#OH HEY I DREW THESE ICONS JUST NOW JUST FOR THIS

[starboye]

starring: ghostface!drew starkey x male reader

request: ghostface/drew starkey x bubble butt fem boy twink: he calls you and he does the iconic ghostface quote but he notices you’re wearing some really tight boxers and knee high socks so he breaks in you do the chase thing, you tried crawling through the doggy door but you get stuck and he rips open your boxes and eats your ass and then fucks you like a slut, then he helps you get out and fucks you all around your house( you wake up to note saying he’ll be back and stuff like that

warnings: smut, cursing, mention of blood, knife, ass eating, dub-con to consensual, breeding kink, stomach bulge, daddy kink, slight degradation, yandere action from drew, threats, stalking

it was supposed to be a normal night, with you finally all alone in your house in some nice underwear and cute socks chilling the night away with movies and snacks, that was until you got a call from some unknown number and picked up the phone "hello" you cheerily answered but the only thing you could hear from the other side was heavy breaths.

you hung up the phone after the person didn't answer and was about to go back too enjoying your movie till you got another call from the same number, this time answering it with a little more aggression "look here i don't know if this is some sick prank but stop calling" you angrily say before hanging up, but the number calls back again.

you were going to ignore it but the rings were driving you insane so you picked up the phone and just when you were about to scream at the person they spoke "what's your favorite horror movie" the man asks in a friendly but eery tone "what" you asked confused by his random question.

"what is your favorite horror film" he asks again, this time in a more flirtatious tone "and why do you wanna know" you inquire now slightly twirling the cord of the telephone around your finger "i dunno just curious i guess" he says and you fail to notice him outside your kitchen window, lightly running his blade over the glass.

"well i guess mine is scream" you chuckle "wow really that's so cliche" the man says and you could hear the smirk on his face "hey don't judge me" you say "i won't i just didn't expect that from someone as flattering as yourself y/n" he laughs making you freeze in your place "h-how do you know my name" you nervously ask looking around your house frantically.

"oh i know everything about you y/n l/n, from where you work, what you do, and even where you live" he eerily says before hanging up the call and banging on your door feircely "come on y/n let me innn" the man yells in a creepy sing songy voice making you panic even more, and fear sets in as he finally breaks the door down.

it creaking open to a man in a ghostface mask with a knife in hand "come to daddy" the man taunts starting a chase around the house, you trying to dodge him by jumping around through the kitchen and living room, smashing a vase across his face in hopes of slowing him down till you saw an exit, the doggy door.

you hurriedly rush towards the doggy door and slide through at first but you lower half gets stuck behind the door as the man recovers and sees you, all stuck with no way out from his coming attack "well what happend here" he teases running the cold metal across the thigh of your leg making you shiver with fear "don't worry prince i'm not gonna hurt you i'm gonna make you feel so good" the man smiles.

"who the fuck are you" you ask "ghostface but you can call me drew" he says taking off the mask to reveal his very attractive face "well mr.drew could you help me i'm really stuck" you say swaying your ass back and forth to lure him in, his hands planting on your ass and you could feel his breath graze your covered ass and just then you kicked his face with your leg.

"son of a bitch" he curses loudly wincing at the pain now in his lip,you try to wiggle out and you almost manage it but drew roughly pulls you back getting you stuck again in the small door way "and just when i was thinking of maybe letting you go too" he says ripping your underwear off leaving your ass out for him and he wastes no time and dives into your ass, licking and lapping at your hole.

his hands kneading your ass like dough and his teeth nipping at the skin of your smooth ass, you whimper out as you struggle to stay focused on how to get out of this situation "shit you taste so fucking good" drew huffs lifting from his assault on your ass before pulling you back into the house making you yelp out, he turns you over on your back and forces you to look at him.

"listen here, i'm gonna fuck you now and if you try to run ima tie you up instead m'kay" he asks, the knife blade at your neck drawing some blood "yes sir" you say scared shitless at this point, he picks you up and sets you on the table, letting his hard on fall out and slap your hole, you whimper at just the feel and sight of the scary man spitting into his hand to lube you both up.

he slides in with some resistance from you but once his hips begin thrusting into you, you become a moaning mess on his cock as the thrust of him jolt your backward on the table but he holds you close by gripping your hips, seeing you very uncomfortable on the table he moves you to the living room floor.

laying you down and resuming his assault on your tight hole, covering your mouth as to not alert the neighbors of this "fuckkk you feel so good, don't i fell so big in you baby" drew asks looking at you with lust fueled eyes, his hips snapping into your ass making it nearly impossible to answer the question with anything other than incoherent babbles.

"look at you already making a mess on daddys cock" drew smirks cockily seeing your messy hole create a cream ring around the base of his dick before you cum with a loud moan, your nails digging into his back leaving scratches through his clothes "such a good botch for me" drew mutters lifting you up onto the couch and fucking you on his cock as the tv plays none other than scream.

"look at that it's your favorite movie right" drew asks directing your clouded attention to the tv which you could barely understand from the dick that was currently stuffing you full "don't blink or you could miss the best part" drew says with a grin as your head rocked back and forth not even paying attention "you just want daddy to fill you up huh, full of all my cum right" he says nuzzling into your neck.

"fuc- yesss daddy i want your cum so... so bad please breed me" you breathlessly huff running your fingers through his hair and gripping them, creating a sting in the mans scalp but he liked it "yeah gonna have you walking around here dripping with all my jizz" drew groans as he feels his climax brewing in him.

"please please mr ghostface i want it so bad" you moan out gripping his hair tighter till he came in you, painting your walls white and spreading your walls even further till you got a little bulge in your stomach from the inflation of his thick cum, him groaning deeply in your ear as he fucks you on his dick, you could feel his cum swirl around in you.

but after that you remember dropping onto the couch unconscious, drew having had left in this ruined state, when you woke up the next morning you thought it was all a dream, till you felt the aching pain in your ass and felt the cum dripping out of you and found a note on the table next to the ghostface mask he wore "i'll be back tonight, leave the back door unlocked and wear something slutty for me" it said.

you knew it wasn't the best idea to fuck someone like him but with the way he had you dumb cock drunk in seconds last night you couldn't resist and went out and bought some nice lingerie for them man and waited ass up for the secret man to arrive, hearing the back door open and shut was all you needed to hear for the heat in you to start rising again.

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[ren-is-real]

Inanimate Insanity dash simulator (pre ep 16) (i will do more of this if this goes well probably)

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does anyone ever get so tired they start seeing spiders lol

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me when i lay down and hallucinate the horrors lmfao

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what

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Oh so this is not a safe place suddenly

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as an unbiased outsider im cheering for them both ^^ im so excited for the finale!!!!!!!!!!!

#idk what i'll do when this ends tbh #like damn. #we'll cross that bridge when we get to it!!

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any couple can be gay if they are bisexual and their genders are weird enough

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why did you post this directly after talking to me and test tube

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lightbulb why did y

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when you want to ask someone about something but the trek is IMPOSSIBLE and you will DIE (hes downstairs setting up a party im just scared)

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i am not giving you the aux to play green day at the party

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:(

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ok. two songs

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when a fake girl tryna act like me but im the only one there is

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REAL!!!!!

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who are you.

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hey didnt you die. or something

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hey anyone know where pickle is haha. anyone know his room number or amything lol like it would justs be fun to know,,, hagaha,,,, yeagh

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imagine using a run down website that hasnt been relevant in YEARS. you all need to get off and go touch some grass or something jfc

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you're literally using it?

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kill yourself

#you used to be cool man

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i drew some vent art about old stuff.. im better now!! im just letting off some steam haha

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this is so cringe

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you're cringe.

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trophy just ran to the bathroom sobbing

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greetings tumbler! i an steve cobs, C.E.O of the meeple company. i am looking to get in contact with a mephone! specifically mephone 4. (model 4s) any help is greatly appreciated!

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go back to twitter vro 💀

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trying a healthier outlook on life!! i'll tell yall how it goes!!

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failed

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i miss egg :( i wonder where the other one the aliens mentioned went. i hope it found a parent that loves it as much as i loved egg. i mean i wasnt the best parent but uh you get what i mean

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???????

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??????????what??????????

#why is steve cobs on tumblr get off

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i need a boyfriend except he's not a boyfriend and is just some weird british guy i drag around with me everywhere

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diversity win!! corrupt capitalist CEO of multimillion dollar company steve cobs is bisexual!

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who informed you of this.

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I WAS??? JOKING??????

#GUYS??? #STEVE COBS GAY ICON??? #HOLY SHIT #IM SCREAMING ITS HIS OFFICIAL ACCOUNT ITS NOT A GIMMIC #meeple

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as a member of the lgbt we do not accept steve cobs

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even when he changes the meeple logo to a rainbow during pride month we dont accept him

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just to clarify yang posted this not me -yin

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steve cobs being bi and accidentally admitting to it on tumblr was not on my 2024 bingo card ???????

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you'll be first.

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what

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[hvseung]

favourite (l.hs)

pairings: dealer!heeseung x f!reader

genre: smut

warnings: explicit smut, profanity, nipple play, fingering (?), unprotected sex🥸, minors DNI !

wc: 2.0k

🎵now playing: high for this by the weeknd

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heeseung: “yo, im outside.”

The quick bzzt pulled your mind out of your study-filled daze. He was here. You quickly throw on your slippers and a jacket, not having the energy nor time to change out of your pyjamas, before locking your front door and making your way to his car.

Heeseung parked right outside your apartment complex. Usually, he wouldn’t make late night house calls, especially when the call was at 12am, but for you; he would do it without a second thought.

He would watch from his rear-view mirror as you drew near to the sleek car, so he leans over to the passenger side and rolls the window down. You eye’d his attire as you approach; tight black tee, cargo pants and his deep red hair styled in his iconic mullet.

“Hey, pretty.”

“What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Can’t I compliment my favourite customer?” he teases, a cheeky grin across his face as he glances you up and down. “What ya need?”

“Just the usual.” You stuff your hands in your pockets, shielding your blushing knuckles from the biting air. He hums.

“Get in whilst I sort it, you're freezing.” He leans over once again, this time to unlock the passenger door - an invitation.

“Heeseung, its late.”

“And it’s cold.” He had a point. “Come on, we can smoke together.” He adds, his voice softer as he pats the empty seat.

Heeseungs grin grows ever so slightly as you open the car door and slide yourself inside. He watches your every move – even down to the small shiver that accompanies your adjustment to the sudden change in temperature. “Better?”

You nod.

He reaches into his centre console and pulls out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter. “Good. Can’t have a pretty girl like you catching a cold, can we?”

He began lighting the joint between his lips. He enjoyed your company, he always did. That’s why you’re his favourite… and the only person he was willing to drive this late to see. He takes a drag, leaning back and exhaling the thick smoke. He passes the joint to you after a moment, his eyes ever leaving yours as you take it with a soft smile.

His eyes flicker downwards, watching intently as your lips rap around the end of the joint. The only light in the car comes from outside, the dim streetlamps illuminating your face perfectly. Heeseung would never admit it, but it was one of his favourite sights. He couldn’t explain it, but it was oddly alluring.

He takes the spent joint from your fingers, throwing the butt out the window. He sees the way you’ve relaxed, your shoulder no longer tense and your eye half-lidded. His senses were dulled, and in moments like this theres only ever one thing on his mind:

You.

Without saying a word, Heeseungs hand makes it way to your thigh. Ht trails his thumb along the exposed flesh just under the hem of your shorts. “You’re pretty.”

You sigh. You hate when he does this; flirts with you. And you hate that you like it even more. “What did I tell you? Just because we kissed one time does not mean you can shamelessly flirt with me all he time. It wont work.”

“You kissed me.” He corrected with an all-knowing smirk, this thumb running over your thigh again.

“Wha- I did not!”

“Are you forgetting? Because I remember it clearly.” He chuckles, remembering how you had shown up to his apartment, drunkly stumbling on your words and the way your hands held his shirt as your lips moved against his. He leaned in slightly, his hand slowly trailing up closer to your waist. “Don’t act all though, I know you like me.”

