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redvexillum · 1 month ago

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@crackrodent I really am using your requests as tribute for my Kinktober/Flufftober, lol. This is my very first Adam ask and I'm sorry, I can't kill Adam! You know how much I love Adam! That's it *rolls up sleeves* imma show you what happens when you mess with the d1ckm@ster! Rawr! 😈

Special thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for being my muse for this story. Bless you. I had way too much fucking fun writing this. 💖

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, reader is fox demon for plot, sinner!adam, d☆ggy style, reader has a potty mouth, adam is the dickmaster, an☆l play, sp☆nking, hair pulling, multiple ☆rgasm (f!receiving), sq☆irting, rough s☆x, bl☆w job, big d☆ck adam, dom/sub undertone, so much f☆cking banter istg please shut up, adam being adam, adam figuratively sucking his own dick, toxic masculinity just oozes out of adam but the sex is hot af tho, adam is kind of a loveable idiot (?), I really went overboard here...sry kit (but not rly ayyy 🤣), CRUFTTY (crack + fluff + smut)

Building a sandwich was fucking art.

The bread had to be perfect – moist and soft, but not so soft that it turned into a soggy mess under the weight of the toppings. It needed strength to hold everything together, to create a flawless bite.

Every ingredient was handpicked by yours truly, each one deserving its place. The crispness of the lettuce, the savoury crunch of bacon, and the creamy balance of mayonnaise all had to align just right. Too much of anything, and the delicate flavour of harmony would soon collapse into a desolate heap of failure.

It was your first day at “Hazbin Hotel,” a place with the dumbest fucking name you’d ever heard. Redemption, they called it. A program to save sinners, to help them earn their way to heaven. So far, all you’d seen was a ragtag crew of lunatics who wouldn’t have spent five minutes together unless they had their own selfish reasons for being here.

Not that you gave a damn. You were here for one thing: free rent and free food. Your pointy ears twitched at the sound of manic laughter echoing through the halls. Niffty? Swifty? Whatever the hell her name was, you didn’t care enough to remember.

All that mattered right now was your sandwich.

Your orange tail, fluffy and tipped in black, swayed behind you as you worked with precision. The smell of freshly fried bacon lingered in the air, and a satisfied shiver ran down your spine. You squinted, eyeing the perfect amount of mayonnaise that dropped onto the bread with a soft plop. A sense of pride bloomed in your chest as you spread it evenly, knowing this was going to be the best fucking sandwich you’d ever made since coming down to Hell.

Your lips stretched into a grin as you placed the final slice of bread on top, your tail flicking back and forth in anticipation.

This was it.

Perfection.

Nothing could ruin this beautiful moment.

Until, of course, all hell broke loose.

As you stepped into the lobby, plate in hand, you barely had time to process the chaos before you. Your feet skidded to a halt, and you almost dropped your sandwich. The sandwich you would’ve committed six counts of murder for.

“Holy shit!” you yelped, barely saving the plate from tumbling.

There, right in front of you, was Niffty – or Swifty – going full psycho mode, cackling like a maniac as she repeatedly stabbed the newest guest. The guy was on the floor, writhing in agony, while Niffty giggled like it was the funniest thing in the world. “DIE! DIE! DIE! HAHAHA!” she screamed, her voice high-pitched and sharp.

The blood splattered in bright red streaks as her tiny form hovered over him, the blade of her dagger glistening with every wild thrust. You watched, half in horror, half in disbelief, as she continued her assault with a grin that could only belong to someone completely unhinged.

It wasn’t until Charlie – or was it Marley? - rushed in, shouting and waving her arms, that the scene started to settle. “Niffty, stop!” she yelled, scooping up the small, crazed girl with a panicked gasp. The dagger slipped from Niffty’s hand, clattering to the ground, blood still dripping from its blade.

Huh. So, the girl’s name was Niffty.

Noted.

You picked up your sandwich, sinking your teeth into it, and damn near moaned right there in the lobby. The crisp, salty bacon mingled with the fresh crunch of lettuce, all balanced perfectly with the smooth creaminess of mayo. The bread was just the right kind of soft, with a subtle sweetness that tied everything together. It was like biting into a small piece of fucking heaven, even if you were in literal hell.

“Oh, fuck,” came a groan from the man on the floor, interrupting your moment of sandwich bliss. The shitty guy who’d just been stabbed was slowly getting to his feet, looking dazed. “What the fuck!” he whined, wincing as he touched his back, his fingers now slick with blood. “That fucking hurts, like, real bad!”

You rolled your eyes. Drama queen. This was hell, he was going to regenerate in a couple of minutes anyhow. You looked at him, and you almost dropped your sandwich, again.

This guy.

This fucking guy.

Why was this fucking guy here, of all places?

Marley – no, Charlie, fuck, whatever – chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry about that,” she said, flashing a nervous grin. “I, uh, forgot to tell Niffty that you’re not a bad guy anymore and at least she didn’t stab you with Angelic Steel!” she smiled way too brightly, as if that would somehow smooth things over.

The man groaned again, straightening up with an exaggerated wince. “Ugh, I was never a bad guy,” he huffed, raising his hands in a condescending little air-quote gesture. “I was chosen and ordained by the big man upstairs to do what was right.” His nose shot up in the air like he thought he was some hot shit, and he crossed his arms with the kind of arrogance that made you want to punch him in the throat.

You didn’t give two shits about the conversation. Hell, it was taking every ounce of self-control not to rip his trachea out right then and there. Of all the scum in hell, this asshole was the worst.

Before the hotel, you’d made the horrible mistake of matching with him on Vinder, thinking maybe you could enjoy a no-strings-attached fling.

Big fucking mistake.

Your eyes twitched at the flood of memories. His obnoxious, open-mouth chewing. His laugh – raucous, loud, and so fucking embarrassing in public. And the way he’d slapped your ass during the first date like he fucking owned you.

Chauvinistic.

Pig.

Every fibre of your being hated him.

Well, almost everything.

Your fingers tightened around the plate; the half-eaten sandwich forgotten. You hated him with a passion, but you couldn’t deny one thing: he had a huge cock. And, fuck, he knew how to use it. No matter how many times you swore it would be the last time; you kept crawling back, falling into the same damn cycle.

One more fuck turned into two, then three, then how the hell did this happen again?

You were a goddamn addict – specifically, addicted to his dick. If you could slap a paper bag over his head, tie him up, and just ride him without hearing his obnoxious voice, that would be ideal. But you had no fucking self-control, and now here you were, in this weird-ass hotel,probably a cult at this point, hoping for a clean break.

