#WHOOOO ITS DONE !!

[insertsomthinawesome]

I’ll keep coming back o7 Trigun stampede. Absolutely floored by this show and all the heart and effort put into it. Its incredibly and full of love. I’m so excited to see what Studio Orange does with the rest of the series! I was really proud of this one, so I’m going to include more zoom shots beneath the cut!! -NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-

[marsipain]

I’m proud to present this collab involving me and 5 incredible artist’s drawing of the ninja in christmas themed dresses, referenced directly from a nightcore switching vocals youtube video (don’t question it lmao) which will be linked under the cut!

Some of the artist’s @s from different platforms are on the bottom of their respective piece, but here are all the tumblr ones:

Cole - @greenflowerfan420

Kai - @twigs-sprigs

Lloyd - @mrsnaildood

Jay - @luh-loyds

Zane - me

Nya - @whitexisneutral

Please check out their stuff, they all worked very hard on this and they deserve all the love you can give! <3

We had to add another one to fit all the ninja haha

[istherewifiinhell]

okay now the fucked up sleep decisions are starting to show the effects......

[ashtondawnpng]

i've been in artist hyperfocus mode for a while and my sib just got me out of it enough to actually go to bed. when did 9 pm turn into 4 am??

[ancharan]

i am so excited to share this comic with you

doing some normal research for this erotic comic im making

[trappedinafantasy37]

Alright! It is finally time to face the Elder Brain and end this run. For a little disclaimer, I did complete this run just a few days before Patch 7. I just have posting paralysis and shit sits in my drafts forever before I post things.

Shadowheart tried to dominate the Elder Brain. But, her plan was an abysmal failure.

And doomsday has arrived for the city of Baldur's Gate.

Pro tip: before walking into the apocalypse, make sure your pet illithid is well fed. Locally sourced brains are the preferred nutrition, but store bought is fine.

Despite the apocalyptic scenario she finds herself in, Minthara is enjoying herself and having a grand old time. Definitely the kind of person who thrives in chaos and is her most calm when shit hits the fan.

At the beginning of this all, Shadowheart was alone, trying to navigate the dangers by herself. She felt that she did not need any allies as they would be nothing but liabilities. But Minthara was the one who, ironically, pulled her out of the darkness and gave her the push she needed to step away from Shar. She never could have made it this far without her.

A failed Sharran, a drow, and an illithid walk into a bar...

Meet my friends!

RAWR!

Now this is what I call some quality gameplay! No one can attack you if they can't see you. And even if they could see you, you've evoked the "you can't touch me" rules!

In a final act of desperation, the nether brain pleads for its life, trying to entice Shadowheart into becoming Absolute. Of course, Minthara wants Shadowheart to take the brain and they can rule the world as gods. Sadly, Shadowheart has turned into a helpless do-gooder and destroyed the brain. Lame.

Yay! They saved the city and Minthara unintentionally did a good thing! Now, she wants to get shitfaced so she can forget the awful experience of being a hero against her will.

So, Shadowheart sleeps and Minthara trances, right? Meaning Minthara wakes up long before Shadowheart does. Therefore, Minthara has spent at least 4 hours just sitting here, staring at Shadowheart and waiting for her to wake up. I mean, I would do the same thing too...

Babygurl, it is just me and you here. Who the hell do you think I've been partying with without you? Who are you so afraid of? Who are you trying to poison?

You know, Withers could have just visited the evil lesbians in Baldur's Gate instead of throwing this lavish and extravagant party in the middle of nowhere.

Whoooo boi! This has probably been the longest it has taken me to ever complete a run in Baldur's Gate. Not because it was difficult, but because I was fighting burn-out at the same time, and, well, life stuff happened. But now with Patch 7 being here, I can finally download and install some mods to bring back that spark and replay Daedra and maybe complete that Karlach origin that I keep putting off. This will probably be the last time I do a Shadowheart origin as I have already done it three times and I miss her as a companion.

This is my first duo run and I have had a lot of fun with it. Knowing that I only had two companions and limited resources really made me approach combat and scenarios more tactfully and prepare in advance. It also provided me with some really good RP reasons to make some not so morally good decisions. This was a run that started off with Shadowheart making evil decisions out of necessity and survival, but then her selectively choosing to be good and to be better as she knows she has the power to be better. And having a powerhouse like Minthara at her side certainly gave her the confidence. Of course, Minthara had to get dragged through all this character development, grumbling and bitching about it the entire time. Although, I do not think she learned the same lessons as Shadowheart did as she is still up to her same old drow shenanigans.

This entire run was completely inspired by a random Shadowthara gifset I came across months ago and I knew I just had to do it. Shadowheart and Minthara have very quickly become one of my favorite ships and is my second favorite ship for Minthara specifically. I always knew that Shadowheart and Minthara had some overlap in their stories, but I didn't realize just how much they did overlap. I feel most people probably would have had Shadowheart go the DJ route with Minthara (and would be the canon route if Shadowheart only had Minthara by her side). So I went the opposite direction and found a good RP motivator to make Shadowheart reject Shar instead. To be honest, I think Minthara and Selunite Shadowheart mesh better together than DJ Shadowheart (although DJ Shaodwheart and Minthara are delicious in their own way).

Now that the run is completely over, I will get to my final wrap up in the next coming days. I will also polish out the chapters I have already written for my Shadowheart fic and start getting it published. And for all those who have followed me through this run when you really didn't have to:

Thank you!

< Orin |

[pumpkinsy0]

Can we get head canons of the Shepard/ Curtis gang thanksgiving that Ponyboy and Curly would inevitably and accidentally make happen

cant b thankful for SHIT w these two, we need them away from everyone else

•i wanna talk about pony and curly as adults who moved in together so thats the papercut we get this post god damn it,,,they wanna celebrate w their family

•is this where i come out and say i dont think the shepard gang is AS familial as the curtis gang??? like they have their moments and some of the shepard gang is closer to the actual shepards than others, bit not ALL of the shepard gang is seen as a family, just like 3ish and when it comes to curlys own gang, into his adulthood hes only rlly cool w one of them so hes in there too

•ANYWAYS, usually they pick a family to visit, butthe plan WAS that curlys part of the family would come over, but then most of em called in to cancel, so pony just invited his gang over

•howeverrrrr curlys family schedule changed so they COULD visit, but curly literally just forgot to tell pony, even HE somehow forgot they were coming over, and when they showed up at the front door when the curtis gang was already inside u can bet how confused they were

•especially the curtis gang (yes including pony), cause they can handle the shepards being there, thats fine, not expected, but fine!!! however whoooo r these random ppl w em and do they know them??? did they sneak in here for food🤔🤔🤔

•a big reason y everyone is even there IS for food so THANKFULLY both gangs brought some food and for a while everything was alright, but half of the mfs here have a blackhole as a stomach so the food could rlly only go so far

•bc of curlys fuck up hes the one who has to keep going outside to get the food n stuff, minus a turkey tho bc pony and curly tried doing that thing where u deep fry a turkey but they nearly blew the whole block up so thats just out of the equation, yknow what was the main dish??? mac n cheese of course and tim was the one who made it, thank god cause pony was gonna whip out the velveeta 😩😩

•if theres one things white americans can cook, its pies, and pony was in charge of em, so u know that things gonna b sweet as hell AND he had to hit curlys, two, and sodas hand away from stealing a taste before it was done

•just realized this also means everyone would have to see the dirty joke variation of the “kiss the cook” apron curly bought, just ruining everyone appetite,,,i hate them both,,,

•no matter what age, curly and pony will always go on that walk where u knowwww these mfs r just out to get high, and half the gang r totally smokers, so when it happened more than half the people attending just randomly left

•the fight over left overs was insane, that one vid w that guy going “THATS MY PLATE” its like that

[vee-beeee]

(Part one) Robo Road Trip

HIIII

This is PART ONE BABY (edit I FINISHED COOKING right here)

Okay the last dbh post was KINDAA giving depression so heres a FLUFFY fluffy one thats been bouncing around my brain for a couple days, part one as im going to make a continuation that shows what camping is like with the boys.

