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isa-ghost · 4 years ago

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JSE Renaissance Week - Day 4

Day 4 (June 28th): Artist’s/Writer’s day. Do you have favorite pieces of fanart, an edit, or a fic that you or someone else has created? Reblog that sh*t with a comment saying how much you love it– it’ll probably make someone’s day! Bonus points if you create something for this. Extra bonus points if it’s a collaboration with another community member!

BOLD OF YOU ALL TO ASSUME I HAVE ANY EGO ART I’VE CREATED THAT I STILL FEEL OKAY POSTING. I’VE IMPROVED SINCE THEN AND IT IS NASTY. EGO ART COMING MAYBE EVENTUALLY.

YEAH THAT’S RIGHT I USED TO MAKE EGO ART. ONLY OG FOLLOWERS WILL REMEMBER THAT SHIT. PLEASE DON’T GO LOOKING FOR IT, I DON’T LIKE MY OLD ART.

Until then I scream like a moron about my favorite creators, some of which have actually moved on from the JSEC but I love them anyway so they can fight me in a dark alley for having the audacity to love them.

*BIG GAY INHALE*

@turquoisemagpie. YOU ABSOLUTE TRADITIONAL ART WIZARD. MY GOD. Your art style has me head over heels all over again with every piece you post. You’re where like- 14 year old me wanted her art to be. You are so insanely talented, your style is amazing, your range is mindblowing, and I cherish the commission of my infamous Bunker Trouble Trio SO MUCH. It was my laptop’s wallpaper for probably over a year. If I hear your commissions are open, I will be HEAVILY considering coming back. I could write an entire post just gushing about how much I love your art. Always keep creating, even what you might think is your worst or less than your usual quality would more than likely be something I’m still working my way up to. You are the DEFINITION of goals. <3

@septic-dr-schneep. WHERE DO I START. Hyperfixation or no hyperfixation, your work ethic is INSANE. I can’t BELIEVE how much you crank out in one hour let alone one day. Even if that’s slowed since before my little Tumblr break, you still blow my mind. I feel drained of creative juices just managing out one long piece for my OCs! Keeping track of a whole series of blurbs, defining canon and not within those, and coming up with a coherent story through each blurb, BASED OFF REQUEST PROMPTS FROM RANDOM PEOPLE? That’s AMAZING. I admire that passion you have so much, and even your breaks and burnouts don’t stop you. I LOVE that!

@lum1natriix. GOD where do I start with your gifs. JSE or other content, they are STUNNING. They’re such smoothly moving, high quality. You put so much work into them and it SHOWS, and I don’t even know where you would Start with making one, it’s always sounded like a Big Process, but your finished products look so awesome! No matter what you make gifs (or edits) of nowadays, I still adore your work. :)

@huffletrax. YOUR ART STYLE IS ADORABLE. It’s so squishy and fun and your coloring is IMMACULATE. And I love that despite your cute, round style, you still really pull off those angsty doodles you make occasionally. >:D You have a range and I’ve loved watching your improvement from the time I was new on Tumblr up to now. Keep going!!

@huffle-dork. I hope this doesn’t count as a mass post because BOY YOU DESERVE SOME APPRECIATION. You have crazy talent, both in your characters AND BACKGROUNDS. MY GOD DUDE, YOUR BACKGROUNDS. Even the ones that are just maybe a swoosh of colors look BEAUTIFUL. Dare I say they’re print worthy all on their own! I love the way you color things, and your style has such range too! Sometimes I can see similarities in my art to yours, and that’s been such a helpful way of keeping my motivation to keep improving up. I admire your art so much, and I love your Subnautica Egos series. <3

@d-structive. GOALS. JUST- GOALS. AGH. I love your style range so much! Your usual squareish stuff, your chibi stuff, your silly shitpost style (dare I callback to the buff ballerina Jameson,,,). All of it!! There’s just something so fun and fluid about it, yet its so square and neatly sharp at the same time! You balance those sorts of elements so well in your art, and I really love your ego designs too. <3 You probably have one of the most easily identifiable Marvin designs in the community, and he’s a little sneaky bastard man. >:D

@spunketpunk. BRUH DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY ANYTHING CAUSE LIKE. WOW. Your COLORING. Your art POPS and its so fucking cool. I love neon and saturated colors and its so rare to find artists who do (at least in my experience) and that’s something that seems like a huge part of your medium and I LOVE THAT. It makes your art insanely unique, and I love the aesthetic of those colors combined with your usually sketchy, messy lineart. Just- *chef’s kiss.* Your originality is fantastic, never lose that no matter what you explore. <3

@dumbthinmint. HEY WHAT’S UP LENGTHY SUPER DEVELOPED AU MAKER BUDDY?? LIKE HOLY SHIT DUDE. The lengths you go research and lore-wise for your AU? BRUUHHH. *slams hands on table* INSANE. And the way you make theory posts IN REFERENCE TO IT? That makes your theorizing stuff SO UNIQUE, I love it! Even when I feel like I can’t push my Ego AU lore with my friends too much further, you’re out here constantly dropping BOMBS of lore and honestly that makes my personal motivation with my own stuff soar right back up. I LOVE watching your AU unfold and progress, and your dedication to it is stunning. :D

There’s so many other artists, writers, editors & more I could tag but I don’t want this post getting 53826 miles long. :’D Just know that if any of you create things and I follow you, I think you’re doing great, I admire your stuff, and I hope you keep it up, no matter if its JSE related or not. <3

#jacksepticeye #jse renaissance week

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boarix · 4 years ago

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2020 Creator Wrap

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

I was tagged by @incognito-insomniac ! Thank you, daaarling! You’re a peach😊

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Whew! I’m gonna have to do a combo as I only managed to eke out three chapters of Wraith in the Ruins last year.

I will tag @lookbluesoup @theartofblossoming @its-sixxers @thenightmotherwrites @bluegrasskitty @mayihavethisdanse @daddyfuckinlonglegs @makkuromurasaki @oberlan @monsterboynyx @marvilus73 @of-devils-and-drawings @vaultgirl2077 @trekkie-in-space @so-i-did-this-thing @ghoulja @kimbureh @nuclearmu5hroom and literally anyone who reads this and wants to play. @ me an’ everything! As always, no obligation (and I apologize if you’ve been tagged already or if being tagged stresses you out. If the later, please let me know. I won’t be offended I promise. I care ‘bout ya!) =^..^=

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I posted my third Wandering Gardens piece, EARTHA early in the year. I’m pretty happy with the original but it can be difficult to find the right lighting for taking pictures. All my drawings are traditional and I used a combination of pencil, colored pencil, glitter pen and fine-point Sharpie for EARTHA.

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In April I posted chapter 18 of Wraith in the Ruins, Lighthouse:

Harkness yawned and waved at her by way of greeting. He was sitting in an office chair with his feet up on the desk of one of the former Flynn brothers. “Those are some fancy duds there, General Dragon-Lady.”

She removed the helm and wrinkled her nose at him, “Nice. You two just get here?”

“Nope.” Groaning, he stood, stretched and removed a pot of steaming water from a hotplate, “We headed out from Goodneighbor as soon as I got back. Sun called ferals to him the entire way; it was pretty surreal.” He waved a mug at her, “Tea?”

“Actually, yes, thanks.” She accepted the mug and idly played with the steeper. “You said he called to them?”

“Not very many and not out loud. He says that when you’re done, he will lead them to the Glowing Sea.”

“Like a Pied Piper, huh?”

“I actually think I know that reference.”

“As do I. And I approve.”

Sun of Atom swept into the room with a floating grace that left Wraith green with envy. Almost immediately the prickling sensation returned and she outwardly flinched away from the ghoul.

“Apologies, Mother’s Chosen One; I’ll turn down my intensity.” He smiled warmly at her, “It is extremely gratifying to learn that you are so receptive. Perhaps this training will go swiftly and we each can return to our chosen paths.”

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In August I posted chapter 19, Harbinger:

“Tch,” They waved a hand dismissingly, “their light has returned to Atom. The meat sack is unimportant. Besides, it’s hot and wet out here and I have a particular loathing for swamp ass.”

As Harkness did his best to mend himself he could feel the ghoul watching him. It annoyed the shit out of him, “What makes you think I’m going to answer any of your fucking…”

“Did you ever ask him?” Their lip curled in amusement, “Sun. Did you ever ask him about your light? Or, did you assume that you must have one. After all you are alive, right?” Their voice deepened and came as the lowest of whispers, “Are you alive, Harkness?”

“I will not play, Infamy.” His eyes mirrored the iron in his voice.

“You’ll play. After all, you’ve curiosity of your own to quench.” They brought a hand up under their chin, propped their arm on a knee and bat their eyes at him, “Don’t you want to know how I knew where you were? Hmmm? Don’t you want to know ‘why now’?”

“No. I figure… you heard Sunny… or one of you did. Why are you so interested in Wraith? What is she the Harbinger of?”

They made an indelicate noise and waved a hand dismissively, “It’s not her I’m interested in any longer. I imagine she was the Harbinger of Death for Sun of Atom…”

“NO!” Furious, Harkness pound his fist on the ground, “You fucking… uncaring monster! It can’t be as simple…”

“Wraith is up to Atom. Whether or not she’s ‘The Harbinger’ is up to the Mother of the Fog and I don’t pretend to know their Holy Plan. And I’d be careful thrashing about and opening your wounds, brother; you’ve only got so much of that red fluid left.”

“Red fluid?! It’s blood, you fuck! I am alive and I have blood!”

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In late November I posted chapter 20, Call My Name:

Tipped on its side, the trailer’s interior was narrow but devoid of monsters. Wraith gently lay Deacon down atop the scattered shipping tubs and glanced around for an additional light source to supplement her Pip-Boy, “Keep pressure on it, I’m going to hop back and grab some of those lanterns…” Once she returned she pulled shut the truck’s cargo door and got out her knife. However, when she turned back to Deacon he was nowhere to be seen. “Did you just… are you using a Stealth Boy?!”

“I don’t want you t’ cut my jeans!”

Blinking rapidly, she looked down at her combat knife and then back up to where his voice came from, “Deacon… you might bleed out! I’ll make you new pants!”

“Imma try to get out… OW! Huuurrgn… of them…” Failing, he phased back into view with a miserable expression on his face.

“There’s nothing wrong with showing a little leg. Or… a lot… damn, Deacon.” She made an attempt to school the worry from her face as she worked, “Looks like you’ll need to wear skirts for a while.”

“I have the calves for it.”

She couldn’t disagree, “Actually, you have better legs then me. Turn a little more on your side…”

“Why don’t you like the way you look? I think you’re pretty.”

“Well, I think you’re pretty too, Deacon. So I’ll throw that right back at you; why do you want to change your face again? Seems a more… dramatic solution than sticking on a false mustache. What’s th’ matter? Can’t grow facial hair?”

