#anyway I'm done I'll shut up now lmao

[iholli]

watching the Mario movie again reminded me just. how much raw mad respect I have for Nintendo's portrayal of Peach in the movie.

I've never been a Peach fan, in the games she's always been annoying and helpless and girly. And I went into the movie expecting the exact opposite, even worse-- the inexplicably already perfect insufferable bitchy girlboss who exists to belittle the male characters because "everything you can do I can do better." It's no secret I hate that female character troupe. And I went into the movie like, I'm going to hate Peach, she's going to make me roll my eyes every time she's on screen.

But she didn't.

Nintendo perfectly walked the extremely thin line between powerful and insufferable. She's feminine, but not annoying. Yeah, Peach is a girlboss, she's in charge, she holds her own, she doesn't really need Mario at all, she did the practice course the first try and she's ready to stick it to Bowser one way or another. But it makes sense for her ["I grew up here"]. She was raised and trained for it almost her entire life before stepping foot onto the course. She's not a bitch, she's commanding, but there's warmth and caring behind it. Her first instinct is to protect her subjects even at the cost of herself ["I'll marry you, just don't hurt my Toads"], but she gives everyone the benefit of the doubt [letting Mario explain himself even though he just broke in to her castle and she just threw him on the floor]. She's not annoying, she's kind and even tries to help Mario feel better about his failure ["now you're just trying to make me feel better." "no! no! ...is it working?" "kinda, yeah"], she gets genuinely excited when he wins battles ["you just don't know when to quit!" "I've never thought of that as a good thing." "That's a GREAT thing!"] even though at any time she could take charge and get her way on her own [she would've gone to the Jungle Kingdom herself even if Mario hadn't shown up, she obviously had a plan to win Cranky Kong over]. She doesn't need anyone to do things for her, but she's willing to let them. Because she sees that they can do it, too, and she's trusting them and encouraging that the whole time.

And that's a character troupe I can get behind.

[verstarppen]

omfg i love your fics they’re so funny 😭😭 i had an idea for a max fic that i think you would do so well 🫶 so like she’s his teammate and she has a bf (no idea who but prob another athlete or something since they tend to kinda be fboys 👀 but not another driver please because those dynamics make me cringe in second hand embarrassment 🙏) then he like cheats on her publicly, but she decides to live in idgafistan and max helps her make her ex jealous 😝 but he’s like actually been into her for a really long time and everyone ships them and stuff and then he bags her with his irresistible chronically offline awkward white boy rizz 💋

summary; cheaters deserve to get cheated out of their career, or at least that's how max justifies destroying your ex's life

pairing; max verstappen x fem! red bull driver! reader [ no faceclaim ]

warnings; suggestive language, swearing

a/n; DISCLAIMER the boyfriend is made up and also a sims 2 reference, if by chance there is a real tennis player by the name of Dominic Lothario im so sorry sir this was not written with you in mind ALSO this is my VERY sneaky way of telling everyone my favorite song is trophäe by paula carolina so naturally i had to shove the word trophy everywhere to justify using lyrics as the title I HOPE I DID YOUR PROMPT JUSTICE also i skipped over singapore because we don't talk about singapore

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maxverstappen1 The only time I've cheated.

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feeltheorange WHAT DID HE SAYYYY

meepshoemaker the double take i just did cracked my neck

yukinator22 NAHHHHHHHHH

albogeant BRO DIDN'T EVEN GIVE HER TIME TO RECOVER LMAOOOOOOOO

ynln7 everyone has permission to laugh i came up with the caption

pierregasly Thank god charles_leclerc I'm going to hell I laughed before I saw your comment pierregasly Me too ynln7 assholes (affectionately)

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ynln7 anyway

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christianhorner This is not the team bonding I was talking about

charles_leclerc Shut up, some of us have waited years for this pierregasly Seconded danielricciardo Third...ed?

simplyclerc LET HIM COOK

lionkingseb max verstapprizz

mcmango he saw an opportunity and he took it

redbullpapaya i manifested this with magic beyond the human comprehension

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redbullracing An immaculate performance today from @ maxvestappen1 and @ ynln7 that’s a 6th Constructors’ Championship for the team!! 🏆 CONGRATULATIONS, WORLD CHAMPIONS!!

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super_max they know they ate

staraikkonen the blueprint for all powercouples

shadownorris LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

angelricciardo talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference

dominic_lothario 👎

redbullracing Shouldn't you be looking for a job? What are you doing in our comments.

kirbyvettel MAXY/N SWEEP

maxverstappen1 The trophy is not my only win this week @ ynln7

ynln7 ok now let me pass you maxverstappen1 No 🧡 You're pretty in p2

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ynln7 celebrating the win the RIGHT way (playing f1 2023)

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easportsf1 Amen

ynln7 LMAO

maxverstappen1 I let you win

ynln7 bruised ego alert

christianhorner Such a RESPONSIBLE team, aren't we?

orangleclerc THE T-SHIRT

strawberryrosberg Did they turn down the afterparty invite for this because mad respect

charles_leclerc Tell me your record, I'll beat it

ynln7 in your dreams, leclerc maxverstappen1 Beat us in real life first charles_leclerc First of all.

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[toxicyeuriii]

Hello friend, may I humbly request, pretty please, a boothill×reader fic? The condiments matter not, for I need sustenance, food to feed myself. Please, oh great weaver of words, make me a tapestry of delectables, all in the image of our beloved boothill.

Hello anon! Thanks for the ask >///< first time writing for a hsr character and tbh I was bluffed with how the fic was gonna be but eventually I thought of something! I was going for a sorta fluff type, though you can interpret the type lmao. But honestly Boothill is such a fun character to read/write! Thanks again for the ask! I hope you aren't hungry after the fic ^^

Before you start reading though, reader is gender neutral and works as like a hardcore hacker/mechanic kinda (silver wolf and vill-v inspired) but honestly the hacker part isnt that noticable, you and boothill are in a relationship (ofc) and he calls you darlin and sugarplum.

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"And then that son of a nice lady came up to me and went pow-pow!"

Boothill exclaimed while you were working on a commission. The commission in mind was a gun repair for guess who? Boothill. His gun got knocked out of his hands during a bounty and got broken on the slide and muzzle, which is being a pain in the ass for you.

"Mhm...."

You said while getting a screwdriver and unscrewing some of the screws that are on the gun.

Boothill apparently thinks that he needs to explain how his gun got damaged, which he doesnt honestly. Though you dont say anything, it's better than silence if you're being honest. And, you know he wont shut up anyways.

"And then when I went to grab my gun, an' then that lil' shirt bag shot the gun outa my dang hand! Ha! But lil' did he know my other hand was a gun too"

"Wait so your gun was shot out of your hand?"

"Yeah, anyways I turned in that mother forker, hehe"

"Huh... Is your hand okay? Do I also have to fix that?"

You said with a little scoff.

"Bingo!"

He said while shooting a finger gun at you.

"You're paying me"

"Wait huh?, but darlin' seriously?"

"Well you shouldn't had been a idiot!"

You said while turning to stare at him, he looked baffled. He was getting a free gun repair while he got to just chill out on the workshops couch.

"Well I thought that you were gonna like, include it was gonna be free, sugarplum"

Sometimes you think he doesnt common sense. Which makes sense, no way you're going to give out a free gun repair to him because you felt nice and hes your boyfriend....

"Yeah well, you can give me some credits, thats the least you owe me"

You said with a little smile, you also like messing with him. You dont have a good poker face to he honest...

He crosses his arms and lays back.

"Fine, whatever"

He was silent for a moment.

"Also quit that smirkin' "

He also said with a little smile, to to which he just covered up with his hat.

You also couldn't keep your 'annoyed' facade up, which you just started to chuckle.

"Stop acting like you aren't! Heh"

"Nuh uh, you seein' things darlin"

"Mhm, sure"

After a little silence his gun was finally done, which you took off your goggles to inspect further, and in your eyes it looked brand spankin new.

"Your gun is donee~"

"Finally, ha. With other mechanics it'd prolly take forever, good thing my sugarplum is the best"

He said while sitting up and coming behind you, while putting his arm over your shoulder.

"Thanks, darlin' "

"Yeah yeah, get on that table, gotta fix your hand now"

You said while getting up and pushing him over to the fixing table, it was mainly for him incase he needed a charge or a fix up. You put back on your goggles and then accessed the damage on his hand.

"Doesnt look too bad"

You said while getting the blowtorch.

"I'll just melt it and mold it back in its shape, good thing the bullet didnt go to deep and into your wires"

You said while also getting some metal scraps from the junk drawer.

"Make sure not to mess up my arm any more, darlin' "

"Trust meee, you know I'm good at what I do!"

"True, do ya thang"

With that you began to get to work, surprisingly it was easier to fix than that gun, which now, that gun is your number one enemy to fix. Though it did save you alot whenever you tagged along boothill in his bounty hunting, you occasionally did to get some data and neat stuff from whoever's yall were hunting for. Sometimes boothill would ask you to hack into security systems for he can get in there without any extra work, but mainly whenever he was feeling lazy.

After some melting and molding, his arm was like new.