Premise: Road Trip to the West coast with Conner, Nines and Sixty

Imagine those roads with trees surrounding them, thats the vibe

Also first time writing for SIXTY whoooo hope im not trash, he acts like a smug dramatic guy so idk

Conner, Nines and Sixty x reader

I believeee this is around 3k lol i went ham

Warnings: maybe a bad word because sixty, fluff with a capitol F, part one

I also recommended listening to ANY Lord Huron song while reading this, that is basically the road trip music

(Hey sidenote, I know some of the ecosystem is TRASHED in dbh but lets pretend thats not happening LOL)

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You were so happy to get out of the city.

And into the car for a 35 hour drive.

You really wanted to show your boys the mountain you would always camp at when you were on the West Coast. They all hadn't been outside of Detroit, being made to do one job IN Detroit, but now they were all deviant.

And you wanted to show them a taste of the outside world.

It took a while for you all to get packed, the droids really wanted to try experimenting with their wardrobes on this trip. They sought to explore their inner human as much as possible.

You all needed the appropriate gear, so you guys went on a little shopping spree to find a tent and basic camping stuff. Hank had actually tagged along to coach you guys on what to get, having gone camping a couple times himself. (he mostly talked with you and Conner while sending glares to Sixty and Nines)

You ended up getting a pretty fancy tent that was big enough for all of you, and some essential equipment for cooking and cleaning. You also snuck in some board and card games, even though you knew they would beat you. But you could probably win ONE time...

Right??

After buying the gear, you guys got planning. You could only stay camping for 5 days, as the station didn't necessarily enjoy losing 4 cops. Especially 3 of the 4 being advanced detective androids. But it had worked out, (the boys having saved an astronomical amount of sick days) and you planned on going sometime in the fall. You decided on a week and you remember hurriedly running to your calendar and circling the date and also drawing a bunch of small doodles around it. The boys had all watched you fondly, getting excited themselves.

It all lead up to this moment, where Conner sitting next to you in the driver seat and was setting the location in his new GPS, Nines and Sixty where packing the car, and you were making a road trip playlist. (Hey that's very important!)

"Hey Conner?" He hummed in response and didn't look at you, too busy trying to figure out a new gadget he got for his car.

"Do you like Lord Huron?" You were trying to decide what the perfect music to play was and realized that Lord Huron existed. You weren't really sure how androids experienced music so you thought of asking. He huffed out a sigh directed at the troublesome device and turned to look at your phone, where you also had your eyes glued.

"I don't really listen to music as such, but Hank has introduced me to heavy metal. Is it like that?" You giggled remembering Hanks music taste

"No its more gentle, relaxing. It reminds me of walking in the woods." Out of the corner of your eye Conner looked away, LED blinking amber and blue. He looked back at you with a soft smile and this time you met his gaze.

"That sounds delightful, my dear. Perfect for this occasion" You flushed at the nickname, and he chuckled seeing your reaction. He leaned in and kissed your cheek before exiting the car, hearing Sixty's call that they were almost done. You sat in the vehicle, skin heating, and raising a hand to graze the place he kissed you. You loved when he did that. A steady knock at the window startled you and you whipped around to see a familiar face (sixty) smirking at you, seeing that you were flushed. You stuck your tongue out at him and he reciprocated, sticking his tongue back at you.

"If you two would stop behaving like children, we would be done much sooner." A booming voice cut through your contest with sixty, and you watched him roll his eyes and face an annoyed Nines. You got out of the car to go help the RK900 with what he was carrying. He was still grumpy so you smiled softly at him and mouthed an apology. He relaxed slightly, but still shot a glare at sixty, who chuckled and went back into the apartment and get more bags. You then took the time to appreciate Conner's awesome Bat Mobile car. It had a huge trunk that managed to fit all of your stuff, tent included. It was truly a miracle machine.

You walked over to the car and gave the suitcase to Conner who situated it nicely in a perfect space. You were also lucky to have android boyfriends who were amazing at managing tight spaces and fitting things into them.

After a couple of minutes, Sixty emerged with the last of the bags. He informed you all that he locked the house up and engaged the security systems. The final step. You were really going.

You all piled into the car, both Nines and Sixty insisting you take the front seat. You accepted, but promised to swap with them when you got to the next stop. Most rest stops would be for you, needing to get food or use a restroom. The droids didn't need anything but told you they needed to get up and stretch their legs once in a while ( but you think that was just their excuse so they could follow you around and make sure you were safe at suspicious gas stations.)

After a while of driving through the city, Conner was getting on the highway when you announced that you would be playing a Lord Huron song and see how everyone liked it. You turned on "Meet Me in the Woods" and leaned back to look out the window.

"I took a little journey to the unknown,

And I've come back changed I can feel it in my bones

I messed with the forces our eyes cant see

Now the darkness got a hold on me

Oh, the darkness got a hold on me"

You had closed your eyes and started to quietly sing along, and realized you should see what the others thought about it. You turned your head slightly to Conner staring out at the road ahead, his LED blinking yellow and blue. He had a soft, lingering smile on his face and his posture was relaxed.

Sixty had his eyes closed, leaning his head all the way back on the seat and seemed to be absorbing the music.

Nines was also leaning back, arms crossed. He was staring out the window with his LED a soft, stable amber. He turned slightly to just catch the end of your gaze and his lips twitched in a cute, endearing way. It was a Nines smile. You smiled back at him and turned around to look out the front windshield. It was raining slightly, and you were just leaving the city and into the unknown. It was perfect.

After the song had finished, you tore your eyes away from the road

"Did you all like it?" you hopefully gazed at each individual and noticed they all looked at peace. Conner spoke first

"Do you have more music of that energy? I think I enjoyed it."

"I agree. More please"

"Indeed"

You looked around to see everyone nodding their heads and you beamed. And so, your playlist made it past the android enjoyment test. You settled in as it started the next song, feeling content. You could totally do 35 hours.

(4 hours in)

Update: why would you do this to yourself. 35 hours? Were you crazy? You loved road trips as much as the next guy, but you were dying. You guys were currently stuck in traffic, and the boys had gotten involved in a pretty intense "dad stuck in traffic" fight.

"Nines, going on I90 would have taken us to the heart of Chicago, do you want more traffic?"

"No it wouldn't if we took the round about. Whose the more advanced android here Conner."

"Woah, low blow"

"Be quiet Sixty"

This started as Nines getting mad at Conner for taking them down a road that had high traffic at that hour, and Conner defending himself. Sixty had no argument, he just liked being included.

"I took 294 because I knew it would keep us out of the worst of the traffic. No matter what, traffic is inevitable."

"It could have been avoidable had you followed my instructions"

You were sitting in the passenger seat, eyes squeezed shut listening to them argue. It was infuriating.

So you did something.

"Guys I'm going to jump out of the car and sprint down the street like a crazy person if you don't stop arguing. I'm dead serious" You snapped and stared them down. Or a least you tried, because your face betrayed you and you broke out into a smile giggle.

