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me: guys its not rpf me .2 seconds later filling my queue with ethubs:
#talking#ITS STILL NOT RPF#ill never get over the difference between her/mitcra/ft and d/sm/p fandoms handling over like#ok specifically fic content#ppl in hc ao3 are constantly like#YES WE KNOW THE TAGS SAY RPF ITS NOT RPF AO3 PLEASE CHANGE THE TAGS WERE PLAYING WITH LEGO MINIFIGURES PLEASE GOD LISTEN TO ME#and ds/mp ppl are like#YEAHHHH REAL NAMES#YEAHHH IM WRITING ABOUT THE STREAMERS#THEY STREAM MINECRAFT IN THE FIC I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH THAT IM WRITING ABOUT uhh...hold on i cant remember any of their names. CLAY andTOB#again no shade i just think the differences are funny#im firmly in the first category
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*banging on your door* I'D LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT JULIAN, LILIANA, UND BROOKE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
What are their final thoughts in the dark silence of night before they sleep? How do they sleep?
How do they choose their clothes when purchasing and dressing?
What is a fear that they cannot pull themselves away from? They need it, and they hate it.
OMG HELLO HI HELLOOOOOOOO i am taking ur coat like a victorian gentleman and inviting u inside. These are so specific and dramatic i love
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Sleep, rather, the moments right before it, is when a person is at their truest. You can’t really hide from it. So those final thoughts are typically a lens into the basal forms that make up a character.
Liliana is a character that’s very true, very genuine, so her sleeping mind doesn’t show much that you wouldn’t expect, because there’s not a lot that she hides, at least not from herself. She’s obsessive: stuck (though ‘stuck�� implies that she’s here by some force other than her own) in this quest that she’s been trailing for years, getting closer but not in any way that’s tangible. She goes to sleep with ‘what next’ floating around in her skull, and dreams of a goal reached. And she sleeps like the dead, but only because she puts it off for as long as she can. Not that she avoids sleep itself, though, rather she stays up and works until she can’t stay upright anymore. She is laser-focused, set on her task. It can benefit her, in certain conditions, but mostly it leaves her running on so little sleep she has trouble functioning. Her being a satyr means her sleep schedule doesn’t quite align with a ‘typical’ one anyway, but she definitely fucks it more and also that’s not set in stone atm.
Julian, on the other hand, is a liar and he hides just about everything about himself, including from himself. Julian and Liliana are similar in a lot of ways but this is not one of them. So his unconscious truth doesn’t always align with what he appears to be. It’s careful. It’s somatic: a sort of ‘is the door locked is the knife within reach is the cane by the bed,’ but it’s also theoretical: more a ‘who here do I trust (in the most basic sense of the word) or who do I watch out for.’ He absolutely is the impulsive asshole he looks like, but the little bit of careful caution that remains beneath plays a role in his continued safety (relatively speaking). Julian is also a pretty light sleeper, growing up with five siblings (lmao) there’s a good amount of noise in the mornings or if something is wrong at night, so he’s just kind of grown accustomed to waking up, even if it’s that barely-awake state, to evaluate the noise. And he rises with the sun- mostly old habit, but it’s also convenient for guaranteeing some time unobserved, for safety or just for some quiet.
Brooke is different in that the thing that follows her into sleep isn’t as much a thought as it is a feeling. Brooke spends a lot of time busy, not necessarily with the intent of keeping her mind securely in the present, but that’s the effect it has, no matter. So when she isn’t doing something- following or fighting or helping or hurting -she gets that little moment of quiet calm and it’s occupied by guilt. The weight of it kind of lingers above her, the knowledge of what she was a part of, the remembrance of what she’s constantly trying to undo. Brooke lives in the shadow of a debt to repay, and it catches up to her when she has a moment of still. She is an uneasy sleeper, heavy to the ongoings of the waking world, but she rarely sleeps straight through the night, nevertheless. She doesn’t dream, just wakes with the feeling that she did, even as it evades her.
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I feel like this is already so long and that’s just the first thing but like, you gave me the opportunity so I’m taking it <3. Choice of fashion is a little less dramatic but I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it anyway. Clothing basically serves three functions: utility, expression, and comfort. For the sake of character designs I usually focus on the first two unless it’s particularly relevant, which it isn’t for these three so much.
Brooke is mostly utility. She has casualwear, of course, but honestly I haven’t really designed much of it and usually just draw her in her armor. Which is pretty obviously utile, but it’s also familiar. She keeps this leather armor, embossed around the edges (that I’ll actually design and make mean something eventually but... not yet apparently) and either similar or just the same to the kind she wore with her family, their guild. Familiar isn’t always a good thing, but it’s all she knows. If I’m being real she’s still being developed, especially storyline specifics, so not a lot is decided. I’ve thought about switching around the colors, the blue I typically give her can be a changed version, removed from its ties to before, which was maybe a gold or a purple, something more implicative of importance. Or of having her rid herself of the armor completely, so caught up in breaking her bonds that she makes herself vulnerable... but I’m a little too attached to how the armor looks... basically, she’s just balancing the safety of utility with the unrest of something recognizably hunter.
Liliana is mostly expression. She doesn’t need anything particular from her clothes, so chooses what makes her feel good. Nothing too extravagant, because she is still wrecking shit and needs to not be hindered by what she’s wearing, but she dresses to look good and be scary, when the need arises. She wears dresses and skirts despite the fact that, as a satyr, she really doesn’t... need to? Because satyrs, post-cataclysm, live closely tied with humans in particular, though fauns as well, depending on locale, and as such have absorbed some social elements of theirs- like clothing and gender norms. She abides by those norms, gender in particular (to a certain degree), not because she has to but because she wants to- because, you know, trans. She carries a good amount of things with her on average- swords and knives and lockpicks and money and various other whathaveyous -but rarely carries them all at once, taking them on or off her person whenever she thinks she may or may not need them, but her belt remains on no matter, because that’s what she needs to have any of them at all. Her compass, too, stays on her at all times, but that’s more sentimentality than use.
Julian is a bit of both, but with him, a lot of the expression melts over into utility. The puffy shirts, while inherently pirate out-of-universe, are conveniently the opposite of form-fitting. They make him look bigger than he is like a cat puffing out, but also hide, you know, trans. Typically they’re white or otherwise lightly colored, because it’s cheap and function-over-form, but later era when he’s particularly full of himself he trends towards darker colors and black. Black, as a dye, is expensive to make, so wearing it is a way of making it clear that he is either important or dangerous or both- he strives to command respect or fear and it doesn’t always matter which. Julian, like Liliana, also carries some stuff with him, but the difference is that he has less, and so almost always has all of them. The exception is his sword, which is bulky enough to always have that unless he for sure needs it, he’ll leave it in favor of a knife (or two, counting the one in his cane). And because his right hand is typically occupied by his cane, his things are all strapped to his left, another reason he doesn’t always carry the sword- it gets in the way. Finally, depending where storyline-wise he is, he wears a couple little gold earrings- mark of a pirate. Been considering having it be a status thing, too: one for crewmate, two for first mate, three for captain, or something similar.
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Fear is a really interesting one. I dig where you’re going with it, and I’m sure I’m about to exhibit some mental illness, but like, fear is possibly one of the most important things in a character, because it’s what’s really behind at least 90% of a characters’ motivations, isn’t it?
Gotta start with Julian for this one. He is afraid of a thousand entwined things in a way he will never admit and might not even be aware of. The way he is perceived is so important to him that he lives with the constant threat of what he’s built for himself being taken away. He’s so... I can’t call him exactly fake, because it’s not all false... he’s so constructed. Everything he is, is exaggerated. He is angry, and impulsive, and fast and rude and detached, but the way those things are presented is curated to be viewed in the way that he wants it to be. And because of that, because everything he is is built on a not-quite-lie not-quite-truth, he runs the risk of having it all crash down around him. That’s what follows him: the fear of being seen past it all, because he thinks that with that, he’ll end up right back where he was before. Not to be too insane but in my silly little character.doc that I have for fun there’s this segment that’s pretty much what I just said:
He is afraid of no longer being taken seriously
He is afraid of losing the image he has created
He is afraid of trust being broken and secrets getting out
He is afraid of being patronized or the subject of pity
He would have you believe he is afraid of nothing
Liliana, now that I’m thinking about it, is actually pretty similar to him. I didn’t even do this one on purpose oops. Her difference, though, is that what she is isn’t fake. She has this legacy, this name, that she reigns- people know of her, she commands that same respect or fear that Julian has to try so hard to. Part of that, though, is taken from her. She has her... I don’t want to call it a birthright, because that sounds entitled, but she has her birthright, then it’s stolen from her, and she rebuilds it even as she is on a hunt to reclaim it. And so her fear stems from the possibility of failure. If she never reaches her goal, if she truly loses what should never have been taken in the first place, then it’s all been for nothing, not only her work, but her father’s. And the longer she goes without reaching that finish line, the more she is afraid of ‘what if it’s too late’ and ‘maybe it’s already over.’ Because her failure is also his, what she’d lose is also his, and that’s worse than if she just failed herself, because she feels the need to honor what he built, what he left, and what he was, in his absence.
Brooke is afraid of exactly what you’d expect. A thousand what you’ve done’s follow her. She terrified of never making it right, of the possibility of her wrongs being something that she never can make right. She made a vow and she intends with all her being to keep it, but there is no endgoal, there is no ‘finished.’ It’s constant, and as such the constant threat of failure, of breaking that promise, whether by action or inaction, stays with her. She lives with it for so long that it begins to leech into her, more than it already was, so it becomes what drives her. But also... it’s what’s always driven her. For a long time, she’s driven more by what’s behind her than what’s before her, and all that does is make her steep in this guilt and fear, fighting for a repentance that she doesn’t even know if she deserves.
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Okay I’m done being insane now, I hope my fucked up little guys provide enrichment to your enclosure but either way you’ve given me the GIFT of LETTING ME BE ANNOYING so THANK U AGAIN BESTIE. KISSING U KISSING U KISSING U KISSING U K
#ask#ocs#YEAHHHH INSANE ABOUT CHARACTERS YEAH BAYBEYY NORMAL ABOUT OCS#ur literally so real for this. i owe u my life#it took a while cause i had work and even now it is currently 1:31 am and the sunday of finals week but it's FINE#because im having FUN#god. it's so much. i always feel like i write a whole ass essay but like........ you let me do that. so i did that#liliana and julian got that. character foil parallel arc#liliana got that. revenge quest#liliana got that my name is inigo montoya you killed my father prepare to die#brooke got that. she got that all that#eheheh. fucked up little guys. i literally LOVE talking about them you don't understand#mentally well if anyone asks#dont mind the. casual drop that i have a useless word doc that i made just because i felt like it. it is 19 pages long AKJFSHLJKAFJKJD#a bunch of random worldbuilding shit too. the world shapes the characters and the characters shape the world i build around them. its good#dont worry about it. i have a normal amount of worldbuilding in my brain. not at all way too much#this is why i can't work on my FUCKING homework. head full of fantasy environment instead#anyhway. heres this.... yeehaw :)
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ꜱᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ/ʙᴜᴋᴀᴋᴋᴇ ➠ ᴍɪɴꜱᴀɴʏᴜɴʜᴡᴀ
pairing: half orc! mingi x elf! reader (fem) x barbarian! san x goliath! yunho x tiefling! seonghwa
genre: fantasy au/dnd vibe, humor, gratuitous smut
summary: you go on a quest with a group of brutish, questionable individuals. anything for some gold and riches, right?
w.c: 6.5k ish…..yeahhhh
the world’s longest list of warnings: alcohol mention/usage, soft/hard! dom party members, brat in the streets baby in the sheets sub! reader, these mfs have a hard-on for social hierarchies esp mingi (he’s a big pervert too hehe), mxm (real homies jerk each other off), monster fucking (mimic box…listen i saw it in a porn one time and its been my dream to recreate it since okay sue meee take me to court!!), five?? some?? idk they made it work somehow, voyeurism/exhibitionism, praise/degradation, pet names, olfactophilia, aphrodisiacs, teasing, vast size differences, size kink, strength kink, manhandling, oral (receiving), overstim, tit play, bulge kink, handjob, blowjob, titjob, all the jobs actually, double penetration made possible with magic incantations <3, creampies, back shots, and facials for everyoneeee !! one for you!! and for youuu~~ also the word cock is mentioned at least 50 times in this one sorry bout that hshjs
a/n: hi ahhhh so this chaotic jumble of insanity is my baby 🥹 and it’s also my very first filth fest fic of the month !!! so yk what that means ;3 go on and strap in for me okay? it’s about to go down frfr <3 this is a sort of sequel to my half orc mingi fic but it can be read on its own! also i’ve never actually played dnd,, i’ve just heard about it from my brother so don’t expect an extremely accurate representation;;; i did do quite a bit of research tho <33 but yeah that being said…. rip reader’s elussy </3
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“Ladies and gents, now this is a quest that’s not for the faint of heart,” your local guild master announced, leaning his heavy forearms on the crowded bar table below him, stroking his long, bushy beard absentmindedly, the wood furnishing of the bar creaking underneath his weight.
The lively room grew a bit more quiet, some individuals quirking their heads in the seasoned barbarian’s direction, yours included. “With a hefty 1000 gold pieces as your reward, this quest requires you to find and locate the rare lujuria plant, then bring its seeds back to me. Unfortunately for you lot, they’re only found in the abandoned dungeons near Mist Falls. Any takers?”
At the mention of the plant and location, most of the interested individuals turned back to their ale and friends, resuming their loud, enthusiastic conversations. You, however, couldn’t believe how idiotic the other patrons were. You could do quite a lot with 1000 gold pieces, and being a solo adventurer, you wouldn’t even have to share it with anyone. With dollar signs in your eyes and a spring in your step, you headed up to the busy bar, having to get on your tippy toes and wave your hand around past some of the larger patron’s broad shoulders until the guild master noticed your presence.
“Now, don’t tell me a dainty little high elf is interested in the quest I just announced. You gonna scare them off with your shiny hair and sparkly crystals?” the older man gruffed, letting out a hefty laugh, before taking a couple gulps from the oversized mug he held within his large, calloused hands.
When you simply stood there with your hands crossed over your lace-covered chest, the guild master set his mug down, his bushy eyebrows raising upwards. “Oh, you’re serious.” He leaned down to your level, cupping his hand around one side of his face, allowing you to smell the ale on his breath. “Do you know why no one likes to go to Mist Falls, little Miss?”
You shook your head, causing the small jewels that dangled from your silky hair to sway a bit. You cupped a hand around your own face, murmuring, “Why does no one like it, Mister?”
“There’s some strange wildlife that frequent the land there. Otherworldly things…things that an elf like you wouldn’t want to get wrapped up in,” he explained carefully, looking over the lens of his glasses to squint at you. “Unless, you’re into that sort of thing, of course.”