"Done"

You said while rolling your chair around to where you put your blowtorch at. You sat up and stretched while taking off your goggles.

"Awe, ya such a sweetheart"

He said while standing up and stretching his metal limbs.

"Dontcha worry, I'll give ya those credits soon sugarplum"

"You better, 'sugarplum' "

"Hey!, that's my nickname for ya"

You chuckle while he comes up to you and ruffle your already messy hair.

"Yeah, sureeee"

He chuckles a little also while bowing his hat.

"Well i gotta get goin' see ya?"

"See you, dont get anything broken again.."

You teased while he hugged you goodbye and talking his departure.

"No promises!"

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Hope you all liked the fic! First time writing him so it might not be in character much, if not then sorry! Anyways have a good day and bye! ^^

[sanjifucker42069]

An Honest Mistake

Sanji x Reader

I am such a slut for character A catches character B partially or fully unclothed by accident.

Also I don't hate Zoro, I just wanted to write him in a way that was concurrent with Sanji's little bitch attitude. This is 100% written with anime Sanji in mind, love that pathetic wet cat of a man

Bro this turned into something...Reader is MEAN in this lmao, but tbh I really don't blame her.

Warnings: fem!reader, walking in on accident, mean!reader, sub!sanji, bro I would call this dubcon...Sanji reciprocates tho, unprotected p in v (bro, safe sex)

Word Count: 2,600-ish

The sun was high in the sky, the birds were singing, and the Going Merry was moving languidly through the sea. What a perfect day.

Sanji had to piss. The blonde pacing back and forth before the bathroom door.

"Zoro, fuck this I'm coming in."  Sanji threatened, banging repeatedly on the door.

The mosshead snapped back at him through the thick wood, voice hindered by the barrier. "Wanna see my dick that bad, shitty waiter?" 

Sanji bristled with anger, kicking the door. If he was lucky, Zoro would startle, slip in the shower, and break his neck. While the idea was lovely, he wouldn't let that asshole have the last word. "No one wants to see that carrot stick excuse for a dick. I have to piss. I'll be back in five minutes, if you aren't done, I don't care, I'm coming in."

He stalked off before the swordsman could snark back. Sanji felt antsy, he had to piss bad. Curse that green-haired bastard, of course he'd be taking the world's longest shower. He could probably fucking drain all of the East Blue with how long he's taking, Sanji thought bitterly.

What Sanji failed to notice in his stewing, was how Zoro had promptly finished his shower, muttering as he left the bathroom, towel low on his hip.

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You practically moaned with relief as the hot water cascaded down your naked body. After an early morning of small repairs to the ship, you were sweaty and sore. You smiled in relief, massaging shampoo into your scalp. Gods this was perfection. It seemed showering was the only time you got by yourself on this ship. You washed your body, happily lathering yourself in a particularly pleasant soap you'd picked up at the last island. You began humming to yourself, really working the lather in.

After truly savouring the experience, you were done. You turned the water off, shivering from the lack of hot water. You pulled the flimsy curtain back, stretching out to grab your towel. You didn't even know why you bothered with the curtain, it was practically transparent. The towel rod was just out of reach. Fuck, who decided to put the towel rack so far out of the way anyway? 

BANG! 

You froze in fear. An angry voice ringing through the door. Was that Sanji? What the fuck?

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When Sanji circled back, he could still hear the water running. He growled in anger. Now Zoro was just taking the piss. He rapped at the door as a courtesy. No answer. Oh now this asshole was just mocking him. 

He heard the water shut off. He kicked the door, trying to provoke a response. When no answer rewarded him, he got serious. Fine, he smirked, formulating a plan. Sanji would teach him to stop being such an asshole. He'd drag the swordsman out of that bathroom himself. 

Steeling his resolve, he flung the door open, stalking into the bathroom, steam caressing his face. He began lecturing, pointing for emphasis.

"Now listen here you bastard, I told you I'd come in here and now I'm gonna kick you out my-"

That was not Zoro.

Sanji froze as he took in your nude body, soaking wet. He could see your heaving breasts, nipples hard from the cold air. He felt his heart stop. You squealed, slapping a hand over your privates before he could see, catching only a glimpse of the patch of hair covering you. The action pushed your breasts together. Sanji wanted to move, really he did, but he felt frozen by the view.  With your other hand you desperately tried to cover your body with the shower curtain. Realistically, it did nothing. Sanji's mouth going dry at the sight. He tried to tear his eyes away from your nude form, but it was mesmerising him. You said something, but Sanji couldn't hear you over the sound of his heart pumping, blood rushing to his cock. 

"Can you at least close the fucking door you creep?"

Oh. Fuck. The door was still open. Dumbly, Sanji turned around and shut the door. You groaned. Sanji throbbed.

"I was kind of hoping you'd LEAVE."

That seemed to snap him out of it. 

"I am so sorry." He apologised loudly, he heard you scoff behind him. "No, really, I'm sorry!"

"If you're so sorry, get the fuck out." You spat. He felt his cock throb at your harsh tone.

"I can't." He hated how small his voice sounded. "I can't move right now."

You growled. As if he could feel the vibrations himself, Sanji bit back a moan. "Fine! I'm going to grab my towel. If you peek, I will fucking kill you."

He heard shuffling behind him. He stiffened. Eyes forward, eyes forward, he repeated like a mantra. His eyes traced the grain of the word. Anything to take his mind off the fact that you were naked, dripping wet, and within arm's reach. His eyes spied your clothing to his right, just folded on the toilet seat, waiting to be changed into. He gulped.

"Fine." You huffed. "I'm decent. Mind telling me why the fuck you burst in here?" 

"Uh, I- Well-" Sanji stuttered. He heard you tsk at him. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Sanji."

Sanji froze. "I-I can't do that (name)."

"I don't care how fucking hard you are you pervert. Look at me when you're speaking to me."

Sanji whimpered. Absolutely mortified, he clasped his hands together, covering his erection from your view. Even now he was throbbing from the humiliation. With a whine, he turned to face you.

Oh. You looked pissed. Breathtakingly gorgeous, but pissed. He tried desperately to keep his eyes on your face. You quirked a brow at him, arms crossed over your chest, both to keep your towel close to you, and to express your disappointment. Sanji shuddered.

"I'll ask you again. Why did you think it was acceptable to burst in on a woman bathing?"

He cringed. "I- You see- Zoro."

"Oh you were planning to catch Zoro showering, I see now." You snarked. Gods, did you have any idea how hot you were when you were mean? Sanji took a deep breath.

"I had to go. Zoro had been in the shower for ages. When I came back and the shower was still going...I thought it was still him."

"You must have had to go bad. Poor baby." You mused. "Go on then."

"What?!" 

"Go on, if you have to piss so bad, go now. The toilet's free after all."

Sanji flushed a dark red. "I-I can't."

"Guess you didn't have to go so bad then?"

Sanji felt tears prick his eyes. He understood you were upset, but this was just too much. And yet.... that perverted part of his brain was screaming out at the treatment, begging you for something, anything.

"I can't!" He whined dropped his eyes to the floor, voice becoming a whisper. "I'm too hard."

He heard you sigh. There was no way Sanji could ever meet your eyes now. "You're lucky you're cute."

Sanji short circuited.

"What?"

You laughed, he dared to look at you, seeing you regarding him with lidded eyes and a lopsided grin. "I said you're lucky you're cute. If you were anyone else I'd have kicked your ass."

"You're not mad?"

"Honey." You stalled for emphasis, grin unwavering. "I am fucking furious. However, I believe you. It seems like something you'd do. Alright...Show me then."

Sanji flushed, his ears burning from embarrassment. You clicked your tongue. "You saw mine, only fair I see yours."

He quickly looked at you again, thinking of how he could get out of it. Your grin was still there, but there really was a softness apparent. Wait? Were you enjoying this? You winked at him. 

Oh. Oh he got it now.

Sanji nodded. Removing his hands. You whistled lowly. He still felt embarrassed, but there was that lingering reminder that you were enjoying this just as he was. His hand fiddled with the fastening, the drag of the zipper leaving him hissing. He pushed his trousers to pool at his ankles. Sanji faltered, but one look into how hungrily your eyes devoured him, he continued. His cock was evident through his underwear, the hard bulge standing proudly. He blushed.

Hooking his thumbs into his waistband, dragging the underwear down slowly, just in case he needed to back out quickly. His cock caught on the fabric, but with a bit of resistance the fabric slipped, tucking under his balls. His cock slapped lewdly against his stomach, the noise reverberating through the small room. Sanji cringed at the sound. But you, you honest to gods moaned. He tampered down the humiliation, further pushing the underwear down to meet his pants.

It took buckets of courage, but he flicked his eyes up to meet yours, gasping at what he saw. You were biting your lip, staring at his cock hungrily. 

"Want me to help you Sanji?"

Sanji didn't think he could respond faster, whining out a hurried "Please." 

"Get on the toilet seat then."

Sanji looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes. 

"I just had a hot shower, I'm not standing up to fuck you. Sit down please."

Sanji squeaked at your vulgarity, moving quickly to get in position. He kicked himself out of the pooled fabric. He moved your clothing to rest on the bathroom cabinet. 