Conner looked guilty at first, but saw your grin and started chuckling, envisioning you running down the street like a madman. Nines bristled, still annoyed. Even if your giggle made his lips quirk. You made eye contact with Sixty and he was smirking at you, taking out his coin to mess around with.

You eventually sighed, a couple minutes having passed. You turned around to address Nines.

"Traffic was inevitable" then you turned to Conner "No arguing". You took Conner's hand in yours and held it. Another smile broke out onto his face and he turned to look out on the road. You felt a hand graze your neck and you twisted around to see Nines reaching out. He moved forward to peck your temple and then quietly apologized to Conner.

Mission Successful.

But that was mission one. Mission two was figuring out how to go to use the bathroom. Because you were currently stuck in traffic. That wasn't great. After a couple minutes of fidgeting your legs, Conner took his hand away from holding yours and looked toward you. His gaze was steady, as his LED blinked and you knew in the back of your head that he was scanning you.

"Do you have to use the lavatory?" You gasped and shoved his shoulder, watching him bite back a laugh, and then started sinking in to your seat.

"Conner! That's so embarrassing."

"Did maybe someone tell you to go before we left? Oh wait, that sounds like something I would say" Sixty spoke up from the back of the car. You turned around to gape at him, and he just sat there looking smug. You could hear Conner and Nines subdued chuckling behind the music that was playing.

You ended up holding out, absolutely refusing to go in the woods by the road, insisting that someone would see you. Conner pulled over at a gas station and you all but flew out of the car and bolted through the store until skidding to a stop right outside the bathroom.

When you got out, Sixty was buying your favorite snack and you saw Conner and Nines fueling up the car out the window. They were seriously so thoughtful.

After Sixty was done paying, you came up behind him and hugged his middle. He laughed and held your hands still on his middle, and spun you. You squeaked and he laughed harder. He stopped and unwrapped you to kiss your head and hand you your prized snack. You pecked his lips and left, both of you saying good day to the amused employee working there.

(17 hours in)

It started getting really late so you guys stayed at a motel for the night. You guys all relaxed on a fluffy bed, all party's included were happy to stretch their legs. You and Nines had been switching front seat and back seat, and Sixty had repeatedly old you he was fine where he was. Nines had revealed to you later that Sixty just wanted to sit next to you.

You got up from the bed first, eager to get ready and sleep. When you came out 30 minutes later, Conner was laying still under the blankets, staring at the celling. Nines was also under, and had rolled over to face the window. And Sixty had apparently, at some point while you were in the bathroom, been knocked off the bed. He was currently face down on the floor. You giggled and nudged his side. He rolled over, clutching his heart.

"They, (fake coughing) their so mean. They shoved me off the bed" you shook your head and leaned down on your knees to kiss his cheek. He accepted and rolled back over on his face. Conner then spoke up from the bed

"I wouldn't kiss his face, this floor is filthy." You stood up and laughed, making your way to the bed and crawling over him to slip between him and Nines. Nines stiffened until he got comfortable, and Conner wrapped his arms around you to spoon you.

"Just say your jealous she kissed me Conny" came a voice from the floor. Conner scoffed and replied with another rhetorical comment hidden in a nice tone. Nines joined in just when you started slipping into sleep, and the last thing you heard before you left to dream world was Conner whispering goodnight into your ear.

In the morning you woke up covered in androids. Very snugly droids. You all then got packed up and set off. During the drive, You found out Sixty had crawled into bed after you and shoved Nines off when he was in rest mode. Nines woke up very alarmed, and decided to continue his rest in one the the chairs in the room the motel provided. You had felt so bad afterwards, but he insisted it was fine.

You guys were driving through North Dakota today, and you were currently knitting. The boys were discussing a case that was giving them a hard time. You would have joined in but you believed in not talking about work on your precious vacation time. You were sitting in the back seat now, Sixty at your side, and it was very domestic. You felt a hand wrap itself around your knee and you smiled, continuing your stitch.

(30 hours in)

You were totally knocked out. The boys wanted to continue driving to beat traffic, and were currently talking through their android Verizon service (using their minds) as to not wake you up.

But you still accidently woke up with a start when Sixty had rolled his shoulder, unintentionally dropping your head off him. You had apparently drifted off resting your face on his soft puffy jacket.

To which he did NOT mind.

You squeaked awake, being surprisingly shoved off your pillow. Sixty immediately said a quiet apology, but it was too late. 2 angry droids turned there seats around to glare down the accused RK800.

"We told you to stay still" they said that almost in synch

"I was reaching for a blanket! I didn't know a small movement would wake her!"

You sleepily giggled at their little argument and passed out against him once again.

When you woke up for real, you were informed that you guys were almost three hours away. You breathed a sigh of relief, but still begged to pull over so you could get some air. You were in a beautiful parts of the woods and you desperately needed a stretch after sleeping on Sixty. No offence, but snuggling with androids is like snuggling with a very sturdy pillow. Your happy for it, but its not very squishy.

Nines had chuckled at how desperate you looked and obliged. You popped out and basically ran halfway down the road and back. You were huffing when you came back to the car. Conner rolled his window down, eyebrow raised. You wheezed

"Sorry, needed to run" He nodded in understanding, and actually got out himself to stretch his android joints and put on his cute little beanie. Sixty got out and straightened his tie, and Nines choose to stay in the car and work on coordinates. Sixty walked around the car to join you and Conner, and looped his arms around your waist. You yelped as he picked you up slightly to sling you back in forth.

"How are you enjoying the road trip?" He punctuated each word with a swing of your body. You were laughing when you responded "Good, but I'm excited to get there" Conner had been watching you fondly when he stated

"Nines says its 3 more hours, but we might get delayed depending on traffic." you nodded and Sixty set you down. You then went up to go hug Conner, making sure he wasn't missing any affection.

After more standing and stretching, you got in the front seat with Nines next to you, setting the car to auto drive. Conner and Sixty were sitting in the back, playing one of the card games you brought and starting to get very competitive with each other. You beamed and turned back to look at Nines. His eyes weren't on the road, however. He was staring at you with an expression of absolute love. You both sat and stared at each other until he leaned over and grabbed the back of your head, threaded his fingers into your hair, and kissed your temple. You shivered as his fingers rubbed your scalp and he grinned against your temple.

(5 minutes away from campsite)

You were bouncing off the walls excited. It had been years since you visited this spot, having been to far away after moving to Detroit. The boys had been enjoying the scenery outside the city, but now the were enthralled. The woods were huge, and the air was fresh. Moss hung from the arms of the trees and you could see your mountain peeking over the top of the forest. You guys were waiting in line at the entrance of the campsite to check in, and you were gushing about how pretty your spot was. It was nestled in the corner of the campsite, leading into a trail into your own personal forest. Complete with a little stream.

The androids were amused watching you talk about the park, but they were almost as excited as you. When you were sleeping, all they talked about was this new experience, and how happy they were to share it with you. It was interesting seeing all the new environments and experiencing what its like outside of the city. Detroit was so advanced, and they had never really been deep in the woods.

After patiently waiting, you finally got all checked in and remembered to buy some firewood.

Then, you were off.