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On the same day I posted the fourth of my Wandering Gardens, HaRDy (with Lanny and Leonard the radstag). This was the first time I used actual wasteland fauna: fever blossom, blight, glowing mushrooms, the giant lichen (non-harvestable) found near the Abandoned Shack/Federal Supply Cache 84NE, brain fungus, and wild gourd/ash blossom. This piece took me months to do and I’m pretty happy with the level of detail I was able to achieve. I strongly encourage you to zoom in on any of my robot pieces. Also, I was listening to the Little Shop of Horrors soundtrack around the time I was working on this so I threw in a Mean Green tagalong.

Thanks again for the tag @incognito-insomniac! =^..^=

#creator wrap 2020 #wraith in the ruins #boarix draws #wandering gardens #fallout fanfic #fallout fanart #fanart #fanfiction #fallout companions #fallout art #fallout robots #blood mentioned #injury mention

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wordynerdygurl · 5 years ago

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Body & Soul

Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is my first Halloween on Tumblr and I wanted to try my hand at one of the prompt challenges. This story is centered around the Hatterween quote, "I have no plans to love you. No matter what. You can't make me love you." #hatterweenfics

Also, as of today I have 100 followers, which is so amazingly awesome that I can't really believe it's true!! I feel so grateful that you read my little stories and doubly so that you like 'em!!!

Feel free to reblog the stories, drop comments and ask me anything!! You're my people and I love you!!

Now, the details...

Pairing: Dark, Demonic Loki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, rough language, Dark themes, D/s... in short, not our sweet boy but sexy just the same.

Summary: The best things happen when you dance, especially if your partner is a dark stranger, hungry for you, body and soul!

Damn, tequila tastes good. It's not the first time you've thought this, biting into a lemon, and sucking the tart citrus chaser down. After a long week at work, the shot tasted like forgetfulness, something you craved.

Normally you were a bar girl. A comfy stool or deep booth where you could nurse a beer and sing along to the jukebox, well, that was about perfect. Now though, you were moving on the dancefloor, colored lights making you throw your hips one way and your arms another. It felt great to get all of your angst and frustration out. Smiling to yourself, you let it all go as the tequila kicked in, just one more person in this sea of souls, escaping into the rhythmic music.

You sense eyes on you, unfamiliar and strange, but can't find who they belong too. That's when you realize that your girls aren't next to you. No, you're on your own in the center of the crowd.

The music shifts then. An unfamiliar song pumps over the crowd, rolling across the room like bruised storm clouds, pushing the club even closer to total darkness. It's disorienting and you turn to find one of your friends before a bubble of panic surfaces.

"May I?" The voice is dark like tinted glass and it's so close you feel the whisper on your cheek. Taking a half step back you size up the man who has invaded your space.

He is smouldering. Tall, taller than you by a foot at least and solid but trim. You look him over slowly, surprised by his interest, questioning his intentions.

A perfectly fitting suit of crimson hugs his broad shoulders, a matching vest showcases his narrow waist. His shirt, jet black. There is no tie. Sweeping your gaze over his face you're caught in the pure fire blue of his eyes. You notice raven hair curling across his collar in long strands and there's an itch in your fingers to pull it.

He's offered you his hand and shyly you accept. It's an old fashioned move but you're flattered by it all the same. There's something very formal, antique even, about the stranger and his pristine manners. He seems otherworldly and totally out of place in the nightclub.

You feel his arm wrap around your waist firmly, heat arcing through you at the contact. The touch of his palm against yours straightens your back as you are lead through the dance. "You move well, little one." His rough praise ruffles your hair. Flushing pink at the compliment you embarrassingly murmur, "Thanks."

He stares at you in a ravenous, coveting way, as if he'd like nothing better than to eat you up. You know from his carnal smirk that he would enjoy devouring you, body and soul. Swallowing thickly under his intense scrutiny you realize that you would allow him to, if he wanted, and somehow he knows that too.

You glide across the floor easily, his steps sure and graceful, making it seem like you are a more capable dancer. Trusting him with control of your body, you follow where he leads, mindlessly acquiescing to his urges. Once you stumble but his form never falters, keeping a sacred space between your bodies, his feet tireless as they move in time to the music.

You find the polite distance from him frustrating. If this were any other club jumper, he'd have his hands on your body, grinding his hips into you, timing it to the bass drop. But your red suited suitor is not like that. He makes the most of what physical contact you do share and you have to admit that it's an intimate experience. His hand on your back, your fingers laced together, that primal look in his eyes as they pierce into yours.

To you, it feels like you are the only two bodies in motion, the crowd falling into shadow around you. Maybe it's a trick of the lights, maybe it's the tequila. Either way, you enjoy the movements and the moments you two share, even if no words are spoken.

Too soon, in your opinion, the song finishes. Your partner, releasing his grip on you, presses a gentle kiss to your cheek before parting. "Until we meet again, little one."

You find voice enough to murmur, "Wait... who are you?"

But it's too late. Your breath catches on a soft sob as you watch his long legs carry him into the throbbing crowd. Willing him to look back at you, your searching eyes follow that blazing suit as long as you can. He never turns his head.

For the rest of the night you keep one eye out for your mysterious man. You can feel residual heat from his hand on your back, the skin there marked by his touch but that's not the only place he's set on fire. It's as if your crimson king has found the half gone flame of your arousal and poured lighter fluid on it.

Suddenly your nipples are painfully hard, straining against the cloth prison of your boosting bra. The panties you picked out special because of the tiny witches on them were flooded with your honey. And you could feel the red heat of your unending blush radiating off of your cheeks.

You slam another tequila shot, barely feeling the burn as it slides down your throat, since every other part of you is on fire. Pushing off of the bar, away from your people without a word, you will yourself to walk straight to the ladies room. There's something you have to do and it has to be done now.

Luckily the bathroom is empty. The stalls here are wide with walls that touch the floor and you are so grateful because you need the privacy. You've never done anything like this before but you're too exhilarated to stop now.

Quickly locking the door, you take a deep breath before lifting your skirt. You don't bother taking off your undies. Instead you shift them to the side and moan when your finger connects with your clustered nerves. Resting your heeled boot against the toilet you gather some of your slick and tease it over your sensitive nub.

When you close your eyes you see your man in red. He's on his knees before you with those long fingers on your milky thighs. Imaging his wicked tongue working on your womanhood, you swear you can almost feel him in there with you.

Tipping your head back, you let out a moan, leaning into the wooden wall of your stall. You're close to release imagining the dashing dancer pressing into you with hard hips and soft lips. Panting now, a name you've never heard before, flashes through your mind. The letters pulse behind your closed eyes, growing in intensity at the same rate as your pleasure. Your alcohol addled brain blinks to an image. The face of your scarlet stranger, his lean look and hungry eyes, the scorching sensation of his touch.

"Loki" you say it once, almost a question, testing how it sounds, breathless, as your body tries to reach its peak. "Loki!" Louder, clearer, stronger as your fingers rub roughly over your sensitive silk. "LOKI!", raggedly you scream as your body comes apart quickly in delicious contractions and warm liquid.

Taking a moment to calm your frayed nerves, you collapse onto the toilet seat. With shaking legs and racing heart you curse, "Holy shit." Even in your bed at night your body has never been so quick to reach its pinnacle.

You stand and straighten yourself up, feeling a bit guilty about your self love session. The mirror hides nothing and reflected in the fluorescent light you see your smudged eyeliner and racooned mascara. Cool water and a paper towel help but anyone can see that you've unravelled.

Your lips are swollen, your hair tangled, your skin alternatively flushed and blushing. Desire coils in your belly, dark and sinful. It's shocking to think that even though you just experienced a spell of sensual relief you can already feel the knot of need tightening in you again.

You had to get out of here. Now. Making a mental checklist you start: get to your friends and then get home. Those are your pressing tasks.

Time was of the essence as your skin was in flames. Each breath you took seemed to burn heat through your body, settling ashen embers in your liquid core. Every touch from an unsuspecting crowd surfer brought you closer to cumming. The brush of the waitress against your side was enough to force your thighs together, clenching your teeth.

Your dress was too clingy. The boots you wore, too heavy. All of your layers chaffed against you. Naked. That's what you needed to be and to ensure that you didn't get arrested, you needed to get someplace private, now.

"Guys!" Trying to sound casual when you clearly weren't, your friends looked you over in a loving if judgemental way. "Listen, I need to split. Anyone else coming?"

Without pausing for an answer, you grab your bag and start walking. "Um... ok. Ok. I'll get a car then. See you later!" You bit your bottom lip as you open your phone's drive share app. Head down in concentration, you make your way through the maze of dancers and drinkers, when you feel it again. Not it, rather, him.

You stop dead in your tracks.

He's just outside the door and you know he's waiting for you. Squaring your shoulders, trying to hide your body's betrayal at seeing him so soon, you planned on ignoring him. But your feet moved on thier own, taking you right up to him, as if they no longer were listening to your directions. At your approach he turned, a smile curled over his full mouth, "Little one, need a lift?"

You nod, yes. Loki offers you his strong hand once more, ushering you into his waiting car. He keeps you close to his side with those long arms of his wrapped around you. Cuddling you towards his heavy heat, you sigh and settle in for the drive.

No words are said. His hand idly strokes over your arm. You rest your cheek to his chest. Anyone could have mistaken you for long time lovers rather than the perfect strangers you were.

When the car stops Loki steps out first, straightening his suit coat, then reaching out, helps you gain the sidewalk. He leads you to his building, tall and dark like the man himself, with wrought iron rails around the windows and aging but beautiful stonework. You're reminded of the Beast's castle, from that fairy tale, a gothic haunted place where love, against the odds, manages to grow.

"Are you coming little one?" Loki's voice is feather light but it commands you just the same. Dim lamps flicker on once you cross the threshold, but you pay no attention to what they illuminate. You're being led onward, on to the place you have agreed to go ever since you took Loki's hand on the dance floor.

Heavy doors open to reveal a large, well made bed in the center of the room, the iron headboard reaching for the ceiling. Blood red comforters and black quilts are piled high, like a nest, for the long man in the crimson suit. A fire, raging orange, is the only light in this place. The shadows it cast leaping around the room like the club goers you left behind.

"Dance with me, little one." A song, the same from earlier, begins to play from somewhere in the house. This time, without the eyes of others on you, Loki's grip on you is tighter, his body closer than before. As you spin in time to the music his hands roam freely over your back, down to your bottom, gripping you hard.

You feel as if your person is no longer yours, but rather an extension of him. How did you ever live without his scalding touch? Were you alive before feeling the heat of Loki's gaze on you? Overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention, you lower your lashes, afraid that he will see your shameless, wanting need.

Nosing against you, Loki turns your head to face him, "Little one, you should know, I have no plans to love you. No matter what. You can't make me love you."

Stuck to the roof of your mouth, your tongue is of no actual help. Your mind is struggling to make sense of his words, the weight of them, the tone. It's important, you think, but his blown pupils and full lips distract your thoughts.