Not understanding what he meant by his vague statement, you shrugged it off, taking his underestimation of your abilities as a challenge you couldn’t bear backing down from. “I’ll take the quest, Mister, and I’ll bring you those seeds.”
The guild master smiled down at you, chuckling a bit, like you weren’t in on the joke that he was so amused by. “Very well, little Miss.” He handed you the rolled-up scroll, his lips still curled into a suspicious smile. “Good luck with your quest.”
Taking the scroll, you nodded your head at him, a smug smile painting your own face, as you turned on your heels to leave, reveling in the fact that your levels of commitment and intelligence were clearly in the upper echelons compared to the rest of the idiots that frequented the crowded guild.
Before you could leave without any issues, a deeply familiar, incredibly cocky-sounding baritone voice interrupted your mental victory dance. “Would you look at that. Gonna handle a dungeon all on your own, eh, princess?”
You quickly turned your head, your eyes landing on the tall, solid beast of a half-man, half-orc standing with one hand resting on his leather-bound hip, his golden eyes slowly studying your body with an almost nauseating amount of interest. “Mingi…” you sighed, the events of your last few meetings flashing through your brain, the tips of your ears turning a faint red. “Oh, you think I can’t handle a stupid quest on my own either, huh?”
He shook his head, his shaggy silver hair falling in his eyes, forcing him to swipe it out of the way with his large ringed fingers. “Nope.” His simple response encouraged his equally large, equally intimidating party members, who were hanging out near him, to laugh and chatter amongst themselves.
Now your hands were on your hips, getting hit by a wave of annoyance, your cheeks burning. “Watch me.”
Mingi took a step towards you, just to show you and anyone nearby just how much he towered over you, his lips quirking up into a shit-eating grin, still peering down at your body like he could already picture what you looked like without the form-fitting lace dress that was wrapped around your curvy body like a pretty present, one that he wanted to open as soon as possible.
“With a petite little body like yours?” He reached down to slip a finger into your hair, playing with one of the crystals that adorned it. “Yeah, so small and delicate, like a pretty little fairy, ain’t ya? Those monsters in that dungeon will swallow you whole.”
You might’ve hated Mingi to an extent, but he was good. Good at making you feel tiny and desirable, and so wet, you were afraid he’d be able to smell it from where he was standing. You closed your thighs together slightly, lowering your closed fists to your sides, leaning forward. “I-i’m not a fairy, you dumb orc! I'm an elf! And I don’t need your help!” Just as you turned around to leave, Mingi cleared his throat, making you turn your head back to glare at him.
He placed his other hand on his hip, letting his weight shift to the opposite side, his head tilting the other way. “Sweetheart, listen, I know you’re very capable of getting what you want,” he mused, chuckling softly at the way your face scrunched up slightly in embarrassment. “But, I’m sure you could use some extra party members to back you up. Me and the boys want to help you. Won’t you let us?”
You gazed at Mingi a little while longer, before your eyes shifted to his friends, first drawn to the most elegant-looking tiefling you’ve ever seen. He had sleek skin that looked like expensive marble, his hair as white as the frost that would cover all the lands during the winter months, his heavy horns ridged and curled into an ‘s’ shape, and black as soot, his thin, pointed tail quietly slithering around in a snake-like motion behind the long black cloak that hung from his pointed shoulders.
“That’s Seonghwa,” Mingi informed, with his arms folded across his wide tattooed chest. “Doesn’t talk much, unless it’s to cast a spell or call me stupid.”
Seonghwa’s pretty lips formed a smirk, wrapping his arms comfortably around his slim, corseted waist, his sharp, milky eyes focused intensely on you, like he was peering through you and straight into your soul.
“Oh, are we introducing ourselves?” someone said excitedly, your eyes following the voice upwards until they landed on the handsome face of the gentle-looking goliath standing besides the tiefling. At roughly seven feet tall, the broad man sported shiny, golden locks, pretty brown eyes, and a tribal tattoo that was plastered on his veiny neck, clad only in a thick pelt that sat comfortably around his solid waist, wearing matching furry cuffs on his thick forearms. “I’m Yunho! I like to get drunk and smash stuff. What do you like to do, elf girl?” The goliath stepped forward to shake your hand, his hand completely encompassing yours, your neck almost hurting from having to look up at him.
“Hi, Yunho,” you replied, smiling softly, feeling a bit dizzy from your vast difference in sizes. Everything about him was just so big, you couldn't help but wonder what else was too. “I’m Y/N. I like to go on quests and collect gold.”
“Don’t tell me we’re actually going to help a high elf,” the last party member interrupted in a low voice, sneering, showing off his large, rounded canines when you looked past Yunho to scoff at him. “And an annoying one, at that. I don’t care if she’s fuckable. This is still a waste of time.”
Yunho put a large, warm hand on your shoulder, covering it completely. “Don’t take San’s words seriously, sweet. He bullies people when he likes them.”
The brooding barbarian folded his arms over the thick, furry pelt that covered his broad upper half, rolling his eyes, a few strands of his wild raven hair falling past his forehead. “Or maybe I just don’t like stuck-up little elven brats, ever think of that, Yunho?” His pronounced eyebrows joined together in a bout of sudden fury. “Huh? Can you even hear me up there, you oversized son of a bitch?”
A faint blush appeared on Yunho’s cheeks, smiling in San’s direction, before looking back down at you. “See? He loves me.”
You returned his smile with a grimace. “He loves being a dickhead too, apparently.”
“Excuse me?!” San growled, about to walk up to the both of you to prove that he only loved moonshine, his trusty club, and himself.
Mingi stepped in front of San, waving his hands around exasperatedly, wishing someone presented a dialogue skip option a long time ago, bored of the introductions. “Alright, alright, so are you coming with us, or not, princess? What’s the verdict?”
You rolled your eyes, opening the large entrance door of the guild, eventually letting out a long sigh, glancing back over your shoulder with a pout. You knew you had a slim chance of surviving without them, but you still had your pride. You let out a small hmph, annoyed when they still all just stood there waiting, encouraging you to stomp your silk shoe down on the ground, grumbling, “Ugh, are you coming, or what?”
Mingi and his friends chuckled amongst themselves and elbowed each other, amused by the amount of fiery zealousness your tiny body possessed, finishing their mugs of ale, eventually following you out of the guild and onto the dirt road.
“Hurry up! I wanna explore this dungeon today, not during the next winter solstice!” you called out to them, already at the forest entrance, tossing your head back in an exaggeratedly annoyed fashion.
The half-orc waved his hand around nonchalantly, despite his large lower canines growing more and more visible the more he began to smile, pulling out a small pair of lace panties that had a familiar design etched into them. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get your little elf panties in a twist,” he chuckled, bringing them up to his face to take a sniff.
Your inquisitive expression melted down into one of horror, then scrunched again, this time pleading him with his eyes. “Mingi…don’t tell me you’ve kept those all this time.”
“Of course I have, princess. In fact, I jerk off with them every chance I can in your honor. I can cum real hard just from knowing I turned a high elf onto orc cock forever. I still remember like it was yesterday,” he sighed dreamily, wiping away a fake tear, like had just said the most romantic sentence even known to orckind.
“I still fuck elves, you twat! I don’t need you or your stupid orc cock!” you argued, turning away so that none of them could see how flushed you had gotten, heading into the forest by yourself.
“That’s a damn lie. You showed up to my hut like three times during the Great Hunt not too long ago,” Mingi explained, following after you, his friends following beside him. “Don’t you remember? I had to carry you home after you passed out from squirting too hard.”
“No!” you shouted from ahead of him, swearing you were going to melt into the floor.
“She’s got elven pride, that one,” Mingi sighed, admiring you from behind. “Anyway, I got her soaked panties to prove it. You want to see them, don’t ya, Hwa?” Mingi elbowed Seonghwa, who just shook his head in disappointment, while he continued smiling truimphantly to himself.
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Your group took on a range of opponents, from skeleton armies to disingenuous slime cubes that you may or may not have fallen into, able to pass through quite a few levels of the dungeon, mostly due to Seonghwa’s spell casting abilities, San’s uncontrollable rage, Yunho’s knack of destroying anything he came in contact with, and Mingi’s axe-wielding skills. Did you want to admit that to yourself? Sure. Out loud? No, of fucking course not.
You picked off bits of pink slime that still clung to your wet form, grumbling under your breath about how sticky you felt, not even noticing that some of the slime had already absorbed into your skin.
“Need a little help there, princess?” Mingi mused, reaching down to your shoulder and wiping off some of the slime for you, his fingers tingling once he had done so.
“I suppose so,” you murmured, standing still so that he could continue helping you, surprisingly not even that bothered when the other members of your newfound party all gathered around you and picked or pulled off the remnants of slime that remained on your body, face, and hair.
As you entered the next room, all five of you noticed how the tinglyness remained, how it spread throughout your bodies like a gentle ripple effect, your bodies now collectively hot to the touch, though no one said anything to each other — at least, not yet, anyway.
“A chest!” you gasped excitedly, putting your dagger back into its respective holder and running up to the large, gold-plated chest that sat at the edge of the room, just waiting for someone to open it up and collect its contents.
“Don’t be stupid, elven brat. Not all chests are filled with treasure. Some of them could be decoys. You know that, right?” San rested the rounded bottom of his ginormous club down onto the dungeon floor, leaning on it, raising an eyebrow at you. “Or do you only familiarize yourself with crystals and orc cock?”
“Shut up!” You held onto the barbarian’s insult, rather than hearing him out. “You’re just saying that because you want the treasure for yourself!” You got on your knees in front of the chest, muttering, “Selfish prick.”
“What’d you say?!” San barked, his hand squeezing around the thick handle of his weapon.
Mingi slung an arm around San’s tense shoulders, smiling as though he was quite pleased with himself. “She’s got a mouth on her, huh?” He met San’s grimace with a shoulder squeeze. “Don’t worry, Sannie. She’s gonna learn the hard way.”
Yunho walked up beside Seonghwa, lowering himself down to sit on the cool stone ground with a thud, wiping a bit of perspiration that had formed on his forehead. “I’ve been feeling weird since we left the slime room, Hwa. Can you cast a healing spell?”
“Yeah, me too, now that you mention it,” Mingi called out, rubbing his sweat-covered neck with his free hand, encouraging San to open his own black furry coat, revealing an expanse of sweaty, tan, tattooed skin underneath it.
Seonghwa nodded his head in agreement, waving his hand around in front of him, manifesting a large glowing violet pentagram into existence, which eventually disappeared after the spell had be casted completely, a faint glow still visible around the edges of your bodies.
“Mm, I don’t really feel any different…” Mingi mumbled, his hot-blooded body even more tingly than before, starting to feel like he could fuck someone into oblivion right at that moment, even more than usual.
Once you had opened up the chest, ignoring the subsequent pounding inside your chest and cunt, you were met by a multitude of shiny, gold coins just waiting for you to take. “Holy shit, I’m rich!”
“You better split that with us, before I split you in half with my cock, stupid elf!” San griped from where he stood, now a bit hunched over, his words slightly slurred, not even fully realizing what he was saying.
“Wh-what?!” you squeaked, your ears bright red, turning your head to look at the barbarian in disbelief, not even noticing when the chest in front of you began to sprout limbs, a long, slimy tongue slipping out past the gold.
“I said, I’ll split you open–” San fully dropped his club, which resulted in a resounding thud inside the small room. He pointed an accusatory finger in your direction, blinking at you through his hazy vision, using his other hand to grab at himself through his furry kilt. “–with my big, barbarian cock!”
Yunho pointed at you as well, wanting you to notice the big monster that was about to have its way with you. “Um, Y/N, you should…”
“Not now, Yunho, I have to tell this idiot barbarian to suck my clit!” you informed angrily, holding your middle finger up at San, which he returned enthusiastically.
“Oh, yeah? Then, get your fucking ass over here and sit on my face, you elf slut,” San barked back, sticking his tongue out at you, still holding onto Mingi, appearing drunker by the second — though it wasn’t alcohol running rampant through his body. It was lust. The rest of them were feeling it too.
“Slut? I’ll show you slut,” you grumbled, about to stand up and give San a piece of your mind, your fist, and possibly your body when the mimic suddenly snatched you up with its long limbs and pinned you to the floor. “Oh my god, what’s happening? What the fuck is that?!”
San simply chuckled, leaning his back against the cold concrete wall of the small room, trying to cool his intensely heated body down. “That’s a mimic, dummy. I’m sure you can handle it though, since you’re so tough.”
Mingi looked to his friends, biting at his lip, noticing that none of them even attempted to assist you, more concerned with finding out what the monster was about to do to you. Even Yunho, who was the only one with any semblance of a conscience out of the entire party, somehow couldn’t bring himself to get up, instead answering to the oversized tent that was forming underneath his pelt.
The mimic pinned your wrists together above your head with one strong hand, using the other to lift one of your legs up into the air, breathing harshly as it studied your slick cunt through your tiny lace panties, eventually licking a long stripe up your body, from your pussy up to your chest, leaving your white garments completely soaked and see-through.
Trying desperately to free your hands from the monster’s unwavering grip, unable to prevent more slick from leaking out of you with your legs being held open, you angled your head back to look at the upside-down versions of your party, crying out, “Are you fuckers just going to sit there and watch?!”
“Yeah…we are, sweetheart,” Mingi sighed out, still leaning on San, a few drops of sweat cascading down his flushed face. He dragged his tongue across his teeth, breathing in the flowery scent of your arousal, inhaling so deeply his bull ring shifted slightly. “I’m sure you got it handled. Just tire it out with that wet fucking cunt of yours, will ya?”
A strong wave of pleasure pulsed through your body at Mingi’s response, looking to each of the members, realizing that they were really just going to observe as you got pleasured by the monster, getting more aroused by the second. What was wrong with you? You would’ve contemplated it more, but any thoughts you had would completely fizzle out once the mimic’s tongue came in contact with your cunt, licking you up and down in a rapid, desperate fashion. Its tongue was so heavy and hot against your pulsing cunt, you couldn’t help but cum within a few minutes, your body going limp. “Fuuuck, oh my god…”
“Came nice and hard, didn’t you?” Mingi continued to share his filthy words with you and his party, all five of you reacting positively to it. “I can fucking smell it, princess…” His smile twisted into a faux pout, his voice dripping with lust. “That tongue isn’t enough for you though, is it? Mm-mm, not nearly enough. You need cock stuffed inside your tight elven pussy, don’t you, darlin’?”
All you could do was let out a long pathetic whine, your flushed, fucked-our face giving Mingi and the boys the answer they needed. Now that you weren’t fighting back, the mimic lifted your lower half up into the air, positioning you so that its tongue could slither inside you, pistoning it in and out of your willing hole, your upper half hanging upside down, your tits bouncing with each of the mimic’s thrusts of its wet appendage, your writhing body on display for your party members’ viewing pleasure. “I’m…going to…kill you all…for watching…” you huffed out in between moans, drool slipping out past your parted lips.