Adam – fucking Adam – caught your eye. His lips curled into a wide grin, teeth flashing like he’d just found a new toy. His red eyes sparkled in the dim light as he swaggered toward you, arms wide open. “Sugartits!” he called out, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. He moved in for a hug.

You ducked under his arm, shooting him the nastiest scowl you could muster. Your ears flattened against your head, tail dropping between your legs in a stiff, unamused twitch.

“You two know each other?” Marley – Charlie – whoever, asked, looking between you both with a raised brow and growing curiosity.

“No,” you said curtly, biting into your sandwich again with more aggression than necessary.

Adam, of course, couldn’t resist. “Oh, you could say I know her very well,” he said with a shit-eating grin, waggling his eyebrows like an idiot.

“Ew,” Marley muttered, grimacing without even trying to hide her disgust.

You groaned inwardly. Of all the fucking people in hell, why did it have to be him?

Before you could even form a word, Adam’s fingers wiggled playfully, his lips curling into an “O” as he honed in on your sandwich like a predator eyeing its prey. “Aww, babe, you shouldn’t have!” he exclaimed, snatching up the sandwich you had poured your soul into for the last thirty minutes.

“Wha-Wait-” you sputtered, horrified, as he stuffed the sandwich into his mouth in two massive bites, crumbs tumbling from his lips without a single ounce of grace.

“Oh, hmm,” he chewed noisily, his cheeks bulging with food as he smacked his lips obnoxiously. “Ya know, I think you-” smack, smack, smack – his disgusting chewing noises clashing with the image of your sandwich being annihilated. “You may have put too much mayonnaise,” he continued, crumbs flying as he spoke with his mouth open. “So, I’d give it a 4 out of 10.”

The low, primal growl that erupted from your throat felt volcanic, like every ounce of rage you’d bottled up over the miserable dates and hollow excuses was bubbling to the surface.

You were fucking done.

Every humiliating dinner where he’d “forgotten” his wallet, every time you’d fucked him to deal with your frustration with him – it all flashed through your mind in an explosive torrent. Without thinking, you grabbed his collar and yanked him down to your level.

“We need to fucking talk,” you growled, teeth clenched, venom practically dripping from your words.

Dragging him towards your room, your eyes narrowed in disgust as Adam shot a wink at Marley, fingers raised in an unmistakable gesture for “fucking.” Of course, he thought this was just some sort of game.

No amount of good dick would make you compromise on your self-respect–-

And yet, here you were, kneeling naked in your room, your mouth wrapped around his thick cock, the taste of him flooding your senses. The worst part? You didn’t even remember how the hell you got here.

“Oh fuck, you missed my cock, didn’t you babe?” Adam groaned; his voice thick with smug satisfaction. His hand gripped the base of his cock while his other fingers curled into your hair, tugging hard enough to make you gasp. “Open that pretty little mouth for me. Say your prayers like the good girl you are,” he crooned, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You hated him. You hated how he could still make you fall to your knees with just a look. One second, you’d been screaming at him, ready to shove a 21-inch dildo up his ass, and the next, he had his cock out, and there you were – sucking him off like nothing had changed.

Fuck.

Your lips stretched painfully around his girth as he pushed deeper into your mouth, groaning as your warmth engulfed him. His soft, pudgy stomach pressed against your forehead as he shoved his fat cock all the way to the hilt. Your throat tightened around him, gagging slightly, but the reaction only made your pussy throb with need. The taste of him was heady, familiar, and it brought back memories of the way he could fuck you into oblivion, no matter how much you hated him.

“That’s it, babe, suck it nice and deep,” Adam grunted, his hips thrusting forward as he buried himself deeper in your throat. “Bet you fucking missed this cock, huh? It’s been too long since you had a real man inside you.”

You rolled your eyes, choking back the desire to tell him to shut the fuck up. If he would just be quiet for one goddamn second, you’d probably cum just from sucking his cock alone. But no, he always had to run his mouth.

Then, his foot pressed firmly between your legs, the top of it rubbing directly against your slick pussy. Your breath hitched as his smug grin stretched wider, his eyes locking onto yours. “Go on, babe,” he taunted, his voice low and teasing. “I want to see you hump like the needy slut you are. Show me how much you fucking need it.”

The words should’ve made you furious, but instead, they sent a shudder of arousal through your body. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down against his foot, your wetness soaking his skin as you rode him like you were desperate for release.

You should hate this. You should hate him.

You do hate him.

But goddammit, you don’t hate this.

“Mmph,” you moaned around his cock, your voice muffled by the thick shaft filling your throat. Your hips bucked wildly against his foot, the pressure building inside you faster than you’d like to admit. The musky taste of his pre-cum sliding down your throat made your whole-body clench in anticipation, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

“That’s right, sugartits,” Adam groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Look how good you are, sucking my big, fat cock.” The grin on his face was full of smug pride, and you could practically see the self-satisfaction swelling in his chest.

The words “fuck you” echoed in your mind, but the moment his foot sped up, rubbing your clit in rapid strokes, your defiance crumbled beneath the weight of pure pleasure. The sharp edge of it cut through you, sending heat spreading like wildfire as your body tensed. Then, the first orgasm ripped through you, crashing like a wave and leaving your nerves buzzing in its wake.

A muffled moan escaped around his cock, your spit trailing down your chin, your eyes rolling back in your head as your hands dug into his thighs for support. Fuck, it felt good. Fuck, it’s been too long.

Adam pulled his cock free with a wet pop, and you barely had time to catch your breath before your legs trembled, the aftershocks still rippling through you.

But just as you started to get your bearings, the world spun as he flipped you upside down, blood rushing to your head, disorienting you. His cock was right in your face again, and your brain struggled to catch up.

“Wh-what the fuck are you doing?” you screeched, grabbing onto his bare hip for balance, your legs flailing helplessly in the air like a fish out of water.

“Relax, babe. I’m going to eat you out,” he said simply, his breath hot against your dripping folds. He didn’t wait for your reply. “Now, shut up. Either suck my cock or wait your turn like a good girl for your second orgasm.” The condescension in his voice made you want to punch him.

“Fuck you,” you spat, but your words were cut short as Adam ground his cock against your cheek, the heat of him searing into your skin.

“You’re not that – ah – ah – fuck!” The insult died in your throat as your knees buckled, legs trembling with the sudden rush of pleasure. His tongue was already working between your folds, lapping at your wetness with obscene slurping sounds, like he was a dog drinking from a fountain.