Starting your very first camping trip with your wonderful android boyfriends

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PART ONE YALL

Hope its okay, had to really crack at this one to fit all my ideas in. Its also hard to write the dynamic between 4 people LOL

Hope I managed to capture their personalities okay

Part 2 is all about them camping so stay tuned

It might take a bit so hang on and let me cook 🔥

Sorry for plot holes or if this has been done beforee

[dexterno-artz]

Haii

its been a couple months but I'm back on the JJ grind WHOOOO

My friend wanted me to draw my sona as a JJ character so here's babey

I ALSO GOT JJ2 AND I'M SO HAPPY IM ALREADY HALFWAY DONE AND I GOT IT 2 DAYS AGO BWAHAHJFHDHAA

I crave the Golden Craig skin grrrrrhhhrhrhh

I'm loving Craig's side story sm I love him,, and brains and mik AAA 😭🥰🥰

I hope they add more,,

[squarebracketsmileyface]

I have no clue if anyone has offered up this song before. (Or if you're still taking them) But Des Rocs - Nothing Personal Reminds me Sorry, Its locked. Specifically how Alex treats Jay. (I hope you see my vision)

Oooooo i haven't heard of this song before. It's fun. I'm definitely still taking songs, i'm always taking songs, i fucking love getting new songs for sorry it's locked lol. its the best way to think about the fic while i can't actually write it for whatever reason.

The way the dude sounds like he's losing his mind as the song progresses is so perfect honestly, because yeah, Alex is slowly losing his mind.

Okay, shitty sleep deprived lyric analysis whoooo. Enjoy lmao, if this makes no sense blame my going to sleep at 4am last night.

I found you sleeping in my coffin Pale white and in your favourite party dress I start to feel a little nauseous Bloody tears, they are falling as I wept

Okay, but like, this whole thing makes it sound like the singer is a vampire, right? Alex feeling like he's undead. He's dead but his body just keeps going.

The first line is like when Alex woke up after he and Jay had sex at his house. He woke up to find Jay in his bed (i know he didn't actually wake up in the morning with Jay in his bed, he found Jay in the laundry closet, but he can have woken up in the middle of the night or something and saw Jay), in his coffin if we're going by the whole undead thing, which i am, and he feels like he must have drained Jay dry (of energy not actual blood, but you know) hence the 'paleness,' and he starts to realize just how badly he's fucked up by doing all the things he refused to in college.

And it makes him feel sick and really upset because in the back of his mind he starts to realize he's going to have to drive Jay away, otherwise it'll cause all sorts of issues.

You could use a little action Run away and lead a life without consequence Reaching for a book of matches Strike a light and you'll see the real mess that I am

Alex want's Jay to leave of his own accord, he wants Jay to take action and leave so that he doesn't have to kill him, and if he makes Jay think he's making the decision to leave on his own he's more likely to stick with it. If Alex just told him to leave, Jay would more likely try even harder to get answers and figure out what's happening.

Alex is going to show Jay just how nasty he can be, just what a mess of a person he can be, in hopes that it'll scare Jay away and keep him safe.

I swear it's nothing personal (X8)

Alex is desperately trying to remind himself that it's not anything to do with a personal dislike for Jay (it's literally the exact opposite lol), he is doing everything to keep Jay safe, and if Jay was anyone else he'd have done the same to try and save them (as long as he liked them the same way he liked Jay)

I'm gonna take you home 'Til the morning comes I swear it's nothing personal I swear that it is nothing personal

Self explanatory, he took Jay home and they had sex at his house, in his bed, for the first time. And then in the morning he did a full 180 from being lovely to being a dick, but it wasn't personal. it's not because he hates Jay or anything like that and he's desperate to remind himself of that and prove himself.

I, I see your collar bone And wanna lose control I swear it's nothing personal I swear that it is nothing personal

Gay. Lmao. Sorry, anyway, yeah, Alex saw Jay again in that parking lot and he just wanted to, like, let things go back to how they used to be even just for a little bit. He wanted to 'lose control' and just ignore all the stuff he's meant to be doing (killing Jay) to do something enjoyable instead (fucking Jay), and that 'loss' of control would actually be him taking control of the situation, and taking control of Jay again, like back in college.

This time when Alex swears it's nothing personal he's doing it in a desperate attempt to tell himself that it's not because he likes Jay, he's just pent up and frustrated and anyone would do. But it is personal. It is because it's Jay. He knows he'll have to kill him at some point, but he's trying desperately to find a reason not to do it yet.

I, I wanna drain you of the mourning I wanna tear away the shadows brick by brick I know you could've used a warning You thought I kissed you just to borrow some lipstick?

Alex hopes that taking Jay back to his house and having sex with him there will kind of make it so that Jay's less upset by having to make the decision to leave. Logically, he knows that's not how that works and fucking Jay at his house and in his bed just made it more painful for Jay to leave, because he finally got a taste of everything he'd been hoping he could one day have with Alex, but then again Alex isn't thinking straight, so.

Jay definitely could have used a warning when it came to everything Alex did, like, all the stuff the morning after, but Alex couldn't give him one. If Alex had given Jay a warning that he was going to be lovely to him and then turn a full 180, that would have worked against Alex's goal of making Jay hate him.

Also, the last line, about the lipstick, to me kinda sounds like the singer is saying that he didn't just kiss his partner for some stupid reason, like to borrow their lipstick. He kissed them for a real reason. Alex kissing Jay on the forehead and cheek and all that wasn't for no reason, Alex did it because he likes Jay and he knew that'd be the last chance he ever got to do that.

Go be a stranger at a party Reading lips across a room of empty space With a secret you keep guarded Like a funeral buries all our past mistakes

Again, Alex needing Jay to leave and hate him and become a stranger.

I swear it's nothing personal (X8)

I'm gonna take you home Until the morning comes I swear it's nothing personal I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I see your collar bone And wanna lose control I swear it's nothing personal I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I'm gonna take you home Unil the morning comes I swear it's nothing personal I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I see your collar bone And wanna lose control I swear it's nothing personal I swear that it is nothing personal

I... (X4)

I'm gonna take you home 'Til the morning comes I swear it's nothing personal I swear that it is nothing personal

I, I see your collar bone And wanna lose control I swear it's nothing personal I swear that it is nothing personal

I...

All repeated lyrics so same as above because i'm too tired to come up with anything else, i keep going to bed at 3am

[kimjimagery]

This story base off of some stripes I read from "Goomer"

And this popped into my head. And a story!

One too Many

By KimJ

The night club was thick with the scent of beer and smoke and perfume everyone was partying and having a good time. Goomer, sat on the bar stool, swayed like a drunken pendulum, his laughter echoing off the walls. He gripped his half-empty glass, its contents sloshing precariously with every movement.

“Another round, Op? On the house, eh?” Goomer slurred, his words a muddled mess.

Op, his friend, sighed. “Goomer, buddy, you’ve had enough.” Op’s voice was firm, but laced with concern. “You’re done for the night.”

Goomer, however, was lost in his own universe, a universe of flickering lights and distorted faces. “No, no, Op. We’re just getting started.” He hiccupped, "One more, just one more, for the road, eh?"

Op shook his head. “Goomer, it’s time to go I’ll walk ya back to the hotel.”

“Hotel? That place is boring. We gotta have fun tonight, Op. Whoooo!” Goomer’s voice rose an octave, drawing curious glances from other patrons.

Op, knowing enough was enough, paid the tab and helped Goomer down from the stool.

They stepped out into the cool night air, The neon signs of the street reflected in Goomer’s glazed eyes. He swayed like a willow in a strong wind, his limbs flailing drunkenly talking gibberish.

Op stifled a groan, his patience wearing thin it was amusing to hear Goomer dunk talk but now it was getting annoying and concerning. He wrapped his arm around Goomer, urging him towards their destination.

"Where are we going?" Goomer ask while hiccupping.