You scoff loudly. “Oh please-“ but deep down you panicked a little. Were you really that obvious?

“Pretty girls like you don’t kiss people they don’t like,” His tone was almost sarcastic, unable to resist the urge to tease you just a little more. “but yet you kissed me.”

“Drunk thoughts are sober thoughts.”

Oh, you had been blatantly obvious. You mentally curse yourself, your prayers of him forgetting that night having been futile. “Fine, I like you.”

“There you go. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” His smile grew into a proud smirk, the one you tried your absolute hardest to hide the fact you loved. He seems awfully pleased with the outcome, having already known for quite some time. But he wanted to hear it from your mouth. “You like me. I like you. Now what pretty girl?” ──────────────────────

He has you practically pinned underneath him as you splay across the backseat, his lips moving against yours. His hands wander your body as one of his knees moves to spread your legs slightly, slotting it between. He has never been so eager to kiss someone before, to feel the way their lips met his. He moves your chin slightly, allowing him to kiss you better. His other hand wraps around your back, pulling you flush against him.

As he began to pull away, his thumb trails over your bottom lip. “I was wondering when I would be able to get you like this.”

Heeseung leant down, kissing the corner of your lips before trailing kisses across your jawline. His teeth sink into the skin where your neck meets your jaw. You moaned softly as he began sucking on the flesh, his mouth curling upwards into a smile. His lips travel across my neck before pulling away. He slides his hands under the hem of your pyjama top – his hands warm against your skin. He lifts the fabric over your head, revealing your bare chest.

He bites his lip before ducking his head, his mouth attaching with your perky nipple. Your back arches slightly at the sudden contact, his lips and teeth working against his sensitive bud.

His tongue flattens as he swirls it around in circular motions, looking up at you. A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, the feeling of you against him enough for the tent in his pants. His free hand lifts to play with your other breast, tugging and rolling your nipple.

You whine loudly as he harshly sucks your boob into his mouth, your thighs twitching as you feel your first orgasm approaching. You really were pathetic. “S-Seung ah-“

Just the way you moaned his name had his hooked. All that could be heard now was Heeseungs wet mouth and your heavy breathing. “Already, baby?” A muffled moan slips from his still occupied mouth. “I haven't even properly touched you yet…”

You whine as his fingers slips into your shorts, pushing them down. He felt how wet you already were, all just from a bit of nipple play. “Look at me.”

Your gaze meets his, bottom lip smug between your teeth. His fingers slowly start rubbing against the damp fabric, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. “God, if I knew you'd be like this, I would have done this sooner.”

“Mmm cumming.”

“Yeah, be good for me.”

He groans softly as his fingers suddenly get wet when you cum. He loves seeing every aspect of you as you do; the way you moaned, your eyes lidded and your pretty mouth mumbling his name. He would give anything just to see you like that again. He soon pulls his fingers away, lifting them to his mouth and sucking the glistening digits.

“Get up.” He murmurs as he sits down on the middle seat. As soon your sat up, he tugs you onto his lap, immediately smashing his lips against yours again He groans into your mouth, his lips pressing against yours over and over again as his hands trailed up and down your back. His lifts his hips, the prominent bulge in his pants nudging against your clit.

“Your so hard…”

“I've been hard ever since you stepped in the car.” His hips buck up just slightly as he tried to gain some sort of friction. You couldn't help but instinctively pushing your hips downwards to meet his movement.

“Do you want me to just take you right here?" He whispered into your ear.

You nod. “Please.”

He quickly shoves his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, too impatient to hold back for any longer. He groaned, lifting his hips even more so you could feel how hard he was for you. “I want you to ride me… show me how much you want me.”

Sinking down on him was an immediate reaction, your teeth clamped against your lip. He groaned, his head falling backwards against the seat and his hands gripping you tighter as you moved on him. You were warm and tight around him, causing his head to spin.

“Come on baby.” He whines, his hand pushing his hips on yours, begging for movement. Your head tips back as he thrusts up into you, taking a moment to slip his arms under you. He sits you up a little, pulling you closer and crashing his lips against yours. He kisses you hard, his tongue slipping inside to find yours, licking into your mouth as he tasted and savoured you.

You moan against his lips, pushing down on his hips to meet his thrusts. You kiss him in a hungry manner, cupping his neck. He groaned into your mouth, his body aching to feel your touch. He met your movements, rolling his hips under you with each thrust. Its as if his hands had a mind of their own as they grasp your hair, tilting your head backwards so that he could kiss you ever deeper.

“Baby-“ He whimpers when you speed up, your ass smacking against his bent legs. It was honestly crude, but you were both too far in to back out now.

“Fuck Seung don't stop!” You cry, holding onto the car roof to push yourself down on him even harder.

“Oh f-fuck!” He was getting louder too, his mouth moving to kiss your neck, sucking in the skin right on your pulse point. Your walls clamp down on him. “Are you close baby?”

“So close!”

“You know what I’m thinking?” He murmurs in your ear, his breath sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

“What?” You squeak

“I'm thinking how pretty you'll look taking me somewhere where I can stretch you out properly without this seatbelt in the way" He bites his lip as he holds you close to him, leaving a trail of soft love bites on your skin.

As soon as he says that the coil in your stomach snaps. “Oh my god!”

You cry out loudly as a sudden burst of liquid soaks Heeseungs thighs and drips down to his carseat. The feeling only makes his restraint snap, waves of pleasure crashing down on him with a brick. He gasps, his head falling back as he moans.

He held you close as he fills you up, his chest heaving against yours as he tried to catch his breath and come down from his high.

“God…” He pants, his hands trailing down your back as he gently soothed the skin of your waist. His lips find yours again, his kiss slow and sensual, taking his time to fully enjoy your mouth.

"My pretty baby..." He whispers against your lips, his hands slowly caressing up and down your body and enjoying how soft your skin was to his touch. His breath shudders as he slowly grinds against you, easing both of your intense highs. His kisses becoming less sloppy and more passionate as his tongue caressed yours. He still couldn't keep his hands off you, his fingers trailing down so caress your hips, his tongue slowing down in your mouth. He traces the shape of your face with his thumb before reluctantly pulling away.

“I was hoping you’ll let me take you out for a date.”

That was sudden.

“Really?” You tilt your head.

“Mhm. Would you? Let me take you on a real date?” He tilts his head too in the opposite direction, subconsciously mimicking you.

“Yeah… definitely.”

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@ hvseung, 2024. do not repost or reuse in anyway. thankyou :)

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[thenyandrawsnstuff]

day 14 - who/what inspired your OC?

this might as well be drawing over memes: part two because I have no idea what else I could of drawn lol, anyways here’s the big wall of text:

It’s funny going back to when Bombyx was first made and seeing how they changed

so how were they made?

Uh well you see they just… came into existence I drew the first image in a discord call as a random slugcat oc

and things kind of built around from there lol

it’s funny seeing that they weren’t originally meant to be an absolute sassy icon

oh, and they were meant as a sort of sona but Yeahh no that got lost eventually

oh, and they got stolen a couple times???? Like one time the old arena icon was used as a pfp randomly and then they also got yeeted in a rp and I had no idea until I was told by the person LOL (there was no hard feelings though dw) i never really looked back on that but it’s really funny actually like wow i was good enough artist for people to want to yoink my characters??? And use my art?? I see it as very flattering NFKNFSKSN

oh yeah the inspo part, uhhh I just went “hehehe I like moths so I should make a scug based off one!” And that’s as deep as it goes in all honestly

I already said this part but their design wasn’t originally based on a specific kind of moth but one day i was like “fuck it, they’re a rosy maple moth slug now” and yeah that’s what Inspired their winged design at least

I’ve had people compare them to eevee from Pokémon before but honestly I don’t know if it was just pure coincidence or a subconscious thing??? I mean truthfully, it’s probably the latter but hey I guess that counts as inspiration then?

oh and a last thing? Their iterator-phobia was definitely a thing that was included early on in the making of them and I was inspired by the thought “hey why are all the slugcat/iterator dynamic always generally positive” yeah in short, I’m a chaotic being that HATES wholesome dynamics! THEY NEED TO BE ABUSIVE AND TERRIBLE AND- ok im joking obviously but since the idea of a negative dynamic between a slugcat and iterator had been something I’ve never seen done before until that point, i capitalised on it! Because of course i did and oh yeah that’s how FS came into the picture?? We’re getting all the creation backstories today

Anyways I’m happy I included that idea because I love seeing my OCs S U F F E R, or because I thought it was an idea unique at the time? Yeah that works too ig smh

[accirax]

Have you seen the 1st two double greetings that are out already?? 👀

Kai & Yul

Ally & Hunter

Still waiting patiently for more, though I know they'll take longer since these cost $180 apparently? And not everybody has that kind of cash.. 😅

But when they do, I'm really hoping to see more fans think outside the box and take to the chance to give us more pairings of characters from seasons 1 & 2 who've never even met! And I don't just mean within All-Stars either. I wanna see Aiden & Dan, Maggy & Drew, Gabby & Karol, Ashley & Rosa, Fiore & Lake, Ally & Dan, Connor & Lill, Alec with Tess, Rosa or Lake- Just- give us something new! Make fans' dreams of seeing their rarepair friendships (or romance ships) come true! Even if only for less than a minute.

gonna combine two of your greeting asks here!

this is a hilarious screenshot to have out of context, ngl.

same with the intro to the greeting-- iconic. i'm glad that Kai is as done with Yul as ever. on one hand, if Kai is living in the woods, i don't know why he needs to tie himself to human conceptions of wealth and status. on the other hand, if he has no job, i could see grabbing a quick buck with which to pick up food or supplies could be very handy.

imagine if these two were on the Cyan team instead of... Tom and Aiden, I guess (as the only two guys on that team). that would be so chaotic. i imagine Kai and Gabby would get along well, while Ellie would absolutely kick Yul's ass. Ellie not making merge robbed us of that.

i can see why they'd make a popular streaming channel, because this clip was cute as hell. i like how quickly they trade (joking) insults with each other. they're always on the same page, no matter how quickly the topic of conversation changes.

kind of confusing that Ally didn't already have sponsors, though...? at least she has her onlyfans ;) (/j) (of course it was ally's onlyfans that requested this greeting lmao)

honestly, having a sort of "speed dating" (not literally) kind of show with most of/all of the contestants would make a really interesting miniseries. i don't know how it would happen, but if ONC made episodes that were basically just like eight of these double greetings back to back (maybe with a bit of plot interconnecting them), i'm sure fans would eat it up.

it would also be really interesting to combine contestants with hosts. like, what would even happen if you got Trevor and Grett in a greeting with just each other...?

Forgot about this Grett greeting. "Do you know how boring those early episodes would've been if I *wasn't* slaying the competition?? I'm still proud of taking out Drew early on~ 😏" Understandable but still Fuck You Grett! 😤

Grett is such a fun villain character. i love how she does fully step up to the plate as a role, so she's not as serious about being mean as someone like Riya or Yul. plus, if she hadn't stepped up to stop the men's alliance, Miriam probably would have been eliminated, and then who knows who would have won?

(of course, i guess there are decent odds it could have been Alec. uh oh, now i've given you another reason to be mad at Grett /j)

Drew is a cutie, though, so i understand your want for revenge.

Here's a Will greeting from the same user - Hey it finally came full circle! First it was Ashley with a Will plushie, now Will with an Ashley plushie~ ^_^

moving in immediately with someone you just met on a reality show is craaaaaaaaazy. although, they're clearly very happy with each other, so if they were able to tell that they're just soulmates, then good for them!

the Ashley plushie is very cute. i wonder how much ONC would make if they did sell plushies of their characters. couldn't cost more than buying a greeting, right?

[metalleafy]

TPOT 13 thoughts (spoilers of course)

This was a very well-done one!