"But I will make you mine." And then Loki's blazing lips are on yours, hungry and unrelenting, as they try to drink in all of you. Fiery fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it back harshly, as his tongue licks over your jugular vein. Nipping your ear painfully, Loki tells you, "Give yourself to me, little one. Do it freely and I will let you howl my name, just as you did when you played with your pretty pussy tonight!"

Snapping your head up at the mention of your bathroom debasement, Loki snickers, "You couldn't keep your hands off of your needy body, that's how desperate you were to be mine. Now you will have to prove it to me."

Your knees buckle against the bed. Loki's steered you right where he wants you, and with no effort on his part, he pushes you back on the blanketed bed. Flames burning behind him, Loki towers over you, half shadowed in the flickering light. You think you see red horns on his head, but no, that's just a trick of the fire light, right?

For a second your mind shifts, I should be afraid, you think. But then Loki begins slipping off your boots and kissing a scalding path over each of your calves. You bow up from the mattress as Loki bites on the tendon inside your knee. It's a sensitive and unexpectedly erotic place on your body so you moan softly at the searing contact.

Reaching for him, you want to pull Loki to you. You want to give him some of the pleasure he's giving to you. Every attempt is swatted away until your man in red scolds, "If you can't control yourself, I will tie you down and finish things my way. Be good, little one. Please."

You decide to lay on your hands, tucking them under you, lest you be tempted to touch Loki again. This earns you a devilish grin before he returns to his work. Reaching under your skirt, Loki locks his eyes on yours and rubs you over your panties.

"Oh, little one. You're body is ready to be claimed. Look at how eager you are to belong to me!" Loki can't hide his own elation at your body's response. He traces over your split lips with one of his stiff fingers, pressing firmly against your straining bud, causing you to groan harshly.

Again he pushes down on your pearl, circling it slowly over the thin cotton of your underwear. The fabric, rough and dragging, scrapes against your bundled nerves sending ripples of electricity shooting through your core. Loki hooks his finger under the soaked scrap tearing it from under you with a growl.

In a rush, the breathe leaves your lungs, cool air coursing over your swollen sex only adding to your arousal. Loki rises up again, crooning, "Look at me, little one. I want you to see."

Your eyes widen in shock as he snaps his fingers and your clothes are just gone. No zippers pulled down, no buttons undone, just disappeared. Instead of crying out, you sigh happily. Your overheated body is finally free of your constraining clothes.

Wriggling into the warmth of the bedclothes, Loki warns, "Lie very still, little one. Don't move." And you couldn't even if you wanted to. His words are steel chains that bind you to his bidding, keeping you soothed and silent, while he slowly sheds his suit.

If you thought Loki was striking in his impeccable clothes, you are gobsmacked by his nude figure. Finely muscled, more than masculine and frightening hard, his body glowed in the radiance of fire light. You sucked in a breath and exhaled with a whimper.

Stroking himself lazily, Loki leans onto the bed, that starving look back on his fine features. "On your knees, little one. It's time to take you." You don't know what he means exactly but your body responds regardless.

Loki massages your skin from the swell of your bottom, over your spine, and across your shoulders. Arching your back into his touch, you mewl, impatient to have more of him. Your hips rock back towards his, straining for the contact that has been promised since you met, when Loki swiftly fists your hair. Pulling your head back sharply he snarls into your ear, "Greedy little slut, aren't you?"

Before you can answer, Loki thrusts into you, fully sheathing himself to the hilt. You scream at the invasion. He's large and forceful, buried cruelly against your cervix, and not withdrawing. No, he pushes in deeper, grinding his pelvis into your buttocks. Loki's hands fan across your hips, sealing you together, preventing you from escaping his punishing thrusts.

"Oh no, little one, you'll take all I have to give and be grateful." Loki barked at you in time with his driving rhythm. His fingers start stroking your clit while Loki continues his assault on your quivering body.

Despite the hard use, your hips begged for more of him. With every forward snap from Loki your internal walls reached out to him. Your core was unwilling to be separated from his cock until ecstasy had been reached. Before long you were riding him, bouncing yourself on his impossibly hard shaft, shouting profanity in fits and starts.

"You think you're going to cum, my little hellion? You believe that this devilish brute will let you take your pleasure so easily?" You whimper pathetically, fearful that you will be denied your elation, worried that Loki has found a fault in you.

"Stop moving." Though it almost kills you, your muscles freeze at Loki's command. Teasing you, "Tell me, little one, who do you serve?"

Willing your whole body to behave, you answer, "You... you, Loki" Loki rewards you by pulling straight down on your overly sensitive nipples. When you cry out he laughs deeply, "That's right. I am your god now, little one, your dark master. And you belong to me. Now do your master's bidding and fuck me like the bitch in heat I know you truly are!"

His words drive your flame of desire into frenzy as you force yourself onto Loki's waiting steel over and over. He doesn't touch you, at least not with his hands, only your carnal flesh connects the pair of you. Mere moments of bucking against Loki have you coming undone. He knows how close you are, ordering you, "Tell everybody who your soul belongs to! Let them hear you in heaven, my wicked woman!"

"LOKI! LOKI! LOKI!" The word loses all meaning as it tumbles, repeatedly, from your blubbering lips like a mantra for your body's rapture. Pleasure courses through you like wild fire, out of control and unpredictable. It bends your back as you howl like an animal unchained.

Your black euphoria is followed by Loki's. He makes sure that your bodies are locked together in a punishing hold. Your forms melt into one as his hot release is spent inside you.

Sagging on sore elbows, no longer able to hold yourself up, you drop down onto the bed. Loki has bottomed out, stuttering after shocks rippling through you both, but he hasn't withdrawn yet. He lies, snuggled in your sinful embrace, enjoying the sight of your corruption splayed in front of him.

"Loki...?" Barely a whisper, it's the most you can manage with your raw throat.

"Yes?" He can't see your face, can't read your expression, but he is curious.

"Why me?"

Pulling out of you with a gush of your shared passion, Loki turns you onto your back, his blue eyes narrow. "Why you? Little one, you called to me. The murky, mucky parts of your soul that never see the light of day... they scream out, Loki! Your deviant, dark spirit, always ignored. Trampled on. No longer. Your savior is here, little one."

Your wet eyes held Loki's gaze, enraptured and enchanted, as he rolled off the bed. Quietly padding around the fire kissed room on his long legs, Loki stopped when he reached a desk hidden in the gloom. Groaning, the drawer he tugged gave way and after a moments rummaging, he strode towards you once more.

"Little one, I told you there was no love here. But there is pleasure... so much pleasure." Opening the black box for you, Loki presents you with choker of black leather, slim and dainty. "There is also pain, little one. Freeing, soaring pain... Now you must choose. Go, take your clothes and return home to your half life of cheap booze and disappointments or... stay and begin life anew at the side of your soul's true master."

Sitting on your hip, nude, lavender bruises painted on your fire kissed skin, Loki saw how beautifully broken you'd become while with him. For a fleeting second he imagined what loving you would be like, giving away his heart and taking yours in return. But the rage inside him would never let that happen. Could never let that happen.

No, to have you as his conquest would be enough. It had to be. But the choice was yours.

Your fingers brushed over the smooth leather of Loki's collar and all that came with its acceptance. The clothes you'd worn all night were in a folded pile, the last connection to your "normal" life. What to do, what to do?

"Loki...?"

"Yes, little one... have you decided already?" Loki tried to hide the expectation in his voice but you hear it. It's enough to make you smile softly.

You nod.

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alleiradayne · 6 years ago

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Unconventional A J2 x Reader RPF Series

After a rousing evening of Friday Night Karaoke at the Supernatural convention, you’re tired and about to go to bed. But then a distinctly familiar laugh echoes through the hallway outside your hotel room door, and sleep is the last thing on your mind.

Part III - Recreational

Summary: Saturday morning workout(s) Warnings/Tags: Smut, fluff, unprotected sex, shower sex, oral (male and female receiving), fluids Characters/Pairings: Jared Padalecki/Female Reader, Jensen Ackles (subtle Jensen Ackles/Reader) Word Count: 4,530 A/N: For the love of everything good in this world, assume everyone involved is single or polyamorous. No. Wife. Hate. Allowed. This series as a whole will fulfill my Polyamory square for @spnkinkbingo but not until closer to the end. Beta’d by @atc74 because she’s awesome and managed to read this hella long buncha nonsense.

Nobody should be up at 5:30 in the morning. But you were. And you made sure Jared knew just how much you hated it by groaning as you rolled over in his bed.

Jared.

You turned over your shoulder to find him yet asleep, the sheets angled across his hips with one arm over his head.

Holy shit.

You had slept with… with that. With him.

The previous night returned in a rush. No, you hadn’t just slept with Jared Padalecki. You’d fucked each other’s brains out.

His groggy sigh snapped you back to the present. “Morning, gorgeous.”

“Hng…”

Jared’s eyes popped open at the sound of your voice. “You okay?”

“H-hey…” you said through your yawn as you stretched. “Yeah, I’m good. We should get going though.”

Long fingers teased along your extended ribs and you squawked in surprise. Jared smiled a devious grin, then grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to him, your back flush to his chest. “Before we go…” His hips rolled against your ass, his stiffened length slipping between your cheeks.

With a swift hand, you grabbed his cock and angled him to your pussy, wet with want. Jared gasped, sounding so surprised to find you ready and willing at his mere suggestion. The swollen tip teased at your sex, then spread you as he twitched his hips. Uncontrollable moans escaped your lips as he thrust, the entire length of his cock buried inside you with one push.

His arm snaked over your hip and between your thighs, fingertips finding your clit. Jared knew exactly what you needed and how you need it, firm, fast circles eliciting all manner of vulgar profanity from your mind. Furious thrusts pounded his hips against your ass, the slap of your bodies stinging your sensitive skin. Mere seconds of his rough pace built your climax up, bursting at the seams, and you begged him for more.

He growled as he shoved his knee between your thighs and lifted your leg with his. Positioned so, his next thrust reached deeper, bottoming out. Your scream rent the air, a long wail that transformed into an exultant moan. Jared hesitated, frozen for a moment. He whispered in your ear, breath hot on your skin, asking if he’d hurt you. With a shake of your head and a wiggle of your hips, you ensured him you were fine, and he moaned into your neck, his lips plying your skin with eager kisses as he began to thrust again.

Christ, you could get used to this. Fucking Jared felt natural as breathing. Despite his concerns, you fit him like a favorite shirt, perfect in more than size, but in strength, warmth, desire. Your thoughts returned to him then, his cock, his words, his hands, God, his hands, one rolling a taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the other yet rubbing your clit. Every deliciously dirty word filled your ears, unleashing your orgasm like a torrential flood.

Your walls clenched as your entire body convulsed with Jared’s moans, his cock throbbing and filling you with his cum. Wave after wave of aftershocks rolled through both of you until you went limp in his arms, gasping for breath.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Jared sighed. “You… I have no words. I just love fucking you.”