“Oh fuck, I’ve had better, you know,” you gasped, but even as you said it, your vision blurred from the lightheadedness, the blood pooling in your head making you dizzy. Your words rang hollow.

Adam didn’t respond with words. Instead, he shoved his thick tongue deeper inside you, practically fucking your pussy with it. The roughness of his beard brushed against your sensitive clit, sending shockwaves through your body that had you trembling.

“Fuck...fuck...” you whined, unable to stop the involuntary moans spilling from your lips. Your hand instinctively found his cock, pumping it with desperate need. You fucking jackass. You hated how his scent, his cock, his fucking presencehad this kind of power over you. The desire to ride him until you couldn’t walk for days burned in your gut.

You hated everything about him – his cocky attitude, his smug grin, his fucking voice.

But fuck, his cock? His cock almost made up for it. Almost.

With a loud curse, as his mouth latched onto your swollen clit and sucked with relentless abandon, you felt yourself losing control. Your mouth opened wide, taking him back inside, your head bobbing back and forth as he fucked your mouth in rhythm with his tongue devouring you.

The pressure from hanging upside down added to the dizzying pleasure, the blood rushing to your head making you lightheaded, while the taste of him hit your tongue. You needed both hands to grip his cock, stroking it harder, faster, desperate for his release – desperate for something to satisfy the ache growing inside you. Every orgasm he gave you left you unsatisfied because you knew the only thing that could truly wreck you was him fucking you senseless.

As he always did.

Your stomach clenched tight, thighs shaking as Adam moaned into your cunt, the vibration sending shivers of delight through you. His nose nudged against the base of your folds, his breath hot and heavy. “You gonna cum again, bitch?” he growled, his voice muffled, but the meaning was clear. The vibration of his words only pushed you closer to the edge.

You hated how right he was. Fuck, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cum again. You wanted to prove he wasn’t that good, that he didn’t know your body inside and out, that he couldn’t make you sing like a fucking instrument in his hands.

But it was like he could read your mind, taking your challenge as an invitation. He bucked his hips, pistoning into your mouth harder, while his lips and tongue attacked your clit with reckless fervour. Saliva dripped from your mouth, your face flushed and wet with the effort of keeping up with his pace.

It was only a matter of time. Your body betrayed you, your ass clenched, your legs spread wider, and with one last pulse of his tongue against your sensitive nub, you exploded. Another orgasm hit you, more intense than the last, your muffled cries of release vibrating around his cock as your body shook in his grasp.

Tears blurred your vision, streaming down your face as waves of pleasure coursed through your body, leaving you breathless. The world spun once more as Adam laid you down, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

Your chest heaved, breath ragged, and your left leg twitched with the aftershocks pulsing through your still-throbbing core. The only sounds were your gasps and his own laboured breathing, tangled together in the humid air.

Through bleary, tear-filled eyes, you glared up at him. “Fuck you,” you managed to spit out between shaky breaths.

Adam, ever the cocky bastard, stroked his cock, slick with your spit, his hand gliding smoothly along his length. “Babe, that’s exactly what I’m about to do.” His smirk was infuriating, and all you could think about was shoving his face between your legs, smothering him with your pussy until he couldn’t talk anymore. God, you wanted to suffocate him with it. Death by cunt? Sign me the fuck-up.

Why did he have to be such a colossal dick? The thought barely crossed your mind before his knees sank into the mattress, the bed groaning under his weight.

“It you didn’t - hah – talk so much, you’d almost be tolerable,” you shot back, each word laced with venom.

He burst out into bright laughter. “Tolerable? Baby, the way you worship my cock, you’re practically my most devout follower.” His sharp grin caught the dim light, and you couldn’t help the eye-roll that followed.

“Holy fuck, you’re the biggest douchebag I know, I can’t even – ah!” Your words turned into a yelp as he slammed his hips against yours, burying himself deep inside you, aided by the slick remnants of your previous orgasms and his saliva.

“Feel that?” he huffed, rolling his hips against your oversensitive clit, his voice dripping with smugness. “Look how fucking needy you are, bitch,” his grin widened as he looked down at you, eyes gleaming. “How many other cocks have tried to fill you since me? Any of them as good?” His hips slammed into yours, the wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.

“Tell me, huh? Bet none of them could do this.” He pulled out, teasing you, before driving his cock back in, deeper, harder, the tip nudging against your cervix.

“FUCK!” you screamed, legs instinctively spreading wider, your body arcing up to meet his. “You’re - ugh – such – a – fucking – ugh – ASS!” Each word was broken by the force of his persistent thrusts, the bed beneath you creaking in rhythm with his movements. It was like the damn thing was protesting as loudly as you were.

“Good?” he smirked, filling in the blanks for you with every thrust. “Sexy? Amazing? Fantastic?” His pace quickened, clearly getting off on his own damn ego. If there was one thing he’d come from, it was the sound of his own bullshit.

“All - ugh – you're good for – is your dick,” you growled, strands of hair sticking to your sweaty face, your skin slick with the sheen of your effort. You hated him, hated how smug he was, how cocky – and fuck, how right he was about how good his cock felt.

Adam pulled out, his cock rock-hard and glistening with your arousal clinging to him. He gripped your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up and pressing your face into the mattress.

Your heart skipped. This was the position that always wrecked you. Every. Single. Time.

“That’s why,” he lined up, the blunt tip of his cock teasing your entrance, “they call me the Dickmaster.” He punctuated his words by thrusting into you in one fluid stroke, filling you completely, pushing deep until he hit your womb. Your back arched as a shameless moan tore from your lips, your body curling from the overwhelming fullness.

“FUCK.” You nearly screamed. “Dickmaster? Are you fucking serious?” But despite the sheer cringe of the nickname, your body betrayed you. You moaned, louder, longer, as he thrust into you. The pleasure mixed with the sheer absurdity of it all.

He was so fucking cheesy. The cringiest man alive. Dickmaster? More like Cringemaster. And yet, here you were, being dicked down by this walking embarrassment, moaning like a bitch in heat. The passion you felt for him, the anger, the lust – it all mixed into a chaotic storm, burning hot inside you.

“Fuuuck youuu,” you wailed, voice trembling as Adam’s hips resumed their brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, his hand coming down hard on your ass, the crack of skin-on-skin only fuelling the fire that was already burning through you.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you sobbed, the sting from each slap merging with the pleasure, searing through your core as the heat radiated across your skin. You were sure his handprint was branded on your ass, marking you as his.