It starts with Firey and Leafy. I mean I love Leafy to pieces and I CAN get into Fireafy but it's feeling overexposed lately with BFDIA 13 and now in a season they aren't even in. I want to see more of Leafy without Firey. Speaking of which One takes her and leaves us hanging. It seems like when there are Fireafy interactions it is Leafy that falls behind. In fact I'd say Leafy is better off with One than Firey! I do like the 5b music (Evil Leafy?)

What's up with the Robot Flower figure? Hey they're using a Stapy for posters :) This windstorm is worse than BFDI 5. I like the Two-shaped key. I forgot how much I disliked Four's voice. Stapy saying aww seriously was darling. X is nice. I voted for Liy so it's nice to see her join but I would prefer a BraceLiy debut to PENCIL who is in BFDIA!

Two is so unserious for having them pick teams based on names instead of membership. Ouch for Pencil! Liy was right to choose BAGGED over people she doesn't like! Golf Ball's concern for fairness always gets me. Two crying over feeling rejected... poor them.

TV using BFDI 15 Announcer saying Hello as his greeting made me wistful. Pencil being dependent and Pillow ripping Donut? So messy. TB saying "missing three" made me think Three would walk in. Pillow being safe is good because I VTS'd her. Liy got the Two-shaped key!!! Ouch for Barf Bag :( I hope she gets more BFDIA face time.

Basketball being safe is good because I VTS'd her. I would rather Donut be barfed on to be remembered. I love how TV celebrates being safe; he is moving way up in the rankings with these clips. ROBOTY??? Two in Bottle is adorable, and I prefer Bottle being safe to Needle because Needle is in BFDIA. But I liked Peneedle!

NOT THE FISH MONSTER!!! And Four and X just fluffing off to some beach (with 9shades) sent me. Oh there's the Seinfeld bassline as heard in 5c. I want to see how One plays with Needle and Barf Bag! I like the different angles of Liy being seen. THE GOIKY DRAGONS??? AND DIFFERENT TYPES OF FISH MONSTER?

The challenge is to stop One's creatures. Why is TWO on the THIRD floor? Two snoring in 2's instead of Z's is so cute. And a sleeping pillow aww. Pencil is so unhinged here and she wants to start a cross-team alliance! GB and Donut being destabilized without Barfy is interesting.

I love that TB speaks for TV's powerpoint slides. Pen and bottle eating popcorn aww. AND THE DAVID WILL BE DEAD! I kind of like Snowball using Icy to freeze the monsters out. And Booktaggy fighting them looks really cool. I think RF has a point killing those bugs, and her messing with her teammates is darling.

Eraser turning the fish monsters against each other reminds me of something but I can't remember it. YF going Scribblenauts for CloudYAY and I love it. LIY WITH THE TWO KEY!!! I thought that shot of the inanimate bottle would lead to something like II2 but no, Bottle just did something only a Bottle can do!! Yay for object specific tasks!

We get to see some recommenbies. GB calls Donut a first boot and I kind of like the theme of him never living it down. It was a SETUP! The other two were CoinPin! INCOME TAX RETURN DOCUMENT MENTIONED!!! I love TV getting wheels to distract David.

Finally the two robots interact! Liy using her previous pact membership to curry favor is so iconic. Pixel TB <3 PILLOW WITH THE FLAMETHROWER!!! Even dragons can do the dodging pattern lol. I chose to interpret the "private moment" line as Book thinking Gaty and RF were kissing.

RF stabbing Gaty with Pin was awesome! And the view from her cracked screen was one of those moments. She uses her petals as fan blades! The bacon and egg face was adorable and so is marker eating foam. RF DREW HERSELF A HAPPY FACE??? AND SHE MOVES INSTANTANEOUSLY LIKE EL??? She just killed battery D: Fanny taking down RF...

ONE IS SO UNHINGED XD and Book with the little gamecube was great. TAGGY PEW PEW! Basketball signs with a footprint lol. Basketbot... aww... Due to my strong beliefs about bodily autonomy I think Basketball changing RF would have been okay if she just used the BFB Flower.

I like how GB now seems to want TB to save her. eepy david :3 Pencil is so spiteful so now Taggy and Book are at risk of leaving despite their awesomeness. I liked the shot of the dragon on the David though. Fanny grinding up bugs in her fan and Basketball being bounced around are more fun object reminders. And the recovery centers talking using their screens are always cute!

NOT THE CLUMSY TENNIS BALL!!! BH still rules for stopping the storm instead of winning. And I kind of hate that we didn't get a Leafy appearance with One so we'll have to live with this torment fo a while.

[conventionalwisdomcomic]

Gunbuster Comics Preview (more on Patreon)

Clearly, THIS is the best way to motivate people to give me money on Patreon: needlessly start arguments with passionate fanbases!

No, but seriously: I decided to do a few bonus comics for Patreon and went with Gunbuster. Hey, it's just a six part anime, so that's not a huge workload, right? Yeah, it turns out I drew SIXTEEN MORE PAGES after this one. Clearly, Gunbuster is an anime that motivates me to say things. Things that you could be reading RIGHT NOW if you became a patron!

...and speaking of which, becoming a patron would ALSO allow you to vote on what the next regular Weekly Anime Comic from me will be!

(Oh, and before somebody feels the need to comment on it, of COURSE Evangelion is a million times more influential and iconic than Gunbuster, I'm not THAT much of an idiot.)

Conventional Wisdom / Patreon

[emberleesblog]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Week 2 baby!!

I've got a big Amphibia story I'm currently formatting into some coherent, and wanted to share a lil snippet with you that'll appear further down the line :)

Enjoy!

Whatever she was about to say was halted by the sudden vibrating coming from her bag. Confused, Sasha set aside her drink with a murmured apology, trying to fight down an anxious blush as she began to dig around for the offending object, praying it wasn't another vibrator one of the girls had slipped into her purse as a gag. Thankfully, the glow of her phone shone amongst the junk piled around it, demanding to be acknowledged.

"It's all good. Or should I be worried that this is your way of escaping such a horrible date?" Bethany teased, chuckling as her blush grew rosier.

"N-no! Really! Tonight has been....eventful but I have enjoyed it!" Sasha stammered, nearly knocking over her drink as she tried desperately to catch a hold of her dancing phone, "and it's probably something to do with my job anyway, not my emergency- oh it is her."

Much to her surprise, Anne's happy face was lighting up her screen, the little video icon flashing obnoxiously. Dumbfounded Sasha could only stare at it. Why was she calling? She knew she was on a date tonight, right? Or did she forget to tell her? Was she okay? Was Marcy okay? Should she answer?

"You gonna get that?" Bethany asked, chewing on the end of her straw as she watched Sasha hesitate.

In another life time, maybe she would have, but tonight Sasha was being more present to those around her and learning from her mistakes.

"No," she said as she declined the call, setting the phone down on the table, "whatever she wants to talk about can wait. Now you were saying something about the mining industry?"

It seemed like she had made the right choice. For the rest of the dinner, Bethany was more open and calmer, and Sasha found herself having an in-depth conversation with her about coral reefs and their importance without the need to feel defensive, a first since Marcy had opened her eyes to the subject during high school. It was rare that she met someone who liked to infodump as much as her best friend did really, and not bore her to tears. It helped that there was a certain light in her eyes that drew Sasha in, and her smile was nearly the perfect blend of flirtatious and challenging that set her blood boiling.

But it couldn't rival Marcy's.

Memories of that little impish smirk filtered across her brain unwantws as Bethany talked, dragging her away from their date and to a time when she and Marcy had snuck out of Boonchuy family dinner to share a joint. It was one of their guilty pleasures, brought out by social anxiety and alcohol, and they'd bond over shared illusions that made Amphibia seem like a pipe dream.

Snow was just beginning to fall, and they were hastily passing the joint between each other, giggling madly at how clumsy their freezing fingers were and that they could be caught at any minute by a furious Anne.

"Hey, hey, wanna do something stupid?"

Let me know what you think :) see you next week with another WIP

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 28: A New Thread in the Pattern

If I were one of those Net Troll Aiel, you'd never see my spoilers coming unless I wanted you to. Perhaps I am one and do want that, or maybe I'm an incompetent, but either way. There are spoilers for the whole Wheel of Time series under the cut.

Perrin watched the mountains of Kinslayer’s Dagger uncomfortably as he rode.

Hey, Perrin's back! And we've got a wolf icon. Because it's a Perrin chapter! It's not complicated.

The wolves said there were people in the mountains. Perrin wondered if they were some of Fain’s Darkfriends.

Not everyone is a Darkfriend, Perrin. You of all three boys have least reason to be this universally paranoid since you didn't actually run into any Darkfriends on your journey except maybe a couple of the Children.

Mat, his bow slung across his back, rode with seeming unconcern, juggling three colored balls, yet he looked paler than he had. Verin examined him two and three times a day now, frowning, and Perrin was sure she had even tried Healing at least once, but it made no difference Perrin could see.

Verin already being just a good person by trying to help Mat since she's here.

“Tell me again! Anything I may have missed, anything that will help me find the Horn. . . .” Ingtar drew a breath and let it out slowly.

Rand must not be able to think about the glory of the horn because Lanfear and Ingtar are hogging it all. Dude is getting a bit monomaniacal.

The wolves call him—or it—Shadowkiller; I think it was a man, but they wouldn’t go close enough to see clearly.

Ingtar's immediate leap to shadowspawn under the circumstances only enforces how corrupted his time made him.

“He flaming wanted me to see him, or I likely wouldn’t have.” Uno sounded disgusted at admitting it.

Uno, you're a great guy. I don't know that you're Horn great exactly, but you're a great guy.

He was a tall man, with skin dark from the sun and red hair cut short except for a tail in the back that hung to his shoulders.

Someone please tell the Aiel that the 80s are long gone and that their hairstyles didn't look good when they were contemporary, let alone thousands of years after the fact.

“Maybe Ingtar’s right,” Mat added quietly. “Maybe Rand is an Aiel.”

Perrin nodded. “But it doesn’t change anything.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Mat sounded as if he were talking about something beside what Perrin meant.

What are either of you talking about? Mat, are you planning on betraying Rand or something? It feels like what you'd be considering that now since the Portal Stones push you off that path for good.

But you have the look of those who have made the journey to Rhuidean and survived.

Urien must be suffering from excessive hydration and hallucinating as a result, since Verin very much does not have this look.

“You call it the Waste,” Urien said. “To us it is the Three-fold Land. A shaping stone, to make us; a testing ground, to prove our worth; and a punishment for the sin.”

Oh hey, here's another mention of sin - though of course this particular sin was really more an offense against Aes Sedai than the universe.

I . . . can tell you only what is known to all. Rhuidean lies in the lands of the Jenn Aiel, the thirteenth clan.

Since there apparently still are some Jenn (How? Why? Etc?), one wonders if perhaps they really do live there. Maybe underground? They've got to be somewhere, and Aiels are quite good at finding people, so...

“What would I not give,” Verin murmured, gazing up at Urien, “to have you in the White Tower. Or just willing to talk. Oh, be still, man. I won’t harm you. Unless you mean to harm me, with your talk of dancing.”

I like to think that Verin's whole life has been a series of events like this one where she almost gets to learn something astounding by the standards of the Tower but doesn't really get to focus on it because of the gravity of her real mission.

“He Who Comes With the Dawn. It is said there will be great signs and portents of his coming. I saw that you were from Shienar by your escort’s armor, and you had the look of a Wise One, so I thought you might have word of great events, the events that might herald him.”

“I cannot tell you where he is, Urien,” she said, “and I have heard of no signs or portents to guide you to him.”

Urien had a good instinct since these people absolutely could tell him about Rand.

They won't though. This is another great Aes Sedai tier lie. She can't tell him where Rand is at the moment and she doesn't know of any particular omens that would be relevant to Urien's quest. She knows plenty about the subject of course. She's just not sharing.

Of course, as much as I love Verin, I must admit that even she has her blindspots and biases, being willing to consider the possibility that the Aiel are nothing more than a Shadow's corruption of prophecy. Dang girl, that's cold and wrong.