The toilet lid was cold. Incredibly cold on his balls, and he shivered. You laughed sincerely. 

"Your jacket and shirt, Sanji."

Oh! Right. He'd forgotten about that. At a speed that honestly made you giggle, he divulged his jacket. Fingers nimbly undoing his shirt. As he reached for his tie, you stopped him. 

"Uh uh. That stays on." Sanji whimpered. 

Once he was naked, save for his shoes, socks, and tie, you whistled appreciatively. He felt mortified at the realisation his shoes were still on, somehow making him feel more naked. He met your lust-filled eyes.

"Well don't you look good enough to eat handsome. Hope you don't mind if I take a seat?"

You dropped the towel, momentarily stunning the man. Sanji's eyes darted around, evident he was trying to commit you to memory. You laughed. Once you reached him, your leant down, gripping his knees with your hands. Sanji's eyes scrunched shut at the feeling of you touching him, his cock jumping appreciatively. Perversely, you spread Sanji's thighs, relishing in his undignified squeal. Sanji opened his eyes, seeing you spit in your hand, wicked eyes meeting his. 

Sanji let out a cry of relief when your hand wrapped around his cock, spreading thick precum down his shaft. You squeezed him, grinning when he whined. You pumped him a few times before removing your hand, leaving the blonde to whimper and plead. He shut up when you hovered over his lap, fingers playing with his tie.

"Here we go. Time to reward you for being such a good boy."

You lined him up with your entrance, his tip just touching. He stopped you.

"W-wait! What about you?"

You laughed, eyes sparkling. "Sanji I am soaked. You don't realise just how sexy you look right now."

With a moan you sunk down on the man. His girth stretched you deliciously. Unceremoniously, you bottomed out. Sanji whined, trying desperately to keep his hips still. After a few seconds of adjusting you began a hurried pace. Sanji would have doubled over from the speed were you not holding him up. His eyes rolled back. Gods, the way your tits dragged along his chest, or the way your cunt squeezed him deliciously. Fuck, he was delirious with pleasure. 

He tried to keep quiet, really he did. But the way you were fucking him, clearly in charge, was killing him. Moans tumbled from his mouth. You laughed, pulling him into a wet kiss. You swallowed his moans, picking up your pace. The wet slapping that reverberated throughout the bathroom should embarrass the both of you, and yet you two were too lost in pleasure to care. You groaned into his mouth, retreating you tongue to suck his bottom lip into your mouth.

One hand snuck up to grab his tie, fisting it in your hand and pulling it tight. Sanji broke your kiss to whine keenly, before diving back in. You pulled back, leaning down to suck at his neck. Sanji squealed, hips stuttering. 

Oh. He was close.

Your grip on his tie never faulted, instead you pulled harder, yanking him so your lips met his ear.

"Cum for me pretty boy, cum like the dirty pervert you are."

Sanji's hands clamped on your hips so hard it left marks. He began rutting up into you ruthlessly, pride swelling in him at the delicious moan you made. You whined, kissing him below the ear.

"Fuck I'm so close. C'mon baby, cum in me, want it bad."

Sanji's vision exploded into white, his voice raising embarrassingly high as he came. Watching the way his face scrunched up sent you over the edge, and he felt you clench around him like you'd never let him go. The two of you rode through your orgasms, kissing each other hungrily.

The two of you came down from your highs, panting wildly, and staring into each other's eyes.

You caught your breath, as Sanji caught his. Sanji was flushed, sweat coating him. You on the other hand were blushing a bright red, shyness setting in.

"Was that okay?" You asked. Sanji laughed, crushing you against him, burying his face in your chest. You laughed.

"Perfect." He mumbled from his hiding place. Sanji stared up at you. "Sorry for bursting in on you."

You smiled down at him, expression filled with love. "Nah, m'glad it was you. Sorry for using your humiliation kink against you."

Sanji whined. "I do not have a humiliation kink."

"With what I just saw? I beg to differ." You played with his tie, eyes soft. "Love you, you big softie."

"And I love you, my sexy dominatrix." 

You laughed, pulling the blonde in for another kiss. "Really do love you. Please don't think I hate you, or that I meant that stuff...well, maybe I meant it a little. I...you're capable of being treated softly Sanji, and I do intend to do just that. Even if you do make me want to throttle you sometimes.."

Fuck he was grateful he had burst in on you, if he could get you treating him like that one minute, and this soft the next.

With a combined groan you pulled yourself off him. Sanji cringing at his soft cock dragging through your walls. You began cleaning him up with your towel, cleaning yourself as you went. Sanji raised a brow. 

"Gotta wash it anyway. Now get dressed and get out. I'll get dressed and leave later. Don't want anyone to be suspicious." You paused. "Well, anyone who didn't hear you."

Sanji laughed. Fuck, he guessed he really did love you. You gestured with your hands for him to shoo, swatting lightly at his ass he gathered his clothes. Perhaps he wouldn't knock next time either. He stiffened, causing you to regard him with a raised brow.

"You okay sweetheart?"

"I still have to piss."

[misc-obeyme]

for the 1k event, nsfw #6 with Levi? 🧡

Hi, Steph!!

Okayyyy I love Levi lol. Did I put a prompt about jealousy on the list on purpose? No, I never do that kind of thing! I definitely haven't been known to do it before! (I have done it before and I will do it again lol.)

Anyway, I hope this turned out okay, I had fun writing it!

Thank you for participating!

1,000 Followers Event!

GN!MC x Leviathan with prompt "Were you jealous?"

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: jealousy (of course), oral (male receiving), tailfucking (reader receiving), I think that's it but please tell me if I should add something here

Most of the time, Leviathan was the one that was getting jealous, but every once in a while the tables would turn on you.

You had gone to his room after class to find him sitting at his computer, attentively watching a demon gaming stream. You didn't think too much about this as it was a regular past time for him when he wasn't gaming himself.

Levi didn't look away as you came in, leaning against his computer chair to watch the screen with him for a moment.

You couldn't help but notice the demon who was streaming was a popular succubus that was considered throughout RAD to be the most beautiful gamer demon. A lot of people watched her streams and it was something people talked about a lot.

This might not have been a big deal considering how Levi always watched popular streamers, but there was something about this particular streamer that caused your chest to tighten.

This demon attended school with you and while Levi often didn't go to school at all, when he was there, you had noticed the way the succubus came onto him. You suspected it had to do with the fact that he was one of the Seven Lords of the Underworld and likely she was hoping for some extra clout for her channel. You didn't like it and every time you saw her, you couldn't help but glare her down.

So now, to see Levi actually spending his time watching her, you felt that slight smolder of anger bubbling under your surface.

You huffed. "Don't you have anything better to do than watch this loser stream?"

Levi blinked and looked up at you, the surprise evident on his face. "You think she's a loser?" he asked. He gestured back at the screen. "She has millions of viewers!"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not impressed."

"Wow, MC," he said. "What would a streamer have to do to impress you, then? LMAO!"

You shrugged and walked back toward his door. "Well, if you're busy watching her, then I guess I'll go find something else to do."

Levi immediately stood up from his desk. "W-wait, MC! Don't leave! You came to game with me, right?"

You paused at the door and looked back at him. "I mean, I did, but if you're busy…"

"I'm not busy!" Levi declared, shutting off his computer and then waving at the blank screen. "See?"

You turned back around. "Well… okay."

Levi scrambled over to you, but then he paused, looking into your eyes. "Hang on," he said. "Were you jealous?"

You frowned, looking away as you felt the heat climbing up your cheeks. "No."

Levi shook his head. "You were!"

"No, I wasn't!" you insisted, folding your arms.

Levi didn't seem to know what to do at this point. He hovered around you uncertainly, like he wanted to reassure you, but wasn't sure how. "Y-you don't need to get jealous over a gross otaku like me," he finally said.

You were already irritated by the whole situation, but hearing him say something degrading about himself pushed you over the edge. You looked at him furiously, which clearly made him nervous. Then you grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him.

Levi's arms whirled a bit cartoonishly in his surprise as you practically knocked him off balance. But after a moment, he melted against you. As your kiss became a little more heated, nipping at his lower lip, stepping in so your body was flush against his, he couldn't stop himself from putting his arms around you and opening his mouth for you.

You broke off for a moment to look into his eyes and say, "Okay. I was jealous. And yeah, I was jealous over you. So what? That succubus just isn't worth your time."

Levi seemed dumbfounded by this, but you felt the way his erection stirred against your thigh. He was so turned on by the fact that you were acting jealous, that you were saying these things to him, he couldn't even hope to hide it.

You reached down and stroked him through his pants, making him moan and whimper. He was blushing profusely now, embarrassed at the way he was reacting to your jealousy. He covered his face with an arm and you let him, sinking to your knees and pulling on the waistband of his pants.

It wasn't long before you had his cock in your mouth, causing his whimpers to increase significantly. You swirled your tongue around his tip, looking up to see him still covering his face as he put his other hand into your hair.

When you could taste the salt of precum, you stopped. The whine that came out of Levi almost made you laugh. Instead you stood up and kissed him again.