The pleasure built and built, his heavy balls slapping mercilessly against your clit with each thrust. It was overwhelming, your body trembling in a puddle of your own arousal, tears, and drool.

Why did you keep coming back to him? Out of all the sinners you could fuck, you always crawled back to him for a taste of that damn dick.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted mindlessly, your cunt squeezing tight around him as another orgasm threatened to break loose. But just when you were on the edge, he reached for your tail and yanked. Hard.

“YIP!” you screeched, the sharp, high-pitched squeal erupting from your throat as the flames of your arousal were doused instantly. You whipped your head around, glaring at him over your shoulder. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” you barked, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that you were on all fours, impaled on his cock with your ass still up in the air.

Adam’s eyes widened, his expression morphing from confusion to realization. “Oh shit, so that wasn’t your butt plug?” he asked, cock still buried deep inside you, pulsing against your fluttering walls that betrayed the fury burning inside you.

“WE’VE BEEN FUCKING FOR OVER HALF A YEAR, YOU ASSHOLE,” you snapped, baring your teeth in a snarl. “YOU EVEN FUCKED MY ASS! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’D BE WEARING A BUTT PLUG NOW?”

He raised his hands in mock surrender, but his hips didn’t stop rocking gently into you, sending shivers up your spine despite your anger. “Babe, it was an honest mistake,” he said before licking his fingers and sliding one thick digit down, pressing against your ass. “Let me make it up to you.”

Before you could protest, his finger was already pushing past the tight ring of muscle, sinking into your ass as your tail stiffened in response. “Oh, fuck,” you groaned, your resolve crumbling as the pleasure returned full force. His finger curled just right, rubbing the thin wall separating your pussy from your ass, sending jolts of ecstasy through both holes.

“Remember when I took your anal virginity?” Adam’s voice was smug, but the curl of his finger had you moaning instead of cursing him out. He pumped his finger slowly, in sync with the thrusts of his cock, his breath ragged with excitement. “You told me you hated anal, but look at you now. Begging for more.”

Your head dropped onto the mattress, your tail wagging unconsciously as he added another finger, stretching you wider. You closed your eyes, trying to block out his annoying voice, but your ass wiggled back against him, betraying your need for more. “Fucking hell,” you whimpered, completely undone.

He laughed, the sound deep and rich. “Told you. After I finish with your pussy, I’ll give that ass some love too. They don’t call me the dickmaster for nothing.” His voice was maddening, but the way his fingers curled inside you made you forget how much you wanted to punch him.

Your ears flicked back, frustration mingling with desire. If only he would shut the fuck up, you would’ve come already – twice, even.

“Babe, you want my load that bad?” Adam cooed, his voice breathy as his cock twitched inside you. “You wanna be my cum dump?” he chuckled, fingers and cock working in perfect, relentless tandem.

“Sh-sh-shut up,” you moaned, voice low and trembling as your walls tightened around both his cock and his fingers. You were so close, teetering on the edge.

If he would just stop talking...

He pulled his fingers out of your ass, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness. His wet fingers gripped your hips, pulling your ass up higher as he pressed his weight down on you. Then, he started to fuck you hard – exactly the way you liked it – each brutal thrust forcing you down into the bed.

Your breath came in broken gasps, each thrust stealing the words from your lips as his cock filled you completely, forcing your slick walls to stretch for him. The bed creaked and groaned under you, matching the wet slap of skin on skin, the rhythmic pounding filled the room. Your stomach clenched, thighs quivering as you squeezed your eyes shut, knowing you were about to explode.

When his cock hit your g-spot again and again, your moan rose low and long, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You babbled incoherently, swearing and pleading for him to fill you.

And he did.

He always fucking did.

Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded your pussy, painting your insides as the pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. You were wrecked, ruined, and thoroughly fucked – just the way you wanted it.

He pushed your body down, rolling you onto your back and stretching your thighs wide apart like he was prepping a canvas for his masterpiece. The thrill of being exposed sent shivers down your spine, and before you could catch your breath, his lips found your aching, sensitive clit.

His fingers dove into your cum-soaked folds, the squelching sounds echoing in the air, making you feel like a goddamn wet sponge. You were so close to the edge of another orgasm that your muscles quivered with anticipation. Your head tilted back, pressing against the bed, and you gasped as warmth flooded out of you, mingling with Adam’s thick, syrupy load.

“OH FUCK, FUCK!” you cried out, fingers curling tightly against the bedsheets, heels digging into the mattress like you were trying to anchor yourself to sanity. His mouth continued to suck at your oversensitive bud, relentless and teasing, even as you drenched him with your essence.

You peeked open your eyes to find him grinning like a kid in a candy store, his face glistening with your juices, and it sent a fresh wave of heat rushing to your core. The feeling of him latching onto you was intoxicating, pushing you to new heights as your walls pulsated around his fingers, unable to tell whether this was yet another orgasm or simply an extension of the last.

“ADAM!” you screamed, practically sobbing as your body jolted and convulsed under his ministrations. Pleasure poured over you, and your breath came in heavy gasps, your mind slipping into a blissful haze. His fingers curled perfectly inside you, mashing your g-spot like he was playing some twisted game of whack a mole, keeping you suspended in a state of everlasting pleasure.

The last thing you registered before the world faded away was Adam moaning your name, his voice vibrating through your very core like a damn choir.

When you fluttered your eyes open again, your body was still bare and sprawled out like a starfish on the bed. You heard that familiar sound of suckling, and looking down, you couldn’t help but groan at the sight – his familiar mop of brown hair nestled between your thighs, still focused on drinking you up like a man starved for 40 days and 40 nights.

Pleasure washed over you in soft, slow strokes as Adam continued to eat you out. “How long have you been down there?” you asked, voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.

His head popped up, lips and chin glistening with your arousal. “Dunno, but they do call me the ultimate pussy eater,” he said with a cheeky grin, like he was the fucking king of the world.

You dropped your head back against the bed, trying to stifle a laugh. “No, they don’t,” you muttered, breath hitching as his tongue parted your slick folds again. “Fuck, we can’t keep doing this,” you whined, instinctively opening your thighs wider to give him better access.

His fingers gripped your hips, anchoring you as his tongue burrowed deeper into your pussy, pressing against your inner walls, exploring every inch like he was on some treasure hunt.

Naturally, he didn’t listen to your protests. He continued to slurp and lick, devouring you like a feast, and you should have stopped him.

You really should have.