Softly, as to herself, Verin spoke, still staring at the ground. “It must be a part, and yet how? Does the Wheel of Time weave threads into the Pattern of which we know nothing? Or does the Dark One touch the Pattern again?”

Speaking of, next time: It's bigger! It's badder! It's Texas!

[frostbite-the-bat]

tell me about your fucked up petz creatures

I WILL GO OVER My Main Cast. alphabetically as they appear in my funny box !

Starting off with ABYSS!! i love her dearly. she's a spamton mixie! specifically a blue addison + spamton + sparkle kittling. she's got no eyes or colors (she's got blue paw pads, thought!), leading to an unsettling appearance. i love her dearly, though! she's full of cheeky personality and she loves jumping through the hoop, if she isn't knocking it out of my hand. (or doing other things... she loves to mess around)

up next is... asshole! yes. thats his name. he's my oldest spamton i currently have! he was originally a different spamton neo, but for petzspamton creator's comfort i converted him to be dib's spamton neo. being based on a siamese - he's picky and he's mean. he's an asshole. that name stuck with him. he used to wear an iconic sweater but this spamton neo kinda breaks shirts so he has a santa hat now!

also spamton neos in petz are known for. their. uhm. Thoughtful Gaze.

next is... BIG BOY! MY BELOVED!! he is a gift from petzspamton for me based on my mega spamton neo design! he came named bigboy and since even my mega spamton neo's nickname has been bigboy. :] he's big, he's cuddly, he's gentle and he LOVES food. he also flops. a LOT. and genuinely when i say he loves food i mean it, he's based on a persian and those love food in petz. he seems very eepy today he's flopping less than usual but probably because of how wacky the room layout is + he's too interested in buck plush

OLD BAD ART ALERT I DONDNT DRAW LIKE THIS NOW I DREW THIS IN MY FLOP ERA but heres mega sneo design. just for context!! (ye he got swapped wings but who cares)

if you see similarities between this hair and the way i draw high roller, no you dont. no you fucking dont.

up next is cap'n! i'll be honest i dont play with him as often since i converted everyone from petz 5 to petz 4 - losing k_k in the progress </3. he just loves starting fights with everyone its no fun </3 but ANYWAYS!! this is a hexie made by YOURS TRULY! hes goofy

can't show off cap'n without.. SWEET! oh boy after glados this is my most complicated hex. DO YOU KNOW HOW PAINFUL IT IS. TO MAKE A CUBE. OUT OF (SPHERES) (AND LINES THAT ARE VERY FUCKY) ITS HORRIBLE. sweet sweet sweet my dearest friend sweet they start fights sometimes too but are calmer than cap'n. they like playing with plushies a lot as you can see

next is creature! a funky little spamton mixie. seriously this thing is like generation 7 and listing everything thats In Their Blood may take a while. they've got lovely spots and neat textures + are pretty big!!! their tip ends with a pink which is a fun contrast compared to the blue/white gradient. very silly fella!!!

next is cupcake! one out of two silly kitties i got from bad_death ! they did a thing where they gave out unique textured/patterned fellas to people on petzcord. so these guys are unique! like everyone elses. i have other petz i got from other people that are hexed, but i don't have them in the playable petz folder right now. cupcake likes to flop around, too! what a lovely fuzzball... they also get scared of everything which isnt characteristic of a persian personality but. hey. the wordl is scaresy...

next is dragonfruit with their funky shrimp tail !! also a spamton mixie - you can defo see similarities between them and creature. i believe they're related? anyways - the main breed they take from is cubus! they have calico personality so they are very playful!!

next is fledgeling! Bird. i dont even know whats in them .

FROSTBITE. MADE BY PETZSPAMTON FOR ME. THIS smug-ass cursed entity. they're a little bastard beast. theyre just me but petz. smug ass. likes to 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨. friends with some but enemy to many. LOVES DANCING. PLAY MUSIC INGAME AND THIS THING WILL SHAKE TAIL. dear god even this frost made it to hr's , they will kill.

also the iconic gif with them and spammo.

next is GLADOS! or catdos if you will. i made this with my own blood sweat and tears it was a nightmare. but look! glados !

im getting tired and i havent eaten today yet because im autism SO. SHORTER DESCRIPTIONS.

iceshock!! silly ice spammy kitty.

MANGO MY DEAREST BELOVED. YOUNGER BROTHER TO OTTERPOP. THOSSE TWO ARE BASICALLY MY MASCOT SPAMTONS. I LOVE THEM SO MUHHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHC. THISSECTION IS FOR THEM BOTH MWA MWA LOVE THEM. also that was ttheir bday gift a year ago They Didnt Like It. btw otterpop blue shirt mango flower shirt

onion .

....and i hit the image limit so...! feel free to ask for more...!

[savage-rhi]

Mending Shadows // Chapter 15

Summary:

Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.

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After growing tired from dancing, Loqui and Y/N retreated from the dance floor and back into the herd of Imperials. Loqui then introduced Y/N to an array of different characters. It appeared to Y/N that Loqui had connections with just about every type of person one could think of. They were half tempted to apologize for assuming the worst of him at the Imperial gardens, given how his haughty nature turned to jubilation at being amongst comrades and friends. He had reverted back to being a carefree boy, and not so much an intimidating Imperial officer. The contrast had taken Y/N aback, but in the best of ways. 

As the night drew onward, Y/N found themself in the throes of a humorous conversation with some of Loqui’s battalion, and a handful of rich counterparts. Once the initial pleasantries were exchanged, the group could’ve cared less where Y/N was from, so long as they shared in the merriment. Their cheerful spirits were like a magnet, drawing Y/N further in. Although the experience was a joyous one, Y/N couldn’t help but be reminded of their old friends back in Lucis. The ones who had abandoned them in their time of need. 

“And that’s how Commander Clermont received the title of Loo-tenant!” One of the officers hollered. A roar of laughter followed suit. “We never let the poor bastard hear the end of the bathroom incident!” 

“Y/N!” 

Y/N snapped out of their thoughts, giving a smile. “Hmm?”

“You mentioned you were a treasure hunter of sorts in Lucis! I gander you have an array of colorful stories to tell!” One of the captains exclaimed. “Please, share one with us!” 

Oh Gods… Y/N thought to themself. They glanced at Loqui who gave a reassuring nod and a proud smile, letting them know it was alright. 

“Well, there’s this job I had once where I had to fly a dated airship back to a client,” Y/N began, reminiscing about one of their first major jobs. “On the way, I had to make a pitstop. There was an old couple, and the husband was bickering with his wife about asking for a ride for 50 gil. I decided to humor them, and I told them if you both could stay quiet for the whole ride, I wouldn’t charge anything.” 

Y/N started to grin, shaking their head in disbelief. “I did all kinds of tricks in that old airship, and they didn’t make a sound! When we landed, I shouted behind that I was impressed, and then the husband point blank told me, ‘Well to be honest I almost said something when my wife fell out, but 50 gil is 50 gil!’” 

The group erupted into a bout of laughter, some nearly choking on their wine or champagne that they had been gingerly nursing for some time. 

“Please tell me the old broad didn’t truly fall out!” The captain said in between fits. 

“She survived!” Y/N reassured, suppressing their own laugh. “In her own words, her heart had a factory reset that day!” 

“Gods, that’s hilarious!” One of the female officers exclaimed. 

“I’ll be honest, I thought Loqui inviting you over was going to be awkward, but you fit right in!” 

“Hey, didn’t you meet a Scavenger during one of the battles, Bromley?” 

“Oh yeah! He was a fine fellow, had all sorts of nick knacks from Ancient Solheim ruins!” 

The conversation picked back up, and Y/N sighed in relief not being the center of attention. Listening to everyone’s story swaps was entertaining by itself, and Y/N didn’t feel the need to say anything further unless prompted. They were smiling so hard it hurt, yet in the back of Y/N’s head, they told themself not to get attached in more ways than one. If these people knew Y/N had the scourge, history would no doubt repeat itself. The thought caused Y/N’s heart to ache when they thought of Galdin Quay. They were so wrapped up in the misery of it all, they didn’t notice Loqui looking upon them with concern. 

“You alright?” He whispered while the group rattled on. 

“Yeah,” Y/N blinked a few times, sniffling. “I’ll be fine. Just thinking about home is all.” 

“It’ll get easier, letting it go. After what you’ve been through, with those Lucian soldiers, I can’t fathom it. I hope you feel safe among my men.” 

The soldiers… Y/N recalled the MedZin guard dragging them through dirt and grime. Their body could still feel the blows of their hits, and the taste of blood. The red eyes of the magitek trooper kicking them down on order at the cape soon crashed into mind, then the petrifying look of Y/N’s victims flashed. Their breath hitched while they gripped the stem of their champagne glass, feeling the scourge creep up their spine, reminding them that all the splendor they had been enjoying was a charade. 

“Looks like Commander Pierce is summoning us for an impromptu meeting…party’s over for now ladies and gents!” The captain stated begrudgingly. An array of groans was heard among the Imperial soldiers as they began to say their goodbyes and gave their final pleasantries. Several approached Y/N, giving formal bows and well wishes before departure. Y/N went through the motions, but wasn’t fully present like they had been. 

“Y/N,” Loqui’s soft voice pulled Y/N out of the dark as he was the last one to say goodbye. 

“Yeah?” 

“I had a great time with you! You’re living within the Chancellor’s residence are you not?” 

Y/N nodded. 

“Would you mind if I called on you again?” 

Y/N smiled sincerely. “I’d love that.” 

Loqui’s face turned red as he grinned big. “Good!”

“Hey, lovebird, we’re going to be late!” One of the female officers hollered at Loqui. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming! My father can spare a moment!” Loqui retorted. Shaking his head, he laughed then took Y/N’s right hand into his own, and pressed his forehead to their knuckles and peered back up. His eyes glanced over them, as if savoring this moment before he nodded a final time, spun on his heel and left. 

Y/N let out a deep breath they had been holding back once Loqui and his battalion retreated. The flashbacks settled down a peg, but the emotions didn’t die. Y/N felt the scourge inside of them screech. The echo traveled down their nerves, causing them accidentally drop their glass. The cup shattered, and they bent down to clean it up.

“A pardon, but you don’t need to trouble yourself!” An Imperial Help stated, having rushed over when he heard the commotion. He bent down, and pulled out a small cloth from his left pocket and began to soak up the wine. 

“I'm not used to people picking up after me,” Y/N mused. Once they collected the shards, did they offer them to the Imperial Help. “Thank you for helping.” 

“It’s not a problem, all part of the job!” His smile quickly faded when he saw some folks approach Y/N from behind. He gave a hasty bow with his head, got to his feet and fled. 

Y/N furrowed their brows until they looked behind and peered up at a trio. Two men and one woman. The array of jewelry upon their bodies, along with the expensive silks that covered their forms conveyed they were high class Imperials. Before Y/N could greet them, the woman at the center chuckled and began to speak. 

“Do you need a hand?” She inquired, tilting her head curiously. 

“No,” Y/N sensed the question was anything but kind. They got to their feet, dusting off their attire. “I appreciate the thought nonetheless.” 

“But of course!” The woman smirked. “Anything for the guest of honor this evening! It would be a crime of I, Jessica Rubios to not extend a courtesy. It’s just--” 

Y/N glanced between the two men at Jessica’s side, watching them chuckle maliciously. “Just what?” 

“A shame to see an Imperial Icon on their knees with the help. Then again, its quite befitting of a Lucian. I hear your kind are quick to their words, but never to their feet.” 

Y/N made a fist, keeping their composure the best they could. Many unkind comments had been thrown their way this evening, but this had to be one of the worst. It didn't help that Jessica smiled so wide that Y/N was surprised her mouth didn't take up the entirety of her face. The feature reminded Y/N of a Flexitusk bearing its teeth. 

“Where I came from,” Y/N began, trying not to let their voice break with anger. “We all don't have the pleasure of treating human beings like material goods." 