Levi was desperate now, his neediness evident in the way he grabbed you. His hands were all over you, tugging on your clothes.

You continued to kiss him, your own hands back on his cheeks. His erection was straining between you and he whined into your lips. You knew he had really lost control when you felt his tail wrap around your leg.

You felt the tip of his tail snake into your pants, creeping ever closer to the heat between your own legs. Your arousal was evident, too, and you gasped as his tail found its way inside you.

Your gasp broke off the kiss. You looked at Levi, his eyes shut tight, his face completely red, his hands on your hips, and his cock erect and leaking. He was biting his lip now, as if trying to prevent himself from making noise.

But it was like his tail had a mind of its own as it suddenly began to pump in and out of you. You moaned at the feeling, grabbing onto Levi's shoulders to steady yourself as your knees went weak.

"Ah, Levi," you gasped out, leaning against him, letting him hold you up with his arms around your back.

Levi took several stumbling steps backwards, pulling you along with him. And then you found yourself on top of him in his tub, flush against him, his tail never stopping its ministrations.

Your legs were spread, falling naturally in that position as Levi's hands pushed down your pants, giving his tail more freedom to move. He kept his hands on your ass, pushing his face into your neck to cover his blush.

You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as his tail increased its pace. The feeling of it was amazing, the scales creating a sensation unlike anything else you'd ever felt. It was pulling the pleasure through your body, spiking up into your gut with every thrust.

One of Levi's hands reached between your bodies to give attention to the throbbing area between your legs. You had to bite back a scream at the burst of sweetness that exploded into your body. You groaned against him, reaching your own hand down to stroke his cock.

Levi was whimpering your name continually, unable to be quiet as you pumped his cock with the same rhythm that his tail was thrusting into you. Your own cries increased in volume as you felt yourself reaching your climax, finally crying out Levi's name as you came hard.

Hearing you cry his name so sweetly was more than enough to bring Levi to his climax, too. He made incoherent sounds as white ropes of his cum shot out over his chest, staining the shirt he was wearing.

You sat up, legs tangled with his, pants half off, and looked down at the beautiful blush on his face, the look of utter bliss he gave you as he stared up at you.

Then you looked at the mess on his shirt and cringed. "Sorry about your shirt," you said, still breathing heavily.

Levi sat up just enough to pull the shirt off over his head, flinging it to the floor outside the tub. Then he pulled you down onto him so he could hold you, cuddling you close.

"You know you're the only one I care about, right, MC?" he said, face pressed against the top of your head.

You smiled, wrapping your own arms around him. "Yeah," you said. "I know."

You would end up spending the rest of the night in Levi's tub, happily sleeping in his arms, the gaming you had come to do with him completely forgotten. Neither of you ever spoke about the streaming succubus again, but you couldn't help noticing that you never saw Levi watching her streams anymore.

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[idyllic-affections]

we'll meet again.

summary. ""I'm sure we'll meet again, but for now… goodbye, [Name]."" trigger & content warnings. major character death (the reader), mild blood. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. angst, hurt/no comfort. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. this is an expansion of these headcanons. while this oneshot could be read as a standalone, it makes slightly more sense with the background context. also i think this oneshot only really makes sense if youve read the demon slayer manga; you wont understand the fight scene if you havent. anyway i have NO excuse for this. im so sorry (no im not LMAO)

       "Tokito, move!"

       Perhaps it was the urgency in their tone, or perhaps it was the evident desire to protect a young life that they deemed unsettlingly evanescent, yet Muichiro obeyed with no hesitation. Perhaps it was simply the trust and respect he held for his mentor.

       Regardless, he moved.

       The second he released the hilt of his blade, they clasped it, pushing the boy further away with all their might. Though they may have missed it, Muichiro grimaced from the utter force they exerted against his core and stumbled slightly when attempting to regain his balance.

       ...

       He hadn't sparred with them in quite a long time. He'd forgotten the kind of power that they could demonstrate.

       Though the blade had been red before when clutched in the Mist Hashira's hand, it was blazing now, making the Upper Moon suck in a sharp, painful breath. Their glare was steely enough to make even the bravest man falter.

       If Kokushibo was not a demon, perhaps even he would have wavered.

       "You will not harm my Tsuguko."

       Lightning struck their core, tearing and searing the seams of their flesh to reach its sharp nails into their delicate innards. They hardly processed the gaping gash across their torso until the pain came in seconds later, making the floor sway beneath their feet and their vision spin. A glare that was once as sharp as their nichirin blade was now unfocused and hazy.

       Their legs gave out from underneath them.

       Through the pounding of their heart in their ears, they heard a distant, faint cry of their name.

       A moment passed, then another.

       Tender fingers brushed hair that'd stuck to their sweaty, pale face away, caressing their cheek with a trembling hand. "...[Name]-nee?"

       "Ah..." they laughed, choking up a bit of blood in the process, before wincing at the sharp pain that struck their abdomen after. "That's the first time you've called me anything other than [Name]-sama, Mui-kun. It's cute. You should've done it a long time ago."

       "H— wait, hold on, just stay awake a little longer," he urged, hands scrambling to peel away at some of the fabric sticking to their flesh. The boy's pupils were blown wide with panic; that much they could tell, despite their blood-loss induced dilirium. "We'll close your wounds, just... I need..."

       "Hey..." they called weakly, gently pushing his hands away from their wound with what little strength they had left. "Tokito."

       "I just, I- I need to start a fire. We'll cauterize them—"

       "Tokito-kun."

       "—It'll be okay."

       "Mui-kun, please, just stop already! Listen to me!"

       Glossy tears spilled over at the sheer breathless desperation in their voice. Never once had their voice raised in his direction, and perhaps it was a mix of the utter overwhelm of the situation and the shock of hearing them yell (at him, specifically) that pushed him over the edge.

       In the end, Muichiro was still only a child.

       Their chest rose up and down in heavy puffs as they tried to catch their breath, squeezing their eyes shut as the room spun.

       "[Name]-nee... don't go yet. Please, please... not you too..."

       "Shh. I'm still here. Just, ah... just give me your hands. I'll throw up if I open my eyes."

       He was quick in clasping their chilled hands between his own, sharing his body heat and offering what little comfort he possibly could to both himself and his rapidly declining mentor. A deep weight settled in his gut at the realization that he wasn't just in some horrible nightmare—that, once again, someone he adored and loved wholeheartedly was leaving him alone.

       To them, the warmth he radiated was indeed a comforting reassurance. He was warm. Alive.

       "Listen to me. You've gotta kill Muzan for me. This isn't fixable. This couldve been you, laying here in your own blood, you know? You're too young to die here. Too many kids have given their lives already. You had better not die, you hear me? I'll give you hell if you do."

       When he laid down beside them, shedding blistering tears on their shoulder, they caressed his head lovingly with the last of their strength.

       "You had better not die, Muichiro."

              — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       "Hello! It's nice to meet you. I am [Surname] [Name], the Demon Slayer Corps' Cloud Hashira, and I'll be your mentor from here on out."

       The warmth with which they regarded him was... foreign. Despite the nervous smile tugging at their lips, their welcoming warmth was oh-so evident. How could one who had seen so much bloodshed still have eyes that shone comparably to stars?

       Muichiro blinked—once, twice.

       "Okay."

       Awkward silence descended for a brief moment as the boy fidgeted slightly with the bandages wrapped around his body.

       "Oh, uh, right," they stammered, plucking amaranth from their hair. Their hand raised with purposeful delicacy so that, had he so desired, he could withdraw from their gentle touch. He did not. His lack of movement prompted them to tuck the plant behind his ear. "Here."

       "What's this for?"

       "Well, I've never had a Tsuguko before, so I want us to have a good relationship. Some of the other Hashira say gift-giving is a good way to build rapport. Also, I've been thinking about your name."

       "My... name?"

       "Yes. The 'mu' in your given name—it's the same as the 'mu' in 'mugen,' isn't it? The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen.' I like to think so, at least. Amaranth is a symbol of immortality in some countries. It's... it's the closest I could get to infinity," they laughed. "I thought about bringing a lotus instead. Maybe I should have? A lotus would've looked a little nicer. Hmm..."

       The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen.'

       Where...

       Where had he heard that before?

       "You wanted to bring me a lotus that day, [Name]-nee. It was because they symbolise eternity, right?" Muichiro mused in a quiet whisper that would inevitably be lost to the breeze. No-one else was meant to hear, anyway. His words were for no-one but his late mentor; that much was blatantly obvious. "I didn't think you'd ever join this graveyard."

       The rows of graves behind Oyakata-sama's seemed endless, really. Day after day they used to get bigger and bigger as Demon Slayers fell. It was somehow comforting to Muichiro that no-one would ever have to join said rows ever again.

       "You know, lotuses also symbolise rebirth. That's why I brought you one."

       With delicacy so obviously mimicing that which they had once displayed towards him, he laid the flower on their grave, careful not to disturb the dirt too much.

       "I'm sure we'll meet again, but for now... goodbye, [Name]."

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot! for clarity's sake, the line "The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen'" is a reference to what muichiro's brother said before he died.