But as a jolt of pleasure shot up your spine, tingling all the way to your core, a soft, breathy moan escaped your lips.

Fuck, this was bad. You had come to the hotel knowing you had little self-control around him, and at this rate, you were destined to fuck him every day.

Your body, soft and pliant, refused to budge; instead, you pushed your hips deeper into his mouth. “Fuck you,” you murmured weakly, as he coaxed another sultry moan from your lips. “This will be the last fucking time, I swear,” you insisted, squeezing your eyes shut as he pushed you closer to the edge of pleasure.

But deep down, you knew you had said it was the last time so many fucking times that you’d lost count of your own vows.

You hated him, yes.

But fuck him and fuck yourself.

You didn’t hate this.

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starlightshadowsworld · 4 months ago

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My thoughts on Bsd chapter 117

Spoilers below

I knew it!

Well not really but I knew Bram being here had something to do with Akutugawa. That's his godamn coat.

... Wait nooo.. Nooo! Fuck you don't make me watch Bram die again.

Aya trying to mean to lessen the blow. Bram feeling like he failed her. The flashbacks to his daughter...

"One day I'll carry you on my back"

Devastating how dare you.

Honestly considering how seriously Akutugawa keeps his promises, this seems like a good idea.

Ayyy Kunikida!

I do love how we're leaning into making Fukuchi some eldritch horror. Because fundamentally he should not exist.

Because it goes against everything. He is not of this world, of course his very existence fills you with dread.

I didn't think one look would take out Junichiro tho.

Kunikida filled with absolute terror and still having the strength to say what are you, fuck he's so cool.

Oh... Fukuchi can talk. Kinda ruins the vibe a little tbh but okay that's a choice.

"I am all. I am none." I am justice. I am the night. I am Batman.

I agree Kunikida what is going on at this airport? Everyone in Bsd talks about shit going on in the Train station but that is nothing compared to whatever this is.

Public transport man don't use it in this universe. Or any transport to be honest.

I love that Fyodor's just standing here not saying a word like okay fine you can have this one.

Ohhh ohh why did he sneak up on him ahhh nooo. Also you can't see one of Kunikida's hands and I am concerned.

Oh yeah this is the first time anyone in the Agency but Atsushi and Fukuzawa have dealt with Amenogozen.

Someone really should've told the others this fucker lives up to his name as the space time sword.

Atsushi you might wanna go the other way, whatevers going on there isn't looking so good.

Thank you Kunikida, see why don't we all just pack up our shit and leave.

"Tanizaki when I give the signal use your ability to escape"

You know this means whatever comes next is going to have everyone be like erm actually it could just be Junichiro's special ability.

Asagiri knows this fandom to well.

... AHHH!!!??!????? WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

KUUNNNIIIKIIIIIDAAAAA!!!

That better have been Junichiro's ability I swear to God nooooo! OHH AND ATSUSHI GOT THERE TOO LATE

Whyyyy why would you do this?!

Ohhh his hands are melting I'm like actually crying.

I feel like this itself is a sign that those killed by Amenogozen can come back because no one dies in this series. Because there's no way Asagiri would just kill Kunikida off... I hope.

Atsushi grabbing Junichiro out of harms way like that must've been the hardest decision to make to go.

"Fantastic move"

He's so proud of them.

Very confusing statement from Fukuchi that this blade shouldn't be able to harm Kunikida(?) as it stabs him. I don't know what this line means, if it's meant to mean anything.

Literally paralleling lines to when we thought Kunikida died in the helicopter soo... I dunno what to think anymore.

Also during the helicopter thing, Kunikida essentially told Junichiro that he was in charge... And now Junichiro's had to watch him maybe die again.

The shot of his notebook on the ground is just foul.

Atsushi no it's not you're fault!

I share the sentiment Junichiro I really do.

... THE SWORDS ABOVE HIS HEAD WHATF THE HELL?!

And it ends.

I don't think they'll get Junichiro too but Atsushi was alone in the epilogue.... Oh no.

#bsd 117 #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga spoilers #bsd 117 spoilers

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madrone33 · 3 months ago

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THE WISDOM SAGA IS OUT AHHHH

It was SO much better than I anticipated. Like, I knew it'd be amazing to listen to - 'cause practically all of Jorge's stuff is - but I was less attached to Telemachus as a character than Ody, so while I was settled in for a fun time I wasn't as invested as I had been for the previous sagas.

Little. Did. I. Know.

HOW DO THE SAGAS JUST KEEP BEING SO GOOD LIKE WHAT JORGE DO YOU SLEEP

Anyway, now that it's officially out for everyone, here's 1000+ words worth of excited screeching/rambling/word vomit from my immediate reaction to the audio, when it released at midnight for me! (I'm australian, so I got it 15 hours ahead of the americans lol, but also means I hadn't seen the animatics from the Live at this point)

Also, heads up there's a lot of swearing and I wasn't very coherent, 'cause my brain-to-type filter was non-existent at midnight while in the middle of a HYPE adrenaline rush lol

I feel so awake rn, even though it's midnight lol.

Started smiling as soon as I heard him. He sounds so GOOD!! MICO you're knocking it out of the park!

"Come and give me a sign!" Ayyy the Athena motif!!

Ooh they merged MICO's audition way of saying "if you're dead... or just tooo far"!

"Can I do whatever I takes to keep my mum safe?" aww don't worry bebe Athena's coming!

"Where is the man who'll have to wife?" ooh they really did use the Man of the House lines!

And they dropped that it's been 20 years! That's good, a proper timeline needed to be established at this point or newcomers might get confused.

ohhh shit! That growled "Boy!"

(Also, edit from after I watched the Livestream: HE DID NOT JUST THROW A BOWL AT MY BOY OH HELL NO-)

"Why don't you open her room so we can" oh FUCK OFF ANTINOUS!

oh the LINE! The CHAMP line!

"If I fight this monster" THS MONSTER! It changed from those monsters to this monster, because while he might be having fun thinking of conquering distant monsters out in the world, the real monster is living in his home and he needs his father's strength more than ever and AHHH

(Another edit from post Live: he decided to fight for his mum's honour and thought he'd get a beatdown or DIE in the attempt and STILL put his fists up oh my goddd!! And also, HIM STEPPING INTO THE SPIRIT OF HIS FATHER AHHH)

Ok I hate Antinous already. Like, I really love his voice, it's perfect, Ayron did amazing, but Antinous? What the FUCK! FUCK HIM! And I decided I love Telemachus. He sounds so helpless in that last line 🥺 ATHENA STEP IN!