The men stopped their chortling, glancing at Jessica who now cocked an eyebrow and glanced over Y/N, as if sizing them up. She further emphasized this notion by circling around Y/N like a shark, trying to identify a weak spot so she could take a bite. 

“Material goods, you say?” Jessica scoffed, and returned to her gentleman. “And what does that make you to Chancellor Izunia?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“You might as well be his next hat,” Jessica retorted with a smirk. “Something he takes off and puts back on when it most conveniences him. Don’t get it wrong, sweetie, it’s rather cute he’s trying to gain public favor having you at his side, but it’s quite insulting to his character, how you’ve yet to be broken in given your disposition toward doing others tasks for them.” 

“Funny you say that,” Y/N bitterly mused. “At least Chancellor Izunia favors my presence versus yours. If he knows of you, I’m sure he’ll be displeased to hear what you’ve said to his guest. Come to think of it though, I never heard him once speak of you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there's a table with a big glass of champagne with my name written all over it.” 

Y/N brushed past Jessica, not bothering to savor the appalled look that graced her features. They didn’t want to give her anymore of their energy. Not when the scourge yet again enacted a wave of pain through their limbs. Y/N fixated on a table nearby with food and drink, and made a beeline to the spot, if only to escape being social for the time being. 

While Y/N relaxed, they grabbed a glass of champagne and watched upperclassmen come and go. Their blood boiled on occasion from the snide remarks. After the stunt with Jessica, it took much will power to keep themself in line, and continue to play the game Ardyn dragged them into. Nevertheless, Y/N managed on their own. 

Y/N closed their eyes and breathed in deeply before swallowing back a generous amount of the champagne. The sweet flavor took them by surprise as they made a face. They weren’t a stranger to alcohol, but the taste wasn’t by any means worth the price the empire spent. 

“Not our finest vintage I must say.” 

Y/N turned to their left, watching a tall man approach them. He looked like every other guest at the Gala physically; imposing and well dressed. He was much younger than some of his peers, at least late 20s if Y/N had to put a guess to anything. Not that it mattered. Y/N was ready to dismiss him, not in the mood to socialize after being persecuted by upper crust Imperials for gods knew how long.  

“I heard the drinks were on the house, courtesy of Tenebrae,” Y/N said with a disappointed sigh. “If you’re from there, you might want to tell your reps to go cheap next time. I don’t think the snobs here would know the difference.” 

Y/N laughed into their glass as they finished off the rest of it, sitting the empty cup down on a platter once an Imperial Help came by. 

The man smiled with a light huff. “Being the prince of Tenebrae, I’ll be sure to put in a good word.” 

Oh shit...Whatever script Y/N had prepared to bully the silver haired man off disappeared, and their mind froze. Y/N bit their bottom lip and made a face, averting their gaze from the Tenebrae prince as he chuckled.

“Okay, maybe I was a little too harsh--”

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with. You were being honest.” The prince waved his hand in dismissal. 

“Forgive me, I’m not exactly used to being in situations like this.” 

“I’m well aware,” The prince said as a matter of fact. He gestured with his head toward the previous group of three Y/N had been interacting with. “I overheard your conversation with the Rubios.” 

“Ah,” Y/N furrowed their brows. “Well, in that case, if you came over here to poke fun at the Lucian for being the elephant in the room, I’m not in a bantering mood.” 

“On the contrary,” He interjected. “I came to see if you were alright. I don't care for the Rubio's myself, but they are one of Niflheim's finest patrons.” 

“Oh,” Y/N felt like an idiot for not knowing what else to say after the fact. A thank you didn't quite feel right because as far as they knew, the prince watched what went down and didn't intervene. Then again, Y/N understood the social attitudes of Imperials and Tenebraenian’s were starkly different to Lucian culture if this Gala was proof of anything. Maybe they were being too biased though. It wasn’t like the rich of Lucis were exactly accommodating folk either. Y/N recalled how difficult they were to bargain with when it came to Scavenging on their behalf. 

“I’m Ravus,” The prince gave a slight bow with his head toward Y/N, breaking them out of their thoughts. 

“I’m Y/N. Uh, no fancy title or anything.” They nervously laughed, trying to make up for their earlier remark. 

“Ah yes,” Ravus’s eyes glanced over Y/N. His cold composure softened upon realizing they posed no threat to him, at least from Y/N could tell. He was by all accounts intimidating. Ardyn had Ravus beat there, but the Tenebrae prince was on another spectrum. 

“Pardon?” 

“I’ve heard so much about you. Chancellor Izunia’s ward from Lucis.” 

If Y/N didn’t know better, he sounded like he was mocking them. Y/N shot a slight glare and quickly eased up, not wanting to piss off anymore rich people than they already had tonight. When Y/N thought it over, Ravus didn’t sound like he was so much as jabbing at them personally than he was at Ardyn. 

“I’d rather be referred to as his aid, if I have to be given a title.” Y/N began. “I take it you don’t seem to care much for him.” 

“Noted,” Ravus gave an apologetic nod then huffed while looking across the grand hall, watching Ardyn speaking with Verstael and some common folk. “I hold the Chancellor at an arms length. Much like I do for everyone in Niflheim.” 

“I thought Tenebrae had a strong alliance with the empire?”

“We do,” Ravus said in truth. “However, being a Lucian, I’m sure you can understand the eggshells everyone walks on regarding the war. It doesn’t help that your guardian has a strong influence over things.” 

Y/N had a suspicion that Ravus came by to try and gain favor with them to influence Ardyn. It seemed to be leading that way. The contempt Ravus held for Ardyn while Y/N watched on didn’t help. They felt their chest tighten. 

“He’s definitely an odd one,” Y/N remarked and gave a shrug. “I’d argue very stubborn and full of himself too. Kind of an ass, most days. Its a wonder his charisma hasn’t gotten him killed.”

Ravus chuckled. “At least we can agree on something, from a Tenebraenian to a Lucian." 

Y/N smiled, only to feel their shoulders tense when Ravus peeled his gaze off of Ardyn and returned back to them. 

"Chancellor Izunia can’t be all that bad. Considering you defected from your own country to be at his side.” Ravus was curt in tone, his dual colored eyes zeroed in on Y/N. 

Y/N had an intrusive thought of slapping Ravus across the face for the accusation. It left their mind luckily enough before anything could be acted upon. While Y/N wasn’t the most patriotic Lucian in all of Eos, the earlier remarks from the upperclassmen had already rubbed much salt in the wound there. 

“My story and his is complicated. I’m sure you can relate when it comes to complexity. Such as with Tenebrae abandoning their alliance to Lucis in favor of the empire, though they have taken much from your people.” The words came out before they could stop themself, and Y/N was surprised Ravus didn’t order their head on the chopping block right then and there.

“You speak boldly like a Lucian. Good. The empire hasn’t broken that out of you yet.” Ravus stated with some amusement. 

“I don’t like what you’re implying.” 

“If you remain with the Chancellor long enough, you’ll see for yourself. Though I suppose I should be thanking you.” 

Y/N was puzzled. “For what, giving you an underhanded insult?” 

Ravus remained stoic. Not amused by the comment. “For steering him in a more favorable direction. More than a quarter of the ground troops in Lucis belong to Tenebrae. Men and women who are at the disposal of the empire. Myself and the council of Tenebrae didn’t believe Niflheim would allocate funds to ensuring my people were well taken care of. The past war budgets have neglected the humans on foot in favor of machines. Before the night’s festivities, the Chancellor spoke highly of changing that. He is to gain much favor in my homeland for it.” 

“And how do you know that was my doing?”

“Don’t be daft,” Ravus said firmly. “The Chancellor has never challenged the will of the Imperial army nor Aldercapt’s respective commands. We are speaking of years of undiluted loyalty to the cause. The only new variant of late has been you. Izunia mentioned you in passing when I decided to investigate if there was any catch to the new budget.” 

“And there wasn’t?” 

Once more, if Y/N could’ve palmed their face for spilling their words before thinking, they would’ve done such a thing. Especially with the incredulous look Ravus gave. Y/N was beginning to feel maybe the Rubio’s were right about one stereotype: Lucian’s were quick to their words, but not their feet. 

“May I request something of you?” Ravus asked, changing the subject. 

Y/N glanced over the prince’s features. There was not a glint in his eyes that indicated what he might’ve been feeling. No. The cold demeanor he carried throughout the conversation remained, and Y/N realized it was useless to attempt at being one step ahead. 

“Sure.” Y/N shrugged. They observed how Ravus withdrew his attention from them, and his poised gaze fixated on Ardyn who was now conversing with high ranks among the imperial court. Y/N watched as Ravus’s brows knitted into a glare before he spoke. 

“I don’t care to know the story between you and Ardyn, but do all of Eos a favor: keep him happy.” 

Y/N felt their face grow warm from the comment. They shook their head. “I don’t appreciate being seen as a tool.”

“Yet you are one,” Ravus said bluntly and faced them. He held an apologetic look before sighing, almost in defeat. “In the eyes of the empire, you will always be an object for use. That’s the way it works in Niflheim. The sooner you accept that, the less it’ll hurt. You’re a Lucian at the end of the day. Even the dear Chancellor knows you’ll always be less than.”

Y/N glanced over Ravus's shoulder, and witnessed Ardyn perform a double take mid conversation before his eyes narrowed in on Ravus. The people at his side continued to chat, not picking up on the fact that Ardyn had officially withdrawn himself. Y/N then saw Ardyn’s eyes switch from Ravus and to them. For a few seconds, the contempt he had eased and then he quickly dismissed himself from the group and began to approach. 

“Ah, if it isn’t the High Deputy Commander himself!” Ardyn gestured with his arms out in welcome, standing before Ravus and Y/N. He smiled sincerely, but his eyes were glimmering with wintry play. 

“Your presence is most splendid! I didn’t take you for one that enjoyed the empire’s social events. Perhaps we’ve rubbed off on you?” 

Ravus made a face, growling under his breath before facing the Chancellor. “We both know you dislike these parties as much as I, but we can’t gain more bodies to help with the war unless we network.” 

“My mistake,” Ardyn’s apology was oozing with sarcasm as he bowed to further emphasize his regret. “And here I thought you were rather taken with the festivities! How foolish of me! Forgive the haphazard assumption.”

“There is no need for theatrics,” Ravus began, motioning with his right hand for Ardyn to quit while he was ahead. His right eye twitched. “We are not in the presence of Aldercapt. Exaggerations aren’t needed among common men.” 

Ardyn chuckled amusingly. His eyes held a wave of anger that Y/N could feel in the back of their head. The energy was like that of a little flame, growing brighter with every breath of wind that tried to knock it back. 

“Common men,” Ardyn repeated in mockery. “I suppose you would be correct in most circumstances, but at the moment I’d dare say you’ve overstepped.” 

“What are you insinuating?” Ravus balked. 

“I don’t believe a common man would think to insult someone due to their status and breed. No, that’s a task for the powerful. Such as yourself.” 

Ardyn fixated his eyes onto Y/N and walked over to them. He carefully put an arm around their waist, his fingers gently grasped at their side upon feeling them tense from the contact. A subtle way of letting them know they had nothing to fear. As Ardyn went through the motions, he allowed a glint of the rage he was concealing to come through his gaze upon bringing his attention back to the Tenebrae prince. 

“What was it you so eloquently said to my guest? Ah, right, ‘you’re a Lucian at the end of the day. Even the dear Chancellor knows you’ll always be less than.’” 

By the time Ravus registered what Ardyn was alluding to, it was too late. His pulse dropped. 

“You heard--”

“Everything,” Ardyn sneered while keeping his composure. “I believe you owe Y/N an apology. I won’t accept anything less on their behalf.” 

“Ardyn--” Y/N stopped when they caught themself speaking out of turn, having forgotten the number one rule Ardyn had warned them of: never to call him anything but Chancellor, sir, or excellency at the event. He briefly side-eyed Y/N, but there was no malice to be had. 

“The prince is rather speechless!” Ardyn said playfully, redirecting the conversation back to the quarrel. “Do I need to repeat myself?” 