Mingi turned his head to share looks with his friends, all of them now dealing with the same almost painful predicament. “Are you all as hard as I am…?” When they nodded, he felt a little less guilty, reaching down to rub at his leaking cock through his kilt, able to feel how stiff it was even through the thick material. He gazed down at you, biting at his bottom lip, holding onto the thick leather of his body harness, trying not to blow his load too quickly. “It feels good, doesn’t it, princess? I can hear how just how sloppy that mess of a cunt is…Do you like the way it’s fucking you senseless with its tongue? Is it filling you up just right?”
You couldn’t believe just how turned on you were in the moment, hardly about to breathe in between your bouts of pleasure, your body beginning to sieze up when the mimic shoved its tongue as deep as it could go, causing a prominent bulge to form inside your lower stomach. “S-so good, Min, gonna cum again…”
“Cum for us, baby, that’s it…” Mingi sighed, leaning his shoulder against San’s, noticing how he began to play with his cock through his kilt, doing his friend a solid and reaching over to stroke the base of it for him.
Groaning underneath his breath, San reached over to help Mingi out as well, the both of them hyperfixated on the way the mimic drank up your juices as though it needed it to live. Seonghwa and Yunho were in a similar position, but instead of answering to their aching cocks, they simply watched on, the visual stimulation clearly enough for them.
The mimic lifted your limp body upwards so that you were on your knees, with its large, agile tongue fitted in between your trembling thighs, grabbing you by the waist so that it could drag you back and forth along its long, slimy appendage. “Just like that, oh my god, it’s so–fuck–” you gasped, barely able to look at the men that were huddled around you, the new position not allowing you to hide away from their hungry gazes, your body on full display for them.
With his hand now fully hidden underneath San’s kilt, Mingi nodded his head at you in approval. “That’s my naughty little elf girl,” he praised you in a gravelly voice, groaning at the sensation of San tugging at his dripping cock from underneath his own pelt. “Let me see you cum one more time for us, princess. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Mingiii, I’ll cum for you,” you whined obediently, reaching down your shiny, wet body to rub your clit around through your thin, soaked panties, unable to keep your mouth closed anymore from how hard you were breathing.
“What a good listener you are, baby. Look at you playing with your tiny little clit without me having to ask. Such a good elf girl you are,” Mingi continued to praise you, knowing exactly what made you tick, his hand squeezing around San’s throbbing length.
San let out a higher pitched moan, his body beginning to tremble against Mingi’s. “I can’t believe you–unnh–managed to tame her so easily…”
“It wasn’t hard, Sannie…fuck– She may be a brat, but she’s a good girl at heart…” Mingi was beginning to fall apart as well, San’s calloused hand continually rubbing along his cock enhancing the pleasure of watching you willingly playing with yourself while you rode a monster’s tongue, his party’s presence filling him with even more warmth. “Cum for us, sweetheart, show us how pretty you are when you fall apart…”
Mingi’s praise-filled request mixed with the sensation of your puffy clit grinding along the mimic’s slick tongue sent you barreling over the edge, cumming so hard, you saw stars, barely able to grasp at the dagger that still sat inside its holster.
Meanwhile, San and Mingi both began to groan and shudder against the cool dungeon wall, shooting their hot loads onto each other’s hands and the insides of their pelts. Seonghwa and Yunho both coated their own undergarments with white, biting into their bottom lips so hard they just about broke the skin.
They were all so deep in their wells of ecstasy that they hardly even noticed when you let out a war cry and stabbed the mimic with your long dagger, rendering it dead, causing it to fade away in a flurry of sparkly, white dust, leaving a few gold pieces for you to take.
“I told you I could fucking take care of myself,” you grimaced, shoving your items into a small pouch you had hanging from your upper thigh.
Once the post-nut clarity set in, Mingi cleared his dry throat, scratching at his prickly chin. “I mean, you did defeat the mimic on your own, so credit is due when credit is due, princess. You just used your pussy to combat it…which is just as valid as using a real weapon, don’t get me wrong–”
“Shut it!” you simply yelled, your face so hot, it probably rivaled the surface of the sun, stomping past the recovering men and pushing the next door open once it unlocked itself, wasting no time to enter the last floor of the dungeon where the supposed lujuria plant was said to grow.
“Let’s go help her out with that plant. And remember, whatever happens, happens. Just know I’m not fucking any of you.” Mingi patted San’s shoulder, looking over to the other members of his party with a playful smile.
San smacked Mingi’s back playfully, which Mingi returned. “Let’s put that elf brat in her place.”
Mingi nodded. “Yeah, on my cock where she belongs.”
Seonghwa scoffed from beside them. “Could you be anymore crass?”
Yunho patted Mingi’s and Seonghwa’s shoulders, practically dislocating them, smiling goofily, his cheeks and face flush from the energy he exerted. “What happens in the dungeon, stays in the dungeon, boys.”
Seonghwa quietly nodded his head in agreement, until he murmured softly, “Indeed.”
࿏࿏࿏
“Where are you, you stupid fucking plant?” you called out inside the vast, foliage-covered room, swiping at the overgrown leaves and plants that were in your way, almost tripping over a few vines that grew in and out of the broken-up cobblestone floor below your feet.
The rest of your party followed your lead, Mingi and Yunho taking the initiative to cut down the thicker plants and foliage that stood in your way with their axes, almost completely out of breath when you finally came across a large pink plant growing in the middle of the room.
“I’m assuming that’s it,” you said mostly to yourself, slowly walking up to the plant, impressed by its intricate petals and inviting flowery scent. “It’s not as scary as I thought it’d be. It’s almost…pretty…”
Just as you reached out to touch it, Seonghwa opened his mouth to warn, “Wait, don’t–”
As soon as your slender fingers came in contact with one of the flower petals, the plant sent out a puff of dusty pink pollen directly into your face and the air around your party, before folding in on itself and growing comically large spikes to protect its core which contained the golden glowing seeds you needed to complete your quest.
You began choking and coughing along with the others, reaching out blindly through the thick pollen, finding solace in Seonghwa’s arms, who began reciting a spell to lessen the effects of the plant’s attempt at self defense, but it was too late. Mind-altering desire had already set in. “Can’t breathe…can’t think…” you whispered, grabbing at Seonghwa’s chest, unbuckling his top and revealing his smooth, marble skin, henna-like tattoos decorating his jewelry-adorned collar bone.
Seonghwa clutched your shoulders, breathing just as profusely as you were, murmuring, “Don’t think, then, silly elf,” before pressing his mouth onto yours with haste, his long, snake-like tongue slipping inside your mouth to explore it.
Strong, solid hands grabbed at your hips from behind, Mingi pulling them back so that he could grind his cock into your ass, his lips already ghosting along your neck. His deep, gravelly voice made you let out a weak moan into Seonghwa’s mouth when he sighed, “Gonna fill your cunt full of my cum, sweetheart. So fucking full.”
“Then, I get to fill her slutty elf cunt with my tongue first,” San interrupted, already on his knees, positioning himself in between you and Seonghwa, not hesitating to tear your skirt and panties apart to access your rapidly dripping cunt. “So pink, so pretty…” He attached his drooling mouth onto your clit, sucking so roughly, your knees almost buckled underneath you, about to completely collapse when he plugged your hole up with his hot tongue.
Seonghwa pulled away slightly, finally letting you breathe without having his tongue down your throat, instead completely shredding the front of your dress with his talons, just in time for Mingi to groan and cup your tits, squeezing and moving them around, saliva leaking past his plump lips. “I always know exactly what your idiotic orc brain is thinking,” he sighed at Mingi, bringing his own hands up to tweak and pinch at your nipples, making you cry out.
“Oh, yeah? Can you read my mind right now, Hwa? Can you tell that I’m about to stretch this elf’s little fuckhole wide open with my fat fuckin’ cock?” he said near your twitching, elongated ear, his hard length slipping in between your thighs to rub along the underside of your cunt, his dark eyes settled on Seonghwa’s before returning to your slick body, their hands moving in tandem to play with your tits, each getting a chance to squeeze your squishy flesh and tease your increasingly puffy nipples.
Yunho, who was hard beyond measure and feeling a little left out, walked up to the side of you and reached down to show off his enormous cock, the slick , oversized tip an angry shade of red. He pouted down at you, letting out a small whimper. “Can you please help me out, sweet? I’m so hard, it hurts…”
Unable to resist his puppy-dog eyes, you nodded, licking your lips, collecting his vast amounts of pre-cum at the rounded tip with your fingers, eventually using it to slick up the rest of his cock, doing your best to jerk him off with your small hands. “Does that feel good, Yunho?”
“So good, doll,” he gasped, leaning his head back, not registering when he began to thrust his hips forward into your hands, using them like a fleshlight.
You’re so big, Yunho, fuck– I can hardly wrap my hands around it…” you sighed out, opening your mouth to lick at the tip of his cock each time he thrusted into your hands. Your mind went blank, until you suddenly remembered that San was in between your squeezing thighs, devouring your cunt like it was his last meal, his tongue and lips wreaking havoc on your clit, his thick fingers shoved inside your pulsing hole.
“Like the way I’m eating this cunt of yours, eh, elf girl?” San mumbled in between slurps, gulping your juices down, a few dribbles of it cascading down his veined throat. “You don’t even need to answer, love. I can tell you do just from the way you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ my fingers.” San groaned deeply, watching the way you dripped for him as he continually went knuckles-deep inside you, biting his bottom lip, growling, “Cum for me. Cum all over my face, you brat. Fuckin’ do it.”
You unraveled almost instantaneously, getting your creaminess sucked off of your slit by the desperate barbarian, not even noticing that he had been jerking himself off so roughly, he had already made himself cum before you did.
“Goddamn it, since when did high elf squirt taste so fuckin’ good?” San mumbled drunkenly to himself, licking at his swollen lips, prior to sucking your cum from his fingers noisily.
“You’ve had your fun, Sannie boy. It’s time for this little elf girl to experience the pleasure of getting broken in by real men. Hwa, you know what to do,” Mingi announced hastily, already bringing you down to the floor so that you were about to slowly take the half-orc’s cock in your cunt from behind, Seonghwa supporting your front, the tip of his tail already brushing back and forth over your swollen clit, rubbing his large, ridged cockhead on your puffy lips to slick them up with his pre-cum, his own plump lips moving at a quick pace, expertly reciting an incantation that would allow you to physically take two obscenely large cocks at once, all well as increasing your natural lubricant and allowing you access to heightened physical sensations.
“Fuck, look at you…What a good little elf girl you are, taking us both inside you like this,” Mingi sighed into your ear, reaching around your body to lazily rub your wetness into your sensitive clit. “Almost like you were made to take monster cock, huh? Not made for little elven peckers, it seems.” He pressed his hand into your lower abdomen, able to feel the pronounced outline of his friend’s abnormally large length. “Mm, that’s right. You loved being stuffed full of monster cock, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Love it, Min, so much,” you choked out, your mind going positively blank, the only thing on your mind being the insanely pleasurable stretch you felt inside your core, knowing you were quite literally filled to the brim. “Feels so good, I can’t think.”
“Why think when you can just feel good, princess?” he chuckled, rubbing your tummy in an up and down motion, feeling the outline of Seonghwa’s thick, ridged length with his calloused fingers, shuddering from the sensation of their slippery cocks rubbing along one another inside your tight, slick walls . He nuzzled your neck and the side of your face with his prickly cheek, whispering onto your skin, “M’ so proud of you, sweetheart. I broke you in before and now here you are, taking big tielfing cock in your pussy while an orc’s stuffing you just as full. What a pretty sight you are. Wish I could take a picture.”
“Oh my god, Mingi, please, it’s so–” you could hardly verbalize, your eyes just about rolling into your skull, your body pulsing with so much pleasure, you could barely keep up with what was happening around you.
Mingi routinely filled your elongated ears with more filthy words, Seonghwa gazing deeply at you, your willing hole continuing to clench around their thrusting cocks, getting stretched so pleasurably, you almost passed out from that sensation alone.
All the while, San positioned himself in from of your tits, squeezing them together and driving his cock back and forth between them, grunting and groaning each time.
Yunho gently grabbed your chin, coaxing your mouth open as wide as it would go, whispering, “That’s it, my sweet, just a little wider…” He began to feed you his cock, stuffing your mouth full and instinctively fucking your throat, your jaw already beginning to ache from the obscene girth. “You’re so tiny…can barely take it…huh?” Moaning breathily, Yunho eventually settled for fucking the inside of your gummy cheek, afraid that he would suffocate you if he continued to throat fuck you.
It seemed that this quartet had been in this exact position before. That was clear to you now. You couldn't have been more wet and willing if you tried. Getting used by two filthy men while two more watched and desperately tried to get off using your body in any way they could filled you with a sense of purpose you didn’t realize you had always sought after.
“You want our cum in your pretty elf cunt, princess?” Mingi huffed, in between harsh, deliberate thrusts, his hands cemented on the reappearing bulge in your stomach. “Huh? You want us to make a mess of you, aye? Want to be fucked so full of our seed, you’ll give us pretty elven offspring?”
Once Yunho freed your saliva-streaked mouth from his suffocating length and resorted to jerking himself off, you were able to reply in a fucked-out, slurred voice, “Yeah–yeah–yeah– fill me up, wan’ it all. All your cum, in me, on me, I need it, pleaseee.”
Your willing party members’ highs all crescendoed in succession, Mingi resorting to sloppy, rough thrusts inside your tight hole until he spilled most of his load into you, his cum splashing onto Seonghwa’s cock, dripping along their lengths to form a milky rim. “Oh, fuck, that’s it…but I’m not done yet, princess…I gotta–nngh–leave my mark on my favorite elf…” He slowly pulled out with lewd pop, coaxing a few more cum shots out of his cock with a large, closed fist, watching the large milky droplets slide along your smooth skin and torn sections of your dress onto the curve of your exposed ass, his eyes creasing with clear adoration. “That’s more like it…”
“W-was that necessary…?” you murmured, trying not to cum just from the sensation of getting stuffed full of cum, sensing that Seonghwa was next in line to come undone inside you.
“Oh, my gods, I…see heaven,” Seonghwa gasped sharply, the whites of his boundless eyes glowing brightly, his lips parting to allow a shaky moan to escape. Seonghwa gripped your hips so tightly, he was bound to leave handprints, relying on slow, deliberate strokes, using your contracting cunt to milk the cum from his cock, unable to resist leaving a few drops on your clit and mound when he pulled out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna cum all over these tits, you little elven slut, take itttt,” San gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, only having to pump himself between your slick, pre-cum covered tits once more before he was able to leave thick spurts of white all over the bottom of your heated face and lips, leaving most of his load on your messy tits.
“O-oh, godddd…!” Yunho came last, and the most, closing his hands around his reddened tip, whining profusely, unable to keep himself from completely unloading all over your pretty face and hair, practically drenching you in his cum.
