#Mmmmm height differences +_+

[phagodyke]

love being at the climbing gym like yeah im not that flexible and then constantly doing moves matching my hands n feet on the same holds even when completely unnecessary

[monstersflashlight]

idk if you want to make this a full on fic but I was just imagining trinket fairy reader with a dragon idk you wanna make it Platonic or not up to you, but I didn't imagine much only those two as pairings and how they might possibly bond

Sorry if it's really vague and not giving you much of an idea 😭

Love you and your writing ♥

Thank you! Means a lot. <3 Mmmmm I like your idea. I’m thinking of fairy and dragon with multiple forms, so in this piece they are in their more human-ish form, but the size difference is still big. Like he can be a basketball player kinda tall, and she can be like 30-40 cm shorter. Like BIG size difference, and lots of banter. I think It would be really fun to see them interact regarding his hoard. The idea of a trinket fairy taking all his things just to use them for gadgets and building new crazy stuff while driving him crazy, but not really bc he’s deeply in love with her… Peak storytelling. So yeah, that’s where my head is at with your idea, but make it spicy. Hope you like it!

Restaurant delight

Dragon x fairy fem!reader || teasing, banter, semi-public sex

You were having a dinner date, mandatory by his strict standards of what a relationship meant. You thought it was really funny how insistent he was about taking you out at least twice a month. He told you it was to keep the romance alive, and you didn’t mind, you liked to show off your big hunk of a dragon boyfriend.

“You need to stop taking things from my hoard,” he told you out of the blue as you were reaching for some garlic bread. You blinked slowly up at him, your wings twitching behind you.

“No.” You munched on some bread as he sputtered beside you.

“Wh-what? What do you mean no?” He looked confused and annoyed, a purple-ish blush creeping on his blue skin.

“What’s the point of having a dragon boyfriend if I can’t use your stuff to build cool gadgets?” Your logic was perfect. He had tons of stuff, you liked stuff. You took stuff, you build stuff. Easy, simple.

“I- You- No. They are my precious possessions,” he tried to argue.

“I took a plastic car.” You sent him an are you kidding me look. You didn’t want to be mean, but you also knew he really didn’t care that much about the things you took from his hoard. He had a ton of stuff, most of it he didn’t even know was there.

“It was shiny!” His exclamation made you want to giggle, but you referred, biting your tongue as you looked up at him. Dang, why was he so damn tall, you had to look up even when you were sitting down. Damn hot dragons and their incredible height.

“You didn’t know you had it until I took it,” you counterattacked.

“I- Please, stop.” His tone was sincere, but you also knew him too well. He wasn’t really trying to argue with you. Someone was horny and wanted some fun banter to get you riled up. He knew you always wanted harder and faster when he argued with you beforehand. It wasn’t the healthiest approach to your sex-life, but it was fun as fuck.

“Does it really bother you so much?” You asked, trying to sound sincere and innocent, not playing into his game. He loved to rile you up, but you loved to be a brat about it even more.

You knew it worked when he looked at you confused. “I- Yes?”

“Is that a question?” You kept munching on the bread, completely nonchalant about his alleged annoyance.

“No?” You bit down on the bread to keep from smiling at him. “Okay. Okay. I just… I like my hoard.” His statement was lost when his face got even more purple. He was embarrassed, and he looked so fucking adorable you wanted to coo at him.

“I like it, too. I’ll stop if it bothers you… Or we could make a deal.” Your flirty smile wasn’t lost on him, who looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes.

“What deal?” His big wings twitched behind him, a telltale sign that he was getting nervous, anticipation probably filling him.

You munched on some bread and waited patiently until he was drinking a bit of water before telling him: “You allow me to take stuff from your hoard and I suck your dick.” He choked on the water and started coughing loudly.

You patted his big back, “accidentally” touching the base of his wings, the area you knew perfectly well made him lose his mind when caressed. Your fingers lingered a bit there, as he regained control of his breathing. He shuddered at the contact.

He looked at you with fire in his eyes, you lowered your hand and rested it on his thigh. “I bet I could even do it here,” you murmured. You didn’t give him time to react before your hand was over his growing erection, making him squirm under your touch and flush heavily again. He was adorable.

“Wh-what?” He stuttered, his pulse picking up as you licked your lips looking straight at him. He shivered visibly and the hardness under your hand twitched.

“You like that? You like the idea of me sucking your dick in a restaurant’s bathroom, big guy?” You knew you hit a nerve when his wings fluttered, almost hitting the poor waitress as he walked pass your table. He apologized profusely as you squeezed his dick. He looked back at you angrily, but he didn’t stop you. His flushed skin was so bright you wanted to kiss him senseless, but you were already thinking in other stuff, spicier stuff.

You were about to open his fly to get some skin to skin contact when the waitress arrived with your food. Your hand never left his clothed dick, rubbing softly as you cheerfully talked to her. Your boyfriend was a stiff form next to you, his big hand resting over yours, but not stopping you.

You ate with one hand and left the other over his dick, absently stroking him as you kept the conversation flowing. “Act normal or people will realize,” you instructed. He looked around panicked. You giggled and kept telling him about your day, and what new gadget you created. When he whimpered, you decided it was time you made good on your deal. “Go to the bathroom,” you instructed. You took your hand away from his dick and smiled when he got up fast. There was a wet patch in his pants. He covered it with a hand, but not fast enough for your eyes. “I’ll see you there in a few.” You smirked at him as he almost ran to the bathroom.

You followed a few minutes later, slowly making your way to the restroom, checking there wasn’t anybody around before entering the man’s bathroom. He was pacing the tiny space when you opened the door. You pushed his big chest until he was sitting down on the toilet. You positioned yourself between his knees and fell to your kneed before him. He whimpered.

You took him out of his pants and slowly started mouthing him over his underwear, making a mess of it. Making a mess of him. His head was thrown back, and the precious shimmer of his scales was making you itch to touch him. You took him out of his underwear and went right for it. He wasn’t expecting it and let out a loud shriek when your tiny mouth tried to stretch around his tip. You both know there was no way his dick could fit inside your mouth, but you could be smart about it.

You played with his tip for a bit, but realizing you didn’t have that much time before someone thought you bailed without paying the check. You grabbed him with both hands and started a fast pace up and down, sucking the underside of his dick and making him whimper. He was looking at the ceiling when you asked: “So, do we have a deal?” He looked down at you, dick still against your lips, and groaned, his dick twitching. You stopped moving your hands when he didn’t answer.

“Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Take whatever you like.” You smirked up at him as your wings fluttered behind you. Seeing him so gone was turning you on like crazy. You couldn’t wait to get him home and ride him.

You lowered your head and started a punishing pace with your hands as you latched into his tip and started licking and sucking and doing everything in your power to make him lose his mind. “Good boy,” you whispered against his flesh when he shuddered under you. He was so close you could feel the temperature around you rising, his dragon fire so close to the surface. “Come for me,” you ordered, your mouth a few millimeters away from your expecting mouth. He complied instantly. Shooting rope after rope of cum in your open mouth, some of it landing on your lips and making him groan softly.

You swallowed everything he gave you and rested your head against his thigh. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. You looked up in time to see a big black circle on the ceiling. He breathed fire and burned the fucking ceiling. You started laughing so hard that you fell on your ass in front of him. He looked so embarrassed and cute that you laughed harder. “Stop it,” he muttered, his face bright purple.

“Was it that good?” You teased.

He growled at you, without malice. “You know it was. You always are. Your tiny hands and your fucking mouth… Ugh, you drive me crazy.” He picked you up from the floor and devoured your mouth, groaning when he found his own taste there. “Go back out, I’ll wait for a bit.”

You sat down back to your table and smiled at the waitress, she definitely knew what you two did in the bathroom. You didn’t care. You would do it again in a heartbeat. There was nothing better than your boyfriend’s dick. He came back a bit later, still looking embarrassed as he asked for the check and urged you out the door before somebody discovered the big black burn in the bathroom’s ceiling. You laughed all the way out.

You were walking to your car when he told you: “You know I would have let you have all my hoard without any deals, right?” You smirked at him as you walked to the car, an extra movement to your hips that made him groan behind you.

“Yeah. I know. I just wanted to suck your dick.” His footsteps sounded loud against the pavement as he followed you, your wings fluttering again when he embraced you from behind, and turned you around, his hands landing on your ass and pulling you up so he could kiss you properly.

[crow-n-tell]

I had a lot of trouble with this lil guy. Weird lil music men aren't easy to shift over when their body's are so... Weird. Still, here! Hermit Crab Music Men!

If you wanna see what went on in my mind for this come right this way...

So a lil info about these boys! These lil music men have adapted to live in the safe shallows, as well as some undersea areas if need be - having two different palettes which match... you've probably guessed by the additions of orange in the music mans usual pastels

Acid mushrooms! I realized as I was trying to get it all sorted that they are a nearly identical color scheme so it worked out that their colors are a little wacky. Not that real life crabs aren't a bit audacious in their colorings too. Actually the deep sea version of this guy is based off a purple crab called the Palawan Purple Crab who comes from the Philippines.

Their colors are more so for other crabs of their species to recognize them, or so I've read, but in this particular scenario it suits our lil music man as a sort of camouflage too.

Aside from it being a sort of camouflage, it also gives you insight into these lil guys diet. Most of what (I really need to come up with a name for these guys, but all I keep thinking of is crab rangboom. like crab rangoon? but a sound pun.) they eat are poisonous, which has directly affected how predators view them. Yea see, there are certain families of crabs which are toxic only because they are eating things that should not be eaten.

So music men don't have a lot of predators, other than those who have natural immunities to things like that... ahem, moon.

I imagine that the crabs closer to the surface tend to a little smaller than knee high for an average height human, where as deeper sea versions of them are a lot bigger... Like... I DONT KNOW, Leviathan big? After all these are just lil guys, lets not forget about the big music man!

Next topic is... oh yeah!

Seismic communication is basically communication through vibrations. Not just through the water, actually it's used by spiders which we can all sort of agree is what the OG music boys are. Spiders use seismic communication when it comes to their webs in particular, able to sense through vibrations in their web if they've captured prey.

Similarly a lot of sea creatures use vibrations as means of communication. Not only in the way spiders do, but sensing out prey; but by avoiding predators or talking to each other. Crabs in particular use all three, but in terms of communication to one another its been noted they will rub their legs together like crickets to talk to other crabs.

For our lil crabby boys, their claws are fashioned sort of like the the original music man has. Hollowed out in the center, they are able to click their lil crab claws together to make sounds and vibrations which distress and confuse their prey long enough to snatch em up and eat em.

Of course they also have the very on brand to SB behavior of just being a literal face hugger if they come out of the shell.

m...mmmmm..... no... noo....ooo.......

I guess the only thing left to mention is his lil

Barnacles!

I struggled with how i'd give this lil guy a top hat. Then. I remember how WEIRD barnacles are. You see a lot of barnacles that look a lil something like this:

But they come in many variations!

And I hate all of them! they are great for designs, helpful in this case, but I get nauseous when looking at them and I can't even begin to understand why.

Sorry if my adhd really popped out on this one, I am actually holding back some of the mostly irrelevant information about colors and uh, other stuff.

[homelanderbutbig]

His Favourite Pet Name (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1102 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Homelander is a professional couch cuddler.

It's a lazy afternoon in Homelander's penthouse, a rare occasion where you both have a bit of time off to unwind. His gloves are resting on the coffee table as he is sprawled across his couch, with his head held up on the armrest. You're cuddling on top of his huge body, with your head perched on his chest.

Homelander's left arm is draped around you as he contently grasps onto your petite form, while his right arm is down next to you so you can hold his bare hand. You draw pictures in the softness of his palm, doodling various animals and scenery. Entirely fixated, he watches you use his skin as your personal canvas, cherishing the feeling of your fingers. Writing 'I love you' into his palm, you glance up to spot him grinning so wide you can see his pearly white fangs. He wishes he could do the same to your own hand, but just one of his large fingers could barely draw a circle in your tiny palm.

Seeing his pleased expression suddenly gives you an idea. Fascinated, he watches as you gradually flip over so your stomach is on his chest. His smile disappears as he swallows in anticipation, staring as you reach both your hands out to scratch his undercut. The second you make contact with his hair, he is fluttering his eyes shut and sighing heartily. 

"Mmmmm…" Homelander purrs, completely undone by your loving touch. His voice is so deep that you practically feel your whole body vibrate from the rumbling in his chest. It's a weird sensation, almost as if you're lying on a massage chair. Yet it's something you've grown to appreciate, all the little noises he makes when you drag your nails along his scalp. You know that he only does this for you, because you're the only one who can make him feel that heavenly.

Homelander can't fight the urge to clutch your body a little tighter than he'd prefer, but you know he just wants to feel closer to you. Besides, he would never hurt you. You giggle as he practically whimpers when you scratch just the right spot, wishing he could bury himself in your masterful fingers.

It's a funny sight seeing him like this. At work, he's a totally different person; a beast disguised as a man in a superhero suit, striking fear and awe into the hearts of millions. Once he is alone with you, any masquerade he was previously wearing disintegrates to reveal the kind, tender boy Homelander tries so hard to conceal. Sure, he could just pay some random schmuck to pet his head, but it wouldn't be the same. No one else would understand his needs like you do, and how much he craves to be doted on with your unconditional devotion. You do this for him, because you love him as much as he loves you.

Enveloping your small frame around both hands, he gently lifts you nearer to his face. His expression is so serene from how relaxed you’ve made him, his worries completely forgotten from your heartfelt affections. He brings you in for a kiss, involuntarily keening as he savours your warmth.

"Mmmph… love you… love you…" Homelander whispers in between kisses, repeating himself until he's drowning in your plush lips.