[velvetdandeli0n]

I Told You Things

Rudy Pankow | Social Media Series

MASTERLIST NAVIGATION: 01

Plot: nepo-baby!singer reader, with a worldwide famous director father, navigates the trials and tribulations of the heart when she meets Rudy, after he's casted in her father's film... what could possibly be less messy than that?

Warnings for Chapter: none

Author's Note: Yn self insert with Calloway as surname. Timings on the edits aren't relevant to the story timeline; all edits are mine please don't take credit or share without giving credit.

Liked by yn.insta, hichasestokes and others variety Elliott Calloway set to direct new film 'The Silent Hour', with Rudy Pankow leading. Rudy will play Jesse Meyer, a young man residing in a small coastal town who's dealing with survivors guilt after an accident at the factory. Alongside him will be Christian Bale (returning to a Calloway project for the first time since 'Echoes of War', 2009), Olivia Cooke, and Carey Mulligan.

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rudynation Yay Rudy getting booked and busy! We'll be seated.

mrsmaybank This is huge, well done Rudy, you're amazing

reeltalk at least it's not a sequel or remake

cinephile Elliott Calloway has never done either. EVER. reeltalk okay... I didn't mean him, I meant in general

Liked by carlaciagrant, drewstarkey and others rudeth Kept this one quiet for long enough! It's an absolute honor to get to work with one of the greatest minds of a generation. My dad used to show me Elliott Calloway films when I was probably too young to watch them... now I'm gonna be in one! It'll sink in soon.

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rudyp4l so proud of you!!!

obx.swell THIS IS NOT A DRILL

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Liked by rachelzegler, ayoedebiri and others yn.insta Ahhh 'Source of My Secrets' has been out for a whole 2 weeks! This album means so much to me, the most therapeutic release. Thank you for the love, for the streams, for the edits (yes I watch them, yes the Spike x Buffy one destroyed me), for the trend that made me sob on my fyp!! You're all magic Xx

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ayoedebiri my favorite nepo baby, congrats xx liked by author

yn.biglove an unskippable album honestly

loser.hater when will you stop writing about the past?

love.yn when will you be let out of your cage? loser.hater damn girl calm down

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DAD Congrats on the 2 weeks, angel!

YOU Thanks dad x

DAD Having the new cast for a dinner party tomorrow night, would be lovely to have you there, if you're free x

YOU Does that make me a cast member? 👀

DAD Haha 🤣 if you really want to

YOU I wouldn't put that horror onto you You saw me in the Hairspray school play

DAD You were only 12!

YOU And I couldn't act, they only gave me a line because my drama teacher loved you

DAD So what I'm hearing is, I created a monster? 🤣

YOU Yes actually!

DAD Your mother says to bring any dirty laundry you want washing to save you wasting water

YOU I'm only coming for 1 night lol

DAD She says she doesn't care, do it anyway

YOU Fiiiiine lol, tell her thank you! I'll arrive around 6pm, that cool?

DAD Perfect x

YOU Train coming into station, I'll grab a taxi

DAD I'm in the parking lot

YOU Thank you, you didn't have to

DAD Your time management is a nightmare, I definitely did Joking xx I just wanted to see you!

YOU Where are you? Ohhh I see you! Take off that damn fedora it's Winter!!!!

AYO How was the dinner?

YOU Girl I'm so fucking drunk rn

AYO Love that for you x

YOU My dad's playing Shithead w Rudy lmao

AYO SHUT UPPP PAHAHA WHOS WINNING

YOU Mr Calloway is straight up cheating Rudy is playing honest to the bone

AYO You talked to him much tonight?

YOU Not like one on one It's more of a group activity yknow

AYO He's cute In your story, I mean...

YOU Don't play matchmaker It's not like that Literally just met him We still on for this Sat. at the Sound Loft?

AYO Yesssss! Paul will definitely be there, just like half an hour late

YOU He getting a night time run in?

AYO Lol no, he's got an audition

YOU Ooooo good luck to him I miss him, I haven't seen him in 3 months

AYO He misses you too

YOU You're so smitten with each other it's adorable I love you so much I'm so happy you found your person

AYO Drunk you is so loving Get some water, baby

YOU Gonna share the event and try get people down bc I need West of Eden to get the hype they deserve!

RUDY Yooooo are you guys up for a live gig this Sat?

[bizarrelittlemew]

Hello, I’ve been unable to watch the NYCC panel but I see everywhere that is was awful and weird?!?! What actually happened ? Could you make a little recap for people like me who didn’t get to see it? Thank you!

I'll try my best ✌️ this is just the impression I got though (and sorry this got long lmao)

it was awkward because they weren't allowed to talk about ofmd, which made the whole thing seem more and more ridiculous as it went on. in addition, they had to do a sort of game where they were asked questions like "who is the most likely to do [x]" and then write a name on a board and reveal it at the same time. this could've been fine for maybe 10 minutes but they had them do it for the whole hour.

the issues with this game were that 1) the questions were very "generic corporate ice breaker questions", 2) they spent a lot of time in silence writing down, and 3) when a question finally did lead to stories or conversation, it was quickly shut down in order to move on to the next boring question and writing in silence.

they could've asked them about non-struck work (Rhys even brought up the books he's written several times and it wasn't followed up on), they could've collected and vetted fan questions beforehand, they could've just let them talk idk, they could've found a more fun game or ditched the boards (one of my fav moments was Rhys saying something like "I have a mic, why do I have to write it down?" honestly this would've made it 25% less boring lmao).

adding to that, there were sound issues meaning that Con and Rhys couldn't hear what was going on a lot of the time. Rhys said it again and again and nothing was done about it.

you could just tell how frustrated they all were and what this panel could have been if not for the shitty studios refusing a fair deal for the actors. I think the cast did what they could, and there were some sweet and funny moments. but it was clear that Rhys was pissed about not being able to talk about what they all wanted to talk about (I felt bad for everyone but especially for him).

they did a whole "ha ha we were all in New Zealand at the same time what a coincidence" thing and Rhys said that (paraphrased) if only they could be paid fairly, they could create something great with all the talent in the room, going off on the studios for a bit. it was honestly a bit of a relief for someone to voice it (to me, it felt like someone had to say something lmao and he did).

in the end they got a question about fantasy worlds. Rhys said he already lived in a fantasy world in his head and it was nice, though this was one of the odder moments. Matt and Nathan basically agreed and said it was all very weird (in different words). Rhys then said fantasy worlds are important because the real world is shit right now and there's no denying it; that in fantasy worlds we can all love each other and use kindness; and it's important to keep creating and believing in them until the real world becomes like that too.

and then he said "goodnight" (= "fuck this shit I'm out"), got up, put on his sunglasses, and started beat-boxing and rapping saying "why can't we talk about the show". their time had run out anyway, he said it had certainly been an experience, that he couldn't hear much of what was going on, and they all thanked the audience and it ended ✌️

anyway this is just my take and I hope SAG-AFTRA get a fair deal soon so the cast can celebrate the show with us like they so clearly want to. I also hope Matthew Maher does more panels after this (it was his first I think!) despite it being such a weird experience because he was great to watch!! anyway they're all happily doing photo ops and autographs now I guess 🤸

(if you want to watch there is a way)

[lil--nuggett]

Hey guys, so if you know Baldur's Gate 3 this is an AU for that with Hardenshipping but it's really fucked up. I will explain why it's fucked up below the cut.

Maxie is a High Half-Elf Warlock (his patron is Groudon), and Archie's a Human Fighter <3

Also I just realized this is the first time you have seen me draw Archie seriously lmao my bad guys I'll try to draw him again soon

I took a ton of inspiration for various things for these designs, including Guile for Archie's armor bc I love Guile sm!!

(More info and our dumb AU lore under here - No BG3 Spoilers I promise <3)

I'm going to tell you this now... this gets really fucking crazy and honest to god I know I'm going to have a hard time explaining this. It WILL be quite long and I WILL be yapping.

This AU is really just something we did on impulse and it's really fun to mess around with, so I'm hoping you all will enjoy the concept as well :)

I'll try to explain it simply as I can. I thank you in advance to all who sit here and read this ily sm if you read it all <3333

Anyways, okay so imagine how one could do a bg3 AU for these two fuckers...

And throw it right out the window because you'll never guess how me and my friend have done it.

The Backstory:

This all started when my friend decided to play BG3 for the first time, and he jokingly said to me "Should I make Maxie our main character??" and I replied "I you want, but I won't force you" and thus BG3 Maxie was created, and his misadventures began.

Now your probably wondering (if you've played the game) what about the guardian?? Who did we make the guardian?? Well, we made Archie the guardian. However, I did not know just how wild this idea would get within the next few days.

So, eventually we realized how crazy the BG3 lore actually is (it's a like fucking DnD campaign idk how we didn't realize this beforehand), and so, we jokingly started our own "AU Lore" that ties in with the BG3 Lore.

If you really want to know, I have an entire note in my notes app dedicated to keeping track of what happens. It is very long.

The Parasite:

Now, if you've played the game or know anything about it, you know about the Mindflayer parasites. Well, one fateful day, me and my friend joked that the Parasite in Maxie's head was this little freak who looks like Archie.