You snorted a laugh as you said, “I should be saying that about you. Seriously, do you have any idea how amazing you are?”

Jared slipped from the bed, only to pick you up and carry you to the bathroom. “You could tell me in the shower.”

“Jared, we have to get to the gym—”

“Oh, Jensen won’t mind if we’re a little late. He’ll understand. Besides,” he paused as he set you on your feet. Without warning, his fingers plunged between your thighs and into your swollen pussy. Your hands flew to his arms, braced against the dizzying rush of arousal. But then he withdrew, his fingers covered in your arousal and his cum. “I want to clean that up for you… if you’ll let me.”

You stepped into the shower and started the water. “Depends on how you’ll—”

Fuck, but Jared was huge. His towering frame enveloped yours as he pushed you against the shower wall with your back to him. Water sluiced between your bodies as his hands roamed your skin, over your hip and teased your clit once more. But then he knelt, and his massive hands grasped your ass. Naturally, your hips rolled as you arched your back, presenting yourself to him, and he parted your flesh to bury his face between your cheeks.

Jared ate pussy like his life depended on it. His long tongue fucked about as good as his cock, and his nose, Christ, his nose rubbed right against your asshole so perfectly, his face must have been made for riding. Not even a minute passed before you came, a rush of your arousal gushing over his lips mixed with his own cum. Relentless, Jared sucked you clean, lapping up every ounce of your fluids until satisfied.

When he stood, you turned to him, hands grasping his hips for leverage only to find his cock rock hard. “Again?”

“Sure,” he said as he moved to pick you up, but you stopped him.

“Oh, no, sir,” you said with a laugh. “You fuck me like you just did, you’ll come in me, and then you’ll have to clean it again.”

“Y/N, I would fuck you and eat you out all day if I had the time,” he said with a moan. “But I want to do whatever you—fuck!”

You were on your knees and sucking him down your throat without a word of warning. Above, Jared braced himself, one long arm reaching out for the shower wall, the other hand buried in your hair. The bob of your head set him into motion, and when it seemed Jared had a pace in mind, you released his cock and held still while he thrust.

In that moment you weren’t sure what was better; Jared fucking your pussy or your mouth. You decided it didn’t matter when, in a short minute, he grunted with a faltered thrust as his cock throbbed and he came. Spurts of his cum ran down your throat and filled your mouth, his load impressively large for his second. When you looked up, you found his eyes wide, staring, and so, you withdrew from him and opened your mouth. A final, hard flex shot another string of his cum into your mouth and along your chin.

You tried to close your mouth to swallow, but Jared grabbed you by the jaw and pulled you up to your feet. When his lips sealed on yours, his tongue dove into your mouth, his cum flowing between you. Parted, you watched as he swallowed, his own eyes following the bob of your throat.

“I hope that wasn’t weird…”

A coy smile hooked your lips as you replied. “Kinky. But not weird. At least…” you paused as Jared wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “Not as weird as I think this weekend is about to get.”

Jared’s laughter filled the shower, and it was then that you realized your life was about to change forever.

“Well, look at you two all shiny and fresh,” Jensen teased as you pushed through the door of the gym.

“Don’t, man, I didn’t want stink up the place,” Jared lied.

Jensen shoved his face into Jared’s armpit and sniffed. “Stink like sex you mean?”

“No!”

Jensen rolled his eyes as he looked at you. “Seriously, how many times?”

You looked from him to Jared, then back. “Five.”

Jared gaped at you, appalled. “Y/N!”

You dug your striking gloves from your gym bag. “What? He’s not an idiot.”

Jared huffed as he shoved his hands into his own gloves. “Whatever. I’m… gonna go over here. Until my face goes back to a normal color.”

You laughed with Jensen as he slipped his hands into the target pads. “Alright, so, what do you know?”

With a roll of your shoulders and neck, you approached him, toe to toe. You raised your hands as you shifted your left foot forward. “Really, just strikes and blocks. No grappling or ground-work.”

Jensen nodded. “That works. We’ll get your cardio in then,” he said with a smile as he held up the target pads. “Show me what—”

A quick jab and cross struck both pads with such force, the left lipped off Jensen’s hand. He looked at the pad, then back at you before retrieving it. “Sorry,” he said as he put it back on. “Guess I didn’t have the strap very tight.”

“Might want to tighten the other one while you’re at it,” you suggested and he obliged, pulling the strap on his right hand tighter.

With the pads raised once more, you repeated the pattern. Jab. Jab-cross. Cross-hook-cross. Jab-cross-hook-cross. When Jensen understood your flow, you sped up, running through the pattern multiple times before breaking. “Give me any of those targets randomly. If you want a kick, put both pads together on either side.” When he tried that target, you said, “Yeah, more of an angle. Like that.”

Jensen nodded again and held up the pads. Different targets led to different combinations, and he even threw in a few fast sweeps in at your head. Squats and reaction timing. It would be a good cardio workout.

The combinations flowed with ease until Jensen offered a waist high kick target to your right. You pivoted on your front foot as your back leg arched, knee pointed at the pads and foot snapping out to strike quick and hard. Pulled back, you reset, back leg replaced behind you as you said, “Higher.”

Jensen nodded and followed up with a few more hand targets, then offered another kick at your shoulders to the left. The whip like snap of your front leg connected with the target so fast, Jensen backpedaled a step. You waited for him to reset and then repeated yourself. “Higher.”

Jensen, bless his heart, regarded you with a side-eyed squint, then shrugged. More hand targets followed, squats and jabs and crosses, until once more, he lined up a kick target to the right at head level.

Your head level.

With a quick skip, you switched your stance, left leg in back to facilitate a reverse hook kick. Except, instead of hitting the pads, you cleared them and Jensen’s shoulders. You had no intention of kicking Jensen in the head. But he didn’t know that. He reared back as your foot raced passed his face, then shouted a curse loud enough that Jared heard him across the gym.

Long legs loped to a stop at the edge of the mat and Jared asked, “You okay? What happened?”

“He wouldn’t put the target high enough,” you insisted.

Jensen, doubled over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath, shook his head. “Fuck that, do it again. Dude, I swear she could kick you in the head,” he said as he pointed.

“Me?” Jared asked as he regarded you. “That’s… no way.”

Jensen lined the pads up above his head, level with Jared’s. “Alright, Karate Kid, let’s see it.”

“Can I jump?” you asked, “It’s kind of high.”

Jensen shook his head. “No way, show him that reverse you just did.”

Great. It would be quite the reach, but if you got up on the ball of your foot on your base leg and reached with your toes as you kicked, you might brush the bottom of the pad. Left foot in front, you switched, then reversed, head dropping below your waist and arms held in tight as your foot reached for the pad. A subtle paff popped as the ball of your foot connected with the pad—not exactly proper technique, but nobody was critiquing you—and you stumbled a step back to land.

“Damn,” Jared muttered.

Jensen’s backhanded slap met his chest as he said, “Told you. She damn near cleared my head.”

Unfortunately, that reach had stretched you past your limits. As you straightened, stabbing pain lanced down your right leg from your hip. A sharp suck of air between your teeth snatched their attention as you grasped your hip and limped from the mat. “Okay, I’m tapping out.”

Jared followed you alongside Jensen. “Wait, what happened?”

“You okay, Y/N?” Jensen asked as he wrapped an arm around your back.

For a breath, you forgot the fiery pain in your hip, overwhelmed by Jensen’s sudden embrace. “I’m fine,” you said as you leaned into him with an arm around his waist. Firm, but softer than Jared, you had half a mind to peek under his shirt. But then the pain returned, and your curiosity fled. Towards the door you hobbled, and Jensen followed you without question. “Damn hips aren’t what they used to be.”

You heard the smirk on Jared’s lips as he spoke. “They were something else last night.”

The sting of embarrassment slashed across your cheeks and you stumbled over your own feet as memories from the night before flooded your mind. Quick as a cat, Jensen caught you, and without hesitation, scooped you up into his arms.

“I just tripped, you don’t—”

“It’s fine, I got you,” Jensen interrupted. “Besides, if num nuts back there keeps talking about your hips, I’d rather have you faint in my arms.”

At the elevator, Jared hit the button. “I’m kinda jealous,” he jested. “Jensen has amazing arms.”

Sweat beaded on your brow as a familiar heat crept up your neck. “They are amazing,” you muttered, careful not to look Jensen in the eye as tentative fingertips brushed his bicep. With a shake of your head you insisted, “You don’t have to do this, I’m not exactly bridal-style material here.”

The elevator doors opened with a chime and Jensen strode over the threshold. “First of all,” he started as Jared hit the button for your floor, “I am enjoying this way too much. Second, I don’t want to hear anything about how heavy you are. Because you’re not. Like, at all. You’re…” he paused as his words trailed to silence and a deep blush reddened his nose. “… like Jared said, you’re something else.”

The elevator lurched into motion, bearing you to the fifteenth floor. An awkward silence settled over the three of you as you pondered Jensen’s words. You had no delusions as to your physical appearance. But Jensen’s heated stare bore into your wide gaze as your eyes locked, and a part of you wished Jared wasn’t in the elevator.

When the bell rang and the doors opened, Jensen looked ahead as he carried you off the elevator. Jared fell in step behind him with a skip to catch up as Jensen skirted the corner to your hallway. At the end he stopped at your door, then set you on your feet. “Got your card?”

From a leg pocket, you withdrew your card and held it to the door. “I’ll be fine guys, I’ll see you—hey!”

Jensen had you in his arms again before you could complain. Not that you would. Jared was right. Jensen’s arms were absolute heaven. He carried you to the bed and set you upon it so gently, you might as well have been a fragile piece of glass.

“You gonna be okay?” Jared asked as he knelt at the foot of the bed. Jensen looked on as a concerned frown contorted his too-pretty face.

“Guys. I’m fine,” you insisted. “I just need to ice it for a bit, I’ll be right as rain in an hour.”

“I’ll go get you an ice pack and a heating pad, you should do both,” Jared said as he darted for the door.

Jensen nodded as he said, “Grab a bottle of water, too.” When the door clicked shut, Jensen turned to you and added, “don’t need you cramping up, you should drink a lot of water today. Where does it hurt?”

You pointed to your right leg. “It’s my sciatica. Pinches in the hip and shoots down my leg.”

“Lay down,” he ordered as he pointed to the bed.

“What?”

“Just… trust me. Roll over,” he insisted. When your sideways glare met his, he rolled his eyes. “I swear, I’m not gonna do anything perverted, okay. I… I have the same problem and I know a few things that might help.”

Your glare lasted a second longer before you smiled. “You just want to see if Jared was full of shit,” you teased as you rolled over.

“Jared is full of shit,” he stated, “but he wasn’t lying about…”

His voice trailed off again, and when you looked over your shoulder, you found him staring at your ass. “I thought you weren’t going to do anything perverted.”