"Love you too, big boy," you hum as you bring your hands to his cheeks, feeling a smile spread across his lips while he exhales deeply through his nose.

Although he would never admit it to anyone, Homelander has always been self-conscious about his height. He has only ever heard the word 'big' used to describe him in a negative context… a big freak, a big monster, a big demonic goliath. Even if he killed everybody who insulted him like that, it would never heal the scars that were carved into his psyche. He knows the truth, that his 'adoring public' sees him as an inhuman giant.  

When you first started giving him pet names, he was enthralled at everything you would call him. Each name was just as special as the last. He beamed at every 'sweetheart', 'honey' and 'darling' that rolled off your tongue so easily, solely for his ears.

One day you happened to test out a new name, 'big boy'. At first you were worried you made a mistake upon seeing his face twitch and his eyes turn glassy, like you brought back some terrible memories. In reality, Homelander was so utterly overwhelmed to hear someone not use his height in a derogatory way, for what felt like the first time in his life. From then on it became his favourite pet name, and he always smiles at hearing those sweet words you speak so earnestly. There is nothing that makes him more proud than to hear that he is your big boy.

Eventually, you both break from your passionate kisses, but stay close to nuzzle your noses together. You stroke along his jawline with your thumbs, admiring the tranquil silence of the penthouse as if nothing else matters in this world except for you and Homelander.

"I never did thank you," he remarks, dreamily gazing into your eyes. He still has both of his hands on you, resuming his dainty touches along your back.

"For what, sweetie?" you question, unable to mask the slight confusion on your face. Lightly chuckling at the way you tilt your head at his words, he moves one of his hands to caress your face with his enormous thumb and finger.

"For the pet name," he tells you candidly, loving how perfectly your face fits in his hand, like it was always meant to be there. "You really have no idea how much it means to me. I wish I could show you."

"You already have," you promise him, kissing him delicately on his nose. "My big boy."

You laugh as Homelander peppers your face with more kisses, the both of you smiling as he showers you with his neverending appreciation.

There are days where he wishes that he was shorter, so he wouldn't have to deal with the horrified looks and isolation he felt from the general population. The way they perceive him to be a gigantic killing machine. But then, there are days where you are the shining beacon breaking through his dark and stormy mind. You let him feel glad that he is the way he is, otherwise he could never live up to your pet name. 

It doesn't matter what the peons have to say, as long as Homelander gets to be your big boy.

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 13 - Size Difference

Ghost x Soap - 1.5k (on ao3)

summary: Simon and Johnny's first time together. (Johnny POV)

cw: very very light degradation (and it's affectionate)

note: i made ghost bigger than he is in game just to have a bit more fun with the prompt hehe <3

Johnny’s never been with someone bigger than him. 

He’s topped before, bottomed before, been a third for a curious couple, but the one constant is that he’s always the largest man in the room. At six feet tall and with a body (and posture) built from a decade of military experience, it’s unsurprising. Even if there's a man in the room taller than him, Johnny's confidence and poise gives him a bigger presence. Outside of work, he's used to commanding attention when he steps into a room - a sometimes annoying trait that unfortunately extends to the bedroom.

He'd like to be thrown around sometimes, so what? Maybe even manhandled a bit, have someone use him like a doll. With his form and attitude he's always expected to be the one doing the manhandling, though, and more often than not the quickest way to get himself off is to just use his partner's body how he'd like.

He isn't bigger than everyone around him. In fact, he's the shortest member of the 141. Most notably, he isn’t bigger than Ghost.

No, Johnny’s Lieutenant is a mountain of a man - 6’6 if not larger, built like a brick house with a layer of fat over his muscles making every article of clothing he wears obscenely tight.

Ghost is a big man, the biggest on base. He makes Johnny feel small in a way he's never felt before, even next to men like Price. Johnny stands next to Ghost and doesn't even come up to the man's chin, it's absurd.

Sometimes, when he's gone a little too long without heading off base to pick someone up, Johnny looks at Ghost and thinks about what it would feel like to be pinned beneath all that bulk. He can tell Ghost is the type of man who would take control in bed, and the desire to just throw himself at Simon's mercy and shout do whatever you want to me! feels like it consumes all of his thoughts sometimes.

Now, held down beneath Ghost in his bed, Johnny’s sure he’s never felt quite so dwarfed in his life. Their height difference feels multiplied like this, with Johnny existing purely in Ghost's shadow and pinned down like a bug.

There isn’t an inch of him not covered by Simon. Were he on his back, Ghost’s head would block out the light entirely. As it is he can feel every point where their bodies meet - which is every point across the back of Johnny’s body, even the bottom of his feet where they push against Simon's. 

He groans aloud when Ghost wraps a hand around his waist. His fingers nearly touch his fucking belly button. 

God, he’s going to fuck Johnny so good. Judging by the bulge at his back, he'll be lucky if he can walk straight tomorrow morning.

Johnny grinds himself back on Ghost’s cock, moans at the sensation of naked skin rubbing on naked skin, the hard heat of man against him.

He’ll never be able to fuck someone smaller than this again, he already knows. He'll either have to beg Ghost to fuck him again (beg him again) or spend hours looking for hyperspecific body types on dating apps.

He's mourning his future sexual prospects when Ghost uses the hand on his hip to grind him back again, pushing forward and letting Johnny's cock rub against soft sheets. He moans at the sensation, leaning his head back to rest on his Lieutenant's shoulder.

“Needy, Johnny?” Ghost asks, lips hovering beside Johnny’s right ear.

“Always, sir,” he breathes back, arching his neck and whimpering when Ghost takes his invitation to suck a hickey. “Been wantin’- fuck, been wantin’ this since the day I met you, L.t.”

“That so?” A lick, a kiss, a hard bite, another kiss. He can't wait to study the bruises in the mirror tomorrow morning.

“Mmmmm,” Johnny moans, letting himself go loose and resting his cheek back on the pillow to glance over his shoulder at Simon. “Knew you’d have a fuckin’ perfect cock.”

That gets a bark of laughter from Ghost, another bite along Johnny’s shoulder. He smiles a little dopily at the playful response, continues rolling his hips slowly so there's no lull in stimulation for either of them.

“Been this horny that long?”

“Yeah,” Johnny breathes. “Can’t hardly think around you these days, can’t do much but picture your goddamn horse cock.”

“Horse cock, huh? You think you can take it all?”

Johnny scoffs a little in offense. “‘Kinda question is that? ‘Course I can take it. I’m not a fuckin’ quitter, L.t.”

That gets another laugh. “‘Course not Johnny. My mistake.”

It takes a long time for Ghost to prep Johnny. He’s a bit of a dick about it, refuses to fuck him before he crams four fingers into Johnny’s lube-soaked hole. He licks at the drool dripping from Johnny's mouth, occasionally stuffing his fingers onto his tongue and whispering filthy things in his ear.

Get 'em wet for me, love, need you nice and soaked before you even think of takin' my cock.

Like the taste, do you? My needy thing, of course you like the taste of your own arse. I shoulda known.

Spit, Johnny. Your hole's dryin' up already, can't have that. Thought you wanted me to fuck you?

Johnny squirms at the stretch of four fingers, put-out that he’s not being properly wrecked yet and starting to get properly pouty about it. “Might as well just fuckin’ fist me,” he grumbles, hands clenching tight in the sheets.

“Some other day,” Ghost brushes off, curling his fingers right into Johnny’s prostate and giving him a few firm rubs to stop his whining. It has the intended affect, leaving Johnny incapable of speech for a few moments and just drooling onto the pillow.

Thankfully, Simon's not as slow when he finally does fuck Johnny.

He doesn’t pause when he’s sinking in, keeps a steady pressure from tip to root as he seats himself fully inside.

They both let out twin moans of pleasure when he's fully seated, Johnny’s back arched so he can throw his head onto Ghost’s collarbone. He gets a hand loose around his throat, a kiss pressed to his temple.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” Ghost whispers in his ear, still as a statue.

Johnny gives himself a few moments to adjust - he really would like to walk tomorrow - but he’s always been a bit of a masochist, always enjoyed the burn of the stretch when he fucks himself on a particularly thick dildo. So he cants his hips back a little before he’s fully acclimated to the intrusion that is Ghost, smiles into the bedsheets and braces himself for the fucking of a lifetime.

He gets it. Ghost pulls out to the tip on nearly every thrust, bullies Johnny’s prostate and keeps his angle oh so perfect. He reaches around to grab Johnny’s cock at one point, makes him cry out and come in only a few strokes.

Ghost himself lasts far longer. Johnny goes limp after his orgasm, sinks boneless into the pillows and arches his back so Ghost can finish himself off. It feels so fucking good to just lay there being used, the contentment of knowing his body only exists for Ghost's pleasure something that fills him with a bone-deep satisfaction.

He fucks Johnny for at least as long as it took Johnny to get off, panting harshly above his back as he works. He sounds almost animalistic, heaving and snarling like a rabid dog.

Johnny whimpers and whines when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, gives himself the freedom to exaggerate just a tad because Ghost gives him another hickey for every sound he makes. All Johnny has to do is rest his head on folded arms and bear Simon's fucking and he gets a pretty pattern of bruises across his throat.

Simon finally buries himself to the hilt with a harsh bite to Johnny’s shoulder blade, one that feels nearly like it breaks skin. Johnny would swear he growls into the skin between his teeth, the vibration echoing right to his spent cock.

Ghost pulls out a moment later, flops to his side back beside Johnny and catches his breath.

He’s not sure if Ghost will kick him out - his L.t. certainly doesn’t seem the type to enjoy pillow talk. But he’s not sure he could move if he wanted, so he lets his eyes flutter shut and waits for Ghost to decide what he wants. He hasn't felt so relaxed in a long, long time, and he'll be damned if he won't enjoy it for as long as he can manage.

Johnny’s scooped up a moment later, his back tucked to Ghost’s front and his head beneath Ghost’s chin.

Again, he’s reminded of the sheer size of his Lieutenant. Ghost’s legs tuck up behind Johnny’s, essentially giving him a chair to sit on even though they’re horizontal. His arms are long enough that his right hand easily rests on Johnny’s left side when he’s wrapped in them, his left arm coming up to hold Johnny's shoulder back to his chest and giving him no wiggle room at all. 

“I’m guessin’ you’re not kickin’ me out?” Johnny mumbles, already halfway asleep.

“Shut up,” Ghost grumbles back, throwing a leg over Johnny’s and nearly laying on top of him. He can’t hold back a snort at that, sinks back into Ghost with a hum when he gets a little squeeze around the middle in response.

[hvlcy0n]

@littleplantfreak hiding this in the tags is criminal

you’re so real. this is my cue to dump the artist!momose thoughts i have in my brain rn.

you're so right about the heart. the perfectly round heart he traced on the back of your neck is small enough to be glossed over, but if you didn't know any better, you'd think the scarlet ink were magnetized with the way his attention always seemed to be pinned on it whenever it was visible. any drawing he planted there would make his heart flutter, but there was something especially sweet about the heart that would make him feel all giddy on the inside.

and when he moves to kiss it, he likes to come up behind you and tug on your collar, forcing your body to bow back against him so he can smack an obnoxiously loud kiss against the nape of your neck with a big, stupid smile. and if you're considerably taller than him (which wouldnt be difficult since he stands at 4'11), don't worry because he's gonna catch your ass sitting down at some point, OR he'll sneak his way up behind you on the stairs. it flusters you, and it doesn't matter how large the height difference between you two is, he finds your reaction adorable each and every time.

mmmmm the thought of you needing a quiet place to study after school hours when the sun has sunken halfway below the horizon, so momose eagerly invites you to sit in his classroom with him while he draws. he didn't specify that he would be drawing on you, but you didn't mind. you smile to yourself when you hear him scoot the desk behind you up against the back of your chair and clamber atop it to sit criss-cross.

you're wearing a tank top, so he figures he can make a decent-sized lion before you take a break. but as he adjusts his position and poises the pen to begin, he pauses at the last second. with the early evening rays filtering through the smudged glass, you look as though you're encapsulated in a gold nimbus, skin overlain with gossamer and every strand of hair aglow. his lips part ever so slightly in wonder. you're so beautiful. the tip of his pen shifts aside, allowing his fingertips to graze over your skin instead.

"takumi?" your voice is soft, yet his hand flinches back as if he'd touched a hot stone. you turn back to face him, the curiosity in your eyes reflecting against the veneration in his. "is something wrong?"

"can i sketch you?"

the words spill forth before he can process them, and his heart thumps in his chest when your eyes widen at his request. he's drawn on you before, but for whatever reason, scribbling all over you was a lot easier than plucking up the courage to add you to his prized sketchbook. it would mean making you his muse. it would mean studying and analyzing every line and detail of your figure so that he can copy it onto paper. it would mean fully immersing himself in everything that makes you perfect in his eyes. and he doesn't know if his heart can handle it.

"ah, wait!" he sticks an arm out, oversized sleeve flopping about as he anxiously waves his hand. "sorry, i didn't mean to say that! that would be kinda weird--"

he inhales sharply when you simply hum and lean your head back until it rests in his lap. his entire body is rigid, but the look in your eyes as you stare up at him is so syrupy and saccharine that it causes warmth to seep through his chest.

"i was hoping you'd ask."

i also think about momose finally starting to draw you, and before he knows it, he's out purchasing a plain sketchbook that's dedicated solely to you. page after page harbors pictures of you in different positions, whether it's your side profile or you facing him directly or you lounging about minding your own business. but there's one thing that's similar. in every single drawing that includes your face, the space where your eyes should be is empty and darkened with eraser residue.

there's something about your eyes that he can never get quite right. maybe it's because of how they change whenever you look at him, the way they soften and well with adoration in such a way that cannot be properly replicated on paper. but the longer he observes you, the more content he finds himself being with simply basking in your gaze.

this is also just the way my brain works, but ooooo the day you wear a top that slouches off one shoulder, and one of his friends nearly chokes when they spot the faint splotch of a hickey on your left shoulder blade with momose's signature just barely peeking above the neckline. momose had been all giggles as he jokingly scrawled his name across your skin just beneath the bruise, and he was quick to plant an apology smooch to the back of your head when you whined about the sting. but what kind of artist would he be if he didn't sign his work?