The two have no correlation other than looks, its completely coincidence and it's not a mimic situation. The Parasite "Archie" does nothing but talk nonsense to Maxie all the time, and initially the bit was that he only talked about Fortnite. All because I made the joke that the dream realm in game looked like a fortnite update. By now, that bit has fallen off (thank god), replaced by just general nonsense and lies.

Also he fucking looks like this:

Weird little freak. This is just one of his talk sprites I have, this is just his neutral expression.

So basically it's:

- Maxie was supposed to be on a Geology research trip, but instead he got dragged into the Parasite issue with the rest of the companions. He really just wants to get home to Archie.

I am the one who handles everything for Maxie in this AU, I do his voice, I handle his lore, etc.

- Parasite Archie is this 1 foot tall, neco arc-esque version of Archie that sits on Maxie's shoulder and tells him nonsensical things. He also says Maxie's name wrong, he says Maxie's full first name and pronounces it as "Maximilliam" instead of the "N" at the end. For Maxie it's like handling a toddler but the toddler fights back, doesn't shut up, and threatens your life. He also has a ton of his own lore that my friend continously adds on to, so I can make another post with just the parasite's part of things.

My friend handles everything with the Parasite himself, comes up with the lore, does the voice, etc. I simply keep track of it.

- The "dream visitor" version of Archie is not real either. It's linked to the Parasite in ways that if I get into it, I will spoil a good chunk of the game. Sorry. Just know you can consider this and Parasite Archie kind of as one in the same almost.

- The REAL Archie is still at home, completely unaware of what's happening, while Maxie is fighting for his life. He does miss him, though, and hopes he gets home soon. He and Maxie are only boyfriends, they haven't gotten married yet. (They also haven't been through their rivalry yet, as this all takes place before that happens.)

Sorry for the convoluted yap sesh, I just have more art planned for this stupid AU and- God I cannot possibly just post this shit with no context. Like, I'd have to explain it eventually so I might as well do it now beforehand yk 😭😭

I might do separate posts with our HCs and some silly conversations that have happened between Parasite Archie and Maxie if you guys would want that :)

Also, I do have all of the sessions from where my friend plays the game recorded and I'll be sure to post some clips of what Parasite Archie sounds like eventually, possibly with snippets of my shitty Maxie voice in there as well. You'll get to see the talk sprites in action with that, too.

[kenobster]

I wrote this for @marvelstars who requested Palpakin after voting for Obikin in that poll five thousand years ago. XD It was meant to be 100-500 wordsish, but unfortunately my obsession with this ship squeezed one THOUSAND words out of me lmao. Anyway I'll eventually post this on AO3 (probably after a bit of editing, too). Until then, I hope you enjoy! ^_^

Also, to anyone who requested one, please note that I am still working on them! I haven't forgotten. I'm just slow. XD

Ships & Warnings: Palpatine/Anakin (CW dubcon); past referenced Miraj/Anakin (CW noncon); referenced Padmé/Anakin

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After the mission, Padmé's hands became the raking claws of Zygerrian fingertips, and her mouth became the sweet-tasting lips of Queen Miraj Scintel. At a kiss, at a touch, at a look, Anakin’s limbs would go rigid and stiff, like a bloated corpse, and—no matter his disgust, no matter his shame—heat would vacate the rest of his body to stir just below his waist.

Sometimes, he could swear that the presence of his wife alone carried a distinctly identical scent.

"Purlieu élégante," said Chancellor Palpatine one evening. They were sitting in his office a little too late into the night because Anakin hadn’t yet decided—whether to grace Padmé's apartment with his presence or to simply text her another dubious excuse. 

"Excuse me?" Anakin asked. The comment had broken him out of a forlorn stare into his empty glass. 

As their gaze met, Chancellor Palpatine's eyes softened, and his thin lips spread into a sympathetic smile. "Lately, I've found its scent to be recognizable upon many of the female senators. Senator Amidala is no exception. Quite possibly, the Queen of Zygerria wore it, too."

Anakin was either far too drunk (or maybe not drunk enough) to be understanding. "Are you—are you talking about perfume, sir?"

In response, the Chancellor slowly drained the last of his wine. When he finished, he set the glass on his desk with a hearty thump, and rose from his chair. "Come here, Anakin."

As if in a trance, Anakin dragged himself to his feet and crept until he was standing before the Chancellor.

The Chancellor hummed. “Closer, dear.”

Holding his breath, Anakin shortened the sparse amount of inches separating them. At this distance, looking elsewhere was impossible. He bounced his gaze between the Chancellor's worry-wrinkled brow and the pattern of stitches on his velvet robe.

Gently, the Chancellor held the base of Anakin's elbow. "You blame yourself for what happened," he said, "because she was attractive to you."

A cold weight settled in the bottom of Anakin's stomach.

"But, you see, you cannot help the seduction of the body." As the Chancellor continued, he drew the pads of his fingers lightly down Anakin's flank until his palm rested low on his hip. "A beautiful woman with a pleasing scent will always catch the attention of a young man like yourself. It is only—"

"I wasn’t attracted to her," Anakin hissed. Panic lanced through his chest at the echo of his sharp tone, but the Chancellor did not seem bothered.

"Not mentally, no," the Chancellor agreed, "but in a physical sense. A primal sense. We may have evolved to be sentient—but we are also animals, my boy. Lust is carved into our very veins."

The Chancellor curled a second hand around Anakin's waist, freezing him—just as her touch had done, just as Padmé's did now—and Anakin already knew that no amount of fighting would allow an escape from his locked muscles and steel bones. 

"Sir," he gasped, breathy and hoarse.

The Chancellor's hand on his hip glided to the inside of his thigh—and began to crawl upward.

Anakin grit his teeth, clenched his eyes shut, and failed, repeatedly, to breathe. The distance between them closed, their legs tangled snugly, and the Chancellor's breath fluttered up the edge of Anakin's collarbone, just beneath his robes. The older man smelled of cherry, like the wine, and it wasn't Padmé, it wasn't her, but it was—it was—

The Chancellor's hand cupped the front of his pants.

Trembling, Anakin shrank into this cage of arms and hands and nightmares. The cold weight in his stomach had suddenly begun to boil.

"Are you attracted to me, Anakin?" the Chancellor asked.

No, Anakin wanted to shriek.

"Do you see your wife in me? Do you feel her? Do you smell her?"

Anakin's nostrils burned with a sharp inhale. "I'm," he murmured, "I'm not married."

In response, the Chancellor squeezed.

A keen devoured Anakin's throat. His knees buckled. As he caught himself on the flat of the Chancellor's desk, his hand knocked into the Chancellor's empty wine glass. Its edges thumped and rolled against the polished hardwood surface.

The Chancellor steadied him. "It is clear that you don't want this," he said, "so tell me to stop."

And all Anakin could manage was a broken, throaty please.

The palm at his back pushed him forward. Wine-rich lips latched onto his. A stale-tasting tongue lapped at the front of his teeth.

After a long moment, the Chancellor let him go.

Anakin stumbled backward and dragged knuckles over the residue of saliva on his mouth before he could remember not to be rude. He could not lift his head. He could not meet the Chancellor's stare. He could not expose the sting nipping at the corners of his eyes. Not after his weakness had been laid bare and helpless in the Chancellor's arms.

"Anakin," the Chancellor said. To Anakin's great relief, his voice had lost the charm of a would-be lover and had assumed the familiar stern patience of a mentor. "You must know that it was not your fault."

The threat of tears brimmed and spilled over. Anakin choked on the air—and hated how it sounded like a sob.

"Beauty makes it easy," the Chancellor continued, "but given an effort, anyone can achieve the same. I am not beautiful nor young, and still, your body betrayed you. And still, you could not say no."

Understanding finally dawned. Anakin's blurred gaze lurched toward the Chancellor, who was standing where he'd been left, his hands raised, his palms out, and his smile as kind and as weary as ever.

"Tell Padmé to change her perfume," the Chancellor said. "After your victory on Kadavo, it is the least she can do."

