate in charges of promoting debauchery and indecent behavior. These laws, if broken, lead to arbitrary arrests and degrading treatment. Alternatively, some laws contain vague language using words such as morality and indecency to refer to behaviors promoting homosexuality. If caught distributing such material in Algeria and Yemen, the authorities label this as a breach of modesty.

In Iraq, singing songs or participating in broadcasts deemed indecent brings the individual or group under the scrutiny of the authorities. Jordan authorities also punish people who appear to support LGBTQ, scrutinizing any behavior deemed immodest, and publication of materials that go against what is perceived as public morals and indecent is considered a crime.

These laws establish a framework for meting out punishment for people suspected of the above acts. A few cases illustrate the severity with which the authorities handle those who identify, promote, or engage in the above behaviors. For instance, Sarah Hegazy, who identified as an Egyptian queer feminist, held up a rainbow flag at a concert in Cairo to support the lead singer, an openly gay band member of the group Mashrou' Leila, in 2017. The photo was posted on Facebook, and Hegazy received thousands of hateful messages. The police arrested Hegazy for joining a group (the band) that interfered with the country’s constitution, and she later took her in life while in exile in Canada.

Security forces in Tunisia threatened to arrest, physically assault, and sexually assault LGBTQ activists in June 2021 as part of countrywide demonstrations. The authorities also outed and smeared individuals who identified as LGBTQ, exposing their personal information and identities without their consent.

Authorities are not the only groups that threaten the liberty and safety of LGBTQ individuals and their supporters. In Saudi Arabia, Yemeni blogger Mohamad al-Bokari stated on one of his blogs that he supported equal rights for all, including equal rights for the LGBTQ community. In response, armed groups threatened to kill him, and he fled on foot from Yemen to Saudi Arabia.

Because much of this legislation cracks down on promoting or supporting LGBTQ platforms, LGBTQ individuals under the authorities' scrutiny have little recourse in dealing with situations that make life very difficult. Denied even the right to express support for this group of people, activists such as al-Bokari, who was guilty of supporting equal rights for all, can find themselves in a maelstrom, one taking years to recover from. Ultimately, LGBTQ communities in this region fights for their dignity in the ways that make most sense for their individual contexts, and they are worthy of our solidarity.

[lixel-5]

i’m so uncomfortable with how people treat MSI just because they make good music

i haven’t looked deeply into it but from what i understand the lead singer got arrested for public indecency, and later GROOMED AND SEXUALLY ASSAULTED A MINOR

AND NO ONE CARES

Wilbur Soot (god i hate him) assaulted/abused his past girlfriend(s?) and the internet did what it’s supposed to: cancel him and stop listening to his music

what Jimmy Urine has done is much worse that what Soot did (not defending him in the slightest, what Soot did is vile. Urine just did worse).

the rest of the band is at fault, too. not just Urine. they put up with this behavior.

i heard through the grapevine that they put the minor he was grooming on a T-Shirt.

but just because they have some good music no one fucking cares

[aureumjeon]

hush (m) jjk

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; established relationship, college au.

warning; public indecency, exhibitionism, exhibition kink, tit sucking, jungkook loves your tits, fingering, degradation, pwp really.

word count; 2598

summary;

➜ when you invited your boyfriend to a study date at the library on a Friday night, studying was your only intention. Of course, Jungkook always had a knack of ruining your plans.

a/n; now that this is out of the wayy, i will now be working on my money matters prequel! i hope you look forward to that one! 

"For the last time, kook," you discreetly pushed off his arm around your torso, hand comfortably purchased on your clothed breast. "I called you here to study with me, not mess around."

He only let out a small airy grunt in reply, not caring about a single word you just said. The wooden legs of the chair he was situated on dragged across the gray carpeted floor as he moved closer to you, once again sliding his arm around your body and fixating his hand back to its previous position.

"J-jungkook..." You whined as you felt his slender fingers gently knead at your mound, even with a bra on, he could sense how hard your nipple has become at his lingering touch. The words that tumbled out your mouth said no but your body language says otherwise. The blunt edges of your teeth painfully dug into the soft flesh of your bottom lip while you tried your best to suppress the needy moans wanting to escape.

"Tell me to stop." A hint of challenge lacing his tone with the slight curve of his lips. He knew how much he affected you; how his honey slicked voice crawled under your skin and shot straight to your core. 

Exhibitionism wasn't on top of your list but it was on his. 

Although no matter how much he wanted to do bad things to you under the prying and watchful eyes of those around you, your consent has always been and always will be his priority.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop." jungkook was growing impatient by the second, you can tell by how hard he was squeezing at your breast.

"D-dont--" you faintly mouthed, burying your face in the curve of his neck. His musky scent overpowering your senses and doubling the wetness forming between your legs. "s-stop..."

"Fuck" he cursed under his breath, you were too fucking good for him. He temporarily released his grip on you and plotted his next move.

At this point, the only thing you could do is hope your mouth stays close like your eyes.

You felt the hem of your skirt hitch up as his right hand roamed the expanse of your quivering thighs. Just as you were about to close it shut, he jammed his hand in between them.

"I don't think so, baby." It came out as a whisper and got you squirming in your seat. He scanned the premises of the facility, the number of people inside could be counted with the fingers on his hand. It was pretty empty considering that it was a Friday night, most college students would rather hang out at a party than study in library.

In the eyes of an outsider, the two of you only looked like a normal couple. A loving boyfriend letting his exhausted girlfriend take a nap on his shoulder. How sweet. 

What they don't know won't kill them and if they find out, well, it'll only rile him up more.

At the back of your mind, you thank god that you chose a spot facing the wall. If you didn't, the person sitting on the table parallel to yours would have a front row seat to your dripping pussy.

"You like that?" Jungkook's hand found its way to your clothed core, trailing the pad of his fore and middle finger over the newly moistened patch. "God, you're always so fucking wet for me, y/n."

The heat and wetness of your aroused cunt have gotten to him, a noticeable tent forming at the crotch area of his sweatpants. He quickly grasped your hand and pressed it against his growing erection.

 "Shit..."

 You shut your eyes even tighter and braced yourself for what was about to come next when he began pushing your underwear to the side.

A breathless whimper was all you can utter at the sensation of sudden intrusion, his middle finger shoved inside your hole down to the last knuckle.

"Always so tight, you dirty slut. Clenching around my finger like vice grips."All his words came out as a mumble, barely audible, still it sent shockwaves of electricity throughout your entire body. Nobody does it like him, only jungkook has got this much control and power over you.