Mingi reached down to cup your chin, tilting your head back so that he could get a good look at you, admiring the way their collective seed dripped off and out of you, swearing he could shed a tear from such a beautiful sight. “Look at you. My pretty princess.”
You gently nuzzled his large hand, smiling contentedly, tasting the salt of someone’s load on your lips when you licked at them. “Your pretty princess…”
It took a while for all of you to come down and catch your breath, the effects of the pollen still practically running through your veins, but you managed to wobble your way over to the main plant and slowly pull your trusty dagger out of its holder, slashing the plant until its precious seeds dropped into your open palm. You looked down at the golden, glowing seeds, your fingers still splattered with milky liquid, reminding you of the trials you conquered to get to your ultimate goal. As you wiped your sticky face with your sleeve, you looked around at your panting, much more docile party members, wondering if it was all worth it.
Mingi brushed some of his sweaty hair out of his eyes, noticing the way you were looking up at him, sending a cocky smile your way. “So, you’re 200 gold pieces richer, princess. How does it feel?”
“Huh?” you questioned immediately, your fingers closing around the pouch that contained the precious lujuria seeds. “It was 1000 gold pieces. Did fucking me stupid render you stupid instead?”
“I’m sorry, darlin’, but with each party member fee, it rounds out at 200 a person,” he corrected you, bringing you in to give you a gentle hug and a pat on the ass, chuckling delightedly to himself, his friends joining in on the amusement. “That’s still quite a bit. You can buy yourself a pretty new dress since yours is all torn and drenched in our cum, ya’ know?” He leaned his head in your direction, twiddling his large thumbs, his smile growing more lewd. "That means I can have the one you're wearing right now, yeah?"
You grimaced, your blood boiling over, already stomping your way out of the last dungeon floor, your voice still growing louder and louder the further you walked away, swearing to yourself, “This is the last time I do anything with you, Mingi! Never again. Never! EVER!”
Mingi simply waved off at his friend’s questioning gazes, holding the seeds that you had taken from the plant inside his own hand, admiring their shimmering edges. “Don’t worry. She always comes back.”
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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.
episode ten :: MADNESS, BADNESS.
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴lewis hamilton x y/n
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔lewis + y/n = combination
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)
꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.
☆ IMESSAGE with : LEW <3
y/n: lew are u awake
lew <3: yeah i’m up
y/n: wait did i wake u up
lew <3: no no dw i couldn’t sleep
lew <3: why are you up tho doll?
lew <3: it’s almost two in the morning
y/n: i couldn’t sleep either <3
y/n: remember the demo lyrics i showed you like three days ago??
lew <3: the one you began writing on the boat?
y/n: yeahhhh that one
lew <3: yeah ofc
y/n: can u help me finish it?
y/n: if you’re not busy ofc
lew <3: never too busy for you doll
lew <3: plus i’m not really doing anything rn
y/n:
lew <3: you and those memes lmfao
lew <3: how can i help you doll
y/n: oh
y/n: i was actually hoping you’d come over
y/n: i’m just chilling in my home studio
lew <3: studio you said???
lew <3: you don’t even have to ask twice
lew <3: putting on my shoes
y/n: omg oh my god okay omg
y/n: y/n x xnda????
lew <3: whewwwwwww 😮💨😮💨😮💨
lew <3: let me cook alright
y/n: get in there lewis
lew <3: omw !!!
y/n: pls bring roscoe
lew <3: dw i will
lew <3: i said your name once and he immediately woke up
y/n: 😭😭
y/n: i miss him sm
lew <3: on our way doll :)))
y/n
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y/n it’s just me and you
tagged: roscoelovescoco, lewishamitlon
592,495 comments.
username Y/N’S IN THE STUDIO ALERT 🚨
username BITCH IS THAT ROSCOE???!?!?????!?!?
→ username IT IS SHE TAGGED THE ACCOUNT
→ username ROSCOE MUSICAL DEBUT???
→ username producer tag is woof woof
username y/n???? and lewis??? in the studio???? i’m excited????
username YESSSS NEW MUSIC SOON PLS 🔥🔥🔥
username LET HER COOK LET HER COOK 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
username YES GOD PLS
username Y/N AND XNDA????
→ roscoelovescoco y/ns ands roscoe
→ username HOE YOU AINT SLICK
→ username LEWIS DROP THE SONG IMMEDIATELY
→ username OKAY SO THIS JUST CONFIRMED IT
→ username WORLDS COLLIDING????
→ username IM SOOOOOO NORMAL ABT THIS
username LEWIS AND Y/N IN THE STUDIO????
→ username i personally, am frothing at the mouth.
→ username real
carlossainz55 babysitting duty?
→ y/n third wheeling duty actually
→ lewishamilton i was the third wheel 🙋🏾
→ username OHMYGODOHMYGOD
→ username Y/N X XNDA WHEN
[liked by lewishamilton]
username OMFGGGGGGG
roscoelovescoco i’s missed yous y/ns 🐾
→ username i once again say, hoe you ain’t slick 🤨
username there’s so much going on i don’t know where to look.
username LEWIS WAS THEREEEEEEE
username BRO IM BOUT TO EXPLODE
y/l/nestate glad you’re in the studio but please get some sleep 🎀
jensonbutton another banger album coming?
→ y/n maybe 🤭
→ username HUHHHHHH
username FATHER JENSON
→ username ANOTHER ALBUM????
→ username MA’AM YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AND DIP
→ username Y/N COME BACK 🔪
→ username AYEEEEYOOOOOO
→ username SCREAMINGGGG
→ username BWOAHHHHHH
→ username Y/N I SWEARRRRRR
☆ IMESSAGE with : BOARD OF DIRECTORS.
princess george: so y/n
y/n: jesus christ
princess george: wrong
honey badger: lmfao
y/n: oh this feels like a threat
yukino: it is 🔪🔪🔪
PIERRE GASLYYYY: ^^^
y/n: OH???????
princess george: you and lewis huh 😏
y/n: don’t ever use that emoji ever again omfg
my baby lando: look at her trying to dodge the topic
babygirl alex: no bc literally
chili!: what were you doing in the studio w a boy in the middle of the night young lady 🤨
y/n: papa????
chal eclair: answer the question bae ❤️🔪
wifey lily: yet another man trying to steal my wife i see
angel carmen: no bc has he no self respect? frolicking with a married woman?
girlfriend kika: my wife specifically??
y/n: oh my god 🤭 babe i’m blushing
alabono: bro answer the question
y/n: 🙄🙄🙄🙄
y/n: he helped me with a demo i’m working on
y/n: we wrote a song together is all
yukino: a part of me wants to believe you but the other says you’re hiding shit 🧐
y/n: omfg yuki how dare you
chal eclair: oh so you just hung out?
y/n: yeah man
PIERRE GASLYYYY: “yeah man” right.
PIERRE GASLYYYY: you liar
PIERRE GASLYYYY: roscoe was still at your house this morning when kika facetimed you so lewis is also probably still there
yukino: SO YOU ARE HIDING SHIT???
y/n: wAIT
babygirl alex: LIARRRRRRRR
angel carmen: HOW COULD YOU
y/n: HOLD AWNNNNNN
honey badger: CAN WE EVEN TRUST YOU MATE
chili!: ^^^^^^^
y/n: OKAY
y/n: LISTEN
my baby lando: 👂🏼👂🏼👂🏼👂🏼👂🏼
y/n: roscoe is at my house bc i’m babysitting him today, lew is busy and i’m keeping an eye on him while in the studio
chal eclair: LEW?????
chal eclair: HE HAS A NICKNAME NOW??
chal eclair: I WAITED TWO YEARS TO GET A NICKNAME AND HE GETS ONE EASILY?
chal eclair: THE BEST I GET OUT OF YOU IS SHAL LEGLEG AND HE GETS A CUTE “LEW”?
chal eclair: no.
chal eclair: tell him to pull up
babygirl alex: relax u can’t hurt a fly even if you wanted
yukino: it’s okay charles i’ll hurt him for you
y/n: neither of you is hurting anyone
my baby lando: i smell a potential father figure
y/n: omg shut up
honey badger: she says as she giggles and kicks her feet
y/n: STOPPP
wifey lily: OH SO YOU ARE GIGGLING KICKING YOUR FEET
yukino: down MISERABLE
y/n: NO IM NOT
princess george: what did he do that has you kicking your feet 🤨
chili!: ^^^^^^
babygirl alex: ^^^^^
yukino: ^^^^^^^
honey badger: ^^^^^
y/n: we didn’t do anything oh my god
alabono: we didn’t ask if YALL did something
alabono: we asked what did HE do
alabono: exposed ur self dummy
wifey lily: i’m so proud of you for clocking that babe
alabono: 😌
my baby lando: WAIT
honey badger: YOU TWOOOO DID SOMETHING
yukino: y/n, spill or i crash into lewis next race
y/n: listen. good fucking god.
y/n: i’m literally powering off my phone after this.
y/n: we kissed in the recording both
my baby lando: HUHHHLDOWIFIW
wifey lily: WHATTTTTDOYOUMEANKISSED
chili!: KISSED??? LIKE MWAH MWAH
alabono: MWAH MWAH IS KILLING MEEEE
PIERRE GASLYYYY: Y/N ANSWER THE PHONE
babygirl alex: THEY KISSEDDDDKDOSK
girlfriend kika: LOOOOOOSING IN MY MIND
honey badger: BITCH COME BACK HERE
angel carmen: MY KNEES ARE WEAK WDYM KISS
princess george: YOU DID WHAT WHERE
chal eclair: HE STILL GOT A NICE ENOUGH NICKNAME BEFORE ME MATE.
y/n added to their story!
☆ IMESSAGE with : LEW <3
lew <3: today was as long as a mf
lew <3: i got home and wondered why i couldn’t hear any barking
lew <3: forgot my boy was with u lol
y/n: oh fuck u seem rly rly tired
y/n: it’s okay i’ll drop him off dw
y/n: lol at least one of us got work done
lew <3: was ur day not good?
lew <3: what happened doll
y/n: roscoe is soooo fucking adorable :(
y/n: i literally couldn’t pay attention to anything that wasn’t him
y/n: he’s so so so cute it’s was so distracting 🥹 and the problem was that i had him on my lap the entire morning and when i stopped cuddling him he started whining and crying n i felt like a monster
lew <3: awww
lew <3: ur so cute
lew <3: i feel terrible knowing i can’t take him everywhere with me
y/n: he’s so babie i love him soooo much
lew <3: more than me?
y/n: yes obv 🙄 know ur place
lew <3: lmfaoooo
lew <3: come over already doll
y/n: aw man ur taking roscoe away from me :’(
lew <3: i miss my son
lew <3: and i miss my doll too
y/n: making me blush lew
lew <3: if not me then who will
lew <3: btw ur staying for dinner
lew <3: u don’t have a say in this :)
y/n: yes sir!!
lew <3: oh?
lew <3: sir huh?
y/n: 🫢🤭
lew <3: come over.
y/n: omwwww
lewishamilton added to their story!
#☆ — ¡h4m1lt0ns!˚⁎⁺˳ .#f1 x y/n#f1 fanfiction#f1 smau#f1 x reader#f1 x you#lewis hamilton x reader#carlos sainz x reader#charles leclerc x reader#lando norris x reader#daniel ricciardo x reader#pierre gasly x trader#yuki tsunoda x reader#alex albon x reader#george russell x reader
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btw Whatsapp is holding a 'women in motorsports' dinner and Carmen is the host, which is a choice, and a effing weird one at that. there's so many women in motorsports out there to host something like that, whatsapp is Doriane's sponsor after all.
(I got two asks on this so not sure if you accidentally sent it twice anon, or if you have a thought twin somewhere!)
Yeahhhh, I've seen that and I feel exactly the same as you do on the matter, and what's annoying is I feel like we've had this exact argument about what constitutes a 'woman in motorsport' before, back when Puma put Carlos' ex gf in an ad campaign with the tag line, and Kelly was in Vogue with the same title, and yet STILL brands are doing this lazy feminism and tone deafness.
It's unfortunate that this criticism comes sharp on the heels of the book nonsense, because it gives the opportunity for it to get dismissed as 'hate' when really it's not about which wag is doing it this time, it's about the fact that brands want to appear like they're uplifting women, whilst just further imposing the limitations and boundaries they claim to be fighting against.
I get why she would accept. She's not ultimately the problem in this instance (although I have some questions about how many Merc sponsors she's suddenly partnering with, in a way that we don't see from other wags. It's giving heavy nepo and idk that it's a great look, or really aligning with her financial independence schtick she's been pushing - come on girl have some awareness)
As you say there are COUNTLESS women in motorsport who would have been a great pick to put their name to this. Women who have genuinely fought through and overcome the patriarchal hurdles that motorsport poses in order to take their place on the grid or in the paddock. Wags have not done that. Their paddock pass is afforded them purely on the basis of who they know and they do not represent women who have faced an uphill battle to be seen and heard in a male dominated industry.
And this is where the Wag culture obsession really grinds my gears, because brands do know this and are more than likely picking wags to front their events like this a) for their image, because whilst the purpose is women, they still want to use women deemed conventionally attractive to entice men to take an interest - just check out the mean comments on Doriane's appearance under her Kimmel interview. And b) for their follower counts - which don't get me started on how ig follower volume is not a meritocracy - but rather than a huge brand like WhatsApp picking someone like Doriane and using their platform to push her story and bring it to more people, they'd rather pick Carmen and have her promote their event to her cohort of followers and all the young girls who follow her who'll now mistakenly think "Oh WhatsApp cares about women!"
It's more bullshit faux feminism (much like female invest funnily enough) Like I said, she's not the architect of it, but she is complicit in it and it's disappointing all around. Doriane, Bernie Collins, Ruth Buscombe, the list of people better suited for this is endless. I think the real test is going to be (much like these Charlotte tilbury dinners) how many ACTUAL women in motorsport will be invited, or will it be another influencer event that's all for show?
#yesterdayianswered#Carmen mundt#George russell#Sorry you're getting a rant at 7am#I've seen a rumour that people responding and calling them out for this are getting blocked#So if that's true I guess that tells you all you need to know#Wag culture is regressive nonsense and we're all worse off for it
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So @hoicacti wanted some of my Yu-Gi-Oh headcanons, so here are a few non season five spoiler ones:)
Joey's dog tag that we see in his season two(?) outfit was gifted to him by serenity before his mom left with her. He wears it all of the time, under his clothes usually but just in general. ( @spudat0 came up with this one)
TW: infidelity, alcohol abuse This one's a little darker, but Joey's mom cheated on his dad. Basically, you know how serenity and joey look nothing alike? Yeahhhh. And she took serenity when she left because she left to go with whoever she cheated with. Joey's father turned to drinking as a coping mechanism, and that's how all of that went.
joey has a missing tooth from fighting and stuff. ( @spudat0 also came up with this one)
joey has lightning scars from y'know getting hit with lightning during battle city. And some burn scars, also from battle city. Yugi has burn scars from various incidents, namely when bandit Keith stole the puzzle(or otogi/duke for my manga readers) and when Yami jumped in front of the blast to save joey and mai. Ryou has scars from Yami bakura shenanigans. (Spud did a lot of the work for this one, but I helped a little bit)
joey and Yugi are both very wary of water after almost drowning in season one and the yugi vs mind controlled joey duel in season two.
ok the rest of them are all very silly ones about Yami, because he's a very silly guy.