[comfortlesshurt]

alrighty, I locked in for a couple days and now I get to reward myself by yelling into the tumblr void about the series progress

first off, there are TWO FICS over 50% done, v exciting stuff. I know they've been over 50% for a bit now, but like... let me have my motivation, okay? we are in the HARD PART of the project where it all looks overwhelming, so I'll take the wins I can

also tex fic is finished and through round 1 of editing. it still needs another major edit and i need to finish fic 1 to make sure no info conflicts between the two, but the serious work for that is done

there are a few more days left before NotNaNo, but even going in with today's word counts, focusing on fics 1 and 2 should put them pretty close to finished by the end of November unless I was super off with the word count estimate

also had a really good writing day yesterday!

ignore those date projections at the bottom because like... those assume either i write 3k every day or i write 3k twice a week and 1.2k the other 5 days, and I canNOT do that consistently. but that July 23rd date is realistic! that's me continuing to hit my average based on the past 106 days since starting this project, so there's a good chance I finish this project in a total of just over a year (in which case I will never shut up about writing 450k in a year, so watch out)

finally, fic 1 is a huge portion of that daily par number in the first row, so... unless I fall majorly away from the intended timeline, that required daily par will go down a LOT at the end of december, which will be nice. the goal is still to focus a lot on this project and only really jump over to side projects as they call to me, but it's easier to do that when your average isn't struggling to keep up with your daily par number. it simply does not feel good to be constantly working just to barely get over the par.

as far as editing, i'm starting to fear i didn't budget enough time for that in my early projections, so the timeline might be off there. those due dates listed are for the final rough draft, which doesn't get a chance to rest before immediately going into a month of editing. something just tells me now that a month isn't going to be enough to cover a content edit for each fic. it's also relying on the technical edits being done week-to-week as each chapter goes up.

also added one more tracking tool recently:

this is to look at all the projects week-to-week, and really what it's done is made it obvious that I am in fact very focused on fic 1 lmao. in my defense, that's the one that has consistently had the highest required par, so it's easy to treat it as the most important. also, up to 27-aug is rough. I started writing these fics in Word, so I didn't have day-to-day stats to go back and check. I could only find those once I switched to Reedsy, so for the record I did not write 54k between 20-aug and 27-aug. same with the tex fic--that wasn't all written in one week.

this chart still only looks at ILaD progress, so you can see where I take my break in October and it cuts down a lot... but that's excluding the 10k that went into an unrelated fic, so I don't think taking this break has actually cut down on my writing much. it's just made me have a better time with it temporarily. i took a couple days off writing completely during October but like... I didn't really enjoy that? so I don't think that's the solution I'm looking for long-term.

anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk. i will infodump again, and probably soon since all the end of the month posts are coming up in the next week.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 45 Your Days are Numbered!

Not only was that already a title, it was already a title in this same season.

Anyway

I played the murd against my parents and won! they didn't seem too fond of my nonstop mauve/logico impressions, but who cares cuz I beat them!

I'm still not sure it's for me because it is significantly more... infuriating than a normal murdle, but still very happy to own it :3 I'll write the cartoon special after book 2 is done, although I'll have to solve the 'conspiracy' first (and may need help cuz I'm dumb)

um don't ask why it says 'mubve'

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

They can’t rest for long. Logico receives a disturbing call. He answers it, expecting a death threat. But what he gets seems to be the opposite…

MARBLE: Deductive Logico? Dear? Is that you? They’re in my home- they’re- they’re in my home! LOGICO! YOU HAVE TO COME QUICKLY, LOGICO! HELP ME! THEY’RE RIGHT HERE!!!! 

Then static, and the call ends. Logico drops the phone. He is paralyzed once again. Irratino quickly tracks the call, and they’re led to a giant mansion. Marble didn’t even become a mathematician that long ago. And furthermore, she became a MATHEMATICIAN. How could she afford this??

Nonetheless, Logico’s heart shatters when he sees her dead. Even if she had a taste for human flesh, she was still a sweet old lady at her core. No one deserves this. Logico looks up at the suspects - Night, Mauve, and Obsidian. People he trusted… who could do such a thing? (Wait, since when did he trust Obsidian?)

OBSIDIAN: Deductive, I’m glad you came. LOGICO: Wh… why? Did you do this? OBSIDIAN: That’s something I can’t answer. But I will say that I am just as shocked at the death of our own kind as you are.

Logico takes a deep breath. He will solve this-

NIGHT: You’re absolutely stunning. LOGICO: Pardon?

Thankfully, they’re not talking to Logico. But they are harassing Mauve.

MAUVE: ‘Kay. NIGHT: I was rejected by my previous love interest. Now, you are standing vital in his place. I want to embrace you.

Mauve swings her headset at them.

MAUVE: Fucking weirdo.

Logico then interrogates the critters.

NIGHT: Based on the numbers, a prime steak was in the study.  LOGICO: Please… you don’t need to say ‘based on the numbers’... especially if you’re lying…

Irratino solemnly draws two tarot cards, subtly hinting toward Mauve, who is holding a beautiful floating sphere.

MAUVE: I don’t know how it’s floooooating.

But she didn’t do it. It was Night. They betrayed us all.

Or did they? Marble sits up with a start!

MARBLE: Oh thank goodness, you fell for it! I had no other way you’d ever listen to me!

Logico is furious! The bitch was PRETENDING?!

MARBLE: Oh please don’t worry about me, it was just an act! I really called you here for something… important.

Logico is at a loss for words. He is so pissed right now. Slightly relieved that this wasn’t a ‘true murder’ (or a murder at all) but mostly pissed. He yanks a note out of Marble's hand and looks at it. It’s a spectacular map!

IRRATINO: Ohhhhh Logico, can you feel it? Another adventure is coming! LOGICO: Quiet.

Irratino quickly shuts up. Logico’s not being his usual grumpy self - he’s stuck in a state of genuine fear.

The end!

Ok it wasn't initially Marble obviously, but the 'math professor' wasn't given a name and Logico has no human friends because they're all AI so I changed it to Marble lmao

He is friends with the suspects whether he likes it or not!

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[procuder]

Let's see some of what they have sacrificed (a whole chapter lol I'm almost crying no I'm crying so hard rn I won't shut up about it) for that 'I want to be his friend' (my ass) scene! (I'm only choosing my favorite)

So, only after both of og lloyd and suho were on the train, before og lloyd got reincarnated btw ☺️ so we will see. What we were robbed just for half of chapter.

"Seriously? Are you still sulking?" Lloyd lifted his brow. "..." "What? Why? What? Don't look at me like that. Speak." "..." Ghost frontera didn't speak. But its gaze at Lloyd was distinctly different from a while ago. There wasn't anger, resentment, frustration, or any of the negative emotions that played across its eyes as it blewoff steam at Lloyd. The corners of Lloyd's lips rose slightly. "Hey, you're grateful but embarrassed for getting angry at me earlier, right?" "..." "I can see you flinching in guilt." "Oh, tsk... Come on." "If you're thankful, just say it. Don't curse me out."

And what's more funny is how suho cares for og lloyd lmao this is the proof that shows us how good person he is. And. You know. Yeah I'd rather not talking about how they portray his character out like that I cannot shut up.

"Hey, tell me if you feel motion sick." "Why?" "I'll remove the trap. That way, you can stick your head out and vomit." "I might as well just kick you out of the trap," growled Ghost Frontera. "Did you forget already how i beat you up after you tried to do that?" "No, I didn't, bastard," huffed Ghost Frontera. "Then let's just go reincarnate like a good boy. Anyway, how do you feel? What does it feel like to be the passenger of this monumental train?" "Well, nothing much." Ghost Frontera roughly scratched its jaw. "I want to get a drink. It's been a while."

Man...the more I write, the more sad I become when these good things are replaced with something. I don't know, you thought it was boring so you changed it? Even if it's just an unnecessary conversation but you know what? That allows readers to get to know the characters more. Get to know the character's attitude more. And can also relate more to that character...but...sigh. just. Sigh.

So I'm going to share my views on og lloyd right here. Tbh, he's a trash. Yes, he's inherently bad. And some people are just that bad no matter how good their family is. But if you try to analyze it through lloyd's pov on his home and his family. It's another kind. He finds his place boring and he is always dissatisfied with it. But with the little information we've gotten about what he was like when he was very young, and things he's noticed, even he considers them very boring. Of course, even though this bitch is a trash lol I never forgive him for what he had done (like-hate relationship for me and him lol)

Okay so. Hear me out. He did care for his family (*ahem* JAVIER EXCLUDED!!!!) but instead of changing himself he chose to let it be....yeah ykwim🤷‍♂️ As I've said before, he cares about his family and he knows he shouldn't have done that in the first place. But he was not the one to even say it because he thought he would do it in his next life. What makes you think that he'll do whatever tf he does in the webcomic? Lmao let me grab your collar and have some private discussion!!!

"You're heartless bastard. Don't you miss your family back there?" "No. My parents all passed away." Ghost Frontera paused for second before saying, "They say your family is always with you as long as they're in your heart. Cheer up, scumbag." "What are you saying?" Lloyd frowned with a smile. "Forget it. What about my parents? Are they well?" "Of course. They are as healthy as a horse." "Really?" "Yeah." Lloyd stared at Frontera. Then he continued in honesty, "Come to think of it, I'm relaying this news late. The Frontera family is no longer a barony." "What? What do you mean?" "It's county now." "Whaaat?" Ghost Frontera's eyes windened. "Surprising, right? I'm surprised too. Anyway, the count has resumed his hobby recently too." "Wood carving?" "Uh-huh. There are a bunch of wooden sculptures in the study already." "Then what about Mother's garden?" "It's still there. Oh, it has doubled in size. But I'm slightly worried about the count's back and knees." "What's up with that old man's back and knees?" "He's helping out with the gardening. He insists on crouching and giving a hand when he's not used to the work." "Tsk. I guess the man is still senseless as always." "Aren't you going to ask about Julian?" "Don't have to. He's a smart kid, so I'm sure he's doing well on his own."

And ;) they replaced these precious conversation with that. Changed long ass heartwarming conversation into 3 speech bubbles just to sped up the story and ooc'd literally every characters. I'm so okay sir. I'm completely okay.