"Be good a girl for me and unbutton your shirt, I want to suck on those perky nipples of yours."

Somehow your breath gets caught up in your throat, and you're suddenly gasping for air. How can his presence be so suffocating and enticing at the same time like you're drowning in a deadly sea with a lifeboat next to you but you decided you’d rather die and be enveloped by the waters. 

You do as you're told, unbuttoning your blouse half way through just enough for your boobs to poke out.

"Damn," Jungkook kissed your forehead, giving you ample time to hold your head steady after leaning on him for a while.

He then laid his head cradled by his arm on the surface of the table, his face conveniently positioned in front of your chest. With his same hand, he hooked a finger under the front band of your bra and tugged it downwards. Your plump breast bounced deliciously against the force and you can see the way his pupil blew up with lust and fervor.

"Will never get tired of these." Jungkook confessed, dipping his head closer and taking in one pert nipple in his mouth. Slowly and surely, he was taking time sucking at your sensitive nub. His idle hand took note of the nipple he physically couldn't reach with his mouth and did its purpose. Pinching and tweaking.

The wet feeling of his mouth, tongue and fingers on your burning skin had you bucking your hips into his stagnant finger. Whining and yearning for any sort of friction.

"Oh," he smiled while still latched onto your nipple, "I'm sorry, I forgot." He sunk his teeth into your hardened bud; the ardent sting has got you curling your toes inside your shoes and hands gripping at the edge of your seat.

"They don't call you golden tits for nothing," he proudly boasts, not his fault that his girl was one of the hottest chicks in the entire university.

He slid another finger in you, pumping it at a leisurely pace while his hot mouth was still connected to your breast. Lapping and nipping at the bud and the skin around it, eliciting goosebumps to emerge on every square inch of your body.

 "J-jungkook.."

 "Yes?" He cooed, slightly tilting his head up and peppered your collarbone with kisses. Occasionally stopping and sucking at a certain spot until a purple bruise blooms.

You deduced Jungkook was certainly taking his time. His digits stroked your aching walls at an excruciatingly timid pace, thumb not even meeting your clit once. At this point getting caught was the least of your worries, the only goal you wanted to achieve was to come.

"Please, please, please..." You lowered your head and rested your burning forehead against his cheek while he continued marking your unmarred skin. "I w-want to cum,” 

You almost choked on your own spit as you fought the sob crawl from your throat when he shoved his digits deeper into you, the tip of his finger caressing the rough spot inside your sex. Your back arched on the backrest of your chair and you held your head from falling back too far. 

“Hmm?” his hooded gaze stared at your face inches away from his, a recognizable grimace inscribed on it. Your brows furrowed, almost meeting at the center of your face; eyes shuttered, scantily masking the ache you were feeling; cheeks flushed hot, dusted with a carmine tinge. Your lips trembled, even when set in a thin line. Jungkook knows this ‘face’ of yours all too well, he’s well aware of what he needs to do.

“Please…” this was too much, you could feel every muscle in your body tense up and knot to the point where it started to hurt. Your hands shook uncontrollably when you clutched onto Jungkook’s shoulder, nails digging into his jacket, pleading, begging.

“Jungkook…” Tears began gathering at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill if you were still denied of your craved orgasm. 

“Y/n,” You opened your eyes only to see Jungkook staring intently at the distraught mess you’ve become. “Hush.” With a lecherous smirk etched on his pink lips and an amorous glint in his deep-set brown eyes. 

His wrist snapped and his calloused fingers recklessly propelled into the deepest depth of your pussy. The clogs in the pit of your stomach finally began turning, and you felt your strained shoulders loosen up as he continued to assault your starving cunt with his straight jabs.

You steadied your breathing as best as you could and carefully observed those around you. Thankfully they were still busy minding their own business to notice yours. You leaned back in your seat and angled your hips so that your boyfriend’s fingers can sharpen its thrust into you. A relieved and blissful sigh escaped your lips as you revelled at the new and exhilarating emotion this was bringing you. 

“Such a needy slut.” Jungkook chuckled, watching his digits get sucked in by your narrow cavern and every time he pulled out, it got even more coated with your slick juices. He suddenly pulled out completely, making you clench painfully around nothing and you wail a little too loud. Your hands came flying straight to cover your mouth.

Jungkook’s clacked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, eyes piercing through yours “If we get caught, you won’t be able to cum, understand?” He inserted his two fingers drenched with your essence inside his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on it until it was bone dry, releasing it with a lewd pop. “Now, be a good slut and shut that dirty mouth of yours or else.” You know Jungkook well enough to know what me means with ‘or else.’ He’d have no trouble depriving you of your orgasm and walking out on you this instance if you commit even the slightest mistake.

 You obediently nodded without hesitation. 

 “Good girl.” He gently stroked your tear stained cheeks with his thumb and placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose. “Now,” This time he advanced three fingers past your dribbling folds and the stretch is indescribable, divine even. The way his long digits mercilessly scissored inside you, going against the natural reflex of your walls to constrict them has got you soaring near your anticipated high.

“Fuck,” he groaned at the way your balmy velvet walls wrapped around him perfectly. “You’re even tighter than before, fuck.” He imagined his dick in place of his fingers being hugged and milked by your incredible pussy for all it's got. The mere thought of him pounding into you made him harder. Shit, he can do that later. Now, he needs to give you what you want, what he came here to do. 

His lips found your neglected stiff nipple, latching onto it and sucking like a starved infant. 

"J-jungkook.." You sighed, droplet of sweat forming at your temples. The library was fully air-conditioned, but you were sweating buckets like you've been sitting in a sauna for the last ten minutes. Damn this boy and what he does to you. 

The force and accuracy of his fingers pushing into you and abusing your sweet spot while suckling on your bud has sent you spiraling into a delirious state. It's so tight, the coil in your stomach. "I'm so close…" 

 "Then come."

 He coaxed, tripling the speed of his digits rubbing against your convulsing walls. You never ceased to amaze him, if you were already tight before, he doesn't understand how your pussy is still clamping down on his fingers. "Fuck… Your cunt is fucking amazing..."

It doesn't take long before your eyes start rolling to the back of your skull and images of white stars fill the back of your eyelids. Relief, sweet relief flooded your body the moment you came. 

Before any of your juices got the chance to dribble down your thigh, Jungkook slides his finger across your swollen slit, scoops it up and shoves it back into you making you squeak in surprise.

 "You're not gonna let any of that go waste until I eat it out of you, understand?" 