Ravus’s glare cut through the strongest of glass. His posture stiffened as he held his head high, but then cautiously averted his gaze while he performed a full bow with his body and remained still. “Forgive my trespass, Y/N. I apologize that I was forward.” 

Y/N was dumbfounded. It was only when Ardyn gave them a gentle nudge did they finally reply. 

“No biggie. We’re cool.” 

Upon hearing their words, Ravus rose back up. His shoulders tensed seeing the smug look Ardyn wore. 

“You’d do well to remember that anyone who is under my charge deserves respect.” 

“I believe you made your point loud and clear,” Ravus said bitterly, trying to mask the defeat in his tone. “I hope this insensitive transgression doesn’t interfere with our recent agreements.” 

Ardyn raised his brows and chuckled. “I wouldn’t dream of lying so low! I consider myself to be a gracious man for deciding to put people over politics. Bearing in mind too that Y/N--a Lucian--convinced me to help your people on the ground, it would be insulting to their intellect to recall the funds from the budget because of a...little misunderstanding. Next time, however, I would be very, very, careful if I were you.” 

Ardyn gave a curt bow with his head toward Ravus who in turn did the same. Once Ravus disappeared into the crowd, Ardyn turned his attention to Y/N. Hearing them sigh deeply, he raised a curious brow. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded. They felt Ardyn’s arm leave their waist then, the warmth disappearing. “Did you have to put him down like that?” 

Ardyn’s face scrunched before he laughed. “The young blood dishonored both you and me in the same breath! Of course, I did!” 

“Honestly, what Ravus said wasn’t so bad compared to the other shit I heard tonight.” 

“Oh?” Ardyn scanned over the sea of people within the grand hall of the Imperial palace. There was a protective anger in his eyes as he breathed out.  “What was said to you?” 

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Y/N admitted. “Not right now at least.” 

“That bad?” 

Y/N nodded sadly. 

Ardyn frowned. Rubbing the back of his neck, he let out a breath and adjusted his hat. 

“Come,” He tilted his head toward the exit. “We’re leaving this place.” 

“What?”

“You heard me.” Ardyn smiled. 

“Aren’t you needed here?” Y/N gestured to the crowds of wealthy folk. “You’re kind of the big shot of the night for converting a Lucian to the empire.”

From afar, the music from the main orchestra died down a bit, giving the musicians a chance for a break. A round of applause echoed through the grand hall and Ardyn briefly looked to where Verstael and the other councilmen were. They all seemed to be locked in a heated debate, though there was hearty laughs scattered in between raised voices. No doubt the men and women of the highest had been drinking too. He could get away with this. 

Ardyn smirked and reached down to take Y/N’s hand into his own. His fingers gave a squeeze. The fabric of his fingerless gloves stuck to the palm of Y/N’s own hand and his expression softened. Excitement brimmed in his amber eyes. 

“I don’t believe my services for the empire are required any longer,” Ardyn mused. “Let me show you Gralea’s local night life. It may pale in comparison to Insomnia’s, but the capital has its charms if you know where to look.” 

“You’re serious?” Y/N raised their brows, finally registering the warmth of his hand against their own. 

“Absolutely,” Ardyn began. He paused, choosing his words carefully.  “You’ve done a great deal assisting me from the start of our little pact. I’ve come to realize too that holding you up in my chambers isn’t healthy. For either of us. I want to treat you on my time and gil, to mend the nonsense you’ve put up with this evening.”

Y/N’s pulse rose, looking at where both their hand and Ardyn's met. There was a sincerity to his words that had them feeling safe. Ardyn couldn’t get rid of all the emotional pains that were brought on though.

“I gotta be honest about something, I feel like I may have burned some bridges of yours tonight.”

Ardyn chortled, shaking his head while he gave a reassuring smile. 

“You overthink too much,” He mused, then brought their hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s knuckles and pulled away. “For the remainder of the night, I simply want to be Ardyn. And I’d like to treat you to a lovely evening. Will you get over yourself, and join me in the fun?”

You and fun never go hand in hand...crossed Y/N’s mind. Alas they didn’t say anything. There was a euphoria that coursed through them. A sense of excitement and ease. They didn’t know if it was their own feelings, or if Ardyn’s emotions were leeching into them via the scourge. Whatever the case, Y/N felt their final insecurities diminish. Everything will be alright...

Grinning, Y/N nodded to his proposal. Ardyn's smile grew. He let go of Y/N's hand, and went to their side. An arm once more went around Y/N's waist, and Ardyn led them both out of the grand hall to an elevator that would take them to the lower levels of the palace. There, they were joined by a few others groups, mostly couples that were coming and going. Both Ardyn and Y/N ended up squished in the back corner.  

Ardyn gave a nervous laugh as did Y/N. Instinctively, Ardyn brought Y/N’s body closer to his, ensuring they wouldn’t be pressed against the other people. He couldn’t help but stare at them for a time. His eyes lingered until the elevator reached the bottom floor, and both he and Y/N exited. 

It wasn’t long after that Ardyn suddenly felt Y/N stop in their tracks. He let out a surprised gasp, raising a brow when he saw Y/N pointing toward Commander Pierce who wasn’t that far away, talking amongst other Imperial soldiers. 

“Something wrong?” Ardyn asked curiously. 

“Before we go,” Y/N began, coaxing Ardyn to venture to the side so they would be out of the way. “I met with Commander Pierce at the Imperial gardens. Tuti and I were sight seeing. Anyway, he had a message for you. He said there is a wolf wearing the pelt of a sheep. He said you'd know what that means."

“Are you certain?” 

Y/N nodded. They observed how Ardyn’s eyes glanced around everywhere, as if he was trying to pinpoint where an attack would be coming from. His mannerisms reminded Y/N of when they prepared to ransack Outpost 98, and their adrenaline rose. As if he sensed it, Ardyn took hold of Y/N’s hand and squeezed.

“I need to have a quick talk with our dear commander,” Ardyn spoke nonchalantly before he dug through his jacket, holding up the keys to the Vixen. He carefully placed them in Y/N’s hands. “The valet outside will lead you to the car. Get the ignition started for us, and I’ll meet with you.”

“Alright. Don’t take too long, okay?”

“Or what?” Ardyn teased, causing Y/N to have a second thought at his jest. 

“I’ll take the Vixen on a joyride.” Y/N quipped with a grin, tossing the keys in the air playfully, then catching them with their palm. They felt a blush creep along their cheeks as Ardyn darkly chuckled. 

“The consequences for such antics would be most dire! I’m not sure you could handle it.” 

“Are you threatening me with a good time, Chancellor?”

“You may find out soon enough,” Ardyn taunted in jest. He noted how Y/N seemed to have frozen both in body and mind, not able to counter his words. He also noticed how their eyes seemed to glance at his mouth periodically. It was such a subtle thing, yet Ardyn could feel the nerves in the back of his spine quake having caught it. Feeling his own blush travel through his blood, Ardyn gestured for Y/N to go on ahead, more than grateful they complied without further comment; too stunned just as he for what had transpired in a matter of seconds. 

As Y/N disappeared from view, Ardyn let out a deep breath. He bitterly berated himself. It was one thing to indulge in flirtation with people whom he was trying to gain favor with, but this was on grounds with something else. Something Ardyn didn’t want to take a stab at until his conscience was clear. 

More than happy to distract himself from what happened, Ardyn made haste toward Commander Pierce and his party. 

“Oh, commander! A word if you’d indulge me!” Ardyn exclaimed. As soon as his presence was made, he watched Commander Pierce gesture for his men to give space. Ardyn smiled when it was just the two of them. 

“Chancellor,” Pierce gave a cordial half bow, and stood at attention. “To what do I owe the honor?” 

“We don’t have to play the game of politesse,” Ardyn’s tone shifted, becoming firm. “I received your message. Let us talk like common men.” 

“As you wish,” Pierce murmured. He furrowed his brows apologetically. “Forgive my trespass for telling Y/N what should’ve come to you right away. I didn’t believe I’d have the chance to speak with you this night.” 

“It’s quite fine, I’m not upset about that versus what ill tidings you wish to deliver. Tell me of this sheep.” 

“Aye,” Pierce sighed, looking beside himself as his gaze ventured off. He watched people come and go, admiring some of the dresses that took many artistic liberties, then began recounting his discovery. 

“The other day, several of my men captured a dozen kingsguard in Nibel. I believe they are affiliated with this…MedZin organization that attacked us at Cape Shawe. The interrogations went through without a hitch. The leaders divulged every location they had dropped a spy at within Niflheim. However, they claim there is a mole somewhere in Gralea. Someone who has been in the capitol for quite some time now.”

Ardyn tensed, crossing his arms. “How long are we thinking?”

“I can't give confirmation.” Pierce sighed. “These kingsguard refused to give up anything else before we executed them. I honestly don’t think they knew too much about the bloke either, which is concerning in of itself. I believe they only offered this morsel of information to get out of dying.” 

Ardyn went quiet for a time, ignoring the laughter and ongoing commotion surrounding him. His mind combed over every detail he could think of to procure this persons identity, but alas he was stumped. 

“Do any suspects come to mind?” Ardyn inquired curiously. 

“This is just a hunch,” Pierce swallowed. “But I fear this false sheep is among us, somewhere in this very crowd even. I wouldn't be surprised if this mole ends up being a higher Imperial. I'd recommend starting there with a list of suspects. I return to battle in Lucis the day after tomorrow. I’ll have my son Loqui and most of his stationed battalion investigate further. I’d advise watching your six and that of Y/N’s. Many are not to be trusted, excellency.”

“You need not remind me. My guests safety is my prerogative.” Ardyn said as a matter of fact. While registering the weight of the commanders words, Ardyn’s amber gaze fixated on Loqui who was joking around with other guests. He studied the younger man, tilting his head with curiosity before smiling. 

“Pardon my changing the subject, but I must compliment your dear boy.” 

“My son?” 

“Yes. Earlier in the grand hall, he had taken to dance with Y/N. He was quite considerate toward their welfare.” Ardyn complimented. 

Pierce's worries slowly left the wrinkled features of his face. He beamed with pride then, focusing on where his son was at. “I guess I raised him right in that regard.” 

The comment had both Ardyn and he chuckling. 

“Y/N is in need of friends wherever they can find them. I’m sure you know their story at this point.” Ardyn mused. 

“Poor thing,” Pierce furrowed his brows, shaking his head in disbelief. “It’s by the grace of the gods you found them while on your mission. I’m thankful to know my son is leaving Y/N to feel at home.” 

“He seems to be leaving much more than that.” 

Pierce was quite taken aback by the sudden flatness of Ardyn’s voice. 

“Chancellor?”

“A word of caution,” Ardyn began. His tone became much more admonishing as he continued. “Remind your son to remain a gentleman around Y/N, and only a gentleman. Is that understood?” 

Pierce's spine tingled. His instinct as a father overrode any protocols of etiquette he had been versed in since birth as he and Ardyn both stared each other down. 

“Are you threatening my boy, Chancellor?” Pierce begrudgingly asked, holding his ground all the while nerved when Ardyn grinned. 

“I would never do such a thing!” Ardyn exclaimed in his defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity. “I’m merely looking out for my guest. The last thing Y/N needs right now is a young man attempting to court them while danger is ever present.”

“Courting,” Pierce's nose flinched as he lingered on the word and glanced over Ardyn suspiciously. “Is that what you’d call your little rendezvous I witnessed before you came to me?”

Ardyn smirked while the fire in his eyes ignited further. “I respect you as a man of honor. I’d like for this to remain. I’ll pardon this transgression, should you keep your son in line when it comes to affections he may hold for our mutual friend. Are we on the same page, Commander Pierce?” 

Pierce swallowed, knowing if he pushed the envelope any further he might not only jeopardize his standing, but that of Loqui’s. Although he was angered, he knew at the end of the day affairs of the Chancellors were not his to pry into regardless of whatever involvement his son was in. He nodded, letting a deep breath out through his nose. 