Listening to Little Wolf now! Oh god I'm scared for Tele

(Edit post Live: YOOO IT'S FULL ON STREET FIGHTER STYLE!)

"Wanna entertain me?" oh EW Antinous!

I just have a permanent stink face on rn lol

"Wanna entertain me?" Still ew, but also aww he didn't do the growl like in the demo

Clock sound effect! ATHENA!!!

she's giving TE/MO type vocal vibes, more than Act 1 Athena lol

"What's going on here??" lmao he's confused about Quick-Thought, like ody wasn't

"Uppercut him. Now." AYYYY FIGHT ADVICE

she's doing the verse melody but for him!

wait what'd she say? "I've no respect for bullies! Those who [something something] will!"

SHE CALLED HIM A DOG HA! What's a dog to a wolf hey antinous >:)

"One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined!" awww Athena <3

YES!! SHE'S SINGING THE CHORUS BUT IN HIS FAVOUR!!

the HARMONIES!!

"Oooh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard..." lol she's too used to ody who is used to her

oh FUCK OFF antinous!

"Tell me, Athena, why you came to my aid..." wait WAIT HE SUNG THE "what keeps you up so late at night myyy friend?" MELODY??? HOLY SHIT!!

Ok that was awesome. We'll Be Fine time!

SHE CALLED ODY HER FRIEND!!

OMG SHE'S DOING THE "MIIIND" RIFF!!

awww she regrets <3

NO THE "SLEEP AT NIGHT" CALLING BACK TO ALL THOSE TIME ODY COULDN'T SLEEP FROM REGRET

omg but her HIGH notes

ooh? 👀 The line changed from "sailed to an island" to "and I didn't die?? What does this mean for HTD's "I heard he's on a diplomatic mission" line?

oh now HIS high notes!!

THEIR HARMONIES!!

awww their motifs mixing! <3 <3

(Edit post Live: lmao him trying to lean on her shoulder and accidentally falling through her instead XD)

Well that was nice! Time for LIP... What am I in for bro

AHA I was RIGHT! The music from the cover art reveal IS here at the start of this song!

OH HOLY HSIT NOT HIS "REMEMBER ME" OMG WAIT GO BACK

The "ohhhh" motif from Remember Them!

TIME DIVE! WITH LYRICS!

oh yo! THESE scenes! We called the Sirens, Scylla, and Thunder Bringer on the discord, but the lines that are being used are INTERESTING

(Edit post Live: the animatics are going CRAZY this saga!)

calypso time...

Ooh calypso's voice is much gentler than the snippets! (I'm determined to not let my bias against her character in the Odyssey colour how I feel about her performance, because Wangui is a lovely person, and her voice is beautiful.)

lmao the awkwardly long pause and then "... ANWAYS!" is always funny XD

the electronic elements when she reveals what she is!

"Time can take a heavy toll." uh oh what's that mean

Damn not the "all I hear are screams"-

...

... holy fuck. Um. My jaw literally dropped what. What. Ok first, her "ody" fuck that. Second, the LEDGE?? Um. UM. I need to rewind please

Oh shit

Oh my goddd JUST LET HIM GO

NOT THE OPEN ARMS NO WHAT THE FUCK NOT POLITES OMG EURYLOCHUS OH FUCK ANTICLEA TOO OH SHIT

no him calling for athena! 😭

the slow clock omgggg

YES GO HELP HIM HE NEEDS HELP

... wait I need to rewind wait shit I'm shaking

ok. Pause. That was.

I guess I called correctly, but it turned out to be a BIT of an understatement when I said there'd be an UNEXPRECTED EMOTIONAL MOMENT! What the FUCK. Oh god that was incredible and I teared up and ah fuck wtf fuck who gave him the RIGHT

TIme for God Games. Shit. Am I ready for Beast Mode Zeus??? No. But I'm doing it anyway! :D

ok that was beautiful. Also her calling him "father" was unexpected but welcome

"... Odysseus." commander motif!!

god I love his voice but I hate him

ok I love how he says "AphroDITE!" I'm smiling, I'm getting into this

also, wait why does he say "or" instead of "and" like the snippets did?

The voice teasers! Ah shit I can't believe I'm going to HEAR THEIR VERSES IN A FEW SECONDS WHAT. Also Hera's voice is VERY interesting!

Apollo? YO?? Wait wait I have to go back and actually listen to the words lmao his voice is cool!

oh the sirens??

Huh. I... don't really get that logic? Athena just said "yeah but they had it coming and now they'll know better" and he replied "understandable have a nice day"?

wow what is that accent? Lemme go back and understand lol

damn those went by quick. Also, not what I'd thought their issues would be. Tho I think someone called the sirens one!

ooh wait I've always loved aphrodite's, this is BEAUTIFUL. I need to go back to the start of the song so I can get her full impact after pausing so much.

ohhh she's the first one to reject athena!

Ares!!

"HOLD YOUR TONGUE NOW! HIS SON'S MY FRIEND!"oop you done fucked up ares

oh I LIKE hera's voice! It's kinda airy but still hella powerful!

damn my jaw hurts from smiling

I hear cheering 👀

ohhh THAT'S what he meant by "or"! Athena was supposed to face either the five gods or Zeus?

"You DARE to defy me!" DAMN Zeus! That growl!

THUNDER BRINGER CHORUS!

lightning bolt to the face lmao

oh? The Wotm motif?

wait. Is the. Is this the "anime character on brink of death thinks of their friends and powers up" moment???

(Edit post Live: shit, zeus. Someone call CPS)

"Let him go..." oh wait that's IT?? NO WHAT SHIT

... lemme hear that end bit again.

WAIT reading through the comments and JORGE'S DAD VOICES HEPHAESTUS?? HOLY SHIT THAT'S EPIC! Now we just need his sister lol.

Oh that's right, I can see the cast now! Brandon McInnis as Apollo, POSEY as Hera, and Mike Rivera as Hephaestus. Nice.

It's 1 am now. Holy shit that was a wild ride. Damn. Hats off to Jorge and all the cast and editors and EVERYONE, that was absolutely incredible!! 💙🙌🏼🎉

... but also JORGE! WHEN I CATCH YOU JORGE-

#epic the wisdom saga spoilers #epic the wisdom saga #epic the musical #odysseus #telemachus #athena #antinous #calypso #zeus #apollo #hephaestus #aphrodite #ares #hera #immediate reactions #my posts #long post #tw sui attempt #tw swearing

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nortism · 9 months ago

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doctor who liveblog pt 39

s7 ep13 nightmare in silver

- classic heads poking out the door one by one

- i’ve not seen classic who but that guy looks the amalgamation of all their doctors

- always the fucking cybermen

- hello warwick davis

- obviously they’re gonna wander off

- uh oh cyberman

- uh oh cyberbugs

- uh oh the cyberman got the little kid

- no blowing up this planet is good advice tbh

- uh oh half cybermen.