A sly wicked grin appeared on Jungkook's face and you knew exactly what that meant. 

 --

 The jog from the library to Jungkook's apartment was the longest five minute in your life. Every part of your body, even the backs of your knees were coated with a thin sheen of sweat. Fuck all of this, you couldn't wait any longer. You slithered your body between him and the door and attached your hungry lips to his jugular. Your manicured fingernails scratching and digging into his back with much impatience.

"Fuck baby." Jungkook groaned as you nibbled and licked the expanses of tense his neck. Tasting the concoction of his sweat mixed with his favourite scent from Hugo boss. God, you loved how he tastes. How hot his skin becomes when it collides with yours, and how he makes you into the horny mess you are now. Fuck, you love everything about this man.

"So impatient." He fumbled with the keys for a few seconds before finding out it was unlocked. Hyung must have left if unlocked since he knew I was coming home, he thought. Paying no mind to it, their apartment building had great security anyways. 

"Kookie," you moaned, desperately trying to peel off his restricting clothes from his body while he did the same to yours. "Want you now." You mumbled, gliding your hand over the taut muscle of his abdomen.

Jungkook captured you by the waist, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. Taking a handful of your plump ass in his hand and then giving it a harsh slap. He trod the ten step walk from their front door to the living room couch, gently setting you down on the soft furniture.

"Want you, too" He couldn't wait either. With hooded lids, he marvelled at your immaculate image sprawled on his sofa. Supple skin glowing under the fluorescent light, tits barely contained by your lace bra, and your hair acting as a halo around your radiant face. You looked fucked up as ever, and he lives for it.

As he was about to unbuckle his belt and finally stick his dick into you, he was interrupted by a cough.

 "Um, excuse me?" Jungkook's platinum blond haired roommate started.

 "Oh shit, Yoongi-hyung." 

You bet yourself you were faster than flash, grabbing the decorative pillow next to you and concealing your exposed body.

"I-I thought you were..." anyone in the room can hear the sound of Jungkook gulping. "out with Namjoon-hyung?" He gave a crooked smile, side-stepping to the left just enough to cover you with his own naked self. 

"Last minute cancel," the elder shrugged nonchalantly, as if he hadn't seen something he shouldn't have. "Don't worry about me. I'll mind my own business. You love birds can continue." He retreated back to his genius lab.

Jungkook looked at you, blush creeping up to the curve of his ears. "Sorry about that," lips curling into an innocent smile "where were we?" 

Your fit of giggles we're unstoppable as you threw the pillow you were holding onto, aiming for his face. “Shut up, Kook.” You couldn't believe the audacity of this boy. 

--

[djbunnie]

Don't F*** With The Waynes Wife

Raven walks in the wayne enterprise wearing a white spaghetti strap ruffled midi a-line mesh dress, classic white 4 inch heels and Windsor Classic Oversized Floppy Straw Hat. carrying a bento box wrapped in a green and gold furoshiki.

Karen: “Oh my god look at her!” *points at raven*

Martha: “Who is she? Does she even work here?”

Karen: “pfft...please. Do you really think a whore like herself would work in this establishment. I mean look at her… wearing such a slutty outfit.”

Martha: “I bet that bimbo is trying to seduce Damian Wayne. Like someone of his stature would ever court with filth.”

Karen: *nods* “Damian Wayne deserves a woman of class and intelligence like me.”

Martha: “Please he deserves a woman of beauty and grace like Me.”

Karen: “let's stop her before she tarnishes poor Damian Wayne's reputation or worse!”

Martha: *nods*

Karen and Martha speed walk towards Raven blocking her from the elevator.

Raven: *confused* “umm… could I help you ladies?”

Karen: “yes actually! You could leave this building immediately!”

Raven: “Excuse me!”

Martha: “you heard her LEAVE or we’ll call the police.”

Raven: *more confused* “What? Why?”

Karen: “Look, we know who you are. I mean look at you wearing such revealing clothes like a fucking slut. filth like you belong in jail and you broke into the building and you are assaulting us.”

Raven: *mad* “Excuse Me!”

Karen and Martha: *both pretending to be in pain* “HELP! HELP! CALL THE COPS! THIS WOMAN IS CRAZY! HELP! HELP!”

~everyone is staring at the 3 women~

Raven: *frozen in shock*

~elevator opens behind Karen and Martha~

Damian: “umm...is there a problem?”

Karen and Martha turned around in awe! Both women hid behind Damian.both acting all distress crying fake tears..

Karen: “Mr.Wayne Thank God you're here... ” *points at raven* “this woman broke into this building and started harassing us!”

Martha: “it's true sir! this whore threatened us! she has a weapon inside of her little bag thing.”

Damian: *Death glares* “What did you call her?”

Karen: “She's a prostitute! I mean look at her with heavy makeup, indecent clothes.such filth should not even step foot in this establishment.”

Martha: *nods* “Luckily we were able to stop her before she got to you.”

Damian: *furious* “HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THAT WAY ABOUT MY WIFE!”

Karen and Martha: “HUH?!”

Karen and Martha both notice the wedding bands in both Damian and the amethyst eye woman's hands. Karen and Martha turned white as ghosts. Both women realized they fucked up… real bad. Both women were fired, charged for assault and disorderly conduct, and without Raven's knowledge Damien was able to pay good money to sentence both women to life in Arkham asylum.

Raven reward her hero involving red lingerie and whipped cream ;)

[undeadorion]

This is the patch Crawford has on the back of his sweatshirt. Magenta Kings is an band in the his world that I’ve cooked up a ridiculous amount of backstory for despite having no influence on the plot. So let's get a good ramble going!

The Magenta Kings are a band who refuses to fit into a well defined container. Even their sound and style makes people mad. Officially, they’re classified as a punk band. But their sound is a lot cleaner and less raw than what people want from punk bands. 

But a lot of the flack they get is from their identities. They market themselves as a band of “queer men.” Which people take offense to, because they typically don’t qualify it further. When pressed, they clarified that it’s 3 gay men and 1 bi man, and 1 of those is a transman. They refused to clarify which was which. The waters are muddied by them all having a style that falls somewhere in the overlap of punk and goth with a dash of GNC flair--a lot of black, a lot of studded leather, and a lot of eyeliner.

When they talk to the press, even more “alt media” types who are supposed to be better about that stuff, they’re often aggressively pressed for details, mostly trying to get them to out the transman. Certain fans would pick up the question, as well. Often with less care than the media. 