[dangermousie]

This scene was so adorable!!! But I love how it's shot through with dread for the future...

His face at that!

And the way he just turns away and breaks down...

Screaming into my hands!!!!

I realize it's because they don't want to do kiss scenes, but due to the insane height difference I am going "but actually, that also is way more natural than contorting yourself in half to kiss" ahahaha

MMMMM!

[floyds-favorite-shrimp]

That's No Fun At All

Floyd Leech x Fem!Yuu

Word Count: 2252

Fluffy! Some super mild angst.\

More under cut!

“I’m sure that doing this will increase profits significantly.”

“Yes, I see what you mean.  And if we can apply this method to the kitchen staff, efficiency would skyrocket as well.” 

“Mmmmm.” Floyd moaned, his hands on Jade’s shoulders as he used his twin brother to prop himself up on his tip-toes. His mis-matched eyes scanned their surroundings. There were plenty of students out in the courtyard, but not the one he was specifically looking for. “Mmmmrrrrrghhhhh.” He whined, looking for a specific head of dark hair. 

“Floyd, is there something we can help you with?” Azul asked, as Jade simply smiled at his brother’s antics. “Would you care to share your opinion on our new business plan?” Azul pushed his glasses up a bit farther on his nose. 

“Where’s Shrimpyyyyyyyyyy?” Floyd asked no one in particular, continuing to use his height to scan the crowd.

“I’m afraid my brother has taken quite the liking to that prefect of Ramshackle dorm.” Jade said, while Floyd completely ignored the two of them. 

“That girl from another world?” Azul questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. His gray eyes scanned their surroundings, as if he’d be able to see something his two tall minions could not. “She seems rather plain to me.” He muttered, a slight hint of interest in his voice. After all, Floyd never put up with anything boring. If he was interested in her, there had to be a reason. If Azul could figure it out, perhaps there was a way for him to exploit it..

“No.” Came an unusually stern voice. Azul started slightly, looking up into Floyd’s gaze. A frown creased his features. “I know what you’re thinking, and she’s my toy. You can’t steal her.” He huffed.

Azul sighed. “Well, that’s more like you.” He muttered, but Floyd was already back to scouting the grounds. Azul and Jade made eye contact. Jade grinned as Azul simply shook his head. How long would this interest last? When would he get bored now?

“IT’S SHRIMPY!” Floyd suddenly screeched, taking off away from the other two. His long legs carried him across the courtyard in essentially no time at all. 

“Shrimpy! Shrimpy, Shrimpy, Shrimpy!” Floyd chanted as he crossed the way. Yuu looked up as she heard her nickname, smiling slightly at the genuine grin on Floyd’s face. It reminded her of a puppy. His sharp teeth were on full display as he slowed to a stop in front of her. 

Yuu looked up into his handsome face. His eyes were focused solely on her. There was something about the way she looked at him that intrigued him. He walked behind her, flinging his arms over her shoulders as he hung over her.

“Shrimpyyyy. We’re gonna go do something fun, right?” He asked her, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke. 

“Sure, but you have to wait until my classes are over.” She promised him, doing her best to ignore the tickling sensation that ran across her skin when he spoke. He sighed, causing a shiver to run down her spine. 

“But I don’t wanna wait.” He pouted. Yuu could imagine the sad eyes he was giving her, even if she couldn’t see them. “You only have one more class, right? Just skip it and hang out with me! No one cares about Magical History anyway.” 

“I have to try to keep my grades up.” Yuu told him, readjusting her position as best as she could with his weight on her. “And I’m pretty sure you have a class left today too.” 

“I don’t care about them.” Floyd said, standing up again so Yuu could turn to face him. “My grades are good enough, so skipping a class or two won’t hurt.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well lucky you.” Yuu said, puffing up her cheeks. “My grades are not good. I have no idea about anything in this world. Even the math works differently.” She complained. Her smile vanished as her eyes moved to look down at the ground.

And Floyd didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit. He reached out, pinching both of her cheeks and causing her to look up at him with wide eyes. He tugged her soft cheeks upwards, in a twisted version of a smile.

“Vat ah oo doin” Yuu tried to say. She couldn’t tell if the look on his face was one of sadness or of annoyance. Maybe it was both.

“I don’t like it when my Shrimpy frowns.” He said. “That’s no fun at all.” He gave her cheeks another pinch before finally letting go. Yuu put a small smile back on her face, finding his clumsy concern endearing. 

“No fun?” Came another voice. Yuu and Floyd turned in the direction that it came from to see Jade and Azul walking towards them. “Is she no fun already? I knew you’d get bored eventually. Maybe now you can get back to work.” He shrugged, looking bored. Floyd furrowed his brows at his friend’s words. Bored? Of Shrimpy? He could never be bored of her. 

“Bored?” Yuu asked, staring at Azul. She knew that Floyd got bored easily. He was open about the fact that he liked constant entertainment. But for some reason, it had never occurred to her that he would be bored of her. Was that true? Was it too late to save their friendship? Maybe if she left him alone for a while, he wouldn’t be so bored of her. 

Floyd looked down at her as she bit her lip. It was clear that something Azul said didn’t sit right with her, and it was obvious to Floyd what it was. It seemed so silly to him. Shrimpy was one of the only people who always kept his attention, even when they weren’t doing anything. Any other time he’d normally be bored, he was always satisfied if she was there. He opened his mouth to tell Azul that he was wrong, but he never got the words out.

“Right, well,” Yuu said, her voice now uncharacteristically quiet. “I should get to class. I’ll see you guys later.” She waved half-heartedly, her long hair flowing as she turned on her heel and started to walk away. Floyd frowned after her, her shoulders were hunched over as she continued on her way.

“Azuuulllll.” Floyd whined, bending down to look Azul in the eye, his hands on his hips. “Why’d you have to scare her away?” He had his lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes taking on a more menacing look. 

“Haven’t you been associating with her every day?” Azul questioned, subconsciously taking a step closer to Jade. “I thought it safe to assume you were bored with her.” 

“I think you did it on purpose. So I’d focus more on the stupid Mostro Lounge.” Floyd said cooly, staring down his nose at Azul. “Y’know, if you want my attention so badly, I’m happy to give you a good squeeze.”

“That won’t be necessary.” Azul said nervously, grimacing as he remembered the last time he had pissed Floyd off and gotten squeezed. “I assure you that wasn’t my intention.” He said, waving his hand and hoping Floyd didn’t sense the lie. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, partially out of annoyance and partially out of anxiety. “Just go find her after class and tell her, oh I don’t know, that you still find her entertaining?” Azul suggested in an attempt to keep Floyd’s temper at bay. 

“Perhaps don’t phrase it like that.” Jade suggested, his signature grin having not left his face during the entire conversation. 

“Hm.” Floyd hummed as he studied Azul with his icy gaze. “I guess since it’s your fault Shrimpy is mad at me, then you won’t complain if I don’t show up to work until she likes me again.” He huffed. He didn’t wait for Azul’s reply before he turned on his heel and started to walk away. 

“Well she’s in class, so you might as well go to your next class too!” Azul shouted after him. After all, as housewarden, if Floyd’s grades dropped, Azul would hear about it. Floyd ignored him as he continued to walk away.

“You put him in a bad mood.” Jade sighed. “I was quite serious when I said he has taken a liking to her. Enough so that this may be an awakening for him.”

“Great.” Azul muttered. “Now I have to budget to hire someone to pick up his slack.”

“Where. Is. Shrimpy.” Floyd asked himself as he walked through campus. It had been a few days since she left him, Jade and Azul standing in the courtyard and he hadn’t even caught so much as a glimpse of her since then. He grumbled to himself as he took long strides towards Ramshackle dorms. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I’ll have to give her an extra hard squeeze.” Floyd said. “Since she’s being so mean. Why haven’t I seen her anywhere? Shrimpy thinks she can get away with avoidin’ me.” He reached the front door to Ramshackle, pounding his fist on it. No one answered, but that wasn’t going to stop Floyd. Not today. He had been patient enough. He had waited long enough. 

Floyd grabbed the door handle, giving it a slight turn and the door to Ramshackle creaked open. He honestly doubted it even locked in the first place. Crowley didn’t seem to worry too much about her safety. 

Floyd walked into the common area of Ramshackle. The dorm was eerily quiet as the floors creaked and groaned as Floyd took each step. He sat down on the old couch, sinking into the unsupportive cushions. He took out his phone, looking through the texts that he had sent over the last few days, the majority of them to Yuu, and they remained unanswered. Floyd began to impatiently bounce his leg. 

It felt like forever, but eventually Floyd heard the front door open. He quickly wiggled his way out of the couch and stood next to the doorway that led into the common area. He made sure he was out of sight from anyone in the entryway and waited, ready to pounce. He could tell where she was since every floorboard in the house screamed under pressure. He could hear her getting closer and closer, and as she appeared through the doorway, He opened his arms wide, Yuu only seeing the movement from the corner of her eye before she was swept up in his arms, pressed so tightly against him that she could hear his heart as her head pressed against his chest. It took Yuu a moment to realize what she was pressed up against.

“Floyd?!” She questioned, trying to shift just enough to look at him, but the more she moved the harder he squeezed. “You’re crushing my ribs, please loosen up a little.” Yuu said, her voice strained. However, Floyd refused to loosen up at all.

��After you’ve been avoiding me for so long? I ain’t about to let you go, Shrimpy.” He said, his long arms had created an unbreakable obstacle. 

He felt the tension leave Yuu’s body. His arms loosened only slightly in response.

“Can you at least let go just enough for me to look at you?” She asked him. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually relented and loosed his arms enough for her to pull away a few inches, but contrary to her words she did not look up. She continued to rest her head on his chest.

And now that she was doing it voluntarily, Floyd suddenly didn’t know how to react. This was the first time that he could remember where squeezing wouldn’t solve his problems. He kept his arms around her shoulders, and felt her take a deep breath.

“Uh, Shrimpy?” Floyd questioned. 

“Well now that I have to say it all out loud, it’s embarrassing.” Yuu mumbled, trying to bury her face even farther into his jacket. Floyd sighed.

“Don’t tell me you were actually dumb enough to listen to Azul.” He said, rolling his eyes even though she couldn’t see it. She muttered something incoherent, but Floyd knew that it was a yes. “That takoyaki doesn’t know what he’s talking about. My Shrimpy is the only one who can keep me on my toes.”

Yuu finally looked up at him, the only reason their noses didn’t brush was because of the height difference between them. 

“And I pride myself on being able to keep my Shrimpy on her toes too.” He muttered quietly, gripping her chin lightly. “You better never listen to Azul again. I don’t wanna go that long without my-” Floyd cut himself off, rethinking his choice of words. “Without you.” He said hoarsely. 

Yuu’s bottom lip stuck out in a small pout, and Floyd’s gaze was drawn to it. He slowly leaned in, dropping his arms from her shoulders to her waist, giving her the room to lean back and avoid him, if that’s what she wanted to do.

But he really hoped that wasn’t what she wanted to do. As he drew closer, he watched as her eyes widened, and then fluttered shut, and he closed his own eyes as he gently pressed his lips against hers, cupping the back of her head as their lips moved together. He was careful to keep his sharp teeth in check. After all, she wasn’t ready for those.

Not Yet.

[sleepy--anon]

Day 24: Pinned

Reserved by anon

@mushiewrites birthday fic

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are full

Warnings: tickles on the more intense side

The size difference between Dream and George were drastic, everyone could see that, both in height and width. Dream was broader than George and had almost six inches on him. The only thing George could use to his advantage half the time was his wit, quick comebacks to make Dream flustered, or he'd have to team up with Sapnap to over power him, because wether or not he'd admit it, Sapnap is crazy strong. Unfortunately for George, Sapnap was out for the day, the weather was nice so he went to the skate park so George was left to execute his plan by himself. He and Dream were sitting on his bed when George became a little antsy, normally he would text Sapnap to come in and they would go from there but George had to do it alone this time.

"Dreeeaam.." He drawled out, turning to face the blonde, he began to lace their fingers together infront of them, watching the way Dream’s fingers covered his whole hand and part of his wrist.

"You're being too quiet, it's boring me" George carefully climbed onto his lap, slowly pushing him onto his back, softly press his hands into the mattress just above his head. Dream stared up at him with wide green eyes, trying to figure out where this came from. He managed to get both sets of his fingers tangled in his one, using the now free hand to trace down the left side of his body.

"Gehohorge." He warns, flinching harshly at certain spots. He pulled his hands only to realize that the way George held his fingers made it a Chinese finger trap.

"You were boring me, so I made my own entertainment~!" George was quite proud of himself, he managed to get DREAM of all people, pinned by himself. He poked and prodded happily, going around his ribs, sides, tummy, and part of his hips. Dream squeaked and yelped, yet he never really pulled all that hard, that was until George poked his bellybutton through his shirt. Dream ripped his hands through George’s cleaver trap, grabbing him by his tiny waist, flipping them like he was rolling out of bed. Before George could fully register what had just happened, Dream had both his wrists in one hand in the same way he had his fingers.

"Uhh, Dream..?"

"You didn't seriously think you could get away with that did you~? And by yourself?! Oh George, you would've been better off waiting for Sapnap to come back~" George whined in the back of his throat, attempting to sink deep into the mattress to avoid Dream’s pointed, unwavering gaze.