Jensen shook his head. “I’m not,” he insisted as he rounded the end of the bed. “Alright, I was. Sorry, that was rude.”

“I dunno,” you mused as his fingertips prodded your hip, just above your ass. “Coming from you, I think I should take a lurid stare as a compliment.”

A snort of laughter sounded through his nose. “You shouldn’t kid yourself, Y/N,” he started as he explored the muscles of your lower back. “You’re… so fucking cute. And I don’t mean it in like a cute, little adorable girl way, you’re… look at me.”

Over your shoulder you turned once more and found Jensen sweating bullets. “Jesus, are you okay?”

He was about to speak when his thumbs found the sweet spot in your hip and you shouted. You did your best not to crawl away from him, but he dug in hard and you damn near rolled off the bed. Jensen held you still as he worked with a concentrated purse of his lips. “Breathe, Y/N. It’ll help.”

You sucked in a breath through your nose and exhaled with an open mouth. “Are you okay?” you asked through gritted teeth.

Jensen grunted. “I’m… can I be brutally honest with you? Like, vulgar?”

“Um,” you started, “I… guess I can take it.”

“I want to bury my face in your ass so bad right now.”

“Oh.” You had prepared for something far less pleasant than the thought of Jensen’s head between your thighs. “That wasn’t that vulgar.”

As if you had challenged him, Jensen straddled your hips and leaned into your ear. “I want to taste you, Y/N. I want to feel you come on my face while I eat your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

“That’s better—”

The thick shaft of his erection pressed between your cheeks, separated only by the thin fabric of your leggings and his shorts. “I want to fuck you, I want to see my cock spreading your pussy, and I want to feel you come wrapped all around me.”

A stuttered breath held your tongue before you said, “Think you can do all that before—”

The knock at your door sent Jensen flying off the bed. “Shit, that was fast,” he cursed. “I’m… gonna go in here for a minute.”

Jensen raced into the bathroom and shut the door as you rolled from the bed. A hobbled step shuffled you to the door, and when you pulled it aside, Jared’s curious brow fell. “You’re still dressed.”

“That’s because, unlike you,” you started as you snatched the heating pad and ice pack from his hands, “Jensen is a gentleman.”

“Then why is he hiding in the bathroom with a hardon?” Jared asked with a raised voice.

“Shut up!”

Jared rolled his eyes as he followed you to the bed. “You gonna be okay?”

You nodded as you laid down again. “Yeah, this’ll take care of it. Hot shower will help, too.”

Jared leaned over the side of the bed for a gentle kiss. “We’ll see you later tonight?”

“After the special, I’m assuming,” you started.

“Yes! Backstage!” Jensen called.

You grinned as you jabbed a thumb at the bathroom. “Backstage, apparently.”

Jared nodded as he stood and headed for the bathroom. “Backstage, then,” he stated as he opened the bathroom door. “C’mon, dude, let’s go. I’ll walk in front of you.”

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tattooednursewrites · 6 years ago

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An Unconventional Easter

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Dean/Reader (female)

Summary: A hunt brings you to a strip club on the eve of Easter.

A/N: This was written for @mariekoukie6661‘s 400 Followers Writing Challenge. Congratulations again on the awesome milestone! Thank you so much for letting me participate.

Prompt: “It’s not what you think...”

Technically, you knew how you got here. It was the same reason you got into a lot of ridiculous situations – hunt the bad things and save as many people as you could. Simple. That didn’t change the fact that you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. It’s not that you celebrated Easter – you hadn’t given much thought to it, or holidays in general, since before you lost your family all those years ago. Still… preparing to go on stage – at a strip club – as a ‘sexy’ Easter bunny? You were calling that a new low.

The outfit was even worse than the French maid costume you’d had to don last year… but no point going over past humiliations now. You straightened your ears in the mirror and sighed. Your thong even had a fucking fluffy bunny tail. Doing the makeup had been interesting… you had used eyeliner to make your eyes look bigger, but still innocent, and then used it to draw on whiskers and outline an inverted triangle on your nose. You had borrowed blush from one of the girls to fill in the triangle, making the tip of your nose pink. Your hair was pulled into messy pigtails that sat just behind the ears, having the added benefit of helping keep them in place.

To your surprise, Easter egg pasties were a thing. People were weird, but whatever. You had a white satin bra on over them that matched your thong – minus the tail, of course. Over that you pulled on a sheer white ‘dress’ that was so short it gathered above your poufy tail. Your white garter belt attached to white fishnet thigh-highs. That just left one last part to your costume – the ridiculous bunny suit. It had been modified for easy removal, and was footless so you could wear the absurdly high ‘I hope I don’t break something’ platform boots… shiny white patent ones, of course.

You hadn’t worn this much white… well… ever. You definitely preferred darker clothing – not to mention less revealing and way more utilitarian. You were thankful you had enough tattoos that the protective ones weren’t obvious. This was a hunt after all, and it wouldn’t be helpful to have your cover blown before you even got off stage. Especially since this outfit didn’t really lend itself to concealing weapons.

Thankfully, you had your most valuable weapon – your push dagger, tucked into your boot. Everything else you thought you might need was tucked in your Easter basket. And filling plastic Easter eggs with salt and holy water? Not something you’d forget any time soon. The thought of the little colorful plastic grenades made you smirk. Grabbing the basket, you made your way to the curtain. The DJ was rambling on as the girl on stage collected her tips. Then you heard him introduce you… shit. You were up.

Although it was a bit predictable, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to strip to White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane. So far tonight, most of the girls had chosen faster songs to dance to – but you tended to like something a bit slower. And pop music wasn’t really your thing, not usually anyway. Plus, if you had to dress as a freaking Easter bunny, you might as well have fun with it. The song started as you stalked to the center of the stage, setting your basket behind the center pole. You took a deep breath and let the music take over.

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When Sam had mentioned the possibility of a hunt in a strip club, Dean had jumped at the chance. Of course he had. A hunt with the added bonus of half-naked women? Definitely worth a detour. He glanced at Sam, who was at the bar trying to get info from the bartender. Dean was in one of the corner booths, keeping an eye on the crowd for possible victims. The music that was blaring wasn’t his style, but the scantly clad women made up for it in spades. He shifted in his seat as Sam started making his way back from the bar, beers in hand. If his brother noticed the women around him, he hid it well. Dean shook his head. Sammy needed to loosen up a bit.

Dean glanced back at the stage, the woman – who had been dressed as some kind of nymph or fairy – was collecting her tips. It seemed they had a spring theme going on tonight. Sam sat across from him, sliding a beer his way. “The bartender didn’t seem to know much, recognized the vics, but with how many people come through here a night she couldn’t remember anything about who they might’ve left with. She did mention they’ve had a high turn over of dancers lately. They’ve had to hire a couple new girls a week for the past few weeks. Even have a new one starting tonight, which she said they wouldn’t usually do on a Saturday. It might not be anything, but I think there may be more to this than just the missing guys.”

“Hmm,” Dean replied, sipping his beer. “So maybe the succubus is branching out?” He saw Sam start to speak, but the start of the next song pulled his attention to the stage. Holy. Shit.

Sam shrugged. “I haven’t seen anything about succubi playing for both teams, but anything is possible.” As Sam finished, he realized he no longer had Dean’s attention. Sam followed Dean’s gaze to the stage, his eyes widening. It was an Easter bunny. Not something he ever expected to see. He turned back to Dean, but Dean didn’t notice. He was riveted.

Dean had been to dozens of strip clubs over the years. Maybe even hundreds. He was sure he’d probably seen someone dance to this song before, but he had no memory of it. Hell, it certainly wouldn’t have made his ‘songs to strip to’ playlist, but now he saw how wrong he was for the omission. How an Easter bunny could be sexy, he had no idea, but there was no doubting that she was.

His eyes followed her swaying hips and fluid movements. If he had to guess, he’d say she was the succubus, just based on his reaction to her alone. The white of the outfit was in stark contrast to her multiple tattoos. He actually laughed when he saw the tail. Despite his suspicions, he couldn’t help but hope that she wasn’t the demon they were hunting. As she finished her set, he wasn’t surprised to see multiple guys signal for lap dances.

Sam cleared his throat and Dean turned to him. “Think that’s our demon?” Dean asked, glancing back to the stage.

Sam shook his head. “The bartender said the new girl was a bunny. She doesn’t seem new, but if that’s who she was talking about she couldn’t be our demon.”

Dean nodded, following her movements through the crowd. She had a freaking Easter basket. He watched as she let one of the patrons lead her through the doorway beside the stage. He knew it would lead to the private rooms and he fought the need to follow them. She wasn’t the demon and he had a job to do. He finished his beer and stood. “Okay, Sammy. You keep looking, I’m going to see if I can get anything more from the bartender.”

Sam nodded and Dean made his way to the bar. When the bartender leaned in to take his order, he flashed her a smile and saw her respond. He ordered two more beers and waited for her to return with them before leaning toward her a bit. “Busy night.”

She smiled and mimicked his posture. “A bit busier than our usual Saturday, but the tips are nice.”

Dean flashed his badge and she seemed even more interested. Definitely a perk of this job. “So, speaking of tips, which of the dancers has been making the most lately? The bunny that was just on stage seemed to do pretty well…”

The bartender rolled her eyes. “Different questions than your partner? That’s a relief,” she smiled. “Yeah, bunny girl – Sinamen – really did clean up, but it’s probably because it’s her first night. As far as our usual top draw – that would have to be Desyre,” she gestured to a woman wearing a pink negligee that was chatting up a group of businessmen. “She’s only been here about a month, but she makes at least double what the other girls do.”

Dean left a hefty tip on the bar and thanked her. As he slid back into the booth, he pointed Desyre out to Sam. “The bartender says she usually makes double what the other girls do. I think we have our winner. Rock-paper-scissors for who plays the bachelor?”

Sam sighed but nodded, groaning when he was stuck with the role. Dean grinned, pulling him toward Desyre where she was moving between the tables toward the bar. “Hey there. I was wondering if I could get my brother here a dance? He’s getting married next week, and he’s a bit shy… never had a private dance before… I thought it would be a good send off.”

Dean watched as Desyre looked between him and Sam before a smile that could only be described as predatory curled her lips. “Of course. Just him, or are you going to join us?”

“I see no reason I shouldn’t treat myself as well…”

“I couldn’t agree more,” she purred, taking each of the boy’s hands and guiding them to the same hall Dean had seen the bunny down a few minutes before.

Once they were in the room Sam sat and Dean hovered by the table, pouring them all a bit of champagne and tipping some holy water in it. When he passed a glass to Desyre she sipped it with a smirk. Her intended reply was cut short by the effect of the holy water. Growling, she launched herself at Dean while Sam started the exorcism. She quickly threw Dean over the couch and turned back to Sam. Dean picked up the exorcism as Sam fought her. It didn’t take long to see something wasn’t right. The demon threw Sam against a wall and smirked at Dean, revealing the binding mark that bound her to the body… but at the same time she unwittingly revealed the stab wounds on her chest. Exorcism or no, the person that Desyre had been wasn’t surviving this. Dean braced for her attack and called out to Sam. “The knife, Sammy – the body is dead regardless.”