Mind you, in this world, thanks to people with special abilities and studying things like healers and shapeshifters, medical tech is super advanced. So if someone has the money for the highest level, they can get a GRS that makes them functionally indistinguishable from a cis person. It just requires a different kind of upkeep.

A trend started when one of them got sick of the questions. He started responding with stuff like “What’s it matter, you wanna sleep with me or something? Or you just wanna see what’s in my pants?” And still people tried to ask. And their escalating responses landed every last member with at least some sort of legal charge. Mostly for indecent exposure. But one guy, the lead singer, got so fed up. A reporter tried to say anyone could fake having one (after other transphobic comments). So he grabbed the male reporter’s hand and had him touch it. The singer got slapped with sexual assault charges for it.

But what really gets a spotlight is the fact that the lead singer was arrested for punching a congresswoman in the face. He didn’t even know who she was. He just happened to be passing as she was harassing a high school aged trans advocate. He just saw someone hurling transphobic things at basically a child and reacted. 

Because of this there’s people online who will attack anyone who so much as mentions the band, behaving as if the band is full of vile predators. And that they’re terrible representation, acting like they’re faking for not revealing which is which. But there’s also people who treat them like paragons and protectors, insisting on seeing them only through a positive lens. 

When asked about it, they just shrug and say “we’re just four bastards who wanna make music.” 

[huntertag]

THE RAIDERS SPECIES: MEXA

Coming from the dark, mostly desert and volcanic world of Hyo'ova, the Mexa are one of few species to know their homeworld. This race of mammals are known for their more animalistic behavior and tribal ways, as well as their impeccable ability to quickly build starships and starports. Their mass-production capabilities have never been beaten, only equaled. The mexa live in Tribes across their entire planet and are governed by a single body and are somewhat xenophobic, not making themselves known across the galaxy. They can have many different fur patterns that are typically gray markings, usually in triangle shapes, on their face and shoulders, but can also have gray bands and stripes along their head, neck, and stomach. Their fur is very thick and covers their whole bodies, which acts as an insulation on their world, protecting them from the sun and heat, but are not too suited for cold temperatures, which is what their large fluffy tails are for. Because of this, clothes can be very uncomfortable for themand tend not to wear any. But due to its thickness, they are completely concealed, thus a clothless mexa is not considered indecent. The mexa also dont wear any kind of shoes unless in EVA. The mexa are very strong and tall. They are considered to be structured closer to feral animal species more than any other race. They do not fight as many other species do, instead, they will weaken long range offensive capabilities of an opposing force, then dash in with energy shield and begin slashing with their claws and biting with their large teeth in close-quarters. However, many ground forces wear armor to strong for them, so instead they used a special weapon they developed called a "Blast-Sword" typically a laser weapon of a large pistol size with energy blade emitters. There are however larger caliber weapons with the emitters. The Mexi language, Mixia, is mostly made of vowel sounds. Consenents show more importance in their language. A common word would be almost always completely vowels, while something specific and of significance would be balanced. The Mexa are the only species to have placed a super structure around their systems star.

During the Century War, the Mexa were annexed into the Berretans empire to build their warships. The Mexa found themselves a loyal ally to the Berretans and were rewarded for their service. The Mexa built the great Gemini class dreadnoughts and the 5 Moonbases. Further into the war, the Yuratian Empire caught onto where the Berretans were getting their ships and moved in to directly assault their homeworld, Hyo'ova, burning most of its surface. The Berretans were quick to rescue as many Mexa as they could, placing them in cryo to be woken later. Those who survived the assault outside of berretans help, returned when the war was over, along with the rest who were woken when the berretans were sure to lose. With no superpower controlling them, the Mexa reconnected with another xenophobic race called the Ahm'n, who have done well to keep themselves hidden by appearing to be too primative, despite being the most technologically advanced in the galaxy. The Mexa supplied them with warships to place into their hidden arsnel and the Ahm'n gave the Mexa new technologies to aid them in their reconstruction. When the Pereta began their spread, they came to the Mexa, who quickly joined them with the promise of the new Berretans. They cut their official ties with the Ahm'n and continued doing what they did best, building warships. The Mexa tend not to speak to those they don't know, or even remotely don't like, which leads many to feel uneasy around them, or believe they can't talk in the first place.

[1962dude420-blog]

Today we remember the passing of Mia Zapata(27 Club) who Died: July 7, 1993 in Seattle, Washington

Mia Katherine Zapata (August 25, 1965 – July 7, 1993) was an American musician who was the lead singer for the Seattle punk band The Gits. After gaining praise in the nascent grunge scene, Zapata was murdered in 1993 while on her way home from a music venue, at age 27. The crime went unsolved for a decade before her killer, Jesus Mezquia, was tried, convicted and sentenced to 36 years in prison.

Mia Zapata was raised in Louisville, Kentucky and attended high school at Presentation Academy. Zapata learned how to play the guitar and the piano by age nine, and was influenced by punk rock as well as jazz, blues, and R&B singers such as Bessie Smith, Billie Holiday, Jimmy Reed, Ray Charles, Hank Williams, and Sam Cooke.

In 1984, Zapata enrolled at Antioch College in Yellow Springs, Ohio as a liberal arts student. In September 1986, she and three friends formed the punk rock band The Gits. In 1989, the band relocated to Seattle, Washington. Zapata found a job at a local bar and the four band members moved into an abandoned house they called "The Rathouse." The band released a series of well-received singles on local independent record labels from 1990 to 1991. As the Gits were making a name for themselves in the local music scene, they often played shows with their friends' band, 7 Year Bitch. In 1992, the band released its debut album Frenching the Bully. Their reputation progressively increased within the grunge scene in Seattle, before the band began work on their second and final album Enter: The Conquering Chicken, released in 1993.

Zapata came from an affluent family but often lived without material comforts. As her father described it: "Mia lived in two different worlds. She lived on two different sides of the street—the straight side on one, with parochial schools, an affluent family, and tennis clubs. But when she crossed the street, material things didn't mean anything to her." Zapata's music often led to a rejection of financial comfort, but regardless of status, Valerie Agnew describes Mia as "commanding respect and interest immediately".