“I’m taking ya Home.” Op answered

"Home," Goomer mumbled, "home" He looked around the dimly lit city, the aliens bystanders that walk by staring at him with the look of pity and amusement that had become his daily reality. "Never thought I'd be… be this far out. Never thought I'd miss… miss Earth so much."

Op looked at Goomer puzzled. Goomer just went from being so jolly to this moment of sorrow, so quick.

"Earth… Earth was a good place," Goomer croaked, his voice a raspy whisper. "Used to think I'd be… be back there soon. But every day… every day it feels further away."

Goomer clutched at Op's arm, his grip tight, his voice trembling.

"What am I doing here, Op? What am I… what am I doing on this… this planet?"

Op didn't answer. He just kept walking, guiding Goomer through the streets. He'd learned that silence was often the best response to Goomer's drunken rambling.

"My ship... my ship's been down for weeks," Goomer continued, his voice barely a murmur. "No comms... can't get a message back to… to headquarters. They think... they think I've just… just disappeared. And maybe I have… maybe I… I don't... I don't fit in here, Op."

Goomer mumbled, his voice a low hum against Op’s shoulder. They trudged down the sidewalk, Op navigating the uneven terrain with a practiced ease. He was Goomer’s anchor, a silent guardian against the drunken chaos.

Every few steps, Goomer would lose his balance, his legs a tangled mess of limbs. He’d laugh and cried, a loud, echoing sound that sent a shiver down Op’s spine. He’d point at things, imaginary figures in the night, and recount tales of his past, tales that were a jumbled mess of truth and drunken delusion.

Goomer’s voice became sadder as he rambled on but the Goomer went to a quite sobbing. Op, weary but determined, would simply steer him back on course, his silence a constant in the storm of Goomer’s intoxication.

As they neared the hotel Goomer was staying at , the silence became heavier. Op felt a pang of guilt; he knew he should be angry, should be frustrated by Goomer’s recklessness, but all he felt was a tired affection and pity. Especially when he look back at Goomer eyes red and tears streaming down his face.

He helped Goomer to the elevator, navigating the hallways with a practiced ease. He finally reached Goomer’s room, his weary body aching.

“Goomer, you okay? Can you open the door?” Op asked, concern creeping into his voice.

Goomer, with a drunken grin, reached for his key. “I’m fine, Op. See? I can do it!” He fumbled with the key, his movements clumsy and slow missing the keyhole ever time.

Op took the key, his patience finally snapping. “Goomer, for God’s sake, let me do it.” He unlocked the door, his frustration giving way to a resigned sigh.

He guided Goomer inside, and helped Goomer out of his clothes, a task that took more effort than he thought it would. He laid Goomer on the bed, covering him with a blanket. Goomer’s head slumped down on the pillow, his breathing slow. For a moment, Goomer looked up at Op with eyes filled with an unfathomable sadness.

“Goomer,” Op said, his voice softer now, “you know you can’t keep doing this, right?”

Goomer opened his eyes, a hazy in the flickering light. He looked at Op, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“I know, Op. I know. I just… I just need to have some fun.”

Goomer's eyes closed, “I just.. need to… Earth… I miss Earth…"

Op shock him head, he knew Goomer wasn't just seeking fun. He was using alcohol to hide his loneliness and home sickness. He set a chair down beside Goomer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Just get some sleep.”

Goomer looked up at him, his eyes a mixture of sadness and gratitude. "Thanks, Op. Thanks for being my friend…"

As Op sat by the bed, watching Goomer drift off to sleep, he felt a pang of sadness. He knew Goomer was struggling. He knew he was scared. But it was also becoming evident that Goomer was choosing to wallow in his despair, using drinks and partying as a crutch and a shield against the harsh realities of this new world and this plant Earth he so desperately missed.

Goomer was clearly having a hard time adjusting to this plant’s costumes so Op’s going to have to work harder to help Goomer with his new life here. He would help him find his way, help him find his place.

He knew that the morning would bring regret, hangover, and maybe even a vague memory of what he said last night. But he also knew that Goomer would be okay, because he had Op, a friend who wouldn't let him fall too far. That’s when Op made a promising to himself to help Goomer though this so he can fit in this new world better.

And first on the list is giving Goomer a shower once he wakes up, he reeks of alcohol, help him with the hangover, then arrange a date with Elma.

Op introduce him to Elma when he came to this plant, so Goomer at lest two people looking out for him even if Goomer was a bit squeamish around her. Maybe more time with her could help.

END

Art © Kim J

Characters © Nacho Moreno & Ricardo Martinez

[thedetectivedoobie]

WAIT NVM ACCIDENTALLY MISS THAT PUPPY POST, SORRY ADMIN 🫡

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[ddarker-dreams]

MONSTER IS FINALLY ON NETFLIX IM SO HAPPY

ever since that johan post you made months ago ive been trying to find a place to watch it but it was No Where

BUT NOW ITS ON NETFLIX IM GONNA BINGEEEE EEEEEE YESSSS PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER ANIME WHOOOO

OH you’re right it is on netflix now!!! i saw the announcement a while back but i guess they didn’t officially put it on their international services until recently. i’m so excited for everyone who hasn’t seen it yet, monster is in my top five favorite anime. i really can’t describe the experience of watching it… it feels very human at its core. how grounded it is in reality elevates the psychological thriller aspects. i cannot recommend it enough! monster is criminally underrated. such a memorable cast of characters that we can all see a little of ourselves in each of too.

johan’s eerie introduction in the earlier episodes still haunts me to this day. it’s so well done. the second his silhouette appeared on the screen, i knew he was a character i was going to love. i think anyone here interested in the characters i write would like him. how he calmly and softly dissects the people he’s around is a big inspiration to how i do dialogue. it gets under your skin and stays there. johan’s JP voice is perfect for him and unlike anything else i’ve heard.

please give monster a shot everyone!! i promise you won’t regret it.

[pataheart]

guess whoooo.... also merri crimmis (its literally 10:14 as im writing this-)

may i humbly request Scorpiton x reader :) (if it's allowed ofc. it's okay if not ^^)

merry christmas! i am rather late haha but dont apologize.. i think a lotta people like makoton/scorpiton/dark one.. he has so many aliases and for what

- scorpiton is very much full of angst the moment you meet him. theres already how he groans about the loss of his partner, but you find it mean how people regard him as "edgy"- when hes lost someone he truly cared about.

- so, you do your best to care for him. hes a bit avoidant of affection, focusing on getting revenge, but something like a snack or so would make him enjoy your presence even more.

- you also find yourself defending him from some zigotons, or even the generals. everyone at that point has been through a lot, yes, but it doesnt mean they have to demean him or anything.

- he struggles to put on his helm at times, so you help him. even you struggle with how stupid big the claws are- but when its done, scorpiton scampers off embarrassingly.

- you find him sulking in his little room, even scratching pillows and blankets to get anger (and sadness) out. you occasionally sew some of them back together and place it in his room, and he gets surprised from the sight!

- he sometimes huddles up to you for comfort. when theres no one else around to support him, you cant help but give him a hug back.

[kuroosprettyprincess]

I’m not scared | Kuroo x reader | Part 1

Hi, this is my first fic that I’ve ever written, so I do hope you guys enjoy. I honestly wasn’t planning on it being two parts but hey. Whoooo cares. As long as you guys enjoy it. That’s all I care about. So feel free to leave any comments and ideas below. I’d love to hear it all. Part 2 will be out shortly :).