"You ready Mr. I'm So Bored~?" George shook his head so quick his fringe landed on his forehead like bangs. He tugged on his wrist, getting way less leeway than Dream had when they were flipped.

"Yeah well I don't really care if you're ready George~ I wanna hear you scream~" George had just enough time to widen his eyes like saucers before Dream latched onto his ribs, digging his index finger into the top ones, his pinky into the bottom ones, his thumb into the middle ones, and his middle and ring fingers into the back ones. George did as Dream wanted, a scream ripped through his throat, he had never felt tickles on his ribs from every spot before, there was not one part of his right ribs that weren't being tormented. No matter how much George kicked, twisted, pulled, screamed, or begged, Dream would not let up. Watching George’s face darken in different shades of red and spread to his ears and neck, watching the tears form in his eyes, watching his hair stick to his forehead with sweat.

"DREHEHEAM STOHOHOP PLEHEHEHEASE THAHAHAHAT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" George screached after finally getting a quick breath. Dream paused for a second, humming like he was thinking while George heaved, trying to get as much air as possible.

"Mmmmm... no~" He started his hand back, switching to rubbing deep circles rather than digging as he leaned down to nibble at his other set through his shirt. George went from loud hysterical cackles to just straight screaming, his voice would cut in and out as he screamed incoherent words while waving his hands in their capture.

"DREHEHEHEHEAM!" George finally managed to land a knee hard enough to knock him off balance.

"StohohoOHOP PLEHEHEASE! Plehehehease Stohohop plehehehease, I'm sohohohorry, I cahahan't tahahahake thihihis anymohohohore!" Dream finally decided that George was officially tickled out, he released him, carefully rubbed his red ribs under his shirt, shushing him when he flinched.

"Think carefully about your decisions before you make them George, we both know if I was Sapnap you would still be screaming and kicking."

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

Hello! Sorry about the roughness of my blog, I mostly just used this one for lurking before I ever thought to get in on anything.

I’m Shallahi Ksheh Bah-Teft, I’m… around… Nanish-er, that’s 20 years old, I think? (Years, months, days, and hours are different where I’m from.) (UPDATE: it’s closer to 22.) I’m human (mostly), Thaylen/Alethi, but I have longer eyebrows than most half-Thayleni. (I’m a Luxray Hybrid now, as of 2-29-24.) Yes, long eyebrows is a weird thing here. I tend to wear them over my ears, if that’s a good image to use as a metric.)

(Update: Apparently I’m Luxray-kin? I just figured it out, so…)

I’m from Kharbranth, also known as the City of Bells. I’m a Knight Radiant (something like a “Chosen” for a smaller, less powerful being. I’m of the Sixth Order, a Lightweaver of the Fourth Ideal as of 1-23-24), a Worldhopper (a “Faller” with more agency in where they go, basically), a collector of stories and knowledge and a lover of food and adventure!

I am a member of Bridge Four and an Incursionist.

I thought I was 6-foot-something, but I’m closer to 6-and-a-third of this world’s feet in height.

I use she/it/fae, and by your standards of gender, I would be transfeminine. (I transitioned by accidentally taking in an entire lamp’s worth of Stormlight, so no need to worry about HRT access, thank goodness. It’s such a shame that others can’t just breathe in magic and—poof! Be properly aligned to their Spiritual aspect.)

I may say words that don’t make sense to you, or don’t fit in the context you’d use them in, that’s just a consequence of the mixing of my own vocabulary and knowledge that I took with me here, me learning new words and assuming their meaning, and the Connection tricks I use to help learn new languages.

I said I was a Worldhopper earlier; don’t worry, while yes I might steal away to Scadarial or elsewhere for a bit, I’m making this world with weak storms, static grass, and colourful fluffy creatures my home. Like Shinovar but with more colour and less ksenophobia!

Now for you, Snowflake!

Mmmmm…

Ah! I am called “Snowflake” or “Snowy,” (She/Her) and I am a Patternspren or Crypticspren. A spren is… mmmm… a small fragment of a God. Not your gods, mind you. I am bonded to Shallahi, who you have already heard from. This world is strange to us. There is no Shadesmar, no Cognitive Realm that we could find. This means that I am just a Pattern on a dress or other form of clothing. I am dictating my words to Shallahi. Mmm… unfeminine.

(SH: Don’t listen to that stupid old book, it’s full of lies.)

I like lies. You know this.

SH: Then why let those lies dictate your life?)

Mmm… I am called Snowflake because that is how my Pattern looks. This is everything I can think to say.

I sign asks as ❄️.

I have a ton of siblings from Bridge Four, and also Oppy @freeroaming-curiosity is my sister!

Malkah (@faller-of-kharbranth) who just Fell here recently, is also my sister now!

Konnie @abyssanon is also my sibling, as well.

My little sister, who goes by Kitt but is technically a younger me, is at @kitten-of-kharbranth.

SALUTATIONS. I AM HER MAJESTY THE DUSK QUEEN LUNALA, THE PSEUDO-PATRON OF SHALLAHI.

My name, should you need it, is Nyx, and I use she/he/it/moon pronouns.

Should I send any asks, I shall sign them with -Her Majesty, the Queen of Dusk, Lunala.

Rose @hisuianhellion is MY GIRLFRIEND AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH!

I have 12 kids:

• Sword @sword-of-injustice, who talks like this. (Your pronouns.)

• Crystal @crystalclearribbons, who doesn’t live with me. (She/Her)

• Vivillon @shinx-oh, who also doesn’t live with me. (She/her)

• Fox (Eevee), who lives with Vivillon. (He/him)

• Illanero @zoruascanbetrainerstoo, who is the Champion of Hoenn, Kanto, Kalos, and Unova!! (All, but mostly xe/xem)

Xe usually travels with Cresselia/Zrosenza @moondreamscape. (she/it/dream)

• Svirak-Daughter-None, a Squawkabilly (She/Her).

• [Zeradin, a Zebstrika] (They/He).

• <Zan, a Dwebble> (He/Him).

• {Vinette, a Joltik.} (She/It).

• Palana, a Natu (She/Him)

• Navari, Eevee/Axehound hybrid, egg obtained from Quasar ( @rogue-nebula) (She/her? Hatched. Unknown.)

Here’s my Trainer Card:

Annoyingly, there are very few darker-skinned Trainers with blue eyes in the options. Nessa(?) here is the closest I could find.

Pelliper Mail is ON!

Same with Musharna Mail!

Don’t be afraid to ask me stuff, serious or silly!

In fact, don’t be afraid to be goofy with your asks.

Magic Anons are ON, but FILTERED!

Current Arc: Arc Shash (on hold sort-of), Purrsona! (more of a topic tag).

Previous Arcs: Purifying Waters Arc, Time Heist Event, Rotomblr in Wonderland, Lightweaver Luxray, Robot Rescue, Mini-Arc: Curse Of Angy Teen, Muse Mixup Madness (Get PMD’d (Luxrayposting)), Mini Arc: Pokesona Time!, Muse Mixup Madness (Shashariposting) Mini Arc: More Cat, Castelia trip!!

//No proshippers, no TERFs, no NSFW stuff. I don’t really want drama, I just want to have fun. Oh, yeah, also, POTENTIAL COSMERE SPOILERS!

//Sentient Pokémon are A-OK to interact, if previous reblogs haven’t made it clear.

//Self Insert Fallers and Branded are also clear to interact.

[spiderh0rse]

freeman's mind notes part 4 e16-20

e16

a vip (self declared)

thinks they should let the aliens eat explosives

the tentacle in the rocket silo is the scariest thing he's ever seen

incorrect Nietzsche quote (deeper sleep fans rise up)

drummers = monsters

thinks Nietzsche could have been in a band once

whistling FOUR. Five????

hang glider fan

rnd would get a big bonus at some point if the military state becomes the reality

finds the zombies worse than online degrees

whistling FIVE. likes Mario.

whistling SIX also Mario, different song

"future wife" duuuude I don't think youre getting a wife

the sewers are not buries treasure location

his ideal mansion will involve visitors being shot as soon as they knock

star wars reference Again

woodshop in high school almost ended in his expulsion

would eat the aliens

e17

has considered spitting on giant machines twice now

wind knocked out of him by the fan to ceiling impact

wasn't expecting to fly today

respects deaths in rocket testing

sad when oxygen isn't oxycodone

likes pushing buttons

wants to level a lawsuit against black mesa

wants to vacation somewhere tropical

wants to ride a sea turtle to menace cruise ships

would name his sea turtle a "nice gender-neutral name" like Flippy or Whiskers

doesn't consider most reptiles dangerous

has always wanted a robot army. the robot coolness strikes again

not good at parkour

grappling hook mentioned Again. he wants one! or a harpoon!

compares himself to a monkey and hates on earth gravity in the same breath

purportedly Not an adrenaline junkie

shaking after crossing the Blast Pit grating jumps.

vaguely implies he's going crazy

I'M BACK IN THE GODDAMN BUILDING AGAIN

SNOT MONSTER moans are what he'll be thinking about tonight

ordering a grappling hook once he's out

e18

would jump extreme heights into water for big splash

fairy-agnostic

He's sun wukong? A monkey god?

simian skills o7

half life mention title drop woooo

"nyyyyeeeeeewww" :D

whistle count SEVEN

admits that stuff here (falling mostly) is scary

"life sucks sober" YOU HAD. TWO SHOTS OF VODKA ON AN EMPTY STOMACH THIS MORNING. admittedly not a ton i retract my objection he's probably got a high tolerance

sometimes goes down the wrong corridor

cuts off a thought to yell "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D"

wants a giant metal spider fortress

the dial....

stresses to a dial that he has a DOCTOR'S DEGREE

e19

compares black mesa to a giant beast

would LOVE a massive tomb. pyramid for him please

"it's me" sick FNAF refe

WHAT ARE THESE NOISES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.

pain is a constant yes

doesn't consider himself afraid of heights

actually yeah tentacle sounds (loud metal noises) being unpleasant is a consistent trait here. Loud noises bad. (This, beeping of eye scanners, gunshot in the vent)

reel to reel computers..... PUNCH CARDS

BURN BABY BURN

e20

first title card leadup! techno hell room

bad smelllllllll

has made hella strong pillow forts with plaster of paris. pissed his mother off doing so

worn condition grenades are probably not as safe as you hope

he sounds so excited at the idea of going somewhere possibly not terrible

admits if a giant monster that the rocket didn't kill looked all angry at him he'd curl up and cry

bad smell TWO

References his cannonball drop statement from earlier

cons: starving to death alone, pros: could be fun. He does it. Sir. I know he's not okay by now but DUDE PLEASE. STOP WILLINGLY CURLING UP TO DIE

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

shit lung capacity. I've swam further without breathing in more time and been okay. Lllllll

concerned at the green sludge river

cancer mentioned third time

mmmmm radiation,,,,,

liked Austria

turnwheel Used

used to pass people in tube slides as a kid. Would sometimes get wedged in

"nyeeeew"

knees starting to hold up a bit better

[thebawdybaldurian]

Kinktober Day 13: Fucking Machine/Lingerie

More modern AU fun! This is actually going to be the first new edition to a new work I am creating that is basically porn without a plot fun, set in the same universe. Just some naughty scenes that got briefly mentioned in the AU story, but weren’t elaborated on. Lots of Femme Tav x Astarion goodness, including all their anniversary and birthday fun…and some serious gooning. This is an anniversary scene, with the above themes! They’ll be a little more of this once I get it posted on AO3. I am too….to do it right now…..

Content and Warnings: use of a fucking machine, anal sex, oral sex, PIV sex, squirting, cum tasting.

While Astarion and Addy usually went out or on vacation for their anniversary, they’d decided to stay at home on their fourth. Astarion had to work that evening as usual, but presented his gift after breakfast that morning. “Ta da!” He pulled a sheet off the item that had been stowed in the guest bedroom since it arrived last tenday. It was sat on the floor, the arm angled at a 45 degree slant, with a sizable dildo attached.

“You…got me…a fuck machine?” Addy smiled as Astarion turned it on with the remote, the arm slowly moving back and forth.

“I got us a fuck machine! You’re not the only one that enjoys getting pounded, darling,” Astarion grinned. “The anniversary guide said appliances…and what was I supposed to do…buy you a microwave?”

“Fair point,” she laughed, taking the remote he handed her and turned up the speed. The dildo wobbled faster, the arm quickly pumping back and forth. “So who gets to pop its cherry?” Addy asked, turning it down again.

“Oh I already did,” Astarion bit his lip. “When you had lunch with your publicist a few days ago...I had to test it out…make sure it worked.”

“Oh?” Addy purred, pulling open his bathrobe, thinking about him getting fucked silly all by himself. “Tell me how you did it…” She kissed him hungrily, letting her fingers play with his cock as he pulled open her bathrobe. “Were you on your hands and knees? Bent over the bed? Standing?”

“On my back, with my legs in the air,” he whispered, slipping his hand between her legs. “It comes with a few platforms so it can be used at different heights…and the arm is fully adjustable.”

“Mmmmm, I’d pay to see that!” Her cunt twitched at the thought.

“Your Moonshae Islands tour starts in a month,” he grinned, feeling how excited she was about the gift, his fingers warm and slick already. “The remote connects to Weavetooth so you can control it…and I can attach a mouth sleeve to it.”

“So I can suck your cock across the ocean?” She grinned, slowing stroking his shaft.

“And fuck me senseless,” he growled, slipping a few fingers inside her.

“Is that what you want now?” She asked, pulling his robe completely off. “You just had a big breakfast.”

“I’ll be fine for a few hours…and I could eat a little more,” he grinned, pulling his fingers out of her and sucking on them.