Zapata was well connected to her community. Peter Sheehy recalls: "Mia was the hub of several social circles; a magnetic personality who drew all sorts of people together who otherwise might never have met." On his way to her funeral, Zapata's father became lost and recalls many people carrying yellow roses: the admission ticket to her service. Judge Sharon Armstrong, the judge during her killer's trial, highlighted Zapata as an "extraordinarily vibrant" girl, who was "obviously talented"; she was "struck by how closely Zapata had connected to so many people"

The Gits, who included guitarist Andrew "Joe Spleen" Kessler, drummer Steve Moriarty, and bassist Matt Dresdner, met in Ohio in 1986. A few years later, the band decided to move to Seattle to engage in city's burgeoning music scene. Within no time the Gits had developed a following amidst the local underground punk scene. Although the group was 75% men, the band as a whole and Zapata in particular became popular amongst the feminist community of Seattle at the time.

In 1990, after the move to Seattle, the Gits went on a successful international tour without the support of a record label. In 1992, their first independent album, Frenching the Bully, was released. The album had hits such as "Another Shot of Whiskey", "Second Skin", and "Here's to Your Fuck", receiving positive reviews. Throughout the recording of the second album, the band had planned a large U.S. and European tour as well as many local shows, all the while being courted by various labels. Unfortunately, before the band could finish and release their second album, Enter: The Conquering Chicken, Zapata was murdered. The band did continue making music, and found success in their second album with singles such as "Seaweed" and "Precious Blood".

Around 2 a.m. on July 7, 1993, Zapata left the Comet Tavern in the Capitol Hill area of Seattle. She stayed at a studio space in the basement of an apartment building located a block away, and briefly visited a friend who lived on the second floor. This was the last time Zapata was seen alive. She may have walked a few blocks west, or north to a friend's apartment, or may have decided to take the long walk south to her home.

Zapata's body was discovered near the intersection of 24th Avenue South and South Washington Street at around 3:30 a.m, located in Seattle's Central District. She had been beaten, raped, and strangled. It is believed she encountered her attacker shortly after 2:15 a.m. Her body was not initially identified as she had no identification on her when she was found. An episode of the cable television show Forensic Files revealed that she was identified after the medical examiner, who was a fan of the Gits and had been to their concerts, recognized her. According to the medical examiner, if she had not been strangled, she would have died from the internal injuries suffered from the beating. According to court documents, an autopsy found evidence of a struggle in which Zapata suffered blunt impact to her abdomen and a lacerated liver.

Zapata is interred at Cave Hill Cemetery in her hometown of Louisville. The Seattle music community, including its most famous bands – Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and Soundgarden – helped raise $70,000 to hire a private investigator for three years. The funds dried up without any major breaks in the case, but the investigator, Leigh Hearon, continued to investigate on her own time. In 1998, after five years of investigation, Seattle police detective Dale Tallman said: "We're no closer to solving the case than we were right after the murder."

In 2003, Florida fisherman Jesus Mezquia, who had come from Cuba in 1980 in the Mariel boatlift, was arrested and charged in connection with Zapata's murder based on DNA evidence. A DNA profile was extracted from saliva found on Zapata's body and kept in cold storage until the STR technology was developed for full extraction. An original entry in 2001 failed to generate a positive result, but Mezquia's DNA entered the national CODIS database after he was arrested in Florida for burglary and domestic abuse in 2002. Mezquia had a history of violence toward women including domestic abuse, burglary, assault, and battery. All of his ex-girlfriends, and his wife, had filed reports against him. There was also a report of indecent exposure on file against him in Seattle within two weeks of Zapata's murder. However, there was no known prior link between Mezquia and Zapata.

Mezquia never testified in his own defense, and still maintains his innocence. The theory is that he saw Zapata leave the bar and followed her a short distance before he attacked. Her headset covered her ears so she would have been unaware of any danger until he grabbed her and dragged her to his car, where he assaulted her in the back seat. Mezquia was convicted in 2004 and initially sentenced to 37 years, which he appealed. He was then sentenced to 36 years.

[headoverhiddles]

Go On, Smile - Marilyn Manson x Reader

Synopsis: You and the band terrorize the local mall. AKA The totally fictional, fucked up origins of the samples from Cake and Sodomy. 

Notes: Portrait era! Warning for intentions of assault (not from Manson) and general immature debauchery. 

There's nothing left to do in this town.

You, your boyfriend, and a few members of his band that aren't still sleeping, are wandering around the small town they're set to perform tonight. The venue's gonna be tiny, just like the town, but at this point, any gig is a good gig. They're touring their asses off to promote their first studio album, an album nobody thought could possibly get produced. Lots of touring meant a few shitty stops (okay, a fair amount), and it meant days of either doing drugs in hotel rooms, pasting flyers around the city, or trying to do normal things.

"We could vandalize buses," Jeordie suggests. 

"There's only one bus that comes by here, once every hour at half past sharp," Pogo replies, staring at the palm of his hand. "I've been watching it."

"What about the mall?" you suggest.

"Does barbie want to go shopping?" Pogo mutters. You throw a crumpled up fast food bag from the ground at him.

Brian finally speaks up. "The mall's not a bad idea, actually. There might be makeup stores there, I can swipe some pancake shit for tonight's show."

Now that their fearless leader had spoken, everyone grunted their own form of agreement, getting up off the park bench.

Making it to the mall, Jeordie runs over to the directory. "I'm going to the candy store." Pogo seems to like that idea, and the two walk off. Brian calls after them.

"Assholes! Meet us back at the doors by six, we've got a show to get to!" He turns to you, taking your hand and rolling his eyes. "As if they don't get enough drugs. Now they need sugar highs too."

The two of you walk toward the drugstore to check out the makeup. Brian immediately heads over to the lip aisle, and starts pocketing some reds and plum colours.

"You know... I wouldn't mind a bit of candy," you tell him, swinging your hand with his, "A nice, big lollipop."

Brian licks his lips. "How would you lick it, baby? Swirl your tongue over the tip?"

"I'd get it all into my mouth, then when it hits the back of my throat, I'd swallow all that sweet sugar." Brian groans, starting to walk toward the candy store with you too, and you shrug. "But I'd settle for some sugar babies."

"You get the sugar babies," he smirks, "I'll get the sugar daddy."

"You are not a sugar daddy," you laugh. He scoffs.

"I could be!" He slides his hand down to feel up your ass. "I could be your daddy, babygirl."

"You're the same fucking age as me, and you've got no money."

He shakes his head. "Just give this record a little more time. Once Interscope pushes it and Portrait sells a billion copies, stadiums all over the world'll want Marilyn Manson to scare the crap out of their upstanding citizens. We'll be in demand! Then I can buy you all sorts of weird relics."

"Special," you smile, "Normal sugar daddies buy their babies diamonds. No, I get prosthetic hands and Eichmann's aluminum dentures."