⚠️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY CONTENT⚠️ NSFW⚠️ YOU WILL BE BLOCKED⚠️

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Summary: Your sick of fighting with your brother. Having him scare off every relationship you’ve ever had. Your so sick of it all. You just want someone to love. And someone to love you. But is that even possible with your over bearing brother? Everyone’s scared to love you.

But not Kuroo….he’s not scared.

Warnings: 18+, angst, fingering, cursing, soft kuroo, dominant, brothers best friend, first time.

Pairing: kuroo x fem reader

Word count: 3k words 💕

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“Why..” you croaked. You looked up at your brother and take a deep breath as your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Can you even explain to me why you’re doing this? Why you’ve been doing this to me for the past 4 years Ash. I know you threatened him. I know it’s all because of you Ash.” You spat your words towards him, hoping it would somehow make him realize how he was making you feel.

Since this was most likely the 100th time Ash has done this to you. With every and any boy that has come into your life, they’re immediately kicked right out without any explanation. And as his sister, you try and try so hard to understand and sympathize with him being so over protective. But at the end of the day.

Its bullshit.

Ash just stares back at you with sadden eyes. It’s all he ever responds with.

“You cant even give me an answer? God you’re a joke Ash. You’ve really done it now to our relationship. I don’t wanna hear it when I never speak to you again”. You’re so angry right now. So angry at him that the heat in your cheeks begin to spread to your ears. Where they feel so warm, with so much pressure that steam might even come out. So angry that tears could just fall out trying to cool your hot body down. But you’re over crying. You’re over it all. He doesn’t even care. So why waste your emotions in someone like him.

“Look you’ll understand one day y/n, okay? I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just listen and we don’t have to keep doing this.” Ash went to reach out for your arm to comfort you. But you quickly smacked his hand down and looked at him with just rage and sadness in your eyes, you stormed off to the bathroom. You can’t stand to look at him right now. You needed to be alone. It’s what you were use to at this point. And it was all because of him.

You heard him call out your name from behind but you blocked it out as you tried to rub the stinging sensation from your eyes.

“Bullshit bullshit BULLSHIT!” You screamed, as you slammed the door behind you. You leaned your back against the bathroom door looked up into the ceiling. Trying to keep the tears from falling. But a literal earthquake began to appear as a result of your lips trembling so violently. A sign of sadness. A sign you were gonna cry. But you wouldn’t cry. You will not cry. Because it’s bullshit.

You take a deep breath in and begin to sink to the floor on your bottom. Where you reach for your phone in your back pocket. You unlock it but immediately regret when you witness a spam of calls and texts from the guy you were seeing for the past 4 months. Your now ex-boyfriend.

You guys had kept the relationship between you both undercover. And no one knew, not a single soul had any ideas about it. But somehow, that darn fucking brother of yours still ended up finding out about it. And before you knew it. He broke up with you. You knew Ash threatened him. That was the only answer for his sudden actions.

And just like every other past relationship. Gone. In a snap of a finger.

All. Because. Of. Ash.

WELL FUCK ASH

Knock knock

You were immediately spooked by the sudden vibration coming from the door onto your back.

“What Ash” you responded.

Ash cleared his throat and proceeded “Hey, I’m gonna head out for the night and mom won’t be back until tomorrow morning. I called Kuroo because I don’t want you being alone. I rather you have someone by your side right now. So he’ll be over soon”.

You scoffed under your breath and almost laughed. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “I rather have someone by your side right now”. What a fucking hypocrite he was. You could have had so many great guys by your side right now if it wasn’t for him. He’s ruined so many chances you’ve had all because he thought he was being a good person. Whatever.

“Cool”. Is all you responded with. Waiting for him to walk away from the door and leave.

He stood there for maybe a whole 5 seconds hoping you would say something more. Maybe even thank him for getting rid of that guy. That he wasn’t good enough for you. But he knew those words would never come out. So he responds with a simple “cool”.

Yeah radical dood.

Ash finally walked away and you got up and bent over the sink to look at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were red as a tomato and there was seriously no doubt about that. It was so very clear against your skin. And your eyes were puffy, so puffy and swollen. You were exhausted. Physically and mentally. All you wanted to do was sleep. And that’s what your about to do. Get some damn sleep.

You walk out of the bathroom and begin to walk to your room to change into something comfier so you can knock the hell out already.

You felt extremely warm and needed to get your joggers and hoodie off. You were so overworked just by talking to that damn brother of yours that you began to sweat from the stress he was causing you. Which is why you really need something more light. So a simple tank with shorts was the way to go. You changed into your clothes and began to climb into bed.

Until you hear someone knocking. You groan out of aggravation and pause your movement. There’s no way your gonna open that door. You don’t need a babysitter. This was all a stupid joke.

“Fuck offffff Kurooooo”. You said, despite the fact you know he wouldn’t be able to hear you all the way from your room.

You fall face forward onto your bed and just lay there. You were not getting up. You were literally just about to get comfy in to bed. He should find a different way to get in.

More knocking began.

No, you will not get up.

And more knocking.

Nope. Your comfortable in bed. He can fuck off.

Now he’s banging.

“Oh my god, I’m COMMING!” You screamed as you pushed yourself dramatically off of your bed and stomp all the way to the front door where you swung it open.

Coming face to face with your brothers handsome best friend. You could deny it, he was seriously a good looking guy. And if it wasn’t for Ash, you would have hooked up with him a few times. Something about them dark eyes and his big hands always made your stomach turned. But looks weren’t the only thing. His personality also was another thing to consider.

“Geez y/n, I thought you were dead or something.” Kuroo laughed as he walked his huge frame passed you. His skin just so slightly touching yours. Giving your body a small shiver down your spine.

“Haha funny. I was trying to sleep and you interrupted.” You rolled your eyes and closed the door behind him locking it. You turn around and watch as Kuroo made his way to the living room and stopped when he saw the mess. Seeing what happened between you and Ash.

There was glass on the floor. Clothes thrown all over the place. A real mess indeed between you and Ash. You don’t have anger issues but when it comes to Ash. Your a different person. Well you think.

Kuroo stopped in place and turned back around to look at you. To get a good look to see whether he could read what happened here by just looking.

You noticed he was searching for an answer through your eyes.

“Ash again”. You muttered as if you didn’t care. Always playing it off.

Kuroo shook his head and made his way back to you. He looked closer at you. To where he could see how your face was red, and how chapped your lips were. He noticed the red veins in your eyes. The dark shadow around them from your mascara. He knew it happened again. Ash fucked with your relationship once again. And he hated seeing it. He hated seeing you look so defeated.

“Hey, I won’t and can’t make any excuses for him y/n. But he really cares and loves you so much. You have no clue”. Kuroo crossed his arms and leaned against the counter as he waited for a response out of you.

Kuroo was a great friend to Ash. So loyal to him it made you question why. But then again, the relationship you have with your brother. Is way different then what they have. You liked hearing Kuroo’s opinion on the situation though. It made you not feel so crazy. He made you feel safe. Knowing your brothers best friend was on your side.

“Kuroo please, I would never do this to someone I love. To someoneI care about. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I’m so tired of this. I just wanna be happy with someone.” You placed your hands on your forehead from the annoyance of what played out earlier today.

“I’m sick of everyone being scared of Ash when it comes to loving me. I’m sick of it all Kuroo.

“And I’m done talking about it. I’m tired. I’m gonna get some sleep okay”. You put on your best tiny smile as you squint your eyes, trying to convince him you were going to be okay. But Kuroo frowns as you begin to walk away, he’s letting you go again. Like he always has. As he watches your frame walk away. Something inside him urges him to get you. Stop you. Someone stop you. Someone keep you here.