“Mmmmm,” she grinned, glancing over at the full-length mirror in front of the bed. “My pussy eaten and watching you get spread? I better add something to my present.”

“Speaking of…” he pushed her towards the bed so they could warm him up. “What did you get me?”

“You’ll see when you get home from work,” she pulled him against the mattress, reaching around to start playing with his asshole.

They made out and fondled one another on their sides as she fingered his ass, getting him ready to get fucked by the machine. He eventually pulled her to the edge on the bed, sitting her there as he climbed off and moved the machine into place. He lubed up the dildo, watching her play with herself in the mirror as he did. “We really need to get you a playmate to fuck,” she purred, teasing her lips wide for him as he got the arm positioned at the perfect angle. “A machine is one thing…but a big, burly man…”

“Just find us the perfect guy,” Astarion grinned, teasing the head of the dildo against his hole. “I think that’s the right spot,” he sighed, his cock dribbling pre-cum with anticipation.

“Do you want some padding for your knees, baby?” She asked, slipping the throw blanket out from under her.

“It’s wet already,” he grinned, getting it settled under his knees as he knelt between her legs and handed her the remote.

“I could edge you for hours with this,” she bit her lip, teasing her finger near the button to turn it on.

“You could,” he licked his lips, leaning down to start eating her out. “Uhnnnnn…” he moaned into her cunt as she turned the machine on the lowest setting, the dildo slowly easing past his tight hole.

“Oh…baby,” she cooed, the view of his ass getting spread making her ooze honey. “You look so good like this.”

“It…hmmmmppphh…feels good,” he looked up at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and continuing to lick her.

She arched her back as his tongue slipped inside her, gripping his curls tightly with one hand and holding the remote with the other. She turned the dial a little faster, hearing him groan quietly into her lips. The machine was relatively quiet, humming lowly and making wet sucks as it fucked Astarion’s ass. She could see his cock leaking pre-cum in the mirror, a long string hanging down from his tip as his cock swayed with each thrust of the machine. “You’re dripping like a faucet,” she grinned, sliding her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. “Let me taste it…”

“Turn up the dial a little more,” he smiled up at her, reaching one of his hands down to spread the pre-cum on his fingers. She turned it up a little more, his moan making her toes curl. “We can…uhhhnnn…take this to the cabin with us…and…fuck…use it with the sex…swing…” he huffed, giving her his fingers to lick clean. “It can…ahhhh…fuck me…standing…while I fuck you…”

“Oh, you’re already getting ideas?” She grinned, licking and sucking his fingers even after all the pre-cum was gone. “I was thinking double penetration…bent over the bed with you in my ass and the machine in my pussy…or…both in my pussy.”

“I was…thinking the same…but with my ass,” he grinned, glancing back at his reflection. The dildo was of average size, but he could take more, especially with her expert knowledge of his back door.

“Double pegging?” She gripped his hair tighter as his lips wrapped around her clit. “Maybe for my birthday?!”

He nodded his head slightly, keeping his lips pursed around her clit as her knees began to shake. “Oh…Astarion…I’ve going to need to…ahhhh…double your present…I…mmmmm…fuck…yeah…ahhhh!” She cried out, gripping the edge of the bed as she came against his mouth.

The remote fell on the floor and he picked it up, turning the dial a little higher. He rest his cheek on her thigh, looking up at her as the dildo started pounding him faster. “I love you so much, baby,” he huffed, closing his eyes as the machine worked his prostate.

“I love you too, baby,” she smiled, sliding off the bed and joining him on his knees, reaching down to start stroking his cock.

“You feel so fucking good!” He groaned, the dildo slapping loudly in his ass, at max speed, as she jerked him off just as fast.

He pressed his head against the end of the mattress, angling his hips to let the dildo go even deeper. “Are you going to come nice and hard for me?” She asked, stroking him with her right hand and reaching up with her left to hold the one he had gripped tightly into the mattress.

“Yeah,” he whimpered, his body beginning to tremble. She leaned against his back, whispering in his ear as he neared climax.

“Are you going to moan this loudly when we are both fucking you?”

“Uhhhhh…huhhhh,” he nodded, tensing all over as she bit gently into his shoulder, spending across her hand and the blanket on the floor with heavy groans. “Uhhhnnnfff…fuck…fuck…” he panted, fumbling to find the remote to turn the machine off.

It crept to a stop with a low whine, Astarion’s body still trembling from climax. She purred lowly in his ear, kissing and nibbling on it as he caught his breath. “That was perfect, my love,” she grinned, rubbing his cum between her fingers. “I just need that big load in my mouth one of these days.”

“Hmmmm…we’ll get the angles worked out,” he sighed happily, shifting closer to the bed so the dildo would plop out of his ass. He looked back at her with a smile, accepting a long kiss.

“Should we switch out the dildo and see if we can make me squirt?” She asked, her cunt already throbbing for a good pounding herself.

“Still in front of the mirror?” He asked, grinning widely.

“Of course,” she smiled, climbing to her feet. “I’ll be right back,” she mussed his hair, padding out of the room to get another dildo.

He got his unattached from the machine, leaving it on the blanket as she returned with a clean dildo and a large glass of water for them to share. “So you like it?” He asked, giving her a kiss after a long sip of water.

“Very much so…but not as much as you,” she nuzzled against him. “And I mean to outdo you next year for our fifth anniversary…”

“What themes are that year?”

“Silverware…and wood,” she grinned, kneeling down to get the new dildo attached.

“Well…you give that to me daily,” he laughed, brushing his fingers through her hair. “Maybe a paddle…and a matching spanking bench.”

“Already giving me good ideas,” she winked up at him. She got the dildo secured and stood back up. “So how do you want me? On my knees too?”

“I think how you were sitting before and I’ll help support you…I want to see you squirm on it,” he purred, glancing back at the mirror as he ran his fingers down her body.

She sat down on the edge of the bed again, spreading her legs widely as he moved the machine a little closer. He nestled the tip of the dildo against her entrance, turning it on a letting it slowly penetrate her. She let out a quiet moan as it eased all the way in and pulled back slowly. “Will that hit the right spot?” He asked, looking down at her.

“Angle the arm up…just a bit,” she sighed as the machine thrust in again. He turned it off for a second, the dildo buried all the way in and moved the arm up a little. “Right there,” she nodded, biting deeply into her lip. She was throbbing by now, her folds dripping with honey.

He turned on the machine again, hearing her moan as it slid back out slowly. He took a few steps back, watching it spread her hungry slit. “I thought you were going to support me?” She whined, arching her back as the toy edged deeply again. “And turn up the speed a little.”

“But you look so desperate,” he grinned, teasing his finger over the dial. “I could watch it fuck you agonizingly slow. Beckon all of that honey out…”

“Please,” she begged, gripping her lips tightly around the toy. “I promise…tonight will be very special.”

“I know it will, honeydew,” he straddled the arm, leaning down to kiss her as he turned the dial just a bit higher.

“Fuck me, please,” she squeaked, aching to be fucked hard.

“Alright, baby,” he cooed, sitting down beside her and propping one of her thighs over his knee. He wrapped his arm around her back, letting her lean against him slightly as her legs began to squirm. “Faster?” He asked, nibbling on her ear and reaching his other hand to play with her clit.

“Yeah,” she cried, her body starting to rock gently as he turned the speed up a little more.

He watched her body slowly shifting in the mirror, the toy sucking loudly as it slid between her pulsing lips. “If I could only get this same view while still fucking you,” he growled in her ear, her breaths starting to grow sharper.

“No one can…fuck me…uhhhhnnn…like you can,” she closed her eyes tightly, her legs trembling even more as she neared climax.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered, slipping his tongue in her ear. She nodded with an indicative squeal, taking in quick, urgent breaths.

“Just…a little faster…”

He smiled, turning the dial down instead of up. “Astarion,” she whined, curling her toes against the bottom of the bed.

“You must have broken it already,” he teased, nipping her ear between his teeth. “I’m just going to have to leave you unfinished until tonight.”

“Like Hells you are,” she grinned, pressing back harder against him and reaching down for the remote in his hand, pressing the dial to max speed. She let out a sharp cry as it started to pound her faster, her lips sucking loudly around it. “Ahhhh…fuck…baby,” she whimpered, Astarion leaving the dial where it was and tightly gripping her hand.

“You better flood the fucking floor,” he growled, biting her neck and rubbing harder on her clit.

Her loud moans quickly turned to screams, her legs trembling wildly as she felt the tension in her cunt ready to snap. She ended with one final cry, squirting out farther and with more volume than she ever had before. The dildo kept pounding her, making her cry even more before Astarion slowly turned down the dial. “Gods…fuck…oh gods,” her entire body shook against him. “You…might have…finally broken me…” she giggled happily.

He turned the machine off completely, letting the dildo slid out as he scooped her into his arms, cradling her still shivering body. “We should have recorded that,” he smiled, snuggling her tightly against him. “That was a porn-worthy cum shot.”

“I can barely feel my legs,” she cooed, nuzzling and kissing his chest. “Thank you for letting me come, sugar pie.”

“You know I can’t resist that voice,” he leaned down to give her a long kiss, her body starting to finally still. “Ever since that first elevator ride when you came all over my hand.”

“I knew I was going to marry you then,” she caressed his face gently. “Happy anniversary.”

“I knew the moment you kissed my cheek when we first met,” he grinned, giving her another long, deep kiss. “Happy anniversary, my love.”

“Can you carry me to the shower? My legs aren’t working yet…”

“Of course, darling,” he smiled, climbing off the bed and carrying her towards the bathroom, the fuck machine dripping honey down onto the floor to join his cum.

They gently washed one another, kissing and caressing as they showered. They cuddled in bed some more after they dried off, watching TV and gently making love on their sides just before lunch. Gale had come by to finish lunch prep, bringing them a nice bottle of wine as an anniversary gift. “So what did you two get one another?” He asked when they finally emerged from the bedroom, their faces glowing and still in their bathrobes.

“A new washing machine,” Addy lied, giving Astarion a look. “The spin cycle really wrings all the water out.”

“Addy is saving her surprise for tonight,” Astarion smirked, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “But we both got to do a load this morning, so I can wait for my gift.”

“You two inspire me to find love again,” Gale smiled, turning on the immersion blender in the soup while thinking about the state his ex had left him in. “I’ve…actually got a blind date next tenday.”

“Oh?” Addy smiled, wrapping her arm around Astarion’s waist as they sat down at the kitchen island together. “Do you know anything about her…or him?”

“Her name is Syma…she’s going to be the new Physics professor come fall and she’s in town looking for apartments. Someone from the college set us up.”

“Well, if you want to wow her with a fancy dinner reservation, I’m happy to use my sway to get you a nice table somewhere.”

“I was actually thinking of cooking for her instead,” Gale suggested.

“Oh no, you can’t do that!” Astarion replied. “What if she’s dreadful and she’s stuck in your loft all night? Always keep the first date at a neutral site.”

“You came home with me right away,” Addy nudged him, grasping his thigh tightly. “And stayed the whole night…”

“But we had a little…familiarity,” he grinned, sticking a breadstick in his mouth seductively before biting down on it. “The last thing Gale needs is another crazy ex.”

“Crazy girls still suck good cock,” she whispered in Astarion’s ear as Gale turned to the fridge to finish the soup with some fresh cream.

“Don’t I know it,” Astarion whispered back in her ear. “I went home with this little pixie who fucked my ass so well, I started looking at engagement rings right away.”

“You did?!” Addy said aloud, leaning towards him as Gale started ladling out soup.

“I waited so long to propose because the ring that I found that was perfect was too expensive for me at the time.”

“Ahhhh, baby,” Addy cooed, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. “You could have proposed with an onion ring and I would have said yes.”

“Alright, I’ll sell this one,” he joked, grabbing her hand and trying to slip the antique, flawless star sapphire off her finger.

“No!” She giggled, pulling her hand away and gently biting his arm. “It’s well stuck on there for good.”

Gale blushed deeply, happy for the couple, but feeling envious of their deep connection. He thought he’d had that with his ex, Misty, but it had all been a facade. They ate and chatted about their upcoming tenday, Addy getting ready to start her latest small tour and Gale’s aforementioned blind date. Gale left the couple after lunch, as Astarion prepared to head to work and Addy began confirming and making a few small changes to Astarion’s gift for that evening.

[kamil-a]

two households, both alike in dignity

In wonderful Wonderworld, where we lay our scene... Caught between Elliot and Julius, Alice attempts to do what she does best- run from the truth. We hop here, from argument to argument, down to the end, where something will happen whether she likes it or not.

i just feel like at some point it should be impossible for both elliot and alice AND julius and alice to be close. i will proceed to write an unreasonable amount of words about it.

(See the end of the work for more notes.) (oboy are there ever more notes.)

1.

She should not have argued with Elliot about Julius, that much is true. When he asked where she was she should have said a movie theater near the Tower plaza and when he asked if she was friends with Julius she should have said I've spoken to him a few times but I wouldn't say we're friends and left. There are times when you just have to lie to Elliot, and this should have been recognizable as one of them, easily. But Alice was not thinking clearly, not now when it was only less than a time period ago that she had seen a woman look with pure disgust at Julius.

You might assume that shooting mean looks at people are yet another privilege reserved for those with visible facial features, but oh, you could tell. Alice had watched this lady grab her child out of his way and hurry off, behaving as if Julius were a monster about to eat her kid for lunch rather than the person who had directed the previously crying girl her way in the first place. And the little girl, who'd had nothing against him until now, is going to hate him too, now that she's been taught to do it. It isn't fair! It isn't fair! And Elliot bothering her when she was already worked up about this, well. You can see why she did not respond wisely.