- uh oh he got cybered

- they really need a new companion handbook so clara can get how serious cybermen are

- oh that is quite a few cybermen

- oh no the most thing didn’t work

- porridge is the emperor?!

- i think i would have taken him on up on the marriage proposal

s7 ep14 the name of the doctor

- ayyy gallifrey

- oh the first doctor hello

- omg all the classic doctors

- impossible girl lets go

- MADAME VASTRA!!

- RIVER!! i’ve been wondering where she got to

- trenzalore sounds like an anti depressant

- JENNY?!!?!::)/£ NOOOOOO

- oh i don’t like these guys

- what do u mean an ex, u guys just got married??

- uh oh he’s crying, this is unsettling

- oh shit we’re going to the doctor’s grave

- the tardis always the most sensible person around

- oh giant tardis

- hello river

- RIVER’S GRAVE?!

- yay jenny

- oh this fucking guy again

- this is not good

- JENNY NOOOO

- strax omg

- omg clara no

- oh she said the line

- goodbye river

- ohhh the leaf

- this whole name business feels very much like a trans allegory

- hello john hurt as the doctor

mini episode - the night of the doctor

- i’ve been told there’s other mini episodes but this is the one that’s on iplayer

- not sure i got that but crazy stuff

the day of the doctor

- ooh the old intro

- she’s a teacher now??

- WITH BILLIE PIPER???

- also hello david tennant or whatever

- hello billie piper??

- is this meant to be rose?!

- wait she’s the conscience??

- ohhhhhh

- i forgot he married elizabeth i

- oh hello painted david tennant

- david what has happen to your hair?!?

- this is so silly

- uh oh zygons

- jack harkness mention!!

- NO CLARA!!

- yes then clara !!

- that’s a lot of dead children

- ofc the door was unlocked

- ALLLL THIRTEENNNNNN

- oh this is hype as hell

- ohhh the war doctor turning into nine

- i think i supposed to know who the curator is but i don’t

- that was a crazy crossover, i loved it. i just wish eccelston didn’t hate being the doctor bc i would have liked it if all three of them showed up

the time of the doctor

- oh yes fake dating subplot

- ohhh gallifrey

- oh great the silence

- the tardis should work by remote

- oh great the wall crack

- shitttt trenzalore

- oh he pulled a the parting of ways on clara

- how has he aged??

- oh he’s only got a finite number of lives, like a cat

- not again, poor clara

- oh he’s old old

- oh bonus regeneration power

- that’s not peter capaldi??

- oh he’s still cooking

- aww amelia

- AMY 😭😭

- oh the bow tie

- PETER CAPALDI!! i hope he treats clara better bc my girl has been through the wars

- tragic we didn’t get to see him looking awkward in the bow tie, that’s always my favourite part of each regeneration

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mintymelty · 5 months ago

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YHS: A Serialization [] 7. Hungry Like the Wolf

╰┈➤ ❝ [Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran] ❞

⇗𝙲𝚑��𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚢⇖-

💙: Kat “Kathy”

🌻: Evan

🧨: James Ashton

📼: E.V.

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📼: “Nice of you to show up this century.”

🧨: “YEAH. ARE YOU DONE GETTING BULLIED BY THOSE TWO GIRLS??”

🌻: “Hey! I was just showing- Wait what?”

📼: “The pink one and the cerulean one. They were teasing you about something…”

🌻: “Oh… uh yeah they were- well SHE was-“

Evan pointed his stubby little finger at me.

🌻: “She said my spiritual color was WHITE. As in WHITE PICKET FENCES.”

💙: “Hey! It’s not a “spiritual color”, it’s… the color of your vibe… and you said the picket fence part!”

🌻: “Ohh.. diD I dO thAt??”

💙: “YES! OMG why is your SpongeBob impersonation kinda good tho…”

🧨: “AHEM. CONCERT.”

James motions his head over towards the band equipment.

🌻: “Ohhh yeahhh! We’ll be playing Nirvana and, um, there was this other band E.V. suggested-“

📼: “Duran Duran.”

🌻: “Yeah!”

💙: “Cool, it’s like the Revolutionary War all over again! Brits vs. Americans.”

📼: “Except this time the British actually have a fighting chance.”

🌻: “As much as I think Nirvana is underrated, Duran Duran has a song I think you’ll like a lot!”

💙: “Which is…?”

🌻: “Once again, it’s a secret!” It’s more memorable if you don’t know.”

📼: “All will be revealed… in The Exiled Angels concert. That will happen-“

🧨: “NOW.”

The noise from the sudden crowd outside finally pierced through the garage door. They were awfully talkative for, like, a dozen people.

🌻: “Okay okay! Kat, could you go through my house to get to the front? We’re planning on doing a dramatic reveal with the garage door.”

💙: “Sure! But could I ask James something real quick?”

🌻: “Go ahead. I still need to set up my instruments.”

💙: (Instruments… as in plural? Whatever.)

💙: “James-“

🧨: “WHAT.”

💙: “Ahh… so how’s your family?”

🧨: “FINE. WHY?”

💙: “Well, I head from Liv that your-“

🧨: “He’ll be ok.”

💙: “…I see…”

(James doesn’t look too happy talking about the incident. I should do my own research online, surely some news outlets might have something I’m missing…)

💙: “Well, good luck on the concert! I hope your friend/brother gets well soon!”

🧨: “…”

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Well, THAT was awkward.

I’m not a good detective, am I? If I was in a police procedural, the perps would scare me out of the room… Oh well. I already got the victim’s info, that should be enough for Kim.

…and WHY is she so nosy, anyways? Doesn’t she have, like, homework to worry about?

Whatever. Time to go outside to wait.

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🐏: “WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY??”

💥💥*BANG BANG BANG*💥💥

Jebidiah Smith bangs his hands on the garage.

💙: “Umm… hello?-“

🐼: “Heeyyyy girrlllll! Can you tell your BOYTOY to hurry up? We’re trying to shake some ASS out here!!”

💙: “WOAH! What happened to not wanting a noise complaint?”