Yami goes on yugi's computer all night occasionally and just does stuff on it. It doesn't matter what. It's how he got a lot of his real world knowledge outside of Yugi's head. Yugi is so tried after he does this.
Yami has the weirdest food cravings ever. He throws random foods together and finds them delicious. Yugi has taken control and immediately thrown up on multiple occasions, and Yami was very quickly banned from making meals.
Yami absolutely adores helicopters. This one is my favorite to joke around with, because it's so stupid. It mostly came about because of how fascinated Yami looks in the kaiba corp helicopter in season two.
Ok this one isn't as silly but is really sweet and one of my favorites of this batch. Yami has some manipulation over Yugi's dreams, and so he uses that ability to fend off yugi's nightmares. (This one was mostly me)
All of the ones not specifically marked as either spud or I were a team effort, and all of the Yami ones were done in the middle of the night while we were way too sleep deprived for our own goods. Except for the nightmare one.
#I have so many more but all of them are spoilers for the last season so they'll have to wait#I organized them into joey(he has more non spoiler headcanons then Yami or Yugi) then more than one character then Yami and Yugi#yu-gi-oh#yugioh#yu gi oh#yami yugi#ygo#yu gi oh duel monsters#yu gi oh dm#yugi moto#Yu-Gi-Oh#yugi mutou#yugi muto#Yugi motou#Joey wheeler#jonouchi katsuya#katsuya jonouchi#jounouchi katsuya#bakura#Ryou bakura#Ygo headcanons#Spud and I with our yugioh au#Sorry for @ing you spud but I thought you deserved some credit for our insanity#Puzzle boys
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AMETHYST. “i wish id done things differently, i wish i had been brave” is CRAZY.
i just binged the whole thing upon realising that was the final chapter. here are my takeaways.
so obsessed w siren scott. xornoth and him are such a duo. “because im _trying_ to be the big brother here” so real xorny.
love me some worldbuilding. and also— siren lore?/ hello??? i hate that we never find out why they gave him away as a concubine tho. is it too much of a spoiler just to ask?
hybrids? having a regular conversation? in MY angsty minecraft au?
[ “Ah, my first sale was similar…don’t think I spoke in almost a month.”
“A month? I went three, then the next place I was sold to was this exotic bar…he expected performance, dude…”
“Like my third! She only wanted me because my wings shimmer…it was humiliating…”
“Was it? Huh…I wonder if he felt that way…”
“Hm?”
“Nothing.” ]
nah thats crazy. talking so casually about this stuff. the callbacks to grian and ren. when are we getting more of them btw
scott waking up and IMMEDIATELY at martyns throat. them arguing for the rest of the day. lqdkpskwpgkc ME AND WHO!!
ren and martyn totally being in love and jimmy just watching like “fuck are they doing” is literally the entire tt fandom.
also i copy pasted the dialogue wrong and because of tumblrs stupid system it took me like a whole 30 seconds to fix it please appreciate me
Thank you so much for all the details you enjoyed, I absolutely LOVE IT when folks do that, so thank you thank you!!!! Yes, it's all a whole lot of stuff kinda coming together, plus Scott fever dreaming his backstory for us, just...a whole lot! A whole heck of a lot!
I appreciate you for fixing the dialogue 😊
I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Yeahhhh Jimmy just kinda being like 'guys confess your love it ain't that hard I did it' and it's like yeah Jimmy but WHATS YOUR NAME!?
Anyway.
So glad you enjoyed it!!! 💖
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Century of Love EP 3-4 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts
Ok ok ok we're going fast baby! need to catch up so i can start doing this weekly.
Kanom krok! if any of ya'll ever coming to Thailand you better get this dessert. imo it's the best Thai street food. i'm not fond with the ones that has corn in them, but for real the green onions ones are heavenly.
Best advice in bl ever grandma. yeah fuck them hoes whose only judged you for your past mistakes and social status.
Tit-bit about thai nickname trend. people who only has two kids usually named their two kids to rhyme and/or in similar theme. for an example Nammon (holy water) Namhom (scented water.)
This is a BL alright :)
the three (generations) stooges. god i loved this family so much.
This is the sexiest scene in all of the recent Thai BLs. fight me, this man brush work got me more work up than butt naked sex scenes. anyways i'm calling dibs on this man he's my future husband and non of you bitches can have him!
Yeah as much it is ashamed for me to admit this but i can only count to ten in mandarin.
Gramp you already had sex dreams about this boy. also the heaven don't give no shit about two men getting married. it's the dinosaurs that you have to be worry about.
The OG Y girl Nu Wa striked agian.
One bad choice and your life is ruined. i related to that.
One class solidarity flashback and this man is ready down to clown, respect.
I know this scene is suppose to be funny but like i'm trash so... berate me more Daddy!
Dashing! so since the marriage equality bill passed i've been start thinking about my own hopefully one day will happen wedding. and yeahhhh i'm a basic bitch i probably going to wear black but after seeing this maybe red is not a bad choice. still need to find a man first tho.
What did i said! our girl Nu Wa is the OG!
Another bad choice to be make, that's life i guess.
And now to EP 4!
I wish i have the audacity of this boy. it's very inspiring to be this shameless.
Ok i love this homophobic grandpa. idk why but i don't feel bothered by a homophobic lead in this show contrast to other older Thai BLs.
Noooo you hurts my baby old man! although bloody noise Tao is kinda turn me on.
Food!!!
I don't care i support this boy very bad choice in saving his grandma. this baby and his grandma deserved the world.
My heart! ahhhhhhh!!!!
*incoherent noise* Gay love is indeed magical.
I will kill you motherfucker. classist pig.
+1 Point for show up for the wedding - 1 point for not beliving your friends outlandish BL nonsense.
Hell yeah, this shit alway bothered me in vempire show.
Danm this boy is jacked! i support (as long as they're not straving themselves) twink death for all BL actors.
This show is bonker lol i loved it.
Hi uncle Suchat.
Yesss finally some good god danm Thai BL. these two EPs is so good, i loved the silly bickering between our leads but also how the emotional stuff are very much not overshadowed by all of the sillyness. i'm very much invested in Wee's quest to save his grandma and the genuine budding romance that started to bubbly up cause of the mutual cares and empathy that the leads has for each other. i'm having a great time with this show and i can't wait for this week EPs.
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SECRETS 3 - PEDRI
part1, part2
yourinsta
i cant get enough of this city
liked by pedri, brycehall and 719,629,720 others.
joaofelix79 i cant get enough of asking for blue hair
user443 HAHAHAHA
yourinsta Joao istg I'm gonna block you
pedri real 💯
pedri ❤️
yourinsta ❤️
brycehall barcelona actually looks fire
yourinsta come here and ill get some people to show you around
brycehall can i also meet the real madrid players??
yourinsta no but the barcelona players
brycehall if i have to...
ferrantorres hey!
user819 okay but blonde hair suits her so well
yourinsta thanks so muchh!!
user910 i love barcelona man i agree
myamoryn how is frenkie doing?
user828 he's injured you idiot
frenkiedejong 😍💩
yourinsta 💩📸
mikkykiemeney i love that we look alike now
yourinsta oh yeahhhh HAHAH
siramartinezc so prettyyyyy
yourinsta ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
macaronparatoi been here since brown hair era
ynamor real me too
ynamor i cant get enough of you!!!!!
pablogavi good old barceloneta
yourinsta my fav place
pablogavi wasnt it apple?
yourinsta oh yeah right apple
pedri I know that its me bro
pablogavi he's an idiot sometimes
yourinsta gavi i agree
pedri
cant get enough of this
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yourinsta ❤️ (pinned)
pedri ❤️
pablogavi i can imagine
pedri okay what...
pablogavi nothing...
yourinsta ...
user829 Wait pedri goes outside?
user828 HHAHAHAHA
user819 honestly shes right
user889 thats so real
ynamor DRAMAA
user662 YESS
user729 we loveee
brycehall I'm invested in this secret
yourinsta I'm sure bryce
user772 what is he even doing here
user16 its funny tho hahaha
user220 wait didnt Y/n say the same thing?
ynamor thats what im sayinggggggg
lamineyamal and you were saying that I'm the one who has a gf?
pedri si hermano
lamineyamal life is unfair...
pedri gotta live with it
ferrantorres okay its a bit obvious now pedro
pedri we using first names now Ferran Torres García.
ferrantorres oh im screwed.
user92 HAHAHA
user810 WHATS GOING ON???
barcaupdates
JUST IN:
Pedri's girlfriend hasn't posted anything for the past 3 months, neither about herself or Pedri.
Pedri neither the guys want to talk about her or her and the players relationship, everything points to the breakup of the famous couple.
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user810 something is going on
user634 right im scared something happened
user447 maybe something happened
user1710 NOO THEY BROKE UP?? 😭😭
user556 not a 100% sure
user01 I cant believe it...
user819 i miss her posts so much...
user226 right they were so iconic
user910 guys maybe they just want some privacy
user8192 then she'd atleast like the pictures of pedri
user019 she doesnt have to do anything
user729 yeah but still if they would be still together she would show some support
user662 girl stfu
ynamor I'm depressed rn 😞
user928 girl same
#barca#football#futbol#gavi#pablo gavi#fanfic#fc barcelona#mustread#espana#gavi x reader#pedri gonzalez#pedri/gavi#pedri x reader#pedrito#pedri smut#pedri
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!/$&,! what if i said established! changbin x r who notice lix’s crush on them and decide to smoke him out nd tag team him ^_^
OHHHHH YEAH YEAH YEAHHHH!!! bini lil schemer. who wouldn’t notice felix’ crush on changbin, the way he’s constantly gripping at his biceps and staring at him with fuck me eyes (real)!!! and the way he lights up when you talk to him, the way he gets a boner everytime you call his name!!!! hes so obvious
it’s no different when you invite him to smoke, either! the little pixie boy is sprawled over your boyfriend’s lap like a cat and staring intently at you when you offer to smoke him out. he’s all “i- heh. is binnie hyung okay with that?” and changbin would smile, nod, encouraging felix to surge forward to you with a firm hand on his shoulder.
when your lips touch he whines and it’s the best thing you’ve ever heard. he whines on his inward inhale, and then he squeaks when he feels changbin’s hands on his waist. changbin waits until you’ve blown the smoke out, then he’s crowding further into lix’s space before pushing the back of your head’s together. kissing felix is good, but seeing him kissing changbin might be even better.
he lets you strip him, all toned limbs and broad, eager smiles. he’s blushing, confused and a little high, but this is his dream come true so he doesn’t care!! you both check in on him, and then changbin’s got felix on his tummy to start prepping his ass.
so cute honestly <3
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28, 30, 38 ‼️
28) Do you collect anything?
Why, yes! On my computer? I like collecting and analyzing packet traffic with TCPdump when I'm really bored...
I collect imagery that appeals to me.
I have a folder called 'William Bourbon' too.
In real life I collect small matchbox sedan cars that have cute 'front faces' to me and plush toys that make me smile. Each matchbox car has a name; I'm not sure how, but my brain assigns them genders, too.
I also have a lot of technology. Plans to expand with a PiHole are in the works.
I have a massive collection of pieces of fiction with quotes that stood out to me. A stunning lot of it is by @danosrosegarden - they have a certain whimsy I'm really attracted to in their writing!
30) What's one thing that never fails to make you happier?
Something related to my interests; if I'm really sad, you can bonk me with William Birkin HCs or say something silly like 'yeahhhh he would TOTALLY hug you man!!!' and that's like percussive maintenance. Being a maladaptive daydreamer has its perks!
38) What is your favorite song, currently?
This has been taking up a lot of my brain. I get "Wesker's exploring a temple with Sonnentreppen at its' heart, and ancient pits with the horrors of Progenitor ever-decaying glare angrily at him; he's glancing at blood-stained walls of history as he trespasses crumbling, unmaintained corridors" vibes.
Or, conversely, to tie it back to relevancy between us: something that would play if you entered PG-U Starvation Stage Wesker's Terror Radius. I imagine the alarm sound that weaves through it would sound far away if he's far, but closer (and become persistent without fading out into the guitar) if he's nearby.
It's a tonal track with a persistent, aggressive, industrial 'alarm' sound with a complex backing guitar polyrhythm and real jaunty drums... at least, I think that's how I'd describe it... I'm not sure if that's accurate-
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So Gregson was possibly killed out of the country, woah. The killer must've been pretty speedy to make it back in time to place the body in the room, world's first speedrunner. YEAHHHH KAZUMA BREAK THE RULES FOLLOW YOUR OWN PATH! Though your path is colliding and scraping harshly against our own...
Gina you can't bring up the phrase 'ten years ago' without everybody losing their minds. JIGOKU?! Now I understand why he went missing if he was about to get assassinated. OOOOOOO VAN ZIEKS IS CALLING EVERYONE OUT! "But you're in danger of becoming a far more sinister Reaper yourself" OH THIS LINE IS GOING TO DESTROY ME AAAAAAAAAAA
Aww poor Gina, don't worry we'll try to help ya as best we can even if our backs are pushed against the wall!
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UH UH UH KAZUMA WHY DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE TRUNK DUDE YOU'RE SCARING ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT JUST GETS WORSE WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO MY FAVORITES NOOOOOO KARUMA IS CHIPPED HIS SOUL IS DAMAGED IM NOT OKAYYYYYYYY
HE'S AN ASSASSIN OH GOD PLEASE KAZUMA BE TELLING THE TRUTH ABOUT NOT KILLING ANYBODY I WANT TO BELIEVE YOU
YOOOOOOOO SHOLMES N MIKOTOBA POV WOOOOOOOO! The dolls are just inexplicably sentient I guess, but it is very funny. Now that's what we call a deduction by proxy, Tchikin. Sholmes, Master Of Unlocking, strikes again! Oh Sholmes n Mikotoba are so gay I see it clearly now. The Game Is Afoot really is the perfect song for reuniting with your partner after a decade of longing and finally being able to dance with the one you missed so dearly again. AND THEY'RE ACTUALLY TAP DANCING DUDE I'M GONNA CRY AUGHHHHHH goddddd imagine if Ryunosuke learned how to tap dance throughout the course of the duology I'd die if that was real.