So currently, Alice and a pot of tea are both simmering in Blood's office. She's hoping he'll be sympathetic, though in the back of her mind she suspects that as soon as she leaves he'll have their conversation's mirror image with Elliot, if Elliot hasn't beaten her to the punch already.

"Elliot said to remember how he talked to me when we first met, but I'd be prickly to strangers too if everyone treated me the way they do Julius, you know?"

The tea is ready, but Alice's mood continues boiling.

"For sure."

"Besides, it's not like Elliot made a great first impression on me either. A little bit hypocritical of him, isn't it?"

Blood nods, and sets out plates and cups for each of them.

"And it's not just Elliot. Even random people on the street, they all hate him! When he does nothing to deserve it!" 

Strangers not wanting to be near Roleholders is only to be expected, because for the average Faceless the death rate of so much as breathing wrong around a Roleholder is usually, oh, maybe a 50/50 gamble if the weather's nice and the mood is good. But Julius does nothing of the sort. She mentally compares him to the others- he doesn't hack apart strangers with axes like the twins! He certainly doesn't order beheadings like Vivaldi. He does not even sing badly like Gowland. (Alice knows this because she has caught him humming as he worked a few times, in the space between being cheered up by her company and forgetting she was still there.)

"Deciding what others do or don't deserve is a more complicated task than you may think, young lady. Elliot, for example, would have a different perspective."

"Elliot doesn't count. He's... I don't know, he's got a specific bone to pick, that's different."

"Mmmmm." A diplomatic non-agreement Alice has heard him give many a time to Elliot about things like if you were my height our ears would be the same size. "Well, I do agree it takes a lot of courage to go out every day and be universally hated. I wonder sometimes how he can stand it."

"Right?! It's so unfair."

"That said, unfair or not, I would advise you to stay away from him."

"Not you too!"

If he forbids her from visiting Julius, she would have to listen. And that would be that, because this is Julius we're talking about. If she can't go to that tower, she will most certainly never see him again, on account of he never leaves his desk except to go sit at his second desk. But so long as Blood frames it as merely a suggestion, she is free to frown and ignore it.

"Unfortunately." Blood shrugs with an apologetic smile and pours them both a cup of tea. Ladies first, of course. He does a graceful little trick with the pouring that Alice won't even bother to ask the method of, there's no way she could ever pull it off. "It is unfair, though, I agree with you about that. I'm telling you to stay away from the Clockmaker, and it isn't right that Julius Monrey has to get hurt in the process. But that's how it is."

"So this is about his job." her voice is hard.

"It is."

"And if I don't care about his job?"

Blood ignores this to take a sip of his own tea.

"Mm. Perfect flavor."

She rolls her eyes and sips her own.

"It is very good, yes. But-"

"Thank you. It takes careful practice to brew the tea this well. The leaves are-"

"But as I was saying, I don't see anything wrong with his job. Maybe it pays less than some people's, but it's a living!"

He raises an eyebrow.

"Do you know what he does?"

"Fixes clocks? Obviously. I usually watch him work when I'm there. It looks kind of nice to do. Relaxing. Maybe I'll ask him to let me help out sometime."

Blood's eyes widen a bit, and he settles his face back down in a bemused smile.

"This from the girl who won't touch a gun!"

What's one got to do with the other? She could ask, but it probably won't be worth it. Logic in Wonderland is never quite followable. Perhaps it all ties back into whatever Game everyone is beholden to, that guns and clocks are both important items, or something. She fills in the gaps herself. It all comes from her subconscious mind, after all.

"If it's only a suggestion, thank you, but I'm going to keep seeing him."

He puts down his teacup to hold up his hands in mock-surrender.

"Alright. But it's going to send a message to people, one that you might not want to send. Surely, there were situations like this in your world, too..."

His voice trails off. He's leaving the topic wide open for her to pick up on- she knows, logically, her part in this dance is to ask "and what might that message be?", and fill in the part of the puzzle she is lacking. And she almost does, before remembering that person sitting next to her, her friend and employer, is a mafia boss. That every paper she's filed away without looking could've been ordering a death, that every load of laundry she's done likely had money in it. Elliot is worth a warning or two himself. The truly moral thing to do would be to stop associating with any of these people, but they're her friends and she doesn't want to lose them. So she cannot- and does not deserve to- start worrying about drawing moral lines in the sand now.

"The only message I'm sending is that I'm not a snob about what people do for work." She says it with more venom than she means to let slip, overcorrects with joking sweetness on the next sentence. "And aren't you lucky I'm not, Mister Mafia Boss...?"

Blood chuckles and bows exaggeratedly. He knows when to drop a subject.

"I certainly am lucky. Can this Mister Mafia Boss get the Young Lady a pastry to go with her tea?"

2.

"If he ever hurts you, tell me," Elliot mutters as Julius walks away.

"Elliot, he saved me. Well, you both did." She had been walking through the forest with Elliot when assassins targeted the March Hare, and it was only thanks to Julius passing by that she was able to get away- not that she'd ever tell Elliot she was even for a second afraid he couldn't protect her alone. It's not like that, it was just a matter of numbers, two better than one. Okay? They'd lost track of each other for about a time period, and Julius had insisted that Elliot was in no danger, that the big dumb rabbit is strong enough not to die over a few Faceless hitmen, but Alice couldn't help worrying. She certainly couldn't sit quietly with a book in the Tower while Elliot could be out there getting murdered. So Julius put his own work off for later ("I can't concentrate with you pacing and looking out the window like that", was the excuse) and walked with her the whole way, silently holding her hand. At the Hatters' gate she found Elliot waiting for her. He was safe, and healthy enough (after a bear hug and a scritch on the ears) to bother her about Julius again.

"He would never hurt me."

"Don't be so sure." Elliot growls. 

"Fine. Can we not talk about Julius? I'm just glad you're okay."

"I'm serious," he says. He moves to grab her arm but stops just short of doing so, flexes his hand in the air instead. "I'm so worried about you. Ugh, I didn't know the bastard had it in him to play nice to get his way..."

"We're just friends, Elliot."

"I don't want to scare you, Alice, no one does, but..."

There's a hush in the air. Elliot looks more serious than he ever has to Alice, chewing on one of his wheat stalks as he weighs his words. The set of his ears and twitch of his nose seem more than ever like a hare, a prey animal checking the trees and skies for hawks. Alice's heart thumps in her chest and shakes her whole body. He is about to say something horrifying about someone she cares about, bring to light the shadowy side that everyone she meets in this world seems to have. She does not want to know what it is. 

"I trust him," she says gently. She takes his hand in hers, rubs her thumb in circles over the back of it. All the outside sounds that seemed to hold their breath rush back in, distant chatter and leaves caught on the breeze and the occasional buzzing fly. She's standing still but still she's running away, the same as how she's been known to change the subject when the other Hatter staff talk about work work, and what exactly has happened to the maids who need Alice to pop in for a substitute shift. "And I trust you, too."

"If he hurts you, I'll kill him. I will, I really will, and I will make it hurt, I already know how I'm going to do it and if he just gives me a reason-"

"Elliot. I promise, I just read books up there."

"Oh!" He brightens up considerably. "Blood has books! You can save yourself the trip!"

"But only Julius lets you drink coffee while you read," she says with a wink.

3.

It is around this point when she learns how the clock gets made.

4.

"There's a story in your world that speaks to your current feelings," says Nightmare, floating outside an ornate building he's dreamed up for her to sigh pathetically at the open window of. "Romeo Vs. Juliet! A beautiful love story between two people hailing from opposing groups..."

"I don't think it's like Romeo and Juliet- And, by the way, not Vs.- even a little bit."

He looks forlorn. He must've thought he really had something, there. That thought of hers makes Nightmare look even more kicked puppy-esque, if possible.

"And I certainly don't want it to end like- wait, do you know how the play ends?"

As it turns out, he does not. The library of outsider knowledge Nightmare is privy to is both as expansive and as incomplete as the sum knowledge of all sleeping people, often leading him to myxed metaphors and misplaced miths. Fortunately, she learned this one in school. It was at a time in her past- she tries to keep this association away from Nightmare, but if she's aware of it herself it is surely too late- that she liked to imagine she was a bit like Juliet, at least in the sneaking-around-to-meet-one's-boyfriend department. She'd rather drink poison than go through that again, but at least she got an A on the essay.

"Ahhhh."

"Yeah."

They're quiet for a moment, his words and her thoughts, before Nightmare says-

"A completed love."

"What-" that's not fair, bringing that up. "I don't want either one of us to die!"

But thinking about it in more detail reminds her not of the rainy funeral day she's described to Nightmare in the past, but of a man's dead body found in the sunshine, swarming with afterimages. A broken clock left behind. Julius, the Clockmaker. If she dies, even for love's sake... what would happen then?

She knows, but she doesn't want to think it. She doesn't want to be afraid of Julius. Besides, she reminds herself, put a hand over your chest. You still have a heart.

For now.

Nightmare smiles fondly, which she hates. She hates this new thing he does, the enthusiasm with which he greeted her discovery of the scariest parts of this world, his joy at her horror that some part of her brain must be uncaring enough to build out a world like this. He's gotten huggy with her lately, as if sharing with her his belief that all people are just lifeless gears in a grand machine is something that creates intimacy and not distance. 

"It's not just my belief," he catches the thought out of thin air, the very moment it's thunk. "It's.... ah... nevermind. I'm sorry if I've come on too strong. If the thought of joining us scares you, you don't have to worry about it." His voice grows gentle. "Remember, it's only a dream."

"I know."

"So don't waste your time in this beautiful dream being upset. Just enjoy yourself."

She rolls her eyes at him playfully.

"I know."

5.

Morning... how long has it been since she's seen a proper morning? Not a Daytime period, but the sun rising and the darkness slowly fading away? It's beautiful enough to make her forget how tired she is, how bad her feet hurt, and want to run to a window and watch.

The Castle halls are full of people in various states of tired and disheveled, scrambling over each other to make it out before the event period officially ends and Vivaldi will be free to kill everyone her eyes land on if she so pleases. Alice is tired, too, and definitely disheveled, but ultimately feeling pretty good. Julius must be somewhere in the crowd, because they'd left their room at about the same time but she can't see him. Ah, well, she needs to meet back up with the group she came with anyway, and he probably feels he doesn't have a moment to spare to say goodbye with the work that piled up over the time he was away from his desk. She can always visit him later.

There's the group. Blood is nowhere to be found, probably sneaking last minute 'free samples' of tea, but the butlers and maids are there, and so are the twins, and...

Elliot.

At the ball she had been dancing with him, as friends, thinking Julius wasn't going to be there. He wasn't the best dancer, but he was a fun partner, and they were just getting the hang of the steps together when Julius showed up. He didn't say a word, just grabbed her and pulled.

And for all her grumbling, she'd still gone with him. And they'd talked it out, and later, uh, kissed it out. And... and it's a no-brainer that Elliot is going to be angry, isn't he. Beyond angry, even. 

Julius wasn't thrilled, either. A criminal, he had described Elliot, snarled it at her in a guest room close enough to her face that she could tell on his breath that he'd first stopped at the bar, maybe for the courage to approach her. Why were you dancing with that animal, (yikes!), that criminal- But, Alice already knew that. If Elliot's a criminal, what is she? She doesn't kill or torture or extort, not personally, but she supports the others, in friendship and employment. And then she buys her boyfriend (boyfriend!!!) silly little gifts, expensive coffee beans and a fancy glasses cloth and pre-sliced bread so he won't chomp right into a whole loaf, with her dirty criminal money. She wouldn't hear any more on the subject. Which felt virtuous of her at the time, look at me protecting my friend's name even to my love (?!) who kisses me (?!?!), but now she just feels kind of sick.

Elliot talks animatedly to Dee (or maybe Dum?) about something until Dum (or maybe Dee?) waves and calls out to her, and he turns around and freezes for a moment. Then he turns back as if he hadn't seen her, ears lowered angrily.

He won't even look at her? Is she, what, tainted by association now? As insulting as it is to her, it must be even worse to be Julius. Alice has lived with the Hatters for a while by now, certainly long enough to see that Julius has no quarrel with any other territory, no need to spy or sabotage or fight for more land, and that his work- though more complicated than it had first appeared to her- is the work of a healer, and benefits all. And yet nobody ever gives him a chance. And then they blame him for lashing out at other people. 

Despite that! She still doesn't want to just abandon her friendship with Elliot, the way he seems so ready to abandon her. She knows he can be kind, funny, caring, knows the pure warm joy of Elliot's good moods, and does not want to lose that. There has to be a way to make both of these relationships work. So she looks right at him and gives a bright smile and a wave, and decides that she will be a friend, even if he won't.

"Good morning, guys! Long time since I've gotten to say that, haha..."

"Did you have fun last night, big sister?" one of the twins elbows her. Elliot frowns even deeper, if possible. Not the icebreaker she would've gone for! Mmph!

"You must've had fun, cause somebunny was jealous."

"Somedoggy, at least. Don't kick him while he's down, brother."

"Ahh, you're right, brother."

"Hey, um, Elliot. Elliot!" He finally looks her way. It's embarrassing to do this in public, but she may not get another chance- "I'm really sorry about last night, okay? I was having a good time dancing with you-"

The twins see Elliot's face, share a look and back away. Smart kids.

"Whose side are you on, Alice?"

"What?"

"Just tell me." 

"I'm not going to pick sides."

"I knew it. I knew he'd turn you against me-"

Blood melts out of nowhere to save the day. Elliot's ears perk up as soon as he sees him.

"Everyone's here, I see? Good. Elliot, you'll be kind enough to lead the group home?"

"Sure. What about you?"

"Oh, I've got a few errands, and so on and so forth," he waves a hand lazily, and Alice is ready to kick him for abandoning her to this mess for the rest of the trip until he puts a hand on her arm. "I need to borrow the young lady for a moment, too. You all can go on."