As you reach for your door, you immediately feel a sense of whiplash due to a hold on your wrist. The sudden movement made you gasp as you quickly look to see what happened. And when you do, your eyes meet back with kuroos. As he towers over your body to show a sense of confidence and dominance.

“I’m not scared y/n” he states. You stand and try and process what he’s saying.

“Huh, uh what?” You attempt to get out but your not even comprehending what he’s saying. He isn’t scared? Scared of what? Your brother? Is he saying he’s not scared of him? Nothing is clicking when it should be. You know exactly what he’s saying but you can’t get your hopes up anymore. No more heartbreaks. No more love.

You shake your head no at him with your wide curious eyes. You want to hear more.

You part your lip just so lightly to get something else out. But all of a sudden you start to become self aware of everything now. So self aware of him. Of where he’s touching. Of his smell. Of his finger tips. Of the heat that’s even coming off him. You notice the faint red hue in his cheeks. You notice everything. You notice Kuroo.

“Y/n, I’ve never been scared to love you. Ash doesn’t scare me. He never will. And I truly mean every word that’s coming out of my mouth.” Kuroo begins to take a step forward just so lightly just in case you do react negatively and feel uncomfortable by his sudden confession.

“I never said anything before because I thought maybe you’d be scared. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship in any way. But I’m tired of holding back and seeing you this way.”

But to be honest, this is all you’ve ever wanted to hear from someone. That they weren’t scared. That they would risk it all to love you. And who would have thought your own brothers best friend would be the one to say it. To be confessing his feelings for you.

Without even a second thought, you smashed your lips into his as you placed your hands on his shirt, tightening the fabric in your fists. The sudden movement took him a second to become accustom, but the pda was not anything he was foreign to. He immediately began to take control of the kiss as your lips fit perfectly against one another. He then wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you even closer, leaving no room between the too. Pretty much a way for him to just feel your tits smooshed against his chest. He trailed one hand over your jaw and began a fast paste where his long tongue entering your mouth so desperately.

The kissing was unimaginable. It felt so right but it was so wrong. It’s was so fun. But it was so scary.

Kuroo began to become antsy with his movements. Almost as if he was scared you would disappear. Or would end this moment between you too. But that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

He quickly pushed your body against the wall bumping your head. You gasped from the sudden pain but continued.

“Sorry”. Kuroo chuckled as he smiled into the kiss. Instant butterflies. You felt it hit hard. Harder then you banging your head. You needed more. You wanted more from him. Anything at this point as your heart began to pound. Your breathing quickening.

“It’s fine. Just be quiet and continue please” you huffed due to the lack of air Kuroo was letting you have.

He once again attacked your lips where he would initiate such a sloppy kiss and bite on your bottom lip. Instantly making you whine from the sudden stinging from your bottom lip.

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand how gorgeous you are”. He looked you in your eyes. Indicating how hungry he was for your touch. The eye contact sent your stomach dropping instantly.

And before you even know it, he’s on your neck. Licking from the bottom to the top, right behind your sensitive ears. You almost squirm from the wet touch and the sudden sensitive sensation he was giving you. You were biting your bottom lip so hard to try and keep your voice from coming out. But there was no use. He harsh breathing against your next, feeling his warm body begin to almost grind into yours, all combined resulted in heat begin to radiate from below.

“Ah~ Kuroo” you moaned as you felt a sudden grasp on your clothed boob. Kuroo immediately stopped and looked to see if you were okay. If you were uncomfortable in any way.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I got ahead of myself. We should stop.” His eyes roamed your face in order to get an answer. To see for himself. But in reality. He wanted to ruin you. But he always wanted to respect you. He wanted to feel what’s it’s like to be inside of you. But he always wanted to lay you down and sleep, especially knowing how tired you are.

But you also wanted him.

“No I’m fine, Im just a bit sensitive that’s all” you whispered ever so slightly up to him. He caressed your cheek and leaned down. “Be honest with me now because I won’t be able to stop if we continue y/n” his voice was so rough and sounded so desperate as if he needed you. The sound of his voice traveled throughout your body and made you squirm.

Your body began to tingle as he pulled away and you quickly said “I want you Kuroo”.

Without a second thought, Kuroo picked you up from off the ground and wrapped your legs around him. He connected his lips back to yours and walked you over to the kitchen counter. As he sat you down and settled between your legs. Where his hard on kept rubbing against your cunt. You wondered about his size. How far he could reach. How long he could last. What color it was. All these thoughts roaming in your mind. Up until you felt something.

You felt how huge he was as it rubbed against your thigh. You looked down and quickly shot your eyes back to him. The thought of it inside of you was intimidating. Kuroo smiled and laughed.

You looked nervous of course. But you didn’t care.

The friction between you made your adrenaline and excitement rise. You really wanted Kuroo.

“God you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this”. Kuroo purred into your ear. He placed your hand on his crotch to feel his semi hard dick, aching to be released out of his joggers.

Yeah that’s right. Semi hard. It wasn’t even fully big. It hard more room to grow. Is it even possible to fit?

He placed his right hand around your waist and his left hand caressing your face. You proceeded to deepen the kiss with him as he began to slowly grope your thigh with his big hands.

You moaned into the kiss as it gave him access to become more rough with you. He could feel your heart beating as everything around you intensified. He smirked a bit and quickened the pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and arched your back to get as close to him as possible. Too feel his chest against yours.

But then he stopped.

He released his lips from you as a trail of spit disconnected. You were both so out of breath due to the lack of oxygen you guys were allowing to consume. Panting like animals into each others mouths.

You looked up to Kuroo with such confusion as to why he suddenly stopped. Did he not want to continue? Did you do something wrong? All your thoughts were displayed on your face.

Kuroo kept looking at your face as his breathing began to steady.

“Can you show me your tits?”

The thought of you showing yourself to him made you a bit shy, to where your cheeks began to heat up once more. But you were excited. Being with him was exciting. And you felt so comfortable with him. So you nodded and said “whatever you want Kuroo”.

He took a deep breath in and kept his eyes on your chest as he slowly placed a hand at the bottom of your tank top. His fingers softly grazed against your stomach as he lifted your top over your tits. He groaned from just looking at you.

You were now on full display for him. All his.

“Fuck, your literally so perfect for me”.

Kuroo was frozen from the sight of your tits as he was just memorized by the shape and size. The anticipation for you was awful tho, you wanted him to touch you. So you grabbed his hand as he was a bit hesitant and made him grope your bare breasts.

Something clicked in Kuroos mind and he was back to attacking your lips and now fondling your tits. And his groping became more and more frantic, exciting you even more. Getting you wet even more.

You tried to keep your voice down but you were so sensitive by all of his touches it was no use. Especially when he began to suck on your nipple.

You’ve been with other guys before. But it was different with Kuroo. He observed where you were most sensitive and payed attention to those parts without you having to tell him.

You yelp in pain and quickly weeded your finger in Kuroos dark black hair. Tangling his hair between your fingers.

“Kuroo, b-be gentle please”. You tried to get out coherently. As you let your head hang back.

Kuroo smiled and looked up at you. Facinated by the faces you were making as you enjoyed his hands on you body.

“Your so pretty when you make those faces.”

Kuroos left hand was busy groping your boob, as his mouth was busy sucking on the other.

But his right hand. That damn right hand cupped your cunt. Where his thumb pressed down on your clit.

“I wonder what you look like when you cum. Or rather how you’d look cumming on my cock.”