HOLY SHIT SHOLMES' NAME CAN MAKE NUMBERS HOW TF DID THEY PLAY 4D CHESS WITH THE LOCALIZATION ON THIS?! We've got a 11037 situation on our hands! Hey Jigoku, you have a lot of explaining to do. That's part of Gregson's pocket watch... Gregson was murdered on this ship.
(To Whom It May Concern - @raymondshields)
#live neo reaction#ace attorney#ace attorney spoilers#the great ace attorney#tgaa#tgaa spoilers#tgaa2#tgaa2 spoilers
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FHJY EPISODE 17 LIVEBLOG
Spoilers under the cut
Adaine trying to relax for her friends is so sweet I love her so much
ANKARNA FACE REVEAL??? ANKARNA FACE REVEAL!!!
Fig wrote a song so banging she managed to reach out to and touch her God. I love her so much.
The way she's trying to reach out to Ankarna is so sweet to her. The fact they're bonding over their girlfriends being out of town is insane.
"You have always known" GOES SO FUCKING HARD. BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN!
What Fig does to Ruben is lowkey wild when you think about it. What are you doing to that poor guy. What did he do to deserve this.
BRITISH KRISTEN FUCKING GOT ME AGAIN holy shit. K2 you are in my head what is up with you???
WHY IS EVERYONE HELPING HER DO THIS? They're all absolutely deranged I love it.
EMILY AXFORD'S LUCK IS FUCKING WILD. I LOVE IT.
This whole scene is so crazy what the hell is happening
Jawbone is so fucking sweet I love that man so much. He's so great. I love how much Kristen is concerned for him and how close they are. Jawbone's amazing <3
Murph's face while Kristen talks to Bobby Dawn is SO FUNNY. They're great.
Brennan Lee Mulligan how dare you make me cry about Bucky Applebees right now.
AYDA LEFT FIG A TON OF ANCIENT MUSICS I'M CRYING SO HARD. INCREDIBLY SICK BASS FROM YOUR GIRLFRIEND MY BELOVED
Fig talking about her future made me so happy,,, the kids are alright.
DID AYDA LEAVE HER A METEOR SHOWER??? OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HOLY FUCKING SHIT I LOVE LOVE. BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN I OWE YOU MY LIFE. I have NEVER in my ENTIRE LIFE HEARD ANYTHING AS ROMANTIC AS THAT MESSAGE. I AM OVERWHELMED WITH EMOTION. And the ending was just fucking great. "You are not going to believe how much my dad spent on this jet ski" absolute peak comedy.
The foreshadowing of Fig leaving the group is a little sad, but like. You know what? Fig's great. And wherever she goes I know the Bad Kids have her back :)
SHE WRITES AYDA A LETTER [sobs] These two ARE true love!
"A DOG RIDING A HORSE, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?" destroyed me.
PORTER IS EVIL!!! FIG IS VINDICATED!!!!!! FUCK YEAHHHH!
Ankarna and Cassandra's fascinating relationship will haunt me forever. And the fact that Ankarna fell before Cassandra also haunts me. holy hell
AHHHH THEY WANT TO KILL ANKARNA :(
FUCK. YES! Is coming back to fucking bite the party in the ass. Kristen Applebees you have to pull a nat 20 out of your fucking ass
Kristen's bid for president being the key to stopping the big bad evil guy is absurd to me. I love her so much
I love Emily Axford so much. She always swings to the fucking fences with her acting and I love her so much.
GOD I LOVE PORTER he's so fucking evil he's great.
Riz is so smart and Murph's luck has been INSANE. That whole scene had me WRACKED with emotion. His insane spy shit fucks so hard this is so cool.
"AYDA, AYDA MARRY YOU" FUCKING. I LOVE HER SO MUCH
BOBBY DAWN IS IN ON IT, FUCK YEAH
HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT! GOD OF WAR ANKARNA??? INSANE
BAKLAVA IS REAL??? BAKLAVA IS REAL!!!!!
PORTER WANTS TO BECOME GOD??? DUDE. THE FUCKING HUBRIS.
The final battle's going to be at Fabian's party isn't it??? I'm so excited
This group has such good chemistry and they're such good friends and I love them SO MUCH
Riz's ability to case a fucking joint is ABSURD. This man is BUILT for this shit and it's great to see him do the shit he's best at.
The RatGrinder's Plan as its laid out now is so scary, and I CANNOT WAIT to see how this all plays out. Aguefort picked the WORST time to go on fucking vacation.
FUCK SHE WROTE PORTER'S NAME ON THE TEACHER EVALUATION. FiG NOOOOO
THEY HAVE TO KILL THOSE FUCKERS. Maybe the RG's just need therapy but you just need to KILL THOSE FUCKING TEACHERS.
"WAIT, NON-STUDENTS CAN'T VOTE?" KRISTENNNNNNN
Fried Rice Dimension in the Garage, losing it.
"this is too easy" god Murph you're so right this is too fucking easy
FUCK THEY PUT THE CLOUDRIDER IN FABIAN'S FUCKING HOUSE.
THE BEER PONG GAME WAS A RITUAL? FUCK! OISIIN GOD DAMN IT I WANTED TO ROOT FOR YOUUUUUU
"Oh, My Mom's Gonna Kill Me" FABIAAAAAAAN THATS SO FUNNY.
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I’m not a fangirl of Louise who praises every step and kisses the ground she walks on. But I’m passionate about art. Various fields. Criticize her all you want, nothing can stop you. But taking away her credibility as an artist, calling her lazy or fake is completely ridiculous for someone who understands art. Her being a partner of a successful musician is not helping here. People call her talentless but I’m sure she won’t let soulless creatures dictate her worth. Pointless. The problem is that not all talents are visible at first glance. And there’s no definition for an artist. Fuck you Cambridge Dictionary! Being an artist is inconsistent. Doesn’t require releasing music every few months. Because it doesn’t have a DEADLINE. In fact, you can be an artist and never release anything. Business is not art. Industry is killing the real meaning of it. Some people enjoy composing and the creative process more than publishing. It can be more about the journey rather than final product. And the satisfaction and fulfillment comes from creating, not selling it. They do it for themselves. And they’re still artists. Artistry is in your heart. So what that she hasn’t released anything in a long time? Again. I’m not her little minion coming here to defend her. I gain nothing from that, she doesn’t know I exist. But for the love of God, think outside of the box. For a second. It’s not guitar skills, genres, vocal techniques that make you a „real artist”. Who cares if she’s a beginner or expert? As long as there’s a story, emotion or anything she wants to express IT’S VALID and artistic enough. And she doesn’t need to share it now, in 5 years or ever to prove it. Her voice is not perfect? So fucking what. Do you know how many bad singers still made it? And they play shows and found their audience. Let’s study music genres and then fucking shit on them. Fuck rules. Experiment. Have fun. Live. Creativity is FREEDOM. For me the magic in Arctic Monkeys is the mystery. But journalists and fans want short answers, names and dates. Is it about Arielle, is it Alexa?daaaamn. Louise gets a deadline to prove herself as an artist. Alex gets constant demands for explanation. Everything is being ruined by nosinesss. No wonder why he stutters all the time having to avoid questions. Man protects his art. So yeahhhh. It is what it is. But destroying art and freedom of expression with such generalization should be fucking illegal. There are so many problems in the creative community and to see something like this coming from fans is just heartbreaking? I suppose for an artist it’s like asking a friend for a comfort hug and getting slapped in the face instead. But I guess I expect too much from fans. And I’m naive to think you care about art. It’s not Louise, it’s a bigger problem and she’s just one example. So if you’re an artist and you’re reading this: I see you. You’re not lazy for taking time. If you struggle with procrastination or lack of inspiration - I see you. You don’t make money or big numbers on Spotify? I see you. If you lost your spark you’ll get it back. World is cruel but your passion is stronger. If you feel rejected or useless - I believe in you. If you ever thought about conceptualizing an emotion that’s enough for me and your sincerity is all I need to believe in you as an artist. You are important. Your vulnerability is needed. I need it. You help me when you don’t know it. Because world is lacking humanity. So take your time. Amen. And to all ignorants: I dance on your bitter heart. I hope you’ll grow. Find the courage to shine. Fall in love. Appreciate life. I’m not angry. I’m heartbroken but also hopeful. I believe in your improvement. We live in an era of AI takeover. It’s scary. It’s stealing jobs. The pursuit of perfection is killing us. But I believe humanity will win. Emotions are stronger. Always hopeful and forgiving. Even when you try to kill creativity and put it in a box. There is always someone who understands, someone who will take time to read your script even if it’s long. So please. Think. Thank you
Yes, no one can take away the fact that Louise is an artist if she's making art. There's just no evidence she IS making art. We have zero issue with her making art/music/whatever for herself and never releasing it if that's what floats her boat either. We just wonder how she's supporting herself (I mean, we know, but you know what I mean). We also aren't demanding a deadline from her?
Also, people here who think her music or her voice is bad are entitled to that opinion. Just like anyone who thinks her music or voice is good are entitled to THAT opinion. Someone having a negative opinion of your art doesn't make you less of an artist. It comes with the territory of BEING AN ARTIST.
Thank you for your manifesto but we're not sure why you felt the need to share it here as no one is saying someone who makes bad art or unreleased art ISN'T an artist. Both mods make art in some form that will likely never see the light of day (we hope otherwise, obviously) and that someone somewhere would probably hate. We're fine with it. We're not defensive about being called artists or not though.
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Do you know why P-DID is called Partial DID? The name sounds kinda weird to me but I'm no clinician. (Also do you know why they opted for this instead of... just adding onto the OSDD entry? Is it too distinct/specific presentation of a CDD to be tacked onto OSDD, maybe?)
Yeahhhh, a lot of people aren't a fan of the name, but it just means it's missing some major symptoms seen in DID, yet falls along the same spectrum. It's a partial form of DID.
P-DID is actually specific to the ICD (the DSM for the rest of the world), and the ICD doesn't have OSDD.
So the DSM: DID and OSDD
ICD: DID and P-DID
The DSM and the ICD are NOT one-to-one.
In the ICD, DID is much more lax on the amnesia criteria, so most cases of OSDD1b (Obligatory: not a real diagnosis statement) actually fall under DID. So do most cases of OSDD1a, when it's being used correctly by clinicians.
What's left is a true, nonswitching presentation. P-DID.
In the DSM, this is largely considered a very specific variation of OSDD1a.
So unless the DSM really overhauls its DID section, it's likely to stay the way it is.
I really hope this makes sense!
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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1
Episode 26: Jasper's Real Girlfriend
~Swellview Junior High~
It was another typical day at Henry's school. Sydney Birnbaum, Oliver Pook, Jasper and two other of the school's...more unusual boys were complaining about their girlfriends. Sydney was moaning and groaning about his was always annoyed at how he responded to texts late, which seemed petty, but everything was petty in high school. The other boys agreed, thinking that their girlfriends did nothing but give them a hard time, apart from Jasper who for once, was in a relationship. Not that anyone believed him.
"Well, my girlfriend is awesome." He told his friends, who just stared at him, believing that he was just trying to make himself look cool.
"What?" he asked after they fell silent.
"You ain't got no woman," Oliver said, making the other boys laugh at Jasper. Henry and Jasper watched the sad scene, feeling sorry for their friend. It wasn't his fault that he so rarely had a girlfriend that when he did have someone special, it seemed hilariously untrue.
"I do too, she just lives outta town." He told them, but they just scoffed.
"Psh. Yeah, right." Sydney laughed, and the other boys followed suit.
"Oh, sure, just exit laughing!" He called after them, as they moved on to their next class. Jerks.
"Hey."
"How you doing, Jasp?" Henry and Charlotte walked up to the downcast boy, hoping they could raise his spirits.
"I'm doing mad. Can you believe those guys think I'm lying about having a girlfriend?" He asked his friends, but honestly, they thought he was fibbing too.
"Yeahhhh." They answered together, trying not to upset him further.
"Wh--You guys don't believe me either?" He asked them with a betrayed look on his face.
"Well, we believe..." Henry started, not knowing how to phrase it.
"...That you're lying." Charlotte finished for him, preferring to just say what they meant without pussyfooting around.
"Yeah." Henry agreed, much to Jasper's annoyance.
"But I've been telling you guys about Courtney ever since I got back from summer camp." He told them and they sighed at how worked up he was getting.
"Jasper, you don't have to make things up to impress us." Charlotte comforted him, but Jasper felt like he didn't need to be comforted. He was telling the complete and honest truth!
"I'd never make up a lie just to impress you guys." He said, hating how they saw him as a pathetic, lying loser.
"Really? Third grade. You. pulled a bag of dirt out of your pocket and told me it came from Jupiter." Henry recalled his younger self who thought that the dirt was some mystical space dust.
"I thought it did. Back then I didn't know you can't trust guys in vans who sell space dirt." Jasper stressed. He was too little at the time to realise that dirt can't come from a planet that's made from gas and nothing else.
"Dude, you'll get a girlfriend someday," Henry told his best friend, whose head rolled in frustration.
"But if not, you can get a pet." Charlotte smiled, trying to encourage Jasper that in theory, he'd never be lonely, just a bit weird.
"You can get a rabbit for, like, 20 bucks," Henry informed them, to which Charlotte nodded enthusiastically.
"I don't need a rabbit! I got a girl and her name is Courtney, whether you believe it or not." Jasper emphasised his words, but his message still didn't get through.
"And what's Courtney's last name?" Henry asked, thinking that Jasper would look all shifty and nervous as he came up with an answer.
"Sham." The curly-haired boy replied, making his friends giggle. It was an unfortunate coincidence for him that his girlfriend's last name suggested that she was fake.
"And what city is she from?" Charlotte asked too.
"Fibberton." He answered, making Henry and Charlotte sigh and roll their eyes. With a name like that and being from a place called 'Fibberton', it's no wonder they wouldn't believe him.
"All right, why don't you invite Courtney Sham from Fibberton here to Swellview so we can all meet her," Henry suggested, thinking that you can't meet someone if they don't exist.
"Yeah. Tell her she can stay at my house." Charlotte told him, not realising that she'd be rueing her words in a couple of days.
"Maybe I will." Jasper snapped, wanting to prove them wrong.
"Bye!" He said to them, leaving them to think about how angry he was. Could he be telling the truth?
~The Man Cave, later that day~
It had been slightly tense in the Man Cave for the past couple of weeks. The whole Ray lying about Henry turning evil hadn't gone down well with (y/n) and she had felt a little awkward around him since it seemed like he didn't trust her. Still, they were working through their grievances and like always, any tear in their complex relationship had slowly healed up.
Everything was back to normal, well, whatever normal was in the Man Cave. Currently, Henry and Ray were trying to outmatch each other in a ping-pong tournament. (y/n) watched from the steps behind them, intrigued at how Ray's shirt allowed her to see every movement of muscles beneath the material, but she couldn't give a fig about the dumb competition.
"Here it comes!" Henry told his boss as they beat the small, white ball back and forth across the table.