"I'll see you later?" Alice says, unable to keep the question from her voice while waving hopefully at Elliot. 

"Maybe," he mumbles.

6.

Blood is a real savior here, so much so that she doesn't even complain about the detailed explanations of every last leaf sold at Incomparable Teas from Around the Wonderworld.

"Here," she says, picking out a teacup in the window of the store and shoving it (a little more roughly than you should be with a teacup) into Blood's hands. It's painted to look like a stained glass window, catching the morning light with its beautiful artistry. "I'm getting you this. I owe you for rescuing me like that."

"Don't forget who had to talk to Elliot all night while you were..." he pauses to really let the implication sink in, "Busy. He's a real crier when he gets upset, you know. I had to sit there with tissues, patting his head and encouraging him to drink some disgusting orange concoction of a smoothie he was too upset to touch." Good point. She picks out a matching saucer and a few jeweled spoons. "Ah, I'm only kidding. You don't actually need to buy me anything."

Blood takes a step closer to her and leans in to whisper in her ear, right there in front of the store owner and the street-facing window and everything. His voices drips with flirting, concentrated in both power and effort.

"But then again, I know something you can do if you really want to repay me..."

"Excuse you. I have a boyfriend."

Alice smacks him lightly (there, his repayment- she chose not to bruise!) on the cheek before turning around, where he can't see her blush. He laughs, so she thinks maybe she should've hit harder.

"Oh, you did have fun, hm? Congratulations to the two of you. I suppose you're soon going to be moving in with this boyfriend of yours?"

She tenses. She had been expecting this on some level- there's only so much disturbance she could cause in the upper ranks of a government via method of, let the earth swallow her up for how embarrassing this is, dating a rival leader, before the problem needs to be removed. It's sad, though, she'd grown to love the Hatter mansion. It's a second home to her.

"If you think it's what I should do."

"Calm down, young lady, I'm not kicking you out." She lets out a held breath. "But you should consider your options. Honestly, I'm happy to hear you aren't leaving us, even if... well, I'll see what I can do to keep Elliot's schedule from intersecting with yours."

"Oh, you don't have to do all that." It'd be a bit much. She turns a spoon over in her hand. "...Elliot really cried? Because I...?"

Blood gestures as if to chase her worries away with a flick of his hand.

"Like I said, he's a crier. I'll take care of him," which sounds unbelievably ominous from a man in a business where "take care of" is often code for "murder", but in this case probably means tea (always) and warm carrot muffins and a movie to take one's mind off things and going through anger, depression, bargaining, and denial to wind up at acceptance that utterly disgusting as it may be, he will get cried on by a full grown man chewing a mouthful of warm carrot muffin. "Worry about yourself, instead. You're his enemy now-"

Her stomach lurches.

"I-!"

"Regardless," Blood cuts her protest off almost before it can start. "Of whether or not you dislike Elliot, you are Julius' ally. So, his enemy. And Elliot does not have any patience for his enemies. I can only do so much if you insist on putting yourself in his way."

His eyes give away true worry under the who-cares act. Maybe he's right- Blood knows best that Elliot is dangerous, moreso than someone like her, who's mostly only seen him with his guard down and outside of his violent work. Blood himself has asked Elliot to do things that would sicken Alice to know about. So she committed to never knowing, and continues not to ask, and instead she puts her faith in this worst-of-both-worlds, this horrible slurry of cowardice to know and cowardice to leave.

"I'm not just going to give up on him like that," she says. Looks him right in the eye, summons up all her confidence. What else could a coward like her do? "I'm more afraid of losing my friendship with Elliot than of Elliot himself."

"Whatever you do, just make it interesting."

7.

But she is still a little afraid of Elliot. So when she does track him down to have a conversation it's in broad daylight, outside in the main gardens, with lots of other faceless workers milling about- like a blind date where you're not really sure if the guy is gonna be an axe murderer or not. hopefully at least one or two of her coworkers will take her side if things go south. She's brought a gift, too: carrot cookies, handmade, extra carrot. This she sets down in front of him, testing the waters. He sighs, nothing more.

"Do you have a moment?" Alice asks, very timidly, and his answer is to pick himself and a cookie up and stalk away. Wow.

"I'm busy."

"No you aren't!"

This is getting ridiculous. Her little sister is more mature than this. She chases after him with the plate.

"At least take the rest of the cookies with you!"

It gets a snort out of him. She'll take the victory, small as it is.

"There you go, c'mon, don't act like you didn't laugh-" trying her very best to be lighthearted while also noting, to herself, that Elliot is tall, maybe one of the tallest people she's ever seen and that's before the ears, and that he's very strong and very large and he has a gun, and he's currently angry at her.

"Turn around or I'll eat them myself!"

He turns around, cursing under his breath, and really looks at her for the first time since their dance was interrupted at the ball. he grabs the plate so fiercely he loses most of the cookies, curses at that too.

"I don't want to talk to you," he growls. His voice is shaking with the effort not to shout, and the shout goes into his leg instead, where he stomps at the ground. "I'm trying so hard- Blood doesn't want us to fight. I don't want to talk to you, or we'll end up fighting again."

"Well- um. That's nice of you."

It is. He who is known for shooting first and asking questions later has never actually laid a hand on her, for all his complaining. Whether that's solely on Blood's orders or because of his own affection, she had never considered before. Hopefully, it's at least partially the second reason.

She should not provoke him. She should turn away. But, losing him...

"You're the only one fighting, you know. I'm not mad at you, and I'm sorry about the ball. That's what the cookies were for."

He takes a bit of one of the remaining ones. 

"They're good, I'll give you that."

She walks a step closer, hesitantly. It's like inching up to a feral cat. You hope the food will help, but there's always a chance it won't.

"I just want us to be friends again, okay?"

"Dump him."

"Huh?"

"If you want to be friends."

"I'm not going to-"

"Then I guess there's nothing to talk about."

And he stalks away. Ugh.

8.

"Can you just drop it?" Alice snaps. This is getting to be too much, but she has too much pride to go back and ask Blood to keep her out of Elliot's way after all. The only time Elliot talks to her at all, anymore, is either to grunt in the direction of something he needs her to pass to him or to ask if she's dumped Julius yet. No, actually, she has not! What a surprise! She's tired of this, she is beyond frustrated- he is acting so stupid about it all- who does he think he is- she turns to a windowsill and slams down the papers she was carrying.

"Look. You don't have to date him!" (He recoils at the very idea.) "I have never even brought him inside the gates, I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of it."

"You're dating the clockmaker," Elliot says. His nose twitches with contempt in a way that would be adorable under different circumstances, but it is no longer safe for her to think of him as a big bunny, not when his gun is out of its holster. It's not pointed at her- not yet. But it is in his hand. "I think it's a pretty big deal."

"I don't know why you're so hung up on that!"

"I don't know why you aren't. You're not creeped out?!"

"No!"

Not anymore, anyway, but this is the wrong time and place to admit it.

"You'd think an outsider, of all people..." he grimaces. "D'you hate seeing folks resting in peace so damn much you went all the way here?"

She can feel her heart (she forgets to think at least I still have one), beating faster. She can hear it pounding in her ears (one of the very last times she will; she already hears ticking in her dreams). She feels sick, but stands her ground. Julius is a healer, a doctor, nothing so morbid as what people think.

"I don't know what you're talking about. The point is- it's not about him. I'm sick of you bothering me, okay? I want to be your friend, Elliot- shut up, let me finish, I want to be your friend and I get it, you don't like him- we don't have to talk about him- shut up, Elliot, I don't care for all your choices either but you don't see me acting like-"

It is the wrongest thing she could have possibly chosen to say. She only meant, if Julius has such a repulsive job then what about Elliot himself, his job mostly boils down to kill people, and yet she can look past it! And yet she chooses to see him as more than that! But Elliot has taken his own meaning from the words, and Alice has never seen him so angry, his mouth twisted like this- he screams, wordlessly- and then she thinks ow, and then why does it hurt, and then she sees almost as if it's happened to someone else that it's because he's grabbed her by the shoulder. His gun is pressed up against her forehead. If anyone sees, they do not intervene. She understands. If she were a passerby to this, she'd stay out of it, too. She is pressed up against his chest. It is the last time they will hug.

"My choices! Of course you'd have a fucking problem! Of COURSE!" The tip of the gun jostles against her ear, his hands are trembling, oh my god, she is going to die. Elliot can barely get words out of his mouth. "Bullshit they said about Outsiders- I believed it- Just as bad as the other two-"

"Elliot, stop it!" she shrieks. "Let go of me!"

"Stay out of what's none of your fucking business!" 

If you die in a dream, do you wake up, or do you die for real? Goodbye, Lorina, she thinks, just in case. Goodbye Edith, Dad, Dinah, goodbye friends and even goodbye Ex, goodbye magazine articles I'm supposed to finish proofreading by the end of the week and goodbye moving boxes prepared in the back of my closet where Lorina can't see. Goodbye Julius, just in case you were real after all.

Being dead isn't too interesting, not that she'd know what it's like. It's a lot like the tiled floor of the mansion, so far. This is because she is not dead, just keeled over, not pushed but simply let go of and her legs had turned to jelly. Elliot puts his gun away in his belt.

"Blood still trusts you," he says, like he just remembered it. That's the only thing between her and the bullet. "Blood wants you to live here."

She's still shaking. It was too close a call. She wants to say something, but she can't. Elliot either doesn't notice or care.

"I don't know what happened!!" explodes out of her, loud enough to hurt her own ears. Not between the two of them and certainly not between him and Julius. She's too scared, too angry, to think about what he said about the other two. She's missing a puzzle piece, maybe even several. She ran away from too much and now she will never know. "I don't know what happened between you and Julius, but-" her voice breaks, some distant part of her brain thinks she should be crying but the rest of her body disagrees. The effort makes her throat hurt.

She puts her head in her knees, and then the tears come, belated. Julius has never made her feel this scared.

"Forget it," Elliot says, stomping off. 

epilogue.

"Ohhh, yeah, Elliot and Julius..." Ace grimaces. "Ooof, sorry you had to be caught up in middle of all that! That's a can of worms."

Thank goodness for Ace. They had used to talk a lot when she'd first been taken to Wonderland, even wondered if they were headed for something more than friends, but after they'd decided not to go for it Ace had abruptly disappeared. She appreciated him giving her space at the time, even though he now tells her he just got lost on the way to the bathroom. It happens to everyone, right, he'd laughed. No? No, it really doesn't. 

But now he's suddenly here, just when she really needs someone objective to talk to and that she can, no offense to Nightmare, clearly remember talking to later in the day. Someone from a completely different territory than Hatter or Tower. At least he'll hate them both equally.

"Seriously, don't worry about it, Alice. You didn't do anything wrong, those two just aren't on good terms."

"What happened to them, anyway?"

He tilts his head.

"Oh, it's a little complicated, cause... hmmm..." he tilts his head, sizing her up. "First of all, how much do you know much about the Rules?"

"Not much at all," Alice shudders. "I can never follow along once people here start talking about Games and Rules."

"Ahahaha! Let me spare you the gory details, then! But I will say, at least in my opinion, Elliot was entirely in the wrong. Don't know what else he expected to happen...." He slaps a hand over his mouth. "Oops! Don't tell him I said that, okay? He's a nice guy, great with directions, right, he's always so patient with me! I just meant..."

"No, no, I get it."

It's a weight off her chest for the answer to be what she was kind of hoping for, which in turn makes her feel guilty. Elliot's great. She misses him, her heart aches for the time they used to spend together. But... Elliot shoots first and asks questions later. Elliot almost killed her, the first time they met, and again the last time they spoke. Elliot is clingy and stubborn and won't admit when he's wrong, and it is too easy to imagine him being the aggressor in a conflict while sincerely believing it's the other person's fault. And as long as Alice does not know for sure, then this turn of events is possible, and Julius is safe, at least in her thoughts. He deserves to have at least one supporter in this world, even just one person who believes in him.

"But forget about that, is it true you're dating Julius now?"

"That's not important." She's blushing, though.

"It's so important! Ahaha, did you tell him we kissed?"

"That was ages ago! And once!" And it was more like a goodbye. "Don't you dare tell him!"

"A knight would never gossip!" he laughs at himself, slaps his knee like he's said the funniest joke. She should not believe him, but she decides to believe him anyway.

Because if he's untrustworthy, then...