This is just a part of chapter 243 you know TT you know how much we were robbed right? I am okay right now. It's not like I'm going to talk about how they manage to portray my king hellkaros like that too. Yeah I'm to tally okay with it!

Anyway, it's true that og lloyd cares about his family but, dumbass. he hated javier so much you know lee hyunmin-nim you already have read ch 408 how the hell did you manage to understand that 'wow this guy is actually a good person maybe he even wanted to be friends with javier too!' How????????????? He cared for his family, yes. And javier was there too? No. He's scumbag? Obviously. So he's a good person? NO DUMBASS. LOOK WHAT HE HAVE DONE TO EVERYONE AND TELL ME HOW.

Or are you just not good at writing complex characters? lol Not even mentioning what he was reincarnated as...

Qidjwkwiduiqoq I'm ; ;;; arugh. qidjqkqodk okay sir. well done.

I'll draw og lloyd and suho conversation soon ^^ watch me draw what it supposed to be soon! Watch me!!!!!!!

Also, how the hell again did you think he cared for his estate may i ask some simple question.

[deadgirlwalking91]

So I don't want to presume, so instead of headcanons, I'll just say these are vibes I get from your TYFTV characterizations, post whenever they decide to just fuck already lmao

- Lute seems like a boyband girl- STAY WITH ME HERE. I don't ever see her going to concerts, or really interacting with merchandise or their following in anyway other than listening to the music, but she strikes me as the type to have a couple NSYNC and Backstreet Boys CDs hidden in "Classical Mix for meditation" marked cases.

- Adam is not a fan, but, because he loves his BBG, has done some "covers" for her in private, golden eyes just a glittering the whole time.

- Lute and Adam spar after getting together, and it can get intense, bruises and marks and everything by the end, but they always do it at the end of the day because they know they're gone be ready to SMASH by the end of it.

- Every now and then they take baths together and every time they never actually get around to doing anything but spooning, they shower after.

- Lute thinks she knows how strong Adam is, but sometimes he really shows just how hard he can go, and Lute goes into flustered girlthoughts mode.

That is all! Love TYFTV!

Hey Anon! I fucking adore ALL OF THESE! OK lemme address: - Big yes. I mean why the fuck not, she already reads trashy novels. You can't tell me the girl doesn't sing to 'I Want it That Way' in the shower. Or 'If You're Getting Down'/'Baby When the Lights Go Out' by 5ive. Now I know what I'm listening to this afternoon haha! - He would. But not in a 'Ryan Gosling from the Barbie movie serending Barbie with Matchbox 20' kinda way. She'd just be staring at him with actual heart eyes. On the outside he's like 'fuck my life' but on the inside he just loves how happy she is. - Oh yeah. Most of the time they don't even make it to the showers, they just fuck nasty on the spot. There's been a few close counters, and once Layla walked in on them, rolloed her eyes and walked back out, closing the door behind her. - The bath ends up being a rather sentimental spot in the house for them. We're not quite done with the bath yet in TYFTV either so I'll keep my mouth shut with this one ;) - Honestly, that thought has ME going into flustered girlthought mode, oops 🤭 but when he pins her down after throwing her around? Oh yeah. This ask was AMAZING Anon, thank you! <3 if anybody else has any headcanons/thoughts like this re TYFTV then please send them my way!

[lyliux]

My pikmin 4 rescue corps voice headcanons!!!

Been a little burnt out from art so I found some rescue corps voice hc's!!! Lmk your thoughts!!! I've got links on everything for your reference :)!

Shepard - Jessie, Pokémon

Collin - Dimitri, Anastasia / Raggedy Andy (i couldn't decide lol) (note skip a bit forward on the Dimitri video)

Russ - Wizard cookie, Cookie run kingdom

Dingo - Sun Wukong, Lego Monkie Kid

Yonny - Happy ENA, ENA - Auction day

Bernard - Kind Andrias, Amphibia

Pip (my Rookie oc) - Female vulpera, WoW

Thought process + ramblings below cut :0!

I tried to match them all at least a little bit to the canon voices(?) they have! Tbh these are like ALL subject to change because I have never done this before and I'll probably actively be on the lookout now lol.

Anyways notes!!! I cannot shut up

Shepard

She has such a distinct rich voice I struggled so hard to find something

Jessie was my first thought and what I ended up settling on, though I think Shepard probably isn't as animated as Jessie

Again, the timbre is SOOO specific,,, help me,,,

Idk what other people vibes on this one is but it's either spot on or super unconventional,,,,

Collin

My toughest one because there are so many white boy voices lmao

I was searching for mid range, a bit softer with not a lot of pep, and with a similar timbre of his canon voice

If I could mix the Dimitri and Raggedy Andy voices that'd be like PERFECT

Bonus points that a lot of the lines I can match up with other Collin hc's I have

Silly but now I have Collin singing hc??? hehehe :))))

Russ

Easiest one, silly nerd guy voice

I liked wizard cookie cause it's that vibe but also normal enough you can imagine him having a normal conversation and not just a science guy caricature

Dingo

Needed a voice that sounded SUPPERRR assured in himself

But that I could imagine very easily how they'd sound when they lost that composure

Tbh did NOT pay attention to canon on this one but Sun Wukong is a banger pic IMO soooooo

Yonny

I couldn't find anything to match canon too much so I'm sorta :((((

But I'm still quite happy with happy ENA! Very melodic, a bit higher pitched, quirky and silly

And a tad insane, cannot forget :)))

Bernard

Tbh I imagine this one a little more upbeat but ehhhh

Needed him to sound distinctly older than the rest but still sorta cool and a bit laid back

Pip

Tbh I sort just fell into this one without searching too hard for it lol

I was mostly thinking "what voice would sound good annoying the fuck out of Collin" lmaoooo

[robinainthood]

chatfic gojo lives and goatjo420 pls 🙏

You're an angel for requesting multiple, ily <33

Chatfic excerpt can be found here!

GOJO LIVES BITCH

Concept: It was meant to be a before and after, "came back wrong" kind of deal, inspired in part by this fanart. I only got as far as the prelude, though, when he's stuck in the prison realm (with literally two lines of dialogue post-resurrection, which I suppose I'll include below just for funsies lmao).

Excerpt:

Time is slipping. Counting has grown fruitless when every second is the same one ticking in endless circles, hoping as useless as the world that goes on without him (for days, months, years? For eternity?). Satoru contemplates it for a split second or two, maybe a minute, maybe longer, before resigning himself to this new reality where time is nothing more than a vague memory. He has to remind himself again and again that it still exists, outside this empty expanse for everyone else. Has to hope that he’s left enough of himself behind in his students to compensate for his absence. That this isn’t forever in a moment. It’s useless, this hoping, but all he has left in this wretched place.

And the two (2) lines of dialogue in question:

“How did you…” Satoru brushes the rough skin there. “You did most of the work.” Shoko puffs her cigarette. “Made it easy for me, honestly.”

I don't know if I'll revisit this one, to be honest, only because so many have done it already (and better than me). There are other concepts I'm more eager to explore! Which leads me to...

goatjo420 is online!

Concept: Okay, hear me out lmao. This one's a JJK/Black Mirror crossover, specifically the Striking Vipers episode. If you're unfamiliar, two best friends start playing a VR game together and discover it's extremely realistic and... well, fuckery ensues. Literally and figuratively lmao.

There's a lot of exploring sexuality with your best friend and coming to terms with your almost comical compatibility that's just SO stsg, I had to do it. I will finish this one day, I swear T-T

Also, a fun fact no one asked for: I replaced Striking Vipers with Tekken because I have this dumb headcanon that it's their favorite game (particularly Satoru's). That is all!

Excerpt:

goatjo420 is online! Suguru thumbs the joysticks on his controller with a groan. Bites the inside of his cheek to quiet the screaming urge to send him a request and hopes, against all that is reasonable and grounded in reality, that he’ll decide on a solo game this time. Ding! goatjo420 invited you to play Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection! Suguru lets out a dramatic sigh. The bastard just knows it’s his favorite game, and moreover that he never has time to play it anymore. Not with the kids keeping him busy every hour of the day. It’s late and he’s tired and still seeing red but, fuck, what could one game hurt, anyway? “Screw it.” Suguru taps the receiver on his temple to accept, leaning back into the couch. “What are you doing up this late?” No pretenses. Satoru scoffs. There’s music playing in the background, clipping in and out as he speaks. “Could ask you the same thing. And, what, no hello? Shit, do I mean that little to you?” “Shut up. One round and then I’m going to bed.” Suguru boots up Tekken, and adds: “I’m still pissed at you, you know.” “No! Really? Wouldn’t have guessed.” “You know what, fuck you, Sato—” “Hey, hey, don’t go logging off on me now. Look, I’ll make it up to you the next time we meet, alright?” Satoru’s mic cracks with the sound of his shifting, no doubt cozying up against his favorite pillow that costs as much as Suguru’s electricity bill. “Just kick my ass in the meantime, yeah?” And Suguru swears he can hear the smirk in his voice when he coyly adds: “If you can.”

These two have changed me fundamentally, have rewired my brain, have raised the bar for romance to such untouchable heights that I fear I may never recover. :)