"You love it." 

"I do," you giggle, and his eyes suddenly take on that mischievous glint.

"Photo booth."

"Bri, really?"

"We gotta go in, and do a porno shoot."

"What?!"

"There's nobody around but us. Come on baby, let's take really fucking dirty pictures."

"You know, they probably save these somewhere to print them, right?"

"Good, you can flash your tits, make the mall cop jack off. Here, we can record, and put it on the new single, Cake and Sodomy! It'll be perfect."

You blush, and he pulls you into the little tent in the middle of the pathetically empty strip mall. He sets up the camera, closes the curtain, and you keep giggling.

"You go here," he sets you up on mark like a master movie director, and you check the screen, making sure the star anatomy is properly centered. Then you reach down and pull your top over your head, unhooking your bra. Brian bites his bottom lip.

"Shit, you're gonna make me have to jack off." You knee him lightly in the crotch playfully.

"Focus on the shoot, Spielberg." He puts his hands over your breasts from behind, and you yelp.

"Jesus Christ, Brian!"

"What?!"

"At least warm your hands up a little. God, it's like being fondled by the Grim Reaper!”

“Geez--”

“Boobs are very delicate things, okay, they're not like dicks, you can't just whip them out and expect--"

"Okay, alright, there. There! All warmed up. You happy?" 

"Yes," you pout, and he kisses your cheek quickly, before darting forward to press capture and resuming his position. The first flash goes off, with Brian's hands grabbing your breasts. Second one begins to count down.

"What should we do, quick, what should we do?!" you squeal, laughing, and he looks around. He gets on his knees, bringing his face up, and sucks on your nipple for the third shot.

"Get your dick out," you urge, "Hurry, do it!"

He unzips his pants, and gets his dick as close as he can to the camera.

For the fifth shot, you get on your knees this time, holding Brian's dick and licking the tip as the last flash goes off. He presses play on his tape recorder, and you stand up, kissing him and making the sexiest noises you can.

"Alright.... mmm... mmmm!"

The two of you are laughing uncontrollably like children as you exit the booth with the printed strip. "Gorgeous," you nod, inspecting it.

"We're hot. I'd wanna fuck us," he says.

"God, same."

"We should use these as album art."

"Go for it," you shrug, "I'm sure it'd help sell all those billions of copies you promised." You bite your pinkie nail, looking back at the booth. "What if there were cameras that were watching inside, though? Like other cameras?" He massages your shoulders as you walk.

"I told you, there probably were. I already shoplifted, might as well be arrested for public indecency as well. It'll help my, uh... dangerous rock star image."

You groan, hiding your face in Brian's shoulder as you two keep walking.

You meet up with Jeordie and Pogo in front of the candy shop, Brian having shoved the strip down his back pocket. Jeordie has a bag full of sweets.

"What did you get?" you ask, burrowing inside it. He hands you some laffy taffy.

"I know you like this stuff."

"Jeord! I absolutely love you!"

"I know." He grins. "Hehe, Star Wars."

Just then, a big, hairy motherfucker of a security guard approaches you four quickly. He's an imposing figure, even on your 6'1 boyfriend.

"I promise I paid for all these gummy worms," Jeordie begins to tell him, but he looks at you and Brian.

"You the kids from the photo booth?"

You're too shocked to speak, so Brian, ever the antagonist, nods, sizing him up. "Yeah. Is there a problem?"

"You're going to have to come with me," the portly guard says sternly, and Brian shoves him off.

"Like hell, buddy." 

The guard starts to take something out of the back of his belt, so before either of you can find out what, you stop him.

"Wait! Wait, it's okay. We'll go." You lean in to Brian pleadingly. "The most he can do is give us a warning. Don't get your show banned here over some stupid, bloated mall guy with a bone to pick."

"Fine." You and Brian turn, noticing Jeordie and Pogo had fled the scene. "Great friends," Brian mutters, and the two of you start walking.

The guard leads you into a dark, grimy room down some steps under the mall's CVS, where you see a bunch of security camera feeds, and... your topless photos displayed on one of them. It smells strange down here, like spoiled chicken and vaseline. The guard sits down.

"So. You think creating pornography in public is funny, do you?"

Brian lets loose a stream of vitriol you knew had been simmering. "I do. In fact, I think it's the most goddamn hilarious thing I've ever done, you stuffy old dickhead!"

"Brian..."

"You wouldn't know much about that though, since you're probably so miserable working overtime for a mall who sees the local crackhead walk through maybe once every month or so and that's it--"

"Brian."

"--Getting paid to sit behind a desk in the dark, eat donuts and creep on people like a glorified cam-stalker--"

"Brian!"

"I bet you liked looking at my girlfriend's tits, huh? You like em, you fucking pervert? Why don't you--"

The guard finally has enough, and gets up out of his chair, walking behind Brian and tying a gag around his mouth. You go to stop him, but he grabs some duct tape, and sits you down, tying your wrists behind the chair. He does the same to Brian, restraining him. Shaking in fear, you sit still, paralyzed, as the guard sits back down in front of you two.

"You kids now and your alternative lifestyles. Think that acting outlandish and wearing black, Satanic clothing that never would've flown in my day is the way to give us civilized folk here in this good, god fearing little town the middle finger, huh?"

He sneers down at your leather miniskirt, and then to Brian's thick platform boots, looking him up and down. He's not really helping disprove the man's point about outlandish clothes, with his lipstick and shaved eyebrows. You think you see Brian fiddle with something in his back pocket, but your attention is directed back to the guard.

"Performing sexual acts in my mall. You won't get away with that."

"What are you gonna do?" you whimper.

"Put on a little show of my own," he starts to smile sadistically. You start to feel cold all over. He doesn't mean...

Brian's eyes close. Of course the two of you had found the Buffalo Bill of mall cops. Fucking lucky. Well. It'd be a story for the show.

The man sits back. "Smile."

Brian watches the guy closely. "You touch her..." your boyfriend warns. You struggle to pull your restraints free.

"Smile for me," the guard repeats, growing impatient.

You swallow. "Just let us go. We're really sorry about the photos!"

He finally stands up, cracking a fist. "Go on smile, you cunt!"

Brian jumps up, and though his wrists are still bound like yours, he turns around to grab you, pulling you both to the door. He spits the gag out. "Run."

The two of you dash out the side entrance to the mall, and keep running until you can't hear the guard yelling anymore.

Jeordie and Pogo come out of the woodwork, quickly gathering around you.