"Bring it, son. Ha, you got nothing." Ray taunted him, trying to show off in front of his best friend so he could hear her adoring praises. After feeling like he was treading on eggshells around her for the past two weeks, he was eager to be in her good books again.
"What do you call this?" Henry asked as he swung his paddle with all his strength.
"Lame!" Ray jumped up to return the ball with equal force, not hearing the small gasp fall from (y/n)'s lips as she saw a small portion of his back be exposed as he lept in the air.
"Hey, guys, Harrison Ford just crash-landed his aeroplane in the Jandy River!" Schwoz yelled as he held his hand over the phone's speaker.
"Again?" Henry frowned, too invested in his ping gong game to care if the celeb had ditched his place in the river.
"Isn't this, like, his third plane crash?" Ray added, focusing on the game too. All (y/n) could focus on was the way his biceps looked like tree trunks from how he'd been working out recently.
Ray saw an opening and exploited it, beating Henry as the ball went out of bounds. The boy groaned, frustrated that he had been beaten after putting so much effort in.
"21 to 19! I win again!" Ray smiled and threw down his paddle in celebration as (y/n) squealed and ran over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek to congratulate him.
"Dang it, dang it! Frigid diphthong kumquat dang, dang it!" Henry yelled as Ray embrace his best friend, ignoring how his ears were burning from her lips on his skin.
"Good game." The boy calmly shook hands with his opponent after the man had released (y/n) from his arms.
"Thanks." Ray accepted the praise, feeling pretty special at how everyone was complimenting him.
"Now...let's blow a bubble and get Harrison Ford out of trouble." He instructed the boy, not wanting to leave the man in the freezing waters. Schwoz looked at them as he stayed on the phone, waiting to see if there'd be any updates.
"Can't we just send Chewbacca to fish him out?" (y/n) joked, not wanting him to go even though she'd never keep him from his job.
"No, silly girl!" Ray laughed, giving her one last hug before he went. For once, he didn't want to go either, but he had no choice, Swellview needed him and he had to go. He'd returned to her, always.
"Let's go." He said to Henry, having missed the knowing look the kid had shared with Schwoz.
They ran over to the tubes and slapped their belts so they would come down. Only, as Henry's came down in was covered in some kind of gross, gooey gunge stuff.
"What the..." (y/n) breathed out as she gagged at how filthy the tube was. She had several questions, namely who had done and why hadn't they cleaned it up.
"What is all over your tube?" Ray looked at the filth, feeling a bit squeamish at the sight of it. They raised their tubes as (y/n) walked over to them, demanding an answer. She was scary when it came to someone leaving a big mess in the Man Cave, particularly when they didn't clean up after themselves.
"Okay." Henry sighed when she looked at the boy with raised eyebrows. She couldn't think of when Ray could have done it since they had been together since the last time that tube had been used, leaving only Henry and Schwoz as possible suspects. The little man was on the phone looked extremely panicked as Henry started his confession, hinting that he'd had something to do with it.
"Yesterday, Schwoz told me to go up the tube with a hot nacho platter and the suckage made the cheese and refried beans go everywhere," Henry explained guilty, his strong moral conscience not allowing him to lie to his friends.
"Schwoz?" Ray scolded his employee when (y/n) looked at him to tell the little man off since he was his boss.
"My sister is in town and she wanted a taste of Mexico." He whined, but (y/n) wasn't happy, not in the slightest.
"Well, both of you are gonna clean that damn tube." She told the with a stern voice. She wanted to get it done herself, but she wasn't going to fall into the habit of cleaning up all the messes they couldn't be bothered to do themselves.
"Oh, come on." Schwoz frowned like a child.
"The tube is, like 100 feet tall," Henry added, looking to Ray for help but he wouldn't find any. The man didn't want her cleaning the nacho goop either, she was his helper, she helped him, not them.
"Well, you should've thought of that before you tried to fly up it with a hot sloppy snack," Ray told them firmly, but Schwoz received more info from the person on the phone, so his attention was quickly taken away.
"Wait, wait, what? Okay, Harrison Ford's aeroplane just sank." He told the superheroes who sighed. More work.
"You guys should go save him." (y/n) told them, but they looked a bit hesitant.
"We will...after one more quick game?" Henry looked at his boss as the young woman blanched at his words.
"We can't ju--my serve." Ray threw his sense of duty out of the window as he and Henry ran to pick up their paddles again. The same tapping of the ball against the table filled the room again as they resumed play, Schwoz and (y/n) gobsmacked at them.
"Oi, assholes. Harrison Ford, danger, go!" (y/n) pointed to the tubes. They could take one tube or if necessary, they could use the elevator and sneak out of the store. Either way, they had to go help the city.
"Yeah, yeah, in a bit, sweetheart," Ray mumbled back, his mind too focused on the game to realise what he had called her so casually or how she stopped breathing as she practically had an out-of-body experience. Sweetheart? Yes, please.
~Swellview Junior High, the next day~
Henry stood by his locker as Charlotte wandered through the halls, looking for her friend.
"Hey. How can come Jasper wasn't in class last period?" She asked the blond boy, curious as to why her other friend had been absent.
"I don't know. He asked Miss Shapen if he could skip class, and she said, "Yeah, sure, just leave me like every man does."" Henry quoted, but his attention was redirected as Jasper and a very pretty girl with a suitcase came through the school's entrance.
"Wow. Cool school." The girl said as Jasper showed her around.
"Thanks. Oh, Charlotte, Henry. I didn't expect to see you two here." The curly-haired boy gloated at his friends, ready to rub the fact he wasn't lying in their faces.
"Why? We go to school here every day." Charlotte frowned at him.
"And this is where our lockers are," Henry added, but Jasper swiftly moved on.
"Ha, ha, too true. Too true." Jasper stretched his arm around the girl next to him, making his friends frown at the gesture.
"So, I'd like you to meet my girl, Courtney." He introduced his girlfriend, who smiled brightly.
"Hi. It's so great to meet you guys. Jasper's told me so much about you." She greeted them politely, giggling at how their mouths dropped.
"Oka, did he find you at a bus stop?" Charlotte asked, feeling flabbergasted.
"And did he pay you 50 cents to come here and pretend to be his girlfriend?" Henry added, offending his best friend with the low price.
"50 cents? Look at her." Jasper gestured to Courtney, who just grinned and blushed.
"He's your boyfriend?" Charlotte asked her, still in disbelief.
"Well, I sure hope so. I just rode a bus 300 miles from Fibberton to see him." The pretty girl sighed dreamily, as Jasper smirked with pride.
"I paid 20% of her bus ticket." He bragged.
"How come this is the first time she's been to Swellview?" Henry asked the boy.
"'Cause, I don't have a guest room in my house. So when Charlotte said she could stay at her place, I invited her to come here." Jasper revealed as Charlotte's eyes bugged out at his words. Yep, she regretted saying that.
"But, I didn't know she was real." She stammered.
"Well, she is. Wanna feel her face?" The boy asked, putting his hands on his girlfriend's elbows and pushing her towards Charlotte a bit, but neither girl wanted to do the suggestion.
"I guess I'll call my mom and let her know you're coming over." Charlotte smiled at the other girl, who was about to be her roommate for the night couple of nights.
"Great."
"Super." The couple giggled together as Charlotte went to call her mom.
"Hey, wait here. I'mma go get the guys and bring them here to show them that you really exist!" Jasper squealed excitedly, running off early so he could prove Oliver and Sydney wrong.
"Wow, you seem awesome. Jasper's a lucky guy." Henry smiled at Courtney, trying to break the ice.
"Thanks. He says really nice things about you and Charlotte." The girl smiled back.
"Well, Jasper's been my best friend for a long time and he loves Charlotte." He told her, but his words seemed to upset Courtney.
"Yeah, what do you mean?" She asked with a scowl now etched onto her pretty features.
"Huh?" Henry couldn't think of what he had said wrong.
"You said Jasper loves Charlotte." She reiterated, a sting of raging jealously going through her heart.
"Yeah, you know, they like...oh, no, no, no, wait, wait. I didn't mean like he loves her." Henry panicked as Courtney went into a meltdown.
"Are there any other girls around here that Jasper is in love with?" she screeched, freaking out at the thought of Jasper with another girl.
"No, no, no. Just Charlotte." Henry tried to correct himself, but it just made things worse.
"Oh great, so he is in love with her." Courtney growled, a deep hatred for Charlotte taking root in her mind.
" No, they just, they're just really close and it's like--" The boy stuttered, but the teen girl was too lost in her jealousy.
" Oh my god! " She shouted as Charlotte returned, not knowing about the shit show she just walked
"Hi. So, I talked to my mom and she said it's no problem." She smiled, but it quickly fell when all Courtney did was scowl at her. The dark-haired girl looked at Henry for help, but he just held his hands to his face, thinking about how he'd really screwed everything. Well, tonight was going to be a blast.
~The next day, at Junk-N-Stuff~
Ray and Henry were continuing their ping pong tournament and it was just as heated as it had been before.
"You're going down! " Henry growled as an enthralled (y/n) watched their every movement. Ray was wearing another tight T-shirt and she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"I'm coming up."Ray quipped, as he tried to keep his focus on the game and not on his beautiful cheerleader.
"Here it comes !" Henry yelled as he basked the ball with his ping pong paddle.
"It's coming back! " Ray was desperate to win, after all, he had someone to impress.
"I'm the king of Ping. "Henry commented, as their banter went back and forth with the ball.
"I'm the master of pong! " Ray replied as the elevator doors opened and Schwoz came out with a trumpet. He blew it loudly, resulting in Henry and (y/n) jumping out of their skins. Ray, on the other hand, had planned the attack so he could scare Henry into losing. He laughed and smirked in victory when the ball hit the floor as his friends, clutched their hearts in fear.
"And I win again!" He bragged to her, who frowned at how his boss had cheated.
"No!" Henry cried, annoyed at how he'd lost to that sucker again.
"Yes!" Ray smiled, but it fell when (y|n) punched him on the arm.
"Asshole! You scared me half to death!" She glared at both him and Schwoz. He gave her an apologetic look, not wanting to ruin his victory by losing his girl's support.
"And that means I win the ping pong championship belt." Ray gloated and held up what looked like a WWE belt, only it had a load of ping pong balls stuck to it. Henry whimpered as (y/n) begrudgingly helped him put in on.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo! " Ray chanted as he paraded around the Man cave, but Henry wasn't going to let the hollow victory slide.
"Schwoz distracted me... And scared (y/n)!" The boy pointed out, making Ray turn around and look at the kid and his best friend.
"Hey. (Y/n)'s fine. And ping pong's about three things, paddles, staying focused, and small plastic balls." Ray told his sidekick.
"Oh yeah, mid-afternoon cardio is my favourite thing." The young woman looked at her best friend sarcastically, so he put an arm around her shoulder and showed her his new belt.
"Why'd you walk in here and blow that thing?" Henry asked Schwoz, who tried to look innocent.
"I found it in a dumpster." He told the kid, causing his friends to grimace as a tube came down, and much to (y/n) 's annoyance, it was still covered in nacho cheese.
"Why haven't you two cleaned that damn tube yet?!" She yelled, looking at the pipe in disgust. Poor Charlotte had to travel through the gunk which had now started to crust over and smelt really, really bad.
"Hello." "Hey, Char." Henry and Schwoz greeted the miserable girl. She'd had a terrible night with Courtney and she was certain that the girl was trying to kill her. The others looked at her in confusion as she moodily plodded past them.
"Charlotte, sweetie, are you all right?" (y/n) asked the teen carefully when she noticed how out of it she was.
"No, thanks. I just ate a taco," she replied, not even listening to what she had been asked. She wandered over to the supercomputer and sat down, completely ignoring her friend's concern.
"What's up with her?" Henry said to the adults, but they couldn't give an answer. This was completely unlike the girl's normal behaviour.
"Worry about her later. Right now, you and Schwoz are gonna clean that tube." Ray scolded Henry and Schwoz, sharing his best friend's anger at how his equipment was still disgustingly dirty.
"Or...I challenge you."Henry suggested, making (y/n) groan in frustration. At this rate, she'd be the one cleaning it just so she didn't go insane.
"To what? "Ray asked, always up for some competition to prove he was the best.
"To another game of Ping pong." The boy answered, piquing Ray's interest. (Y/n) sorely didn't want them to battle it out just to decide who would clean the stupid tube.
"If l lose, me and Schwoz clean the tube. If you lose, you and (y/n) have to clean it." The boy set down the rules.
"While wearing ducky pyjamas." Ray upped the ante, confident that he and the young woman next to him would be fine.
"Why am I getting dragged into this? This is your testosterone freak fest." she groaned, not wanting to bet on something so stupid.
'It's a bet." Henry shook Ray's hand in agreement, sealing the deal. Schwoz and (y/n) groaned as they were sworn in too, despite their protests.
Charlotte was too busy scrolling through Courtney's Twitflash to realise that any bet had been made. She wanted to find out more about this girl since she had done nothing but try to assassinate her during the night by using her ceiling fan as a weapon.
"Hey, Char." Henry approached her, wondering what she was doing that was so important it meant that she hadn't spoken one word to him since she'd arrived.
"Charlotte." He reiterated when she failed to answer. He tapped her on the shoulder gently, causing her to turn around angrily.
"WHAT?! What's what, what?!" She snapped, scaring Henry a little.
"Why are you looking at pics of Jasper's girlfriend?" He asked, recognising the girl on the monitor.
"Because she's trying to kill me." She revealed, sounding insane to Henry.
"What?"
"Last night. I think she loosened some bolts in my ceiling fan. Because it fell and almost took my head off." She told her friend her theory, but Henry just looked at her like she'd gone crazy.
"Why would Courtney want to hurt you?" The boy sighed.
"I don't know. But she's acting all jealous, why would she be jealous of me? " Charlotte mentioned, making everything fall into place for him. Oh, shit.
"Uh..." Henry struggled to say anything, which made the other teen highly suspicious.
"What do you mean...uh?" She asked.
"Y'see, at school, I might have kind of made Courtney think that Jasper kind of...loves you." He told her, freaking the girl out.
"Well, why would you say that?" Charlotte snapped at him, thinking about how he'd really screwed her over.
"Because he does love you. As a friend. But she didn't get that." He sighed. What a mess.
"Yeah, all she got was a reason to kill me." The girl stressed.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Henry asked, ready to sort out the mess he had made.
"Help me tell Jasper that his girlfriend is a crazy, jealous lunatic." Charlotte proposed, but the boy wasn't sure.
"He'll never believe us." He replied so the two teens thought about their predicament for a moment.
"Okay, then we're gonna tell him, and we're gonna show him." She smirked, her devious plan forming in her head.
"How?"
"You and Jasper are going to hide in my room tonight, and he'll see for himself now coo-coo his girlfriend is." The dark-haired girl explained.