The demon startled and turned to Sam, but it was too late. Sam plunged the knife into her chest and the boys watched the sparks as the demon died, falling to the ground. They took in the mess around them and looked at each other. “Back exit?” Sam asked. Dean nodded.

Dean pushed open the door to the alley, turning to head for the car when he froze. Sam bumped into him and the door clanged closed behind them, but Dean barely noticed. His eyes were locked on the scene in front of him. The bunny – the sexy fucking bunny stripper – was in front of him in that little practically see-through white dress and those crazy boots, and she was wrestling with the guy he had seen her follow to the back. The asshole’s shirt was partially unbuttoned and his belt was undone. Dean saw red. He was about to help her when she pulled what looked like a small dagger from her boot and stabbed the guy in the chest. Dean watched the guy shake as the demon died. Another fucking demon?! And who was this chic?

He heard Sam mutter “What the hell?”

What the hell was right. Before he had a chance to speak, she turned the them and her eyes went wide. “It’s not what you think…”

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As soon as you heard that someone had requested a private dance, you had a feeling something wasn’t right. You had put your bra and ‘dress’ back on after your routine… and of course still had on the ears and tail. You made your way to the table the manager had pointed out. You knew that what you were hunting was definitely preying on men, and you suspected the uncommonly high turnover of dancers meant it was likely preying on women as well. You were suspicious of one of the dancers, but hadn’t been able to get her alone yet to test your theory. Now, as the man stood and led you toward the back, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe they were a team. You had never heard of a succubus and incubus working together, but anything was possible.

When he passed the private rooms and pulled you through the exit and into the alley you were fairly confident you had found your demon… or one of them at least. There was still a chance he was just a run of the mill asshole, though. You grabbed one of the Easter eggs that was filled with holy water and smashed it on him as he pushed you against the wall. His hands came away from his belt as the water hit him and sizzled on his skin. He growled, pulling at his shirt to get it away from his skin. You saw the gunshot wound there, and couldn’t help but smile. He just made your job that much easier.

He slammed you into the wall again and sneered. “A sexy hunter, who would’ve thought? You’ll make a nice treat.”

You cringed when your head slammed into the wall again. Okay, maybe easy was the wrong word. You brought your knee up into his groin with all the force you could muster. He fell back, releasing you for long enough for you to steady yourself away from the wall, then he was back on you.

Wrestling against him, you reached for your boot. You were vaguely aware of the door banging shut, but you couldn’t let your attention wander from the pissed off incubus attacking you. Grabbing your dagger from your boot, you raised your arm and saw him smirk a bit at the site of the weapon. Yeah, it was small – and normally a dagger wouldn’t do dick all to a demon, but this one? It was special.

The push dagger was made out of iron and was vaguely Celtic looking. You had always loved it – your mom had given it to you for your thirteenth birthday. She had explained that your grandmother had given it to her, who had gotten it from her mother, and so on for so many generations the origin of the blade had been lost long ago. Your mother had told you it was special, precious, and that it would protect you from anything. You hadn’t understood until you started fighting monsters. Iron was powerful, and it was an easy weapon to conceal… a last line of defense. Then, a few years ago, you had come up against your first demon.

Not realizing what you were hunting was a demon until it was too late, you should’ve died that night. As a last ‘fuck you’ to the thing before you died, you decided to stab the fucker. You were probably just as surprised as it was as it died…. Hell, probably more so. The next time you crossed paths with a demon you got the same result. Your dagger, the one that had been passed down for so very many generations, killed demons. Sure, you still tried to exorcise them if you could, but damn if it wasn’t a handy weapon to have. Protect you from anything, indeed.

The incubus shoved you against the wall again as you brought the dagger down into its chest. You never got over the look of surprise the demonic assholes had as they died… the shock that anything could kill them, much less the small dagger. Pompous fucks.

You heard someone mutter something you couldn’t make out, pulling your attention away from the demon, and you turned around. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Busted. There were two guys frozen and staring at you. They were tall and ludicrously handsome. Well, time to figure out how to talk yourself out of this one. “It’s not what you think…”

The shorter one, who was not at all short, surprised you by smirking. Fuck he was beautiful. “Really? Because, sweetheart, I was thinkin’ you just killed a demon.”

You gaped at him for a moment before shrugging and returning his smirk. “Incubus, but yeah, I did just kill a demon. Hunters?”

The first one nodded as the other spoke. “Yeah, I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean.”

You grinned as you introduced yourself. “The Winchesters? I’ve heard of you. It’s a pleasure. I would love to chat, but I’m thinking we shouldn’t hang around in the alley with – ” you gestured to the body. “Ya know?”

Sam nodded.

“Yeah, we left the body of the succubus in one of the private rooms, so making ourselves scarce is probably a good idea,” Dean agreed.

“So, it was a succubus/incubus team – that’s wild,” you said as you slid your knife back into your boot and picked up the Easter basket. “Y’all have a room in town?”

Dean smirked, but Sam cut in before he could respond. “Yeah, at the Sunrise, you?”

“I’m at the Sunrise, too. Room 213. Y’all up for a couple beers?”

Sam looked to Dean who nodded. “Yeah, we can trade stories over drinks.”

“Sounds good. I need to get out of this costume first, though,” you said, barely holding in a sigh.

Sam gave you a small smile, but Dean’s smirk widened and his eyes lit. He looked you up and down before meeting your eye. And – holy fuck – he licked his lips. “That’s a pity, sweetheart.”

You flushed, unable to stop yourself from squirming a bit. He was dangerously sexy. Even if it hadn’t been awhile, you’d be in trouble.

Sam groaned. “Dean, stop it.” He looked at you apologetically.

You smiled and winked at Sam before looking back to Dean. “I’m more of a black lace girl, myself, but good to know you like it, Dean.”

You turned to head to your car, but didn’t miss the hungry look on his face.

Sam chuckled. “We’re in 109, want to meet us there after you change?”

You looked over your shoulder and smiled at them. “Sure thing. See you soon, boys!”

Sam nodded. Dean was too busy staring at your ass to respond.

This should be fun.

#minnies400challenge #tattooednursewrites #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean/reader #dean x reader #dean winchester/reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester/ofc #dean winchester x ofc #Dean/OFC #Dean x OFC #dean winchester #female reader #original female character #Sam Winchester #hunter reader

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victorianoir · 7 years ago

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hi i need you to ramble about LotS in your very special karen way okay thanks :D

WHEREDOIEVENBEGIN???????????

Right off the bat, they got the formula right with Legend of the Seeker. I remember seeing an advert for it when I was in college, telling me to watch the first episode on ABC. And I was like “What. Is. This. Corny. Freaking. Fantasy. Show? SO. MANY. HOT. PEOPLE. I CANNOT MISS THIS.”

So I sat down all by myself, ready to have a blast and laugh, and maybe not ever watch it again. And an hour later, I was like .... shaking .... it was that perfect.

Because, listen. Not only are most of the characters hot (yeah I’m shallow, fuck off I’m allowed), the creators of the show understand that fantasy fans are male, female, gay, lesbian, bi, and all the colors of the damn rainbow, from all walks of life, and they give us SO. MUCH. TO. LOOK. AT.

But there’s that age-old cheesy fantasy element to it, with the melodramatic dialogue here and there, and the cheesy special affects that are the perfect balance, because it’s just a smidgeon better than Syfy Original Movies, but not SO good that it’s not a real fantasy show. AND it’s filmed in New Zealand, so the setting is SO GORGEOUS and perfect, but also they actually hire a bunch of actors who aren’t just white New Zealanders but also Māori folks, and they all struggle so much with the American accent that it just ADDS TO THE PERFECTION AND ENJOYMENT.

And the heroes of the show get EQUAL. TIME. Richard Cypher is your typical farmboy who is actually THE SEEKER--the one and only savior of the New World and the Old World--and nobody ever told him he was adopted and actually all powerful--he never asked for any of it, but he embraces it and stumbles through it all the same, making mistakes, letting his altruism take control and effing things up sometimes in a way that makes you go (rolls eyes) RICHARRRRRRRD. And he is fucking HOT. Like, hot DAMN that body. And the pilot OPENS with that man chopping wood shirtless. Like, WAY TO KNOW YOUR DEMOGRAPHIC, SHOW. YAS.

And then Kahlan Amnell is just...the most AMAZINGLY radical female fantasy character. She is a Confessor and INCREDIBLY powerful--sworn by ancient laws to be the protector of the Seeker, just as generations of Confessors before her have been, and she has the power to make you do or say anything she wants you to...at a cost. And oh my God the ANGST of it is so beautiful, because they basically become her slave and it’s really upsetting and sad because death is the only way to break the spell, so she deals with guilt and responsibility ALL THE TIME. But also she is HOT and she fights with her long black hair all out and the show makes sure to make everything all slow motion so that EVERY EPISODE has at least two or three scenes of the PUREST HAIR PORN. ALSO she wears this stunning-ass white flowing dress with bitchin’ sleeves so you get a lot of white dress and sleeve porn too.

And then there’s Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander, an all powerful old man WEIRD-LOOKING wizard who’s been protecting Richard as he grew up in his foster home, safe from the powers of evil, pretending to be the crazy naked man who keeps chickens. SERIOUSLY. THAT’S WHAT HE DOES. HE’S THE CRAZY NAKED CHICKEN MAN. BUT ACTUALLY THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARD EVER AHAHAHA! And he’s absolutely hilarious and grumpy sometimes, but also such a sappy old man with a heart of gold, and he loves to eat food even though he’s super tall and skinny.

The three of them travel around and fight against Darken Rahl who is ALSO KINDA HOT BY HIS OWN RIGHT even if his hair is icky kinda ... The Seeker is supposed to defeat Darken Rahl and save the people from his evilness and his evil D’Haran army.

And the romance with Richard and Kahlan will IMMEDIATELY drown you. YOU WILL DROWN. And if you aren’t into hetero-love, there are the Mord-Sith who are basically an army of tight leather wearing torturess women warriors who are part of Darken Rahl’s army. And because they’re a bad ass order of women warriors, a few of them are sexually fluid. And it isn’t even male-gaze-y. Like, one of the Mord-Sith who becomes a regular character in season 2, Cara--I’LL GET TO CARA--is unashamedly and unabashedly bisexual. She has relationships with women and men in the show. But Cara. is. so. amazing. Such depth and inner angst and viciousness but she’s soft putty deep down ... like if Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn-99 actually acted on the torturous threats she makes (and acted on her bisexuality AMIRIGHT???????) ... HER EYE ROLLS ARE THE STUFF DREAMS ARE MADE OF. SERIOUSLY.