"Fuckin' redneck tyrant!" Brian shouts back, grabbing and tossing Jeordie's milkshake at the building. Jeordie stares in longing at the destroyed strawberry goop on the ground, debating if the 5 second rule worked for drinks too. Pogo takes a switchblade out to cut you two loose.

"I got the perfect sound bites on tape we can sample for Cake and Sodomy, of you moaning like a whore and that guy being a general asshole," Brian tells you, and you roll your eyes.

"After nearly being killed by a psychotic mall cop, that's all you have to say? Typical."

"What did you guys even do?!" Jeordie asks.

You dig out the photo strip from Brian's back pocket, and pass it to the other guys. Pogo nods, stroking his goatee like a critic.

"That's art."

[deans-baby-momma]

Rebel Without a Cause-Ch. 1

ROCKSTAR!DEAN

When Dean recognizes a face in the crowd at one of his concerts, he feels ice water in his veins. Is it an illusion? His mind playing tricks on him? Or is it just a doppelganger of someone he used to know?                                            Wanting-no, NEEDING-to know he invites her backstage. Will she be who he thinks she is and will she cause him to rebel against everything the band has built?

WARNINGS: CURSING, SWEARING, DIRTY TALK, ORGIES, THREESOMES AND MORESOMES, M/M SEX, F/F SEX, ADULTERY

Margaret sits at her desk,her head in her hands and her elbows propped on the wooden top. After the night she’d had, there wasn’t enough Tylenol in the world to alleviate the aches and pains she was enduring.

Ignoring her body’s demand for rest, Margaret had stayed up late unpacking the boxes that had finally arrived at her new apartment. Moving had taken a toll on the young woman; finding an affordable place to live in a new town, discovering her way around, and locating the best place to stop and get coffee on her way to her new job was daunting and exhausting. 

And now here she is, two weeks into her new job as the entertainment critic and she feels like shit.

“Staff meeting in 5. Conference room,” Kevin, her co-worker announces over the partition that separated the cubicles in the newsroom, causing Margaret to groan and reach into her desk to find the pain relievers in her purse.

Entering the conference room, Margaret winces at the bright lights and the buzz of all the other people, her colleagues, talking amongst themselves. She finds an empty chair and sits down. Looking around the room she takes in the staff of the Ft. Garrison News. Jack, the sportswriter; Jo, the business and finance columnist; Kevin, the news correspondent and Ruby from classifieds round out the team. Margaret hasn’t had much of a chance to get to know any of them, except for Kevin but only because their desks were divided by the thin barrier of a half-wall.

Mr. Singer, the owner and editor of the weekly periodical walks in and Margaret notices the room becomes quiet as all attention is turned to the big man. 

Singer slaps down a sheet of paper onto the table and sighs. “We’ve got to do better, guys. The Advocate got the scoop on us once again,” he says, pointing to the article. He puts his finger on the paper in front of him and slides it Margaret’s way.

Band Rocks the House and Ends Up in the Big House

Rockband ‘Winchester Sex Bombs’ filled the seats at Club 3-D over the weekend. The band, consisting of five childhood friends rocked the house with songs such as “Let the Music Take You Away” and “Girl, You Got My Number”.

But in the early morning hours Sunday, the authorities were called to a local hotel after employees filed complaints of noise and destruction. Upon arriving, cops were met with many drunken, barely conscious, scarcely clothed concert attendees.

After escorting the ones not on the resort guest list off the property, the Sun Valley PD arrested lead singer Dean Winchester for drunk and disorderly conduct, destruction of private property, and indecent exposure, along with public intoxication and distribution to minor(s). 

This is not the first incident for Winchester. The band’s frontman has a history of citations and arrests in almost every city the band visits. 

Margaret reads over the article and looks up at her boss, reluctantly. ‘Please don’t tell me to cover this. Please don’t tell me to write a story about this,’ she silently pleads. Her pleas go unanswered as Mr. Singer speaks up. “Margaret, as the new entertainment critic, it is your job to find out what makes this band tick. Go undercover. Get close to them. Find out why they feel the need to trash the place after their concerts.” She exhales slowly and looks back down at the article from the rival tabloid. 

As she reads the words over once more, a folded piece of paper comes into her line of sight. She grabs the note quickly and opens it. 

‘You lucky dog! I would die to be able to get up close and personal with Dean Winchester. That man is sex on bow legs!!’

She blushes a little and looks up to see Jo Harvey smiling at her. If only she knew…..

After the rest of the team get their assignments, each of them went back to their designated desks-except for Jo, who stops at Margaret’s cubicle and props a hip onto the edge of the workstation.

“I can help, ya know,” Jo says. “Make you look the part. Find you a way inside and then maybe in return you get me that hunk’s phone number. We can work together. You get what you are asked to do and you get me what I want.”

Margaret assesses her colleague. The petite woman sure has a unique style. Long, straight blonde hair that falls down her back, a blue buffalo plaid button-down shirt over a plain black tee, jeans so tight it looks like they were painted on and construction footwear. The style reminds Margaret of the female version of a lumberjack. Completely opposite of her.

Margaret dresses more ladylike. Pencil skirts and dress slacks, peasant shirts with cardigans and sensible shoes. Her dark auburn hair pulled back in a simple bun with a few tendrils that tend to come loose after a few hours. Jo wears heavy boots that stomp every time she steps!

As Margaret appraises Jo, she wonders how this person is going to be able to transform her into the girls she sees on videos of concerts. Will she be able to help change her to be the one to grab the attention of rock stars?

Before he even opens his eyes, the first thing Dean notices is the shooting pain. His head is pounding! The second is the rigid mattress beneath him. It feels as if the springs, what little there are, were assaulting his ribcage. The blanket covering him is stiff and scratchy and smelled like straight lye. 

Groaning through the pain, Dean slowly opens his eyes. ‘Great!’ he thinks to himself as he takes in his surroundings. ‘Another night in lock-up.’

As he sits up he glances around the cell he’s in, noticing the lump on the bed across from him. Dean couldn’t remember if his cellmate had been there before him or not. Hell, he can’t recall being arrested. Where is he even at?!

As he is trying to remember the night before, the man on the other side of the cell sighs and begins grumbling. He recognizes the cadence of the mumbling immediately, the Cajun dialect prominent. Benny.

“Gah! What the hell?!” the larger man moans as he turns over. The two men’s eyes meet and Benny sighs. “Heya Dean-o.”

“Benny, the fuck are we?”