Notes:

a. [guy at party meme] she doesnt know he has a hitman who kills people if they dont want to be organ donors a1. every different adaptation/take/route/manga etc seems to have a different opinion on how secret ace's whole deal is, which i love. i love imagining the butterfly-effect-like set of unseeable circumstances and minute decisions under the water's surface that decides whether ace says "yup it's me, check out my cool mask" or lets her go on dating him without ever mentioning So I Got This Side Gig, likewise i think that when she lives at the tower but does not date Julius, she knows of ace's presence but the two of them are trying to keep the specifics quiet to not scare her, saving the tell all for julius stay + ace etc etc. a2. in the particular way i played that i'm writing based on, i visited ace at the castle up until their "friendship kiss". for MAXIMUM DRAMA, of course, which i've nodded to here (he otherwise wouldn't appear). but that, as they say, is another story for another time. a2.1. i wanted to try here a situation where Alice is purposely avoiding learning too much. Maybe this is playing up her avoidance into overdrive but i think it still falls somewhere on the line of A Way An Alice Can Be. of course, i want to think that, because i wrote it, lol. so dont take MY word for it. b. literally googling rabbit body language. they can stomp when mad! c. romeo vs juliet is a nod to the quinrose game (op here. it's, as vn ops almost always are, a banger https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1SemHTlQck) (i WISH i knew more about this game.) d. pour one out for blood, who has to watch his two besties fight. this is a situation that always sucks SO bad, and i have nothing but sympathy for him. e. "incomparable teas from around the world" is from Poison for Breakfast, and possibly even real life. f. julius' complaint with elliot being an animal is canon text and after some thought I decided to copy it here to pin it to the canon moment i wanted to write around, even though my thoughts on it boil down to "yikes, lots you could unpack but let's throw out the whole suitcase". i assume it's to create common dialogue between him finding her with boris and elliot, but it also leaves his actual quarrel with elliot entirely unadressed. g. which is why i wrote this fic. lol h. i dont know if the Completed Love reference is in the right spot and i dont feel like checking. in this world they talked about it earlier. Idk. i. 8 parts just like uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (refers to my notes) my loose headcanon for elliot's hour is 8 PM (at least currently). and there's one epilogue because UhhhhhhMMMMMM i think ace is 1PM. nailed it. j. oh god when youre up to note number J (for julius???) i think it's time to stop regardless of what else you might or might not want to add. anyway i was going to make up fake insult words for clockmakers but decided to not be YA novel cringe last moment, like SRSLY last minute you were spared. k. ummmm hope you had fun <3 L. gone back and shortened these notes before i posted, you're welcome. most of what i x'd was just reciting how the events played out in game, which tbh you can just... look at yourself lol, don't need me for it. but the particular structure of linear events+add on events somehow hits EXACTLY a good spot in my brain, endlessly explaining that well route X from Y territory doesn't feature character Z and you can't romance X from B territory is like, one of those big slidey beady things in a pediatrician's office to me. it's usually clearly segmented and fairly uncomplex while still fiddly enough to *feel* complex. aw man i just spent a paragraph explaining how much shorter i made my notes.

[timaeusterrored]

(Mmmmmm Mechanic Venus time. Thank you @vincentmatthews for putting the image into my head it won’t leave!!)

Kerry and Vax were shameless, and Kerry was 100% sure he and Johnny had both rubbed off on Vax with the way he stared at Venus over his coffee cup, drinking some tea he picked up from Misty’s shop yesterday.

Both of Kerry’s partners knew cars like the back of their hands, which was probably a good thing considering Kerry drove like a fucking maniac and needed his car tuned every now and then. But Venus really loved cars. Kerry was willing to bet he considered car his second love, or maybe he and Vax were second and cars were first.

But god sometimes Kerry forgot Venus was a nomad through and through. The city made him anxious, he begged Vax for jobs that got him back into the Badlands, he was always up before either of them were awake and ready to kickass at six am. Vax had grown up in the city and had the same odd love for it as Kerry did, and the luxury life rubbed off a bit because he slept in more often than not now and took his sweet time in the morning.

“You think he knows we’ve been watching him?” Vax asked, still shamelessly staring at Venus bent over his car.

“No, he’s on a date with his first love. We’ll be lucky if he talks to us before dinner with that level of concentration.” Kerry teased, nudging his husband. “You’ve turned shameless.”

“Not my fault we’re dating the dictionary definition of Eros. I’ve got amazing taste in men, what can I say?” Vax shrugged, Kerry rolled his eyes. When he turned back, Venus was looking back at them, smiling with a toothpick hanging out of his mouth.

This kid was going to be the death of them. And he knew it too, Venus was fully aware of the power he had over them. And Kerry wasn’t about to stand by and let him be smug about it.

Vax laughed as Kerry walked outside with a purpose. Venus was already wiping his hands off, still grinning as he was pulled closer once Kerry was close enough, sweat and oil be damned.

“One of these days you’re gonna drive us insane.” Kerry heard the footsteps his husband behind him, Venus still grinning at him.

“What if that’s what I want? To have two attractive, rich, and powerful men fawnin’ over me like I’m some pretty thing.” Venus took the toothpick out so he didn’t stab Kerry (something he’s done several times on accident) to give him a kiss.

Unlike himself and Vax, Venus didn’t smoke regularly. He’s smoke weed with the two of them and maybe steal a cigarette at a party but other than that, he didn’t regularly smoke. He tasted purely of the cinnamon toothpicks he chewed on while he worked, adding to his charm. Kerry couldn’t even smell cinnamon without thinking of Venus immediately.

Kerry wished he could’ve been warned before two gorgeous men entered his life at high speeds, he barely knew what to do with the first one and now here he was, he and Vax dating Venus together as the gods intended.

Venus groaned a bit and Kerry pulled back to look down at him. Their height differences were slight, Vax only an inch taller than he was, and Venus two inches shorter than Kerry.

“Hey boss?” Venus only ever called Vax that now to tease him and get him riled up. Kerry turned to his husband to see him leaned against the open garage door, head tilted to watch.

“Yes, Venus?” God his voice made Kerry knees weak.

“I don’t have a job today do I?” Venus already knew the answer, but liked asking to watch Vax struggle with his answer of ‘I’m your boss’ and ‘I wanna make you unable to walk the rest of the day’.

“Mmmmm not that I know of. I could probably find something-“

“You wouldn’t dare.” Venus narrowed his eyes at him, making V grin.

“You’re showering before you step foot in bed.” Vax started his walk back to the Villa, Kerry laughing as he adjusted his pants on his way in and looked back at Venus. “You heard the boss, shower first.”

Venus groaned again, but his tune changed when Kerry picked him up and carried him back inside.

[ryuzakemo128]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes Part Seven

Part one / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Dividers Used: Link

Masterlist

Eddie: I told Marianna their ears flush when they lie. Steve: Why? Eddie: Look. Eddie: Hey Marianna! Do you love us? Marianna, covering their ears: No. Steve:

*context*: Marianna only just started hanging out with Eddie and Steve.

Eddie: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place. Marianna: You people already know too much about me. Steve: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Eddie: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Marianna: We got spring water Eddie: NO. Steve: with EXTRA minerals Marianna: it's like licking a stalagmite Eddie: DON'T COME HOME. Steve: Mmmmm cave water

Eddie: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity? Marianna: *turning to Steve* How tall are you?

Eddie, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. Marianna: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? Eddie: Orange soda, please! Marianna: I'll have the strawberry soda. Steve: Me too, strawberry soda. Eddie:

Marianna: What if mayonnaise came in cans? Steve: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal. Eddie: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

Marianna, to Eddie: My life is in the hands of an idiot! Eddie, motioning to themself and Steve: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Marianna: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night. Steve: You were flirting with Eddie. Marianna: So what? He's my partner. Steve: You asked them if he was single. Marianna: Steve: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

Marianna: If Eddie and I were drowning, who would you save? Steve: You two can't swim? Eddie: It's a hypothetical question, Steve! who would you save? Steve: my time and effort.

Marianna: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper? Steve: I feel like we've all done that at least once. Eddie: I ate it too- Steve: See? Eddie::-On purpose... Marianna & Steve: ...What?

Marianna: Yo dumbass, get over here. Steve: Okay Eddie: * gleefully runs past* I'm coming! Steve, sadly: I thought...I was dumbass...

The squad is trying to con some random guy Marianna: Um, Eddie, why are you pretending I'm this guy's family? Eddie: We need money! Marianna: You're scamming him? Eddie: I was thinking more like flat- out stealing from him? Marianna: What?!No way! Eddie: Why not? We already stole Steve! Steve: Hey guys Marianna: No, we didn't. Steve can think and talk for himself, he can do whatever he wants! Steve: I wanna steal

Marianna: Look at the buns on that guy! Eddie: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns* Steve:: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! Marianna:: I'm not going back to jail!

Marianna: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there's nothing there? Eddie: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before. Marianna: Marianna: *sobs* Steve: You fucking scared her, you idiot.

Marianna: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Eddie: They do. Steve: Why did you say that with such...certainty?

Marianna: *accidentally brushes Eddie’s hand with her own* Eddie: *aggressively holds her hand* Fucking commit to it!

Marianna: Kissing can burns 26 calories in a minute, wanna work-out with me? ;) Eddie: Are saying that I'm fat? Marianna: No that's not what I meant I-

Marianna: Eddie, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Eddie: Well of course I have. Eddie: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Eddie: It's boring.

Marianna: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it. Eddie: What- how? Marianna: You’d be like 'come to bed … Mr. President' and I’d be like, 'I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.'

Marianna: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Eddie: Marianna, that's a coma. Marianna: Sounds festive.

Marianna: Eddie... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Eddie: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Marianna: Marianna: I wrote sanitize, Eddie.

Marianna: I don’t do relationships. Eddie: *exists* Marianna: Shit.

Marianna: Change is inedible. Eddie: Don't you mean inevitable? Marianna, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Marianna: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Eddie: You need to stop.

Marianna: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment! Eddie: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

Eddie: I went through an entire character arc during quarantine Eddie: I became more evil if you’re curious Marianna: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Eddie: I'm going to get worse on purpose

Eddie, tending to Marianna's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Marianna: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Eddie: Someone will die. Marianna: Of fun!

[murumokirby360]

My Sonic Gear Quatro 2 USB Speakers Review (w/ my paper dolls) - Full [Dec 15th, 2022]

Hi! Here’s my (final) item review this December (2022), and just like in November, I decided to make a full review in one sitting post for the second time.🪑🙂

So, this is my full review of the Sonic Gear Quatro 2 USB Speakers (featuring my Paper Dolls).🖥️🔊🙂

BTW: If you haven’t watch my revealing parcel for this particular item, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let’s get started:

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• So, here's the box itself. Looks very promising, and the blue background is taking cues from the Logitech boxes. I mean, try to type "Logitech blue box" on Google search & compare it to the box that you've shown it above. I think my paper dolls agrees. 📦🙂

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• Out of the box are the main item & a Guarantee Card / User Manual written in the Indonesian language. 📤🔊📄 Mmmmm, I don't think I won't be filling out this thing. 🤔 Anyway, the speaker channels are wrapped in plastic, so why not unwrap them right away.

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• That's better! My paper dolls said, "they look gorgeous!". Yup, can't wait to hear their sound quality. 😃 But, let's dive through their details & comparisons before we proceeded to the sound test. 🙂

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• From left to right, you can see the volume rocker, a 3.5mm aux jack, and a normal USB type A (2.0A).

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• Alright, comparison time with my old Genius SP-U115 USB speakers. You've already seen it during my review, right? Heck, I even used it as my paper dolls' stand to see it through. But, I digress. Anyways, when it comes to design, they're completely different; from side to side, and even their bottom feet. In terms of height, they're both 4 inches using my ruler measurement 📏, with the Genius speaker being a bit taller than the Sonic Gear speaker. My paper dolls said, that they'll gonna missed, my old speaker. Don't worry, my old speaker will always stay in our home when everyone is more needed than I am. 😊

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• Now, let's talk about some features of the Sonic Gear Quatro 2. These speakers feature a quad bass effect on each channel to deliver a deep, boom & powerful bass when I tune on the music. Sounds quite promising here. Plus, there's a volume rocker which you've already seen it, considering an audio standard. And finally, a moldy brush aluminum finish for their unique stylish. Yeah, well, technically it's made out of hard plastic that mimics a metal material. But, mind you, it looks pretty well presented. 👌

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• Their plastic wiring is solid & not thin, with the total length of 1.5 mm long. And you may wondering what's on the written behind the volume rocker? It says, "SONICGEAR - An original design by sonicgear lab, Singapore. Protected by international copyright law. Sonicgear is a trademark of sonicgear lab PTE. Ltd. Singapore." Yeah, ummm... That's something, to be honest. 🤔

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• Alright, now that we're down the details, let's get this thing started! And my paper dolls are excited to hear. 😁🖥️🔊

My Recorded video 🎦📲: ↑ (Pls watch my video):

• Alright, now that my old speaker is finally out of my PC's audio port, my new PC speaker is all set up & ready to play some tunes! Unfortunately, I can't play any music in public due to 🛑copyright issues⚠️. Instead, I bang the volume adjuster sound as my sound test tool. But, don't worry, I'll share my experience of using the Sonicgear Quatro 2.

• Now, I played it for a couple of hours, and I have to say... The sound quality is "Average". Sure it's balanced, and sometimes a bit of crisp, but also muddy when I listen to bass-related music. And that quad bass thing is a mixed bag to some, including myself. But, given that this is a budget speaker, I guess I might hard to accept. After all, I get what I paid for. So yeah, bottom line, the sound quality is "Average" (if not great), plus I could hear the voice (decently) & the separation is A-Okay. 👌 Uh yeah, I forgot. Did I mention, that there's a little lighting on the volume rocker & also behind indicating that it's turn on? Yup, that's quite interesting.

Overall & price tag:

• The Quatro 2 from Sonicgear is quite alright. All the important ones are present, however, the bass (including the so-called "quad bass") could be used a little tuning, or maybe a different quality of bass drive for good results. But, that's just my opinion (so, I digress). Regardless, the Sonicgear Quatro 2 is a pretty decent speaker that will be suited for any computer lovers/users (especially gamers) 🙂👌🖥️🔊, except for bass enthusiasts. You're better off browsing a good bass speaker, elsewhere. 😕

• As for the price tag of Sonicgear Quatro 2, It costs ₱377.00 🏷️💵($ 6.77 US) with discounted price from Lazada PH 🇵🇭🛒🌐, and I purchased it back in Dec. 21st, 2020. Unfortunately, it is no longer available from the online seller, but, you could still find it somewhere (e.g. Amazon, Aliexpress, etc.). But, is it worth it? Well, for me,(like I said) I get what I paid for. And I could revert to my old speaker if I want a true quality sound. 🤷

Well, that's the end of my 2022 review! I'll see you in 2023.

And you haven’t seen my previous topic, then I’ll provide some links down below. ↓😉

My Rechargeable Light Tube:

• Revealing Parcel [Nov 7th, 2022]

• Full Review [Nov 15th, 2022]

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