But the plot is just GREAT. We see them saving lives and stopping to help people, making mistakes, having to deal with their own inner demons...everything is just so beautiful. And the angst is GREAT. And it’s legitimately FUNNY sometimes, and heartwarming other times. And it hurts sometimes and feels really good other times.

There are so many orders of women who are leaders, sorceresses, fighters ... they have so much depth, too. They aren’t just the stereotypical “damsel in distress”, nor are they the stereotypical “STRONG WOMAN” .... Even women who are generally just villagers have moments in which they rise to the occasion to do what’s right and there’s just so much awesome strength and depth in even side characters who are women.

The show was on network TV, but still dealt with sexuality in such an open, normative way ... not just by showing bisexual characters and same sex relationships, but also by unabashedly addressing sex and even playing with sex/pain/torture with the Mord-Sith. Like ..... holy shit.

I’ll forever be upset and bitter that Legend of the Seeker was only allowed 44 episodes. Fuck ABC and fuck folks who thought it was a stupid cheesy show and didn’t turn it on when it first aired. BECAUSE THE PEOPLE WHO CREATED THIS SHOW DESERVED BETTER. THE FANS DESERVED MORE.

But I’ll cherish every single one of those 44 episodes because they’re PERFECT, flaws and all. The flaws are part of its charm.

Seriously, y’all. Turn on Legend of the Seeker.

#Legend of the Seeker #LOTS #Richard Cypher #Kahlan Amnell #Cara #Confessor #The Seeker #Mord-Sith #Zedd #wizard #sword of truth #terry goodkind #ABC Legend of the Seeker #I CAN'T STOP GUSHING IT'S JUST SO GOOD #and I will never be over it ending #awaybacktothen

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minaminokyoko · 7 years ago

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Deadpool 2: A Spoilertastic Review

One thing I've noticed over the years is that there's nothing like it when someone busts their ass to make a movie happen, defying all odds, and pours their sweat, blood, tears (and in Deadpool's case, probably other fluids we don't want to know about) into a film, and it turns out to reward them spectacularly. Deadpool was one of those movies. They fought for years to get that movie made after the disgraceful ruination of the character in X-Men Origins: Wolverine and they did him justice beyond words. It was magnificently done. It damn near beat Jesus, for fuck's sake. Actual Jesus.

And that's why I think that I don't like the sequel as much.

I've seen this happen many times: a sleeper hit or an unexpected smash hit blockbuster exceeds all expectations and then puts out a sequel. Well, unfortunately, sometimes success can ruin your party. Success, accolades, and the second highest grossing Rated R film of all time had an influence on how Deadpool 2 turned out, if you ask me. When you're not starving for it, then it means that sometimes punchlines don't land as hard, writing is not as tight, and scenes aren't as memorable. When you're already fat and happy, sometimes your motivation to make the best thing ever is just servicable at best.

I think Deadpool 2 is an enjoyable movie, but I think it didn't want it as badly as the first movie did because it was already fat, happy, and satisfied from the first film. Thus, I think they didn't try as hard to make it the best movie possible. It's still a good movie, but it can't compete with the first film by any stretch, and I'll explain why. Naturally, spoiler alert.

Overall Grade: B-/C+

Pros:

-Deadpool himself is still funny, even if the change in tone puts a damper on a lot of the enjoyment.

-Domino shines like a freaking diamond. I already like Zazie Beetz from what I saw of her in FX's show Atlanta, so I was jazzed when they announced her for the role. She still blew my expectations out of the water. I had never seen her do a physical role before, and she absolutely sold me. I'd love to see her in sequels and I sure as hell would watch a spin off of her with other female heroes should the Deadpool franchise get to borrow some X-Men in what I pray will someday be a collaborative effort between Fox and Marvel Studios. She's fantastic. She's the black girl magic the world needs to know about, and I'm so happy studios are coming around realizing black women are a massive untapped source of awesome in superhero films. For the longest time, Storm was all we had and she was weaksauce due to poor writing, but we've slowly been seeing more inclusion with the women of Black Panther and Valkyrie from Ragnarok and now Domino. Keep 'em coming, superhero movies. Black women deserve to conquer the genre and usher in other women of color alongside them.

-The X-Men pulling the door shut gag was top notch. Kudos. Even though it raises some seriously weird questions timeline-wise, I howled. That was brilliantly addressed, especially since it's so painfully obvious in the first movie that Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead were all Fox's stingy ass wanted to spare for poor Mr. Pool.

-Dupinder is still fucking adorable and precious and I'm glad he got his moment of glory.

-The Juggernaut getting a second shot was absolutely fantastic. I was trying to guess who it would be and then I saw that helmet and I might as well have done a fucking T-Rex roar in my seat the theater. Juggernaut was done right. He was everything I dreamt he would be ever since that disappointing appearance in X-Men 3. Don't get me wrong--Vinnie Jones had the right attitude, but making him just regular size guy defeats the whole purpose of why he's so unstoppable and terrifying. He literally ripped Deadpool in half. That was awesome, as was his grudge match with Colossus. I loved them going toe to toe with each other. It was staged extremely well. Aside from Domino, Juggernaut vs. Colossus was by far my favorite part of the film.

-Minor point, but I loved Deadpool's reaction to Yukio. He seemed genuinely charmed by her and vice versa and it was fucking adorable.

-The second post credits scene is exactly as good as the hype made it out to be. Oh God. Deadpool shooting Barakapool several times was just...I mean, it was the cherry on top of the sundae. It was so satisfying, as was the joke about shooting himself before he could star in Green Lantern. I love that Ryan Reynolds was so self aware that he severely fucked up his career from pretty much 2011 until 2016 when he finally got Deadpool made. He knew this movie was the only way he'd ever get himself out of that ditch in his career and I think it was a worthy redemption for sure. I also am so relieved they undid Vanessa's death, because that's the second biggest con I have for this movie as you'll see below.

-The Logan reference had me in stitches. It was so wrong, but so damn funny.

-The "blink and you'll miss it" Brad Pitt cameo. Fuck, that was amazing and surprising, thank you.

-The other "blink and you'll miss it" Alan Tudyk cameo. Holy shit, does Disney really like this man. I am so happy to see Wash getting some really great roles over the years. He's doing great.

Cons:

-Stuffing Vanessa in the Fridge. Alright, so technically I shouldn't put this in here because Deadpool fixes it in the end credits, but it pisses me off that they even attempted this stupid fucking trope. I am tired of dead girlfriends and dead wives used for Mangst. Fucking. Stop. It. Women are just as valid as men as characters. Stop killing them just to make the hero turn Super Saiyan. It's possible to still motivate the male motherfuckers without killing the girl and putting them on a revenge spree or depression spiral. It's lazy writing and all of Hollywood needs to move on from this tired ass trope. Vanessa was extremely charming, funny, and likable in the first Deadpool movie and Morena Baccarin is and has always been so wonderful to enjoy on screen in her dramatic and comedic work. I am so pissed off they Fridged her to only be in five minutes of the fucking movie. They shouldn't have even bothered putting her in the damned credits because she was only there for such a short period. If she didn't have time to film the movie, fine, just find another excuse that she's not there. Morena deserved better, dammit.

-Changing the tone of the film franchise from a screwball comedy to an action "movie" with jokes in it. This is the biggest reason I didn't like this movie as much as the first Deadpool movie. The first Deadpool movie is arguably a parody of superhero films. It takes most of the tropes and pokes fun at them in a really great way, but it also still manages to be a legit, streamlined revenge love story. It strikes the exact tone we'd all been craving ever since we heard the Deadpool movie would be greenlit. So why the fuck is the sequel written like an X-Men movie, but with more jokes? I hate the serious tone. I hate Wade moping over Vanessa, I hate the whole "family" bullshit that is spoken with a straightface somehow despite being almost as unearned as that hideous one in Suicide Squad, I hate Cable moping over his dead family, and I hate the "you're not my friend" bullshit between Wade and the incredibly annoying fat kid whose name I refuse to learn because he irritated me so much. Why did they play it all straightfaced? Why was I expected to see a "real story" in a Deadpool movie? The entire reason I like this franchise and haven't seen an X-Men film (not counting Logan) in years is because the X-Men franchise has completely played itself out. It's substandard acting, substandard writing, it doesn't adapt the comics the way it should, and it's just repetitive. All the movies since First Class are the same. The prequel babies are finally going to just end the charade with Dark Phoenix and I think most of the world is relieved because they have nothing creative or new to offer any longer. Deadpool 2 reeks of that same kind of lame writing and execution. There was no reason to switch the format. I pray to God they go back to formula in X-Force or Deadpool 3. I hate this change with a passion.

-The fat kid is annoying as hell. There, I said it. Fight me if you must. He had no sense of self preservation and the movie didn't go into enough detail to make me care about him in spite of how teeth-grindingly stupid and obnoxious he was. He was written like a twelve year old boy writing fanfiction about himself and Deadpool becoming best buds and fighting crime together. No. No, stop that right now. I don't want any part of it. I get the "he's just a kid" thing but the kid is an asshole and even if he's somehow justified, he's a pain in the ass to watch from start to finish. I also think the kid needs some acting lessons, but that's not entirely his fault. I think he probably just wasn't directed all that well, so I can let that slide, but I did notice it during the film.

-I don't care about Cable. Cable and Deadpool are righteous as fuck in the comics. In this movie? No. This is why I was against Josh Brolin being cast. He has no chemistry with Ryan Reynolds. I get that Cable is the Straight Man to Deadpool's Kooky Man, but they don't gel together at all. I never sensed any bonding even though they are setting it up for franchise reasons. He's just not interesting and he plays the role as blandly as he does all his boring ass biopics and other bland roles. Brolin worked much better as Thanos than he did Cable. Thanos had weight and was threatening and even though his reasoning was utter bullshit, at least he was convicted. Brolin's Cable just felt like some stock stoic character thrown in there as the minor antagonist. I still would have much preferred Liam Neeson or Ron Perlman, and yes, I understand both of them are getting up there in years, but we've seen older actors still kick ass and be in shape, so I think they could have done it if they were offered the part. Brolin is still one of the most drab actors I've ever seen and he just doesn't pull the role off, imo.

-The bait and switch with the X-Force team. This is a minor note for me, as I don't have a background with these characters so it's more for people who know these characters elsewhere and were expecting an awesome team up movie but that's not what they got. Are the gruesome deaths kind of funny? Yeah, sure, but it's kind of rude to advertise them that way and they're not in the movie. I just frown on it. It's not a dealbreaker. It was just disappointing in the same way that the Mandarin in Iron Man 3 was disappointing. I expected more and I got a farce instead.

-I don't know if it's for legal reasons, but it drives me crazy that we still didn't get a Wolverine cameo from Hugh Jackman. I mean, we finally got Deadpool--the real one--and I just want him and Ryan to share the screen again because even though Origins was trash, they were magical together.