Sitting up, Benny clears his throat. “Well Chief, it looks like we’re in jail,” he says as he glances at the metal bars on the door.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Dean replies sardonically. “I mean what city? What state?”

Groaning again, Benny slowly stands and approaches the toilet in the corner. Dean hears Benny’s zipper and the telltale sound of his friend relieving himself. “Well, if I recollect correctly, we are in t’ lovely town o’ Windsor, Idaho.”

“Windsor? Why are we in Windsor?” Dean asks as he sits up, swinging his feet to the floor. Running a hand through his hair, he inquires “Where’d we play last night?”

“Uh, I think it was the Wildwood Bar ‘n Grill,” Benny answers as he readjusts himself and turns back to Dean, zipping up.

Before the conversation can continue, a commotion outside the cell door catches their attention, the band’s lawyer, Gabriel Shurley, coming into view. 

Gabriel is part of Shurley & Sons, a law firm headed by Chuck Shurley and employs all three of Chuck’s sons, Gabriel, Michael, and Lucifer. The legal team was hired to handle all of the band’s litigations and contractual obligations. In the last couple of months, though, the attorney in front of them has definitely earned his pay. 

As the cop beside Gabe unlocks the door, the counselor announces, “You’re free boys.” And although he sounds chipper and pleased, Dean catches the underlying displeasure. Gabriel Shurley is anything but content.

After processing and having their personal belongings returned, Dean Winchester and Benny Lafitte follow the shorter man out of the Windsor City Jail.

“Boys, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Gabriel sighs as he climbs behind the steering wheel of his Escalade. “Every weekend, one of you need my help. Do you know how much paperwork it takes to clear your names and make sure they don’t press charges? How much money it takes to pay for the rooms you guys destroy? I swear if the Winchester Sex Bombs don’t reign it in soon, I’m going to tell my dad to drop the lot of ya!” Gabriel threatens as he drives to the appointed place to meet with the rest of the band. 

“Calm down, Gabe, before you give yourself a coronary,” Dean says, rubbing his temples. “You got any aspirin? My head is splitting. Benny, what the hell did I stick my dick in? It’s throbbing.”

Benny cackles in the backseat as Gabriel scoffs, but pulls out a bottle of pain relief from the console.

When the three of them arrive at the Cup O’ Joe diner, Dean can see inside where the rest of the band sits with their manager, Crowley MacLeod. Sam, Cas, and Meg all look the same way Dean felt, hungover and sickly. Crowley, however, looks livid. 

“Hello ho-nuggets,” Meg greets them as Dean, Benny and Gabriel join them. “How was jail? Was it Heaven…..or Hell?”

“Fuck you, Meg,” Dean utters as he grabs an empty mug and pours coffee from the urn on the table.

“Rude.” Meg croaks as she turns to watch Crowley and Gabriel outside, discussing the latest fiasco.

“What happened to you guys last night?” Sam asks, eyeing his brother. “You left to get more booze and never returned.”

“Man, I don’t even know.” Dean replies, looking over at Benny, silently asking him to fill in the blanks.

“Oh yea,” the Cajun responds. “We did leave, didn’t we? Let’s see-” he pauses to think. “-ah yes. We were headed to tha’ 24-hour convenience store when a couple of dudes stopped us. Asked us if we wanted ta party. Now, ya know, me an’ Dean ain’t gonna turn that down. So we followed them ta this alley, took a couple hits off a pipe and some pills. Dude!” Benny yells, slapping Dean on the shoulder. “You fucked a street post!”

“I did what now?” Dean asks concerned, as the other three joins in with a resounding, “What?!”

“Yea,” Benny says, laughing. “We headed back to the motel with th’ beer. Ya had already cracked one open. We passed this post and it had this hole in it. If I remember right, it looked like a woodpecker cut loose on it. Anyway, ya said you bet yer pecker would fit in there. Then you made a joke that ya had a woodpecker because your pecker was as hard as wood. So you pulled your wanker out right there on the street and went to town!”

“You’re lying,” Dean retorts, trying to recall. But if he was fucked up enough to fuck a post, he doubted he would remember. 

“Nope. And that’s when the cops showed up. Asked what you were doing. You pulled out, pointed to your dick and exclaimed, “I’m a woodpecker!””

The whole table began laughing while Dean sits there, still trying to relive the night. No wonder his fucking prick feels like it’s burning and tingling. It is probably full of splinters.

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[feralseraph]

Tokyo police have arrested a man suspected of tracking down a female pop star, whom he later allegedly assaulted, by scrutinising reflections in her eyes from social media posts.

Hibiki Sato, a 26-year-old unemployed man from Saitama, north of Tokyo, has been arrested on charges of causing injury by forcible indecency after allegedly attacking Ena Matsuoka, 21, a singer with the group Tenshi Tsukinukeni Yomi, on September 1.

Police suspect Sato was able to narrow down the area in Tokyo where Ms Matsuoka lived by going through her social media photographs and enlarging the images, the Sankei Shimbun reported.

The enhanced photos revealed scenery and landmarks reflected in her eyes.  Sato then allegedly narrowed down the area using Google Street View, identifying the station closest to her home, before stalking Ms Matsuoka. 

Police suspect Sato followed Ms Matsuoka from the station after she had finished a concert and attacked her as she entered her apartment building. Sato allegedly placed a towel over her head, threw her to the ground and molested her. 

“People should be fully aware that posting pictures and video on social media runs the risk of divulging personal data”, a police investigator said. 

The incident is just the latest involving obsessed fans of young female performers in Japan. 

Mayu Tomita was 20 years old when she was attacked as she walked towards a concert venue in Tokyo where she was due to perform as part of the Sold Girls Night in May 2016. She was stabbed 60 times in the chest and neck by 27-year-old Tomohiro Iwazaki. 

Iwazaki had sent Ms Tomita books and a wristwatch earlier in the year, but she returned them. He responded by sending her around 400 increasingly angry and threatening Twitter messages, which she reported to police.

After the attack, Tomita was treated in hospital for four months, is now partially blind in her left eye, has problems eating and singing, has not regained the full use of the fingers of one hand and suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. She still needs to undergo regular reconstructive surgery. In February 2017, he was sentenced to 14 years and 6 months in prison.

In 2014, two members of the hugely popular all-girl band AKB48 were assaulted at a “handshake event” for fans in Iwate Prefecture. Rina Kawaei, 19, and 18-year-old Anna Iriyama sustained broken bones and lacerations in the incident, as did a member of staff, before the assailant was subdued.