"Ah, I don't know." Henry hesitated. Did he really want to take away the first girlfriend Jasper had had in ages?
"Please?" Charlotte begged him, knowing she'd need his help to pull this off.
"Do you still keep that dish of gummy bears by your closet door?" Henry wanted there to be something in it for him.
"Yeah," she groaned; she'd have to buy another packet after Henry had visited.
"Okay, I'll do it "Henry agreed, the temptation of gummy bears being too much for him to resist. Their plotting was halted as (y/n) came down the stairs from the sprocket. She had grown tired of watching Ray stroke and coo at his belt, so she had strolled from his bedroom to the living area.
"Hey, guys." She smiled at the kids, wondering what they were talking about in the middle of the room.
"Hey, Ray starting to annoy ya?" Henry asked, knowing now Ray was loving flaunting his ping pong belt.
"Oh my god, yes. He keeps kissing the damn thing." She groaned, making the kids laugh.
"What? You want him to kiss you instead?" Charlotte smirked and the woman blushed, frantically looking to see if Ray had followed and heard them. God, she'd be mortified.
"Hey! I don't want to kiss him!" (y/n) screeched quickly, but the kids knew her far too well to believe her.
"Yeah, sure!" Henry giggled at her red face, knowing that some of the things she had thought about Ray were downright sinful.
"What were you guys even talking about?" the young woman asked, trying to steer the conversation away from her yearning.
"Me and Henry are gonna show Jasper how much of a psycho his girlfriend is. Charlotte explained and the older girl raised an eyebrow at her words.
"The bucket kid has a girlfriend?" She asked in an amused voice.
"Yeah, and she's totally insane, she tried to kill me last night 'cause she thinks Jasper's in love with me," Charlotte told her, shocking (y/n) to her core. Kids weren't this crazy when she was younger.
"Jesus. She does sound crazy. Are you sure you'll be okay?" She looked at the teens. If anything happened to them because some silly teenage girl got too jealous for her own good, she'd be heartbroken.
"Actually, we could use an adult on our side to back us up," Henry mentioned, knowing he'd feel a lot safer if he had a calm, rational adult, like (y/n), with them.
"Yeah, could you come to my house tonight and hide with Jasper and Henry?" Charlotte asked her, but the woman wasn't sure. She didn't make a habit of staking out children's bedrooms.
"You won't have to listen to Ray and watch his belt-kissing." Henry pointed out.
"Done." She agreed. At least it would get her out of the Man Cave for the night, after all, adventure is good for the soul.
~ Later that night, Charlotte's house~
Charlotte and Courtney had gone to bed like everything was normal, only it wasn't since she was sleeping with a baseball bat and Henry and (y/n) were hiding in her closet. Pecking out from behind the door, the two could see Charlotte pretending to be asleep as Jasper opened the trunk at the bottom of her bed and looked around. They all gave each other a thumbs up signalling that they were all in position for whatever Courtney would do.
Henry went to flick the light on, but the psycho teen moved and mumbled in her sleep, causing him to back off. The girl got out of bed, which made Charlotte shoot up too.
"Hi, how are you? Why did you get out of bed?" She asked quickly, thinking that Courtney was about to murder her or something.
"Oh, I just need to use the bathroom." She said, getting up and walking over to the ensuite.
"Wait." Charlotte stopped her and got out of bed too.
"Yeah?" the other girl smiled.
"Listen. I know Henry told you that Jasper loves me." Charlotte started as (y/n) carefully opened the closet door so she and Henry could listen.
"Oh, well, yeah. He did." Courtney said carefully. Seeing his chance, Henry started shoving as many gummy bears in his mouth as possible.
"Right. But I want you to understand he meant just as friends." Charlotte told her, running over to her gummy bear bowl so Henry would stop eating them.
"I promise I'm not trying to take Jasper away from you or anything like that," she added, jumping on her trunk so Jasper would stop opening it.
"Oh. Well, thanks. I really appreciate you telling me." Courtney smiled, but it had a sinister element to it. The girl opened the bathroom door and walked inside, but the weird thing was that she took her suitcase with her.
Finally, alone, the guys in the trunk and closet came out of their hiding places.
"See? She's not insane. You both owe me an apology." Jasper told his friends sternly as Henry and (y/n) ate some gummy bears.
"No, she may be acting nice now, but I'm telling you she needs help. That's why (y/n) is here." Charlotte insisted.
"I think she seems pretty nice," Henry said, his voice garbled from all the gummy bears he had eaten.
"Yeah, I've met a lot of bitches in my life and she's not one of them." (y/n) added, popping another piece of squishy candy into her mouth.
"Then explain the ceiling fan almost falling on here," Charlotte said, pointing to where the fan had previously hung.
"Aah!!!" No one had any time to respond as Courtney burst out of the bathroom, wearing a Vikings helmet and carrying a chainsaw crusher thing.
"STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN!!!" She screamed, firing up her weapon as (y/n) pushed Henry further into the closet. They all cried in pure terror as Courtney tried to attack them.
"Holy shit! She is crazy!" The woman screamed as Henry and she ran out of the closet. They didn't want to trap themselves in there if crazy Courtney forced her way in.
Tackling her to the ground, Henry gave (y/n) the chance to keep Charlotte and Jasper away from the psychopath. The dark-haired girl grabbed her baseball bat as Courtney got back of her feet and tried to turn him into mincemeat. They ran over Charlotte's bed and dodged her lethal machine. They threw pillows, lotions, deodorants, anything that would keep her back, but it seemed like her rage was endless.
"Get the silver pillow cushion seat thing!" (y/n) instructed Henry. This wasn't now she had expected the night to go. She could've been at home with pay right now, but, noo000. She had volunteered to go up against Fibberton's biggest nutter.
Following the woman's instructions, Henry picked up the shiny cushion and when Courtney charged at him, he used it to push her back, forcing her through the window.
"I'll get you for that! I'll get you!" She screamed from outside, demonstrating that she really was insane.
"Okay, maybe she needs help," Jasper admitted as the only adult in the room called the cops. Henry and Charlotte rolled their eyes and blew out their cheeks. That was a massive understatement; Courtney needed serious, psychiatric care, stat.
~The next day, in the Man Cave~
Another stupid ping pong competition. Henry needed a stress reliever after the whole Courtney-near-death experience. He really didn't want to clean that damn tube and finally beating Ray sounded pretty good in his mind. The smug man was even wearing the ping pong belt to assert his previous victory.
The males were pulling out every trick they had, from spins to under the leg shots, they were sparing no expense. (y/n) was watching like always, her support going to Ray since if he lost it meant she was cleaning the foul-smelling tube and she loved watching him move. She felt like a teenager again; obsessing over a football player on the field, silently giving him her love.
Eventually, they hit it so hard that the ball became a white blur in the air, not even touching the table. They shouted from the effort it took it to keep the ball in the air, but Ray was ultimately victorious, using his superior strength to hit the ball into Henry's eye.
"Whoo!" Ray smirked, tossing his paddle in his hand as (y/n) ran over to him and jumped on him in elation. He laughed with her as they span around, ecstatic to have won the bet. He buried his nose into her hair as her smile warmed his heart. He had won for her.
"Ha, ha, yeah. That's 17 to 20. One more point and I win." Ray said, his hand resting on (y/n)'s hip, which at this point, was where it belonged.
"I know how ping pong scoring works." Henry hissed, not happy at how badly he was losing.
"Your serve," Ray told him, letting the kid go first.
"Wait, wait, wait." (y/n) interrupted an idea coming into her mind.
"What?" Henry and Ray asked, confused as to why she was stopping the play.
"Can I play this round? I mean, we are a team, right?" She asked Ray, who looked at her in disbelief. She wanted to play?
"What? But you never play ping pong, even with me." He said to her as Henry shrugged. He didn't care who he played, to be honest.
"Yeah, and now I want to play since I'm cleaning the tube too. So give me the paddle." She gave him a pointed look and he regretfully gave her the ping pong bat. Looks like he'd be the one watching from the sidelines. Slipping off her zip-up hoodie, (y/n) stretched her arms and hips a little bit, Ray blushing as her black tank top stretched over her...features. Now, he'd be in her position, dreaming sinfully about the way her flesh jiggled and bounced as she dived for the ball.
"Your serve, Henry." She reiterated what Ray had said to the boy, getting her gaming head on. All her skill from her years of playing ping pong in college was ready and waiting to be used. However, Henry just stood there and bounced the ball in a bored manner. What was his plan?
"Are you stalling?" Ray asked the boy who just looked around the Man Cave, ignoring how (y/n) was studied his every move. Her muscles were poised and tensed for action and she was expecting a surprise move any minute now.
"No. It's just Schwoz is supposed to be here and he's late, so..." Henry excused, trying to prolong the wait.
"Kid, it's game point. Just serve." (y/n) told him, eager to get cracking.
"Lose, and get to scrubbing the filthy tube," Ray added, also desperate for the match to start so he could see his girl kick his ass. But, they were interrupted by Schwoz as he came into the room with a large, weird-looking man.
"Hey guys, Ray, this is Larry." He introduced the guy, as Ray stood up angrily.
"What are you crazy?" He looked at the genius with wide eyes.
"You can't just bring people down to the Man Cave." (y/n) said too, thinking that Schwoz should've known the rules by now since he had worked with Ray for longer than she had.
"Larry is family, you said I could bring anyone in my family down here except for my sister." Schwoz reminded him.
"Who looks like a horse," (y/n) giggled, making the little man roll his eyes.
"Oh, all right. But (y/n)'s just about to beat Henry at ping pong so if you guys—" The superhero was cut off as Henry smiled at Larry.
"Just a sec. Larry, right there." Henry instructed the man, who walked over to the tube and took his shirt off, which he then threw to Schwoz.
"Uh, I'm flattered but he's not my type?" (y/n) joked, wondering what the hell they were doing. Larry definitely wasn't her type, namely because he wasn't a brown-haired, ripped superhero with a goofy personality.
"You said that ping pong is all about staying focused," Henry said to Ray, who recalled what he had said the day before.
"Yeah, but what's the—" Ray didn't have the chance to finished his sentence as Henry used his remote control to play some music. Larry started dancing and it was pretty funny, to say the least. 'So that's their play, huh.' (y/n) thought to herself, knowing that it would take more than a boogieing weirdo to break her focus.
"Just hit the damn ball." She said to Henry, who at last served the ball. She returned it easily, and they fell into a tense battle. Larry danced his heart out, but it distracted Ray more than it distracted her. She really should've told him to be quiet, because his cute laughter caused her to miss the ball. Twice.
"Raymond, will you stop laughing?" She hissed at him as he giggled at the man's dancing. Henry and Schwoz knew that Ray wouldn't have been able to ignore a fat guy dancing and they knew that (y/n) wouldn't have been blue to ignore him being adorable. It was a very sneaky plan.
"Aha! 19-20!" Henry and Schwoz celebrated, as (y/n) gulped. It was all to play, for now, no room for error. Larry grabbed a lime-green bikini top to up the ante, making Ray chuckle again. He even had a skipping rope to add to the laugh factor, which took (y/n)'s anxiety to the next level. Things were getting tense, Henry only needed a couple more points to win.
"Seriously, please stop laughing or I will kill you." She made Ray look her in the eye, her glowing skin stealing his breath away. He nodded dumbly, her radiant beauty making his tongue useless.
"Okay, let's do this thing." She nodded at Henry, desperate to win the competition, not because she'd have to scrub the tube if she didn't, (she didn't care about that), she just wanted to make him proud.
After another intense round, with Henry scoring yet another two points, making to score 21- 20, everyone was on edge. Larry had a siren on his head and a space hopper in an attempt to make Ray laugh, but the man was biting down on his thumb to keep in his giggles. He chose to focus on her hips instead, loving the way her feminine curves moved and bounced as she dived for the ball.
"Henry, one more point and we won't have to wear the pyjamas," Schwoz told the boy excitedly. Larry decided to move on to the next stage of his plan, so he brought out a King Charles cavalier spaniel and started to eat spaghetti and meatballs with it, like in Lady and the Tramp. Okay, this was getting ridiculous.
"Okay, okay, that's it, I'll clean the damn tube. Stop feeding the dog." She snapped, slamming her paddle on the table. It was just easier for her to get on with it, rather than carry on this bloody charade.
"You forfeit?" Henry gasped at her, not believing that she'd give up so easily. Didn't she want to flaunt her assets at Ray anymore?
"(y/n/n), we're so close," Ray whined, as she walked past him so she could change into the stupid duck pyjamas.
"I know, but I can smell that thing from here and this is just...dumb! I'll clean it, you play the game. Loser cleans with me." She sighed, failure stung like a bitch.
She left them to finish the game, quickly returning when she had put on her PJ's. In all honesty, she often cleaned in pyjamas since she always got in a cleaning groove late at night when Captain Man was out fighting criminals. And they were pretty cute in her opinion, so she didn't mind too much.
She walked down from the sprocket only to see Henry dancing around the room with Ray's belt. Oh shit, they won. Ray looked dumbfounded that he'd lost to a kid. Now he had to spend his night chiselling cheese off the tube.
"Let me guess? The dog got to you?" She gave Ray a sympathetic smile and he groaned in sadness. He hated losing, but at least he wouldn't have to scrub the tube alone. She patted his arm and he shuffled off to put his red duck pyjamas on. Schwoz, Larry and Henry laughed at his disappointed face, but little did they know that their victory came with a bonus for Ray...
~15 minutes later~
"You're doing great. Keep scrubbing that tube, guys!" Henry called to the friends who were now both in the tube. Whilst the three winners got to munch on Chinese takeout, Ray and (y/n) had to chip the hardened cheese off of the strong glass. It sounded like a pretty crappy job, but it did come with a small perk.
The confined space in the pipe meant they were pressed up against each other, and boy, were they secretly loving it. He felt like a giant behind her, his muscly arms wrapping around her so he could wipe the wall. Not to mention the fact that the thin pyjamas meant that every contour of his body was pressing into her from head to toe, and I mean, every contour. She blushed as she cleaned, trying to ignore his breath on her neck, his muscles rippling against her skin, his lower half pressing into her from behind. It was an overload of sensations for her, but she didn't want it to stop.
Ray was the same. His head was spinning from how small she felt next to him. He was her protector, so why did she feel like prey? He wanted to claim her, to mark her in a way that would tell other men she was his and only his, but he daren't, even when the curve of her neck was exposed to his lips. He just basked in her presence, glad that he could just take a moment to appreciate the way she pressed into him in a sinfully delicious way. God, this was torturous, but he liked it.
"Keep it up, guys!" Schwoz yelled as they kept scrubbing, his noodles and spring rolls distracting him and the others from the steamy moment in the tube. They weren't in a hurry. They had all the time in the world to savour their love, which was growing stronger by the day, giving them the strength to keep going like always. Ray Manchester and (y/n) (y/l/n) against the world.
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