“Understood, and apologies for acting out of turn.” 

“You have my thanks,” Ardyn gleefully stated, taking off his hat briefly to hold over his heart as he gave a formal bow to the Commander. To anyone watching, it was a high honor one could receive, but both Ardyn and Pierce knew it was anything but. 

Returning to his regular stance, Ardyn put his hat back on. “I must be off now. May the gods smile on you in the field of battle, commander!” 

“May you remain safe, Chancellor.” Commander Pierce stated, giving a bow in return. He watched Ardyn leave with haste, all the while feeling a sense of dread climb over him. He had his suspicions over what Ardyn was doing in Lucis, and now he was beginning to sense the overarching danger of whatever happened there with Y/N. He made a note to notify Verstael too of what was going on, since both he and the Chancellor were working on that mission together. 

Pierce gazed at Loqui from the distance, wondering if his son was aware of the trouble he was getting into. He prayed to the gods to give him strength for the thorough discussion they would both be having tonight. 

[chaomother]

Hey there, I’m Dianna, nice to meet you. I’ve been a Sonic lover for a while now but I never had the courage to ship him with my oc on the account for being cringe. But reading your headcanons on him makes it very believable if done right, and I feel more comfortable now, so thank you for that. I know this is an ask but you don’t have to do this if you don’t want. But I remember reading how Sonic would most likely not want his s/o fighting alongside him for the reasons of safety, (and other things if we’re being honest) but how would he feel if he found out that his s/o was actually an badass hero on their own terms. And they be fighting like demons and angles and shit, (I’m a Bayonetta fan, I drew my oc in their own outfit and everything with its own story, bruh I’m an 100% certified mess) and even the s/o would be worried for Sonic’s own safety because they aren’t sure if he could handle these creatures or not. Yea sorry for this long ask, it’s completely optional and it’s just based off my own imagination, I honestly just wanted to say hi… I be doing too much. Have an apple to make up for it. 🍏 (I like green apples, hope you enjoy my offering)

oh my gosh, hi dianna! it's so nice to meet you, and i'm super happy to hear you've gotten more comfortable in shipping oc/canon content and for being open in your sonic love~ it's not cringey at all, and your oc sounds AMAZING (love the john doe icon btw!) *eats the apple offering as i write this for you*♡♡

i can see sonic acting in a similar manner to how he does with tails—he acknowledges that you're strong and can handle your own, but it's going to take him some time to accept that you don't inherently need his help. the last thing he'd want to is stifle and suffocate you! he'll always be ready at the drop of a dime to come help you if you need it, and it'd also be far from the truth if he said it wasn't attractive for his partner to have a kickass attitude and he'd love to see them in action! (training is best for this lolol) he'll always instinctively be protective over you but he won't stop you from fighting if you're capable♡

i hope this was good for you! feel free to send an ask anytime!!

[erigold13261]

📢Psychonauts NSR AU, Chapter 5: VS. Raz📢

Sasha and Milla made it to Akusuka. It filled with green and orange lights, with watery accents all over. As if they were in the bottom of the sea. They saw the concert Raz was hosting. The Kura Kura Stream Hub, they entered in… ready to face against the digital idol.

~

When they headed inside, they saw a blue digital sky (or in this case a digital sea. The ground was orange surrounded by green oceanic and digital plants.

“Wooow. What a beautiful place.” Milla commented.

“Indeed, even though it’s from NSR, it’s kinda beautiful.” Sasha replied. That is when they saw Raz, the Sailor-like Idol arriving gliding through the ocean.

“Oh wow! Welcome, friends! Are you here to receive the sweet honey bubbles of my angelic voice?” Raz asked with glee.

“What? Sweet honey bubbles? We prefer a different kind of bubbles of someone’s angelic voice.” Milla said confidently. “Particularly of rock, and we’re going to bring it back to Vinyl City and… what’s coming out of my mouth just sounds ridiculous.” Milla said as her confidence drained. “I’m sorry, but I can’t believe I’m talking to this thing. He’s not even real!” She whispered to Sasha.

“Camilla! Don’t say that R word. You know that it’s very offensive to this district.” Sasha quietly scolded.

“The ‘R’ word? Come on Sasha! Just look at that thing!” Milla responded as she pointed to Raz with slight anger. “He’s. Not. Real!” She said pointing to the digital idol.

“But… but I am real! Like your love for each other!” Raz responded.

“Wait what?” Milla asked.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on!” Sasha responded with slight shock.

“Don’t try to fool me! I know it’s in your eyes!” Raz playfully pointed his finger. “Your hearts are pounding like the beating drums of the ocean!” Raz chuckled.

“Wh… what does that even mean?” Sasha asked with confusion.

“It means to follow your heart, Sasha!” Raz replied.

“I… but there are many factors to consider so—” Sasha tried to respond.

“Hey, hey, we’re here to fight, alright?! Sasha, don’t question it now! And you! You’re still not real! Less talk, more rock!” Milla interrupted.

“You’re mean! How can’t you just take me seriously? After all look at me!” Raz spoke. “And I guess I have to defeat with the power of… Love Razoom!” He said forming a heart with his hands. The fight was on.

Milla and Sasha ran towards Raz dodging gridded areas that shot white bullets until they reached the end.

“How about you come down and face us you falso!” Milla spoke.

“Why hate when we can love? After all, love is the most powerful power in the world!” Raz giggled.

~

Meanwhile Raz’s voice AKA D’Artagnan and Raz’s artist AKA Norma we’re talking.

“We got some trouble Norma, what should we do?” D'Art asked.

“I got just the thing.” Norma responded as she drew in her plan. This caused Raz’s hair to be a bit longer. And his outfit having a green cape.

~

“Oh. He looks… adorable.” Milla commented.

“Try and catch me!” Raz giggled as he swam away.

“W… wait! Come back here!” Milla said as she activated a transporter to an island.

“We have to get him Sasha! I want to pinch his cheeks!” Milla told Sasha.

Sasha shrugged it off and followed Milla. Now there were green eel like creatures. Both Sasha and Milla dodged them by jumping over them or letting them pass. They then come across another transporter and was activated, leading them to another island. To which they reached the end.

~

Meanwhile, Raz’s motion capturer AKA Adam got involved.

“Adam!” Norma spoke.

“Yeah?” Adam asked.

“Keep them busy.” Norma ordered.

“Got it!” Adam replied as he did a cute dance.

“Sing and dance with me ok?” Raz asked. “1… 2… 3… peaaaaace!” Raz said as he summoned a blue trident and anchor.

“1… 2… 3… peaaaaace!” Milla sang.

“Camilla!” Sasha responded.

“Wh…what just happened!” Milla asked with slight panic while dodging Raz’s anchor. The two rockers came to an other island which was much lower than the others, across of them was a yellow file with a pencil icon on it. That was clearly Raz’s weak spot. But it was protected by the other two files of his voice and motion. They started off with the voice file. It was green and had a note symbol on it. Milla broke it into pieces, then headed to the motion file, which was blue with a human icon. And after breaking it, Milla attacked the design file, completely breaking it.

Causing Raz to glitch, until Norma handled the situation, which resulted in Raz’s cape being longer, wearing gloves, his shoes turning into boots, and his trident being much larger.

~

Meanwhile, Norma was trying to get the attention of Raz’s special effects designer AKA Sam.

“You need me?” Sam asked.

“Yeah! We need you, prepare the stage.” Norma ordered.

“Got it.” Sam replied as she dimmed the lights.

~

Milla and Sasha headed to the final island, where they saw Raz glowing in the dark.

“Stop. Running. Away. Raz!” Milla spoke.

“Aren’t these ones and zeroes amazing?” Raz asked. “Through them, I can link my feelings with all my fans around the world!” He explained. “Everyone? Are you ready?” Raz asked the ‘audience’.

Milla and Sasha headed to one of the islands which had Raz’s special effects. The file was red with a film symbol on it. Milla immediately broke the special effects. While dodging Raz’s anchor. Then she and Sasha moved on to Raz’s motion file. This time Sasha attacked the file, causing it to break. After that, the voice file was next. Sasha again broke the file. Leaving the design file vulnerable. They arrived back to the island with the motion file and broke it into pieces. Which caused Raz to glitch.

“Listen to the soundwaves I want to give you!” Raz spoke. But then… “No! Enough of you! Please leave this place!” Raz shouted with anger.

“What… what?” Milla asked with confusion.

“We should link our intangible feelings!” Raz explained. “Shoo! Go away!” Raz glitched. Milla and Sasha looked at each other and thought of the same idea.

They had to leave.

They went back to the top. Taking every transporter they could. Running from the Sailor Idol and his Anchor.

~

When Milla and Sasha got to the top. They saw Raz waiting for them. And the four icons of Raz’s creators. They all combined their power of the trident… but had to make sure that his trident was in the right position which it was. Revealing Raz’s final form. His eyes were pure white, his hands were like claws. And he had a tail.

“I’ve made up our mind! Get out! You gys are no longer welcomed here!” Raz ordered. And after that, he did a demonic-like screech.

“Wh…what is that thing! Where’s my cute sailor idol!” Milla said as she dodged the bullets. She saw purple bullets glowing and decided to parry them breaking each of the four files of Raz, leaving him weak.

“There’s only one thing left to Milla.” Sasha told th guitarist.

“Great idea, let’s get rid of that thing!” Milla responded. She set her guitar on attack mode, while Zuke prepared his drum sticks.

“BUNKA”

“JUNKA”

“SHAKALAKA-BAM!” they shouted. Causing a blue light to attack at the idol. Causing an eye to open up.

“Well that door looks inviting.” Milla smirked.

“Shall we?” Zuke replied.

When the two entered, they jumped out of the computer, to where Ra’s creators were. And they were scared. What were they going to do? Were they going to get attacked? Well no… but Milla did pull the plug on their plans… literally.

“You guys are quite talented. But there are bigger things at play here and you kods shouldn’t get involved.” Milla spoke. “Stay in school, do your homework, and most importantly… never turn Raz into that thing again. Ever.” Milla ended.

“Come on Milla, we got to go.” Sasha spoke.

“Well… ok then. Bye!” Milla said as she and Sasha left the building. On their way back to the sewers.

~

Later, the news was on. Reporting on what had happened.

“Once again, the group known as Bunk Bed Junction has hijacked yet another concert.” The newscaster stated. “Even the cute and bubbly Raz was not spared from their plan for total dominance.” We managed to get hold of these two elusive rockers while they were cowardly fleeing from the scene at Akusuka last night.” The newscaster explained. The tv then cuts to a reporter on a street asking Sasha and Milla questions.

“Milla! Sasha! Why are you hijacking NSR’s concerts?” The reporter asked.

“Huh? Are you from the news? Does that mean I’m on TV?” Milla asked with curiosity.

“Yes. A lot of people are distressed by your reckless behaviors. Do you have any remorse for your actions?” The reporter asked.

“Wow… I’m on TV!” Milla smiled. She pushed the reporter and waved her hand on screen. Until Ford punched the tv.

“Great. You owe me a TV, Ford.” A woman spoke in annoyance.

“That doesn’t matter… and why did you place it in my office?” Ford asked. “But it doesn’t matter, we need to fix this. Bring me the horn of mending!” He ordered.

“The horn of mending? Don’t tell me you’re bringing 'him’ into this.” The woman spoke.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. If we don’t do anything, we’ll more than just a district.” Ford spoke. The woman sighed and gave the horn of mending to Ford who played to call someone. And when he did…

“Ah, ich schätze, dass ich gerufen wurde.” A man spoke. “LARS IS ON THE WAY!” he shouted as he head towards NSR Tower.

When he arrived there, he was dressed in a white dresser shirt, and black overalls and black shoes, and had green skin and black hair.

“Well, well, well, es war an der Zeit, dass Sie sich entschieden, dieses Horn zu blasen!” The man spoke to Ford.

“Nice to see you too, Lars.” Ford replied.

“Ebenfalls! And hellooo, Miss.” Lars responded as he looked at the woman. “Ich habe dich nicht vergessen.” He spoke.