-Deadpool's last "death" went on way too long. I was checking my watch. They really should have pulled the trigger on that gag. It was exhausting and not very funny to begin with.

-Negasonic Teenage Warhead getting reduced to an extra pissed me off. She was so great in the first movie and she doesn't get to do anything here and it irks the hell out of me.

-Aside from The Juggernaut vs. Colossus, the fight scenes weren't nearly as creative, cinematic, or memorable as the first film. I've already forgotten everything except the JvC fight and the convoy rescue scene. That's a bummer for me.

-The movie just isn't as funny as the first film. It's not the same kind of tight writing with excellent punchlines and ridiculous phrases that made me remember them. It's been a few days and I don't recall any insults or lines that stuck with me. I'll likely be seeing it again for Memorial Day weekend, but I still don't expect I'll remember much from it.

-Nitpick: God, I still want to push T.J. Miller off a bridge. He is not funny and never has been.

-Nitpick: WHY HAS NO ONE MADE A FIREFLY JOKE ABOUT MORENA BACCARIN AFTER TWO FUCKING DEADPOOL MOVIES?! COME ON. DEADPOOL IS ALL ABOUT NERD REFERENCES. GODDAMMIT MENTION FIREFLY YOU FUCKS. (But to be fair, this could also be because Fox is the reason we only got one season and so maybe they were forbidden from doing it. Still. That pisses me the hell off. Especially since Ryan Reynolds and Nathan Fillion (1) have both played the Green Lantern and (2) were on a sitcom with each other for years. Inexcusable.)

I'm sorry it sounds like I'm shitting on the movie. Really, it's enjoyable. I just think that maybe the first movie set the bar so high I can't help but feel frustrated by the sequel not trying as hard. Based on the online reactions, I'm on my own so...take that as you will, friends. Kyo out.

#Deadpool #Deadpool 2 #Wade Wilson #Cable and Deadpool #movie review #film review #Ryan Reynolds #Morena Baccarin #Josh Brolin #Zazie Beetz #spoiler alert #spoilers

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phinniasart · 8 years ago

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12, 15, 19, 20, 23, 24, 30 :>

12. Is it okay for people to ask you about your process?

Of course! Though I usually have no way of recording that- but if people were interested in the process of my sketches, artworks and so on, I would make sure to snap a few photos or screenshots here and there!

15. How long does an average piece take you to complete?It depends, a full colored drawing/painting can take me several hours to days,while elaborate sketches range from 30-45 minutes (Like for the Queen drawing I posted recently) to two full days (like the drawing of my oc Vikjanvall’s room).

19. What is the most difficult thing for you to draw?

Facial proportions, legs, arms, and butts. orz That’s a lot of things, but I need to practice those more because every time I draw them I notice that things don’t go 100% fluid. orz

20. What is the easiest thing for you to draw? (copy pasted from another answer)I’d say it’s hair and plump lips. XD Hair because I find ease in drawing flowey lines, and plump lips because they are very pleasing to the eye, especially when colored! And they also follow very simple principles, which makes them a simple things for me to do every now and then. XD

23. Do you draw more fanart, or more original art?

I used to draw a ton of fanart, but by now I think it has changed- most of my art/sketches is/are original, though I still love drawing fanart- I just don’t feel like my fanarts are all that good with my current art process.(so instead of ruining good characters, I ruin my ocs /shot)

24. Do you feel jealous when you see other people’s art, or inspired? (Be honest!)

Inspired! I used to be a very jealous person in regards to art when I was younger, but today, and after plenty of videos and self-gained knowledge, all I can think when I see an awesome artwork is “holy shit, they must have worked so hard on art to do this, I am so proud of them. I hope I can play on their level someday, and I will do my best to reach that goal!”

30. What inspires you to not just make art, but to be a better artist?

The several super inspiring artists I watch on youtube, I have to say. Drawing is not the only topic they talk about, but art in general, and I got to pick up a lot of opinions to oppose and to agree with. Those opinions, tips and the knowledge I gained are what causes me to build healthy habits like drawing every day or referencing, and to see some things in a different light than I did before.And I think that at the end of the day, those are the things that make you a better artist.

#lithety

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5hfanfiction · 8 years ago

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Touch My Soul (Hold It Tight) - Chapter 19 - Color You In

A/N: Early update hoes 😈 The title for this chapter comes from Lego House by Ed Sheeran because it’s cute and I love it.

The girls at the table thanked the waiter as he brought them their shots. Ally grabbed one first, raising it up to make a toast.

“Here’s to friends, old and new. May we always be there for each other, because we’re better together!” She yelled as the other girls whooped, downing their shots in one fluid motion.

“Woo!” Dinah shook her head slightly, the burn of the alcohol sliding down her throat, “mama’s getting drunk tonight!”

“Please drink responsibly, Dinah Jane, you know I love you but you go crazy,” Ally spoke honestly.

“Oh please, do we have to remind you of what happened last time, Allysin?” Lauren teased the shorter girl, making Normani and Dinah release a series of “ooh”’s.

“We never speak of Allysin, she comes out when I’m weak,” Ally buried her face in her hands.

“Or when you’ve got four shots in your tiny little body,” Normani jested.

“Wait, how many shots did you say it takes to bring out Allysin?” Camila asked mischievously.

“Usually four, depends on when the last time she drank was,” Dinah answered.

“Oh god I gotta see this, next round is on me then!”

“Is this thing on?” Big Rob spoke into the microphone as he tapped it lightly, causing all conversation to lull as people turned their attention to him. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to KARAOKE!” He announced as everyone erupted into cheers, the loudest being from Dinah of course.

“Now y'all know the rules. You gotta go to my boy over there,” he pointed at a man at the bar, who waved obnoxiously so everyone could see, “to sign up to perform. And once you’re up here, you’re on your own. No complaining if you get booed or laughed off the stage, you made the choice to come up here so own it,” he stated as everyone laughed and clapped.

“First up to kick the night off is the one, the only, NORMANI KORDEI!”

The room was filled with cheers again as Normani stood up, bowing dramatically, and walked up to the stage. “Thanks Big Rob, you always know how to make a girl feel special,” she giggled into the microphone. “Hit it boys.”

Normani sung an absolutely flawless cover of Fake Love by Drake, sliding in a few lyrics to Sneakin’ in as well. Everyone was cheering so loudly it was almost deafening. She gave the crowd an award-winning smile as she thanked everyone and walked off stage.

“What the shit, Normani, I didn’t know you were such an amazing singer!” Camila exclaimed.

“Thanks Mila, I’m glad you liked it!” Normani said appreciatively as she downed another shot.

Lauren watched as another person went on stage, a boy this time. “Hi my name is Brad and I’m gonna be singing Work From Home by Fifth Harmony,” the boy spoke with a british accent. Everyone in the room began mumbling about his song choice, skeptical if he could pull it off. Apparently he didn’t think he could either, since his voice cracked on the first note.

Needless to say, he barely got to finish the song. Lauren spent the entire time watching him wondering where his lips were, while Camila was sitting next to her painfully feeling the effects of secondhand embarrassment. Dinah and Normani were laughing a little too loudly at his pubescent voice and Ally was throwing back shots like she throws her hands up to God.

A few more people and groups went up, some doing incredibly well. A petite girl named Ariana went up to the stage, obviously nervous, and absolutely destroyed her cover of I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston. The girls were extremely impressed because they didn’t know such a small girl could have such killer pipes. When she sang the highest note without a single flaw, Lauren and Dinah were the first ones to stand up, whooping and hollering for the girl. “Shout out to that table of crazy girls in the back, y'all have my heart now,” Ariana had giggled into the microphone when she finished, Dinah yelling back, “WE GOT YOU BOO!”

Lauren, Dinah, and Normani went up onto the stage as a trio and smashed a cover of Say My Name by Destiny’s Child, with perfect harmonies and all. Ally told Camila as they watched that she calls the three of them the holy trinity when they sing, because their voices are so perfectly blended and the three of them together are incredibly appealing to the eye. Camila couldn’t help but agree as she felt herself become a little hot and bothered watching her girlfriend sing and dance.

“Okay next up is my girl Lauren’s boo thang, Camila Cabello!” Big Rob shouted as Camila stood up and timidly walked up to the stage, grabbing the guitar the stagehand held out for her. She sat on the stool and adjusted the microphone for the change in height and hoped it would help calm her nerves.

“Hey guys, I’m Camila. I’ve never sang or played guitar in front of anyone ever so please don’t hate me,” she giggled as Lauren yelled, “YOU GOT THIS BABY!”

“This song is for that crazy girl screaming in the back, I love you beautiful!” Camila spoke with a bright smile on her face. She was incredibly thankful that no one could tell how hard her heart was pounding as she positioned her fingers at the neck of the guitar and began playing.

“I’m gonna pick up the pieces and build a lego house

If things go wrong we can knock it down

My three words have two meanings, but there’s one thing on my mind

It’s all for you,”

Lauren was absolutely speechless as she watched her girlfriend sing. Her voice was so unique and incredible and she couldn’t believe how well she could play that guitar (she was also lowkey thinking about what else those fingers could do but that’s irrelevant).

Everyone in the audience started pulling out their phone flashlights, lighters, anything they could as they swayed them side to side and watched her sing through the song. Camila was projecting so much emotion into the song that Lauren couldn’t help but tear up as she remembered this song was dedicated to her from the one she loves.

“I’m out of touch, I’m out of love

I’ll pick you up when you’re getting down

And out of all these things I’ve done

I will love you better now.”

As Camila finished with a small smile, everyone in the room stood up, screaming and shouting loudly for the Latina on stage. Lauren couldn’t help it as she ran up to the stage, picked up her girlfriend and twirled her around in a circle before bringing her in for a passionate kiss, making the entire crowd cry out in another round of cheers. Flashes of cameras from every angle captured the beautiful moment as Lauren kissed her with all the love she could muster, smiling into the kiss.

“You’re so amazing, baby. Thank you for singing that for me,” Lauren said breathlessly, Camila barely able to hear her over the crowd. Lauren turned and grabbed the microphone, “I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND!”

The crowd began screaming again, Lauren and Camila faintly hearing, “FUCK YEAH CAMREN I LOVE YOU HOES” from the back of the room. Lauren grabbed Camila and brought her in for another kiss.

“I love you so much, baby,” Lauren smiled, making Camila smile just as wide.

“I love you too.”

A/N: Thank you guys for reading I love you all so so much! I WOKE UP TO OVER 1,000 VOTES AND ACTUALLY WROTE MOST OF THIS LAST NIGHT SO HAVE AN EARLY UPDATE FOR BEING SO AWESOME!

Y'all are so cute and precious I love when you guys message me and leave comments it makes me feel so special and happy 😊😊

I love every single one of you and remember that good things come to those who wait ❤️

-Katie

(As always, you can read my story on wattpad here)

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