You instantly flinch from the sudden sensation from below and scream his name. Kuroo laughs in response and starts to kiss up your neck. He can tell you like it has your breathing intensifies.

“I guess y-you’ll just have to w-wait and see”. You try your hardest to say it confidently as you keep your eyes shut from how overwhelmed the sensation was.

In between kisses, he says “I’m gonna *kiss* start taking off these *kiss* fucking shorts.”

You nod but Kuroo grabs your jaw to look him in the eyes.

“No, I want to you hear you say it y/n”.

“Yes, I-I want you to take my p-pants off Kuroo”. You quietly say back to him.

“Yeah?” He smirks. You nod in response and he quickly begins to drag your shorts off where your pink underwear is now exposed, with a damp spot. He throws your shorts somewhere in the kitchen. You’ll find them later.

Kuroo glides his thumb over the damp spot and looks you in the eyes . You suck in air and try to control your breathing, but your heart is beating so fast that he’s sure to feel it come from your cunt. He knows how wet he makes you. He likes that.

“Damn, look at that y/n”. He laughs.

You roll your eyes at him and state “just shut up and fuck me already Kuroo”.

“You want it that bad?” He asks?

Kuroo instantly loses that cheeky smile and crawls over body. Where he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer. Crashing his crotch right into your heat.

The sudden friction has you scream.

Right now you want anything. Something to rub against you to get you off. Even just him grinding in you would do the trick. But Kuroo has other plans.

Kuroo inches his way to your ear then whispers. “Oh, I’ll give you what you want. But first, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you with my fingers.”

You almost came by just his words…

[thiefbird]

IT’S FRIDAY!!! Welcome to DWC! Let’s see ❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜ from the hit 'em where it hurts sentence starters - for any two characters you deem most appropriate. :) Happy writing.

Whoooo filling a very old prompt is such a good feeling! I've never written Loghain before, so con-crit is especially welcomed!

Preslash Killian Amell and Loghain Mac Tir, immediately following the slaying of the Archdemon!

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It was done. The Archdemon was dead; the darkspawn were already dispersing. The young mage had managed to strike a killing blow.

And Loghain was alive.

When Warden Riordan had explained the final sacrifice a Warden must make, he had been convinced that, somehow, Amell had already known. That the reason for his own recruitment had been to deal that final, deadly blow. He had accepted his fate in that moment. Welcomed it, even - to die to save his country, the whole of Thedas, was an honor he had not expected. His daughter would mourn him, though few others would, but she would mourn a hero, not a traitor. It was a kinder fate than he deserved, a kinder fate than he had thought awaited him.

But no. Amell had insisted he must strike the blow himself, had tried in vain to get Riordan to stand down and not even attempt it first. Loghain hadn't thought the man suicidal, but there was no other explanation.

It was a pity; he was a powerful mage, and a better strategist. The Wardens were better for his leadership, and now they would have to reac out to Weisshaupt. Likely accept an envoy from Orlais.

Maker take him, why couldn't he have let him fight the dragon?

Amell's companions were all looking to him, now, as were the leaders of his allies - dwarves, elves, mages. Even the armies of Redcliffe. All awaiting his orders, as the final Warde standing. He was the commander of the armies of Fereldan. He should be able to give orders. He should not be stood frozen, staring at the spot where th Archdemon fell.

Eventually, he managed to force himself into action, as was his duty. He rallied Amell's mourning companions, and mobilized surviving troops to clear out what remained of the hoarde. He purposefully ignored the tightening in his chest as the assassin and bard clung together, holding each other against sobs. He had no right to mourn alongside them. If he'd had his way, the boy would have been dead a year prior.

Orders given, Loghain took it upon himself to retrieve Amell's body. It was his duty. The golem and the Qunari accompanied him, to assisting shifting the piles of rubble formed by the Archdemon's death throes. As they approached its corpse, he noted distantly the need to harvest it for scales and bone; they could outfit nearly an entire platoon in weapons and armor from it.

He caught a shard of Warde blues under the creature's massive wing and pushed ahead. He wrestled the appendage free and lifted it with surprising ease, the joints still lax enough tat he could fold it.

Andraste's breath, he looked... so young. He was so young, younger than he and Maric were, when Maric claimed the throne. And yet he'd ended the Blight in barely a year, when veteran Wardens had taken near twelve.

Lying there in the dirt, he looked remarkably unshattered, pale and fragile, but almost asleep instead of dead.

The golem took hold of the wing, and Loghain knelt in the dust, made tacky with spilt vlood, and lifted the young man easily into his arms before standing. He was still warm; over a hour later, he'd have expected him to be cold and stiff.

Stars, the boy was breathing. "Golem! By the - fetch the healer! The Warden lives!"

The next hours was a blur of relief and rejoicing as the spirit healer - Wynne, he remembered as the urgency passed - worked her magics. Amell's companions huddled close around the tent, eagerly awaiting news, and Loghain stood near, unwilling to intrude on their celebration but equally loathe to leave. Finally, Wynne emerged from the tent, exhausted and drained but triumphant.

"He is awake, as much as I would like to insist otherwise. Do not overwhelm him." This last part was directed at the bard and the Crow specifically.

Another hour or more passed, and Loghain remained tethered to the tent, never moving more than a dozen or so paces from it as he directed rescue and recon efforts. Eventually, the Qunari approached him. "The mage asks for you," he stated firmly, apparently not particularly enthused by this, though Loghain had frankly yet to see the man enthused about anything.

He nodded. "I shall attend to him immediately. Thank you, serah."

He took a moment to finish dispensing orders before turning back to the hospital tent. He ducked his head to enter, and blinked for a moment in the gloom. Amell was propped upright by an unlikely pile of pillows, as pale and wan as he'd looked lying in the dust beneath the Archdemon.

"Commander Mac Tir," he managed before coughing, his voice weak and dry. "Thank you."

"Maker take me..." Loghain muttered. He'd bee the one to find him alive, and even he could hardly believe the young man still breathed.

Amell cracked a tired grin. "He tried to take me, at the very least."

Loghain dropped heavily into a chair placed by the head of the bed, head in his hands. "You were dead, boy. I saw you die," he whispered.

"I'm sorry..." Amell reached a shaking, bandaged hand towards him. "I did not know if it could work. I couldn't get anyone's hopes up without reason."

"Is the Archdemon truly slain? Riordan insisted there was no other way." He lifted his head and took Amell's hand in his, in hopes of convincing himself of his life. Amell squeezed it for a brief moment, though even that little effort seemed to drain him.

"It is, though I am sworn to secrecy on the specifics. The Blight is ended, with as few lives lost as could be managed." His blood-redeyes, that had so disturbed Loghain once, fluttered shut.

"Then I shall not press. The Maker has shone on us this day; I will not question His gifts."

Amell chuckled hoarsely, some joke Loghan was not in on. "He works His gifts in mysterious ways," he mumbled cryptically, half to himself.

Loghain waited a few moments, in case the mage had anything else to say. "I will let you rest, serah," he said eventually, uncertain Amell was still awake. "There is much to be done, and I doubt my new son-in-law is up to the task of arranging it."

He made to stand, but froze as Amell grasped almost frantically at his wrist.

"Stay. Please." At Loghain's confused look, he flushed slightly, looking away. "You won't be able to, yet, but Wardens can sense the Taint. In darkspawn, and in our fellow Wardens." He paused to cough. "Helps with the nightmares; Alistair and I shared a tent for it. Just...stay."

Loghain relaxed back into the chair, flattered and flustered in equal measure. "Of course, serah. As long as you wish of me."