“I’m going to… check if the editors downstairs need my input.” The woman spoke as she left.

“Bis demnächst!” Lars replied.

“Ugh… I hope not.” She replied back with disgust.

“Alright, Ich bin hier! Sie können jederzeit beginnen.” Lars spoke to Ford.

“I take it you are unaware of the events that had transpired within Vinyl City the past few days.” Ford explained.

“Keine Ahnung, egal!” Lars responded.

“I thought so.” Ford replied. “A band called Bunk Bed Junction has been slowly claiming our districts. They’re now moving up to—”

“Woah, Mr. Cruller, ich bin nicht hier, um über die Politik von Vinyl City zu sprechen, okay? Ich bin nur hier, um Ihre Entschuldigung entgegenzunehmen.” Lars interrupted. “Come on, I don’t have all day.” He spoke.

“Mmmhmm. Did I mention that one of the members of this band is a drummer named Sasha? Would that interest you?” Ford asked.

“Oh… hast du Sasha gesagt? Ich könnte tun, was du willst.” Lars responded with a grin of interest. And after that, Lars headed out to Vinyl City to pay Sasha a visit.

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FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 28 - Part 1 BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

I was on cloud nine.

When I got home from dropping Sam off at his dorm, Ciera and Kaitlyn were getting ready for their date while I zoned out, my mind replaying last night with my hands on Sam's naked body, my lips on his.

It was perfect and in a matter of hours Sam will be knocking on my door and informing me that he broke up with Boring Benjamin.

"I don't think I've ever seen you look this happy," Ciera commented while she leaned into the bathroom mirror and carefully drew a long line of eyeliner onto her eyelid.

Kaitlyn was picking clothes in Ciera's bedroom.

Then Ciera added.

"The sex must've been good."

I chuckled.

"The best. You don't even know."

"I promise you, it wasn't as good as the sex I had last night," she spoke confidently.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh yeah?" I questioned with a sly smile.

I watched through the bathroom mirror as Ciera smiled softly to herself.

"Yeah, she was..."

I shook my head.

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there. I'm happy for you guys and whatever but that's my ex-girlfriend you slept with and I'm not trying to hear details on that."

Ciera rolled her eyes.

"Okay, loser, then tell me about your night because I know you're dying to."

I grinned with a hint of a laugh because that's how happy I was as I explained my night before with Sam.

I didn't go into what transpired between Sam and Jude, I wanted to burn that memory and hope Sam does too.

"And right now," I said after finishing up.

"He's breaking it off with Boring Benjamin and we won't have to deal with anymore bullshit."

Just the thought of being able to kiss and hold and touch Sam whenever I want had my head feeling light and my heart feeling full.

"I'm happy for you guys. Just don't fuck it up over dumb shit this time and actually talk things through."

"We did talk. We talked about taking it slow this time."

"That's good. I think that's smart."

Ciera was still talking when I got a text message from Sam.

To: Noah Wright [I wasn't able to do it, I'll explain later.] From: Samuel Moretti

My heart dropped and I stood up.

"What's wrong?" I heard Ciera ask but I was too confused with Sam's messages to respond.

To: Noah Wright [Please don't be upset.] From: Samuel Moretti

"What the fuck?" I muttered to myself and pressed on the call icon in his contact and brought my phone up to my ear.

After two rings, the call was declined.

To: Noah Wright [I can't talk right now, I'm with Ben.] From: Samuel Moretti

Ciera stopped putting on makeup and turned to me with a concerned look.

To: Samuel Moretti [What the fuck do you mean don't be upset? Sam, call me right now.] From: Noah Wright

To: Noah Wright [I will. Give me an hour.] From: Samuel Moretti

To: Samuel Moretti [You can't be serious.] From: Noah Wright

To: Noah Wright [I'm sorry.] From: Samuel Moretti

"What the fuck?" I questioned out loud.

I wanted to throw my cell-phone against the wall.

"What just happened?" Ciera asked me.

I took a deep breath and handed her my phone.

Ciera read the messages as I tried not to get too worked up over Sam's vague fucking texts.

I shook my head.

"Of fucking course," I muttered before exclaiming...

"Of course. God, why can't anything just go my fucking way? Just once. Fuck."

Ciera set down my cell-phone and turned to me cautiously.

"Hey, just take a deep breath. Clearly there's a reason why Sam couldn't break up with Ben right now, that doesn't mean he won't."

"Oh really? And what fucking reason could Sam have for not breaking up with Ben right fucking now?"

I knew I shouldn't take my anger out on Ciera but I couldn't help the curse words that flew out of my mouth and the rise in volume in my voice.

"I don't know but don't get so worked up over it just yet, okay? Go sit down and take some deep breaths."

"Fuck this," I said, grabbing my phone and was about to walk out of the bathroom when Ciera grabbed my arm.

She gave me a stern look.

"Chill, Noah. Relax and wait for Sam to call you. Don't do anything irrational when you don't even know what's going on, got it?"

I took a deep breath 'in through my nose and out through my mouth' before nodding and Ciera released me but I couldn't sit still.

Sam wouldn't text me back after I messaged him to explain through text and Ciera and Kaitlyn left for the day, so I was stuck anxiously waiting to figure out what the hell Sam was talking about.

Until he called me two hours later.

"What the fuck, Sam?" was how I answered his call.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry. Benjamin's Grandma just passed away and Ben was really close to her and he asked me to go to the funeral with him."

I groaned.

"Fucking Hell and you obviously said yes."

"What was I supposed to do?" he asked me with his voice rising.

"Say, 'go to it yourself, she's not my fucking grandma?' I don't know."

Sam scoffed.

"I couldn't do that."

"Clearly not," I spoke bitterly.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm just going to be gone for a few days with him and then I'll do it when we get back?"

"Do what?" I asked because I wanted him to say it out loud even though I knew Sam rolled his eyes at that.

"Break up with Benjamin, you asshole."

"Right, I'm the asshole," I scoffed.

"I'm sorry Noah. Do you think I want to be here?"

"You tell me," I muttered but I knew I was overreacting.

"Noah," Sam said my name like he was disappointed.

I sighed.

"No, I don't think you want to be there but please, Sam, end it after this," I said with edge to my words.

"I know, I will. I'm sorry Noah, I didn't expect this to happen."

I knew he was right but I still hated this.

"I know."

But the thought of Sam and Boring-Benjamin together for the next couple days.

'Ugh.'

"Please don't kiss him."

"Noah, I want to be kissing you, not him, okay? I'll end it once we get back. I gotta go, I can't be on my cell-phone too much or he'll know something's off. I'm sorry."

And then Sam hung up.

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hello! just here to tell you i just saw your blog icon and my eyesight failed me so bad i went :

oh hey is that the fox from the crane wives as a pfp :0?

*squints* wait nvm it´s a sea slug" i love those, ok let´s zoom in on it :D

*clicks* fox.

gsafdgdsf yea anyways! hope you have a nice day, stranger on my dash :) <3 (love the pfp haha)

Thank you! I drew this years and years ago now, but I did just recently get super into the Crane Wives lol <3

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[Video transcript with descriptions of the images: a Tiktok video by @ AnnaAkana showing two characters played by the same person. Long post so transcript under the cut.

Person 1: hey how do you deal with self doubt? How do you create art in the face of so much criticism and hate and being so bad at things in the beginning?

Person 2: okay bestie. Chill out. Rude. You could have stopped several words ago.

Person 1: no but I mean you, you always just go for it, you know, you're willing to just try stuff and I feel like I get paralysed at the idea of being bad or being perceived and then I blink and give years have gone by and I've done nothing.

Person 2: okay. Have you ever seen Hokusai's The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife painting?

Person 1: no

Person 2: you definitely know Hokusai. He created one of the most iconic images in history the Great Wave off Kanagawa.

Video cuts to the painting of a large blue and white wave engulfing two or three small wooden fishing boats with a tall snow capped mountain possibly Mount Fuji in the background.

Person 2: it's that Japanese tidal wave image that's in like every sushi restaurant and white boys house next to like his samurai sword collection. So anyway Hokusai made that but like 15 years prior he made the Dream of the Fisherman's Wife.

There's a crashing sound as the video cuts very briefly to a painting of a Japanese woman lying on her back and being pleasured by two octopuses then back to the confused face of person 1.

Person 1: what is what what

Another crash as the painting is shown again. The nipples and crotch area are censored by black blocks. The large octopus has its mouth over her crotch and its tentacles around her body. The small octopus is beside her head with a tentacle in her mouth and some on her chest and neck. The background is filled entirely with Japanese writing.

Person 1: what does this have to do with anything?

Person 2: okay. So what you're looking at is a woman being pleasured by a daddy son cephalopod duo but I wanna direct your attention to the background where you see like a ton of Japanese right. Now I'm gonna translate what this Japanese says.

Person 1: oh no

Person 2 clears her throat: so the large octopus is saying, "Your "bobo" is ripe and full, how wonderful! To suck and suck and suck some more. All eight limbs to interwine with!! How do you like it this way? Ah, look! The inside has swollen, moistened by the warm waters of lust."

Person 1: oh

Person 2: the super hot bestie here is saying, "Your sucking at the mouth of my womb makes me gasp for breath! Aah! Yes... it's... there!!! With the sucker, the sucker!! Inside, squiggle, squiggle, oooh! Oooh, good, oooh good! There, there! Theeeeere! Goood! Whew! Aah! Good, good, aaaaaaaaaah! Yes, it tingles now; soon there will be no sensation at all left in my hips. Ooooooh! Boundaries and borders gone! I've vanished...!!!!!!"

Person 2: now the tiny bestie here is saying, "After daddy finishes, I too want to rub and rub my suckers at the ridge of your furry place until you disappear and then I'll suck some more. "Chyu chyu...""

Person 2: which is like kissing noises.

Person 1 covers their face.

Person 2: this is in a museum. It's in the British Library in London. So if you ever doubt yourself just remember this man created the original tentacle corn in 1814 and then he went off to become one of the most celebrated artists of all time. Because he drew like the ocean. So your art it's, it's probably fine.

Person 1: wow okay. That is not where I expected this video to go

Person 2 chuckles: but it worked right.

Person 1: honestly yeah. Yeah it did. I don't, I don't think I'm gonna overthink my art anytime soon after knowing that this, this exists.

Person 2: you know it's really interesting the Japanese title for this piece is actually called Tako to Ama which means the octopus and the shell diver and there's a debate in the artistic community that the Western translation the Dream of the Fisherman's Wife actually robs this woman of her agency and dilutes the painting's true message. Don't fuck your coworkers.

Person 1: yeah definitely got that message from looking at that.

Person 2: imagine if we thought about porn titles like this

Person 1: oh Raiders of the Lost Ass focuses too much on the raiders not enough on the ass.

Person 2: Men in Back. Why aren't we centering this on whose back it is.

Person 1: Inspect Her Gadget. That one passes the Bechdel test and I like the implication that she's just got a really great toy

Person 2: Pulp Friction services both parties

Person 1: Position Impossible equal representation

Person 2: The Hills Have Thighs indeed they do

Both snap their fingers.

Person 1: Willy Wanker, we love a self love message

Person 2: Cherry Poppins an innocent coming of age between two consenting parties

Person 1: Chitty Chitty Gangbang alludes to the community

Person 2: Big Trouble in Little Vagina okay now I know this is getting ridiculous and I already know that, that no sponsor is going to sign off on this so this video is just for me.

Person 1: it's just for me.

Person 2: it's just for us

Person 1: and it's probably gonna get banned on the internet. It's gonna get shadow banned. But you gotta know about it. And now you're never gonna stop thinking about it just like I don't. I think about it every day.

Person 2: I'm not even making any money on this. Let's be real. I paid to make this. I paid to make this video. I lost money bringing this message to you.

Person 1: you're welcome.

Person 2: so

Person 1: every video costs $3000

Person 2: um subscribe I guess. I don't know.

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Anna Akana

Hokusai - Dream of fisherman's wife