🐼: “Girlll who CARES?? We’re teens, lighten up a little!”

The crowd grows restless. I have to do something… oh look! A convenient cooler to stand on!

💙: “EVERYONE! Calm down! Evan and the… Fallen Demons- whatever they’ll be out shortly, my GOSH.”

Wow. They actually listened. Yayyyyy.

🤓: “… who farted?”

💥𝘽𝘼𝙉𝙂!💥

With a strum of an electric guitar, Evan reignited the fire of the crowd.

🌻: “Sorry it took so long, folks! We had some technical issues but now we’re ready to PART-AYYY!!

👥: “WOOOOHHOOOOOO!!”

🌻: “This first one’s for you, Kat!”

Evan pointed. The crowd instinctively turn to look at me.

💙: “Me? Did I do something?”

🌻: “Yeah! I’ll admit, I was kinda nervous before the show started, but you made me feel better, so this first cover… “Rio” by Duran Duran is for YOU!!”

◁◁ ► ▷▷

You know, I never really was a huge fan of concerts, surprisingly enough. Like, I usually ADORE high energy situations, but concerts felt.. suffocating.

…But THIS? Duran Duran? Evan playing the bass guitar AND a piano at the same time?

I could get used to this. Even the Nirvana shilling.

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Bang.

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… 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝟿:𝟷𝟹 𝙿.𝙼…

…𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙽𝚘. 𝟸𝟶𝟹𝟹 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎s 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜…

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝟷𝟾 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝙲𝙿𝙳 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐: 𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝚈𝙴𝚂.

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗.

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#itsfunneh yandere high school #itsfunneh yhs #yhs #itsfunneh yhs: a serialization #mcyt #I. AM. SO. SORRY. FORTHEDELAY #pixel art #mcytblr #mcytumblr #itsfunneh #yandere #yandere high school

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istariot · 5 months ago

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> 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙳 𝙶𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙳 !!

and as promised i bring you ZHANG XIAOTIAN, pathological liar, pyro-hobbyist, and devil chilling on your shoulder. below the cut is a little disjointed overview but you can check out more here ! i'll be floating about im's to plot with everyone ( slowly getting back to everyone who messaged already ! ), but feel free to like this post and i'll come your way posthaste !

i. information you may care about:

zhang xiaotian ( Rh1 ) is really just kind of existing.

the family business is all about that construction and steel manufacturing life, hence the chiseled jaw and aversion to manual labor.

he's spent the majority of his youth in a boarding school for wealthy wayward youth, following in his brother's footsteps since it seems to be a rite of passage for this family ( ...plus the kid just couldn't stop setting shit on fire and that really did need to be addressed in a structured environment ).

his brothers have been in this intense game-of-thrones-style rivalry his entire life and honestly he's just here to vibe so he doesn't really get involved ( except for this one time, but it was all alleged and mostly just some nasty rumors that he played a minor role in spreading but that's beside the point ).

said rivalry is pretty much what got xiaotian heading to snu in the first place ( along with father dearest's cash money ). casualty of war and all that.

the king's club is probably the only club he's managed to stay in throughout the entirety of his college career.

and it's not for lack of trying. he did all that he could to sabotage himself, lose friends, and alienate others and yet here he is your 2016 white rook ( his initiation was seriously lacking red carpet fanfare but its whatevs ).

on the bright side he had more fun tormenting initiates than he does embarrassing his father publicly, so he didn't mind sticking it out long enough to barely graduate ( below average ayyy lmao ) and roll into the nice cushy job his eldest brother created for him because we love a little nepotism.

ii. information you didn't ask for but you're going to get anyway:

certified yapper. physically can't shut the fuck up. believe about 82% of what comes out of his mouth.

would totally sleep his way to the top if he could. but for now he's satisfied with just sleeping his way into whoever is willing to let him crash at their place until he figures out what the hell is going on with all of his credit cards ( he suspects identity theft or something ).

his hobbies include long walks by the han river, spending exorbitant amounts at luxury grocery stores on random weekdays at 2:15pm specifically, and minding your business.

thankfully, he has grown out of his klepto phase but is not opposed to showing off his skills like a fun party trick when needed.

is completely capable of reading the room, but actively chooses not to. the whole no-filter thing doesn't really help either. his favorite pastime is figuring out how to offend each member of the king's club in a new and exciting way.

thinks cilantro tastes like soap. not really all that important, he just thought you should know.

oh, and it's probably a good idea to keep him away from flammable materials.

iii. some present day tidbits:

currently manager of operations for one of his father's smaller materials manufacturing subsidiaries but honestly he could not tell you what his title means or what it is exactly he's supposed to be doing. he just kind of sits in on meetings and looks handsome, but he's boosting morale and that's kind of all that matters.

is pretty late to this whole case reopening news and really is trying to figure out how everyone found out about it before him. who started the groupchat and why was he not invited?

now what happened to hyungseo was unfortunate, but he had nothing to do with it. he might've said something to try to shake him up in passing during one of the rituals, but there wasn't a single recruit he hadn't messed with back then. and even if he did know something about the whole thing, it's not like he'd tell it. at least not the truth about it. in fact, he doesn't even know what you're talking about. what rituals? what club? ...by the way can he borrow some money for the bus — kidding, kidding ( it's for his rideshare actually he just figured out how the app works ).

iii. information for plotting purposes?

if it wasn't obvious i'm still figuring this lil guy out, but i think it's best to plot on a canon-by-canon basis? but just to throw some random plot ideas out there —

blasts from his past with the teen delinquent squad ( think bling ring but without all the publicity ), fling, friend of a fling, and flings twice removed, friends of his eldest brother ( the guy is wrapped up in snu alum activities and spends a substantial amount of time with the business school, so totally plausible that he's done some mentoring and your muse has no idea how those two are even remotely related ), someone who's interested in his father's business dealings ( barking up the wrong tree with him but tian will bite and be the best source of misinformation he can be ), extracurricular activity buddies with strong livers, business associates ( can he copy your homework or something because someone is asking him for accrual data and he might just cry ), and maybe a few fellow daredevils that love a good thrill ( cliff diving anyone? no? too soon? )

i've got some other random things in mind and am so hype to get brainstorming so i'll just end things here and start floating about. thanks for making it to the end of this ramble and for that i'm going to give you a tian peptalk pov free of charge !

#> 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝙰𝚁. ( seriously this time )

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silverbladexyz · 2 years ago

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ayyy helloo silver! it's been a while since i slid into your askbox👀 ahah

about the stormbringer character requests,, how about a first kiss with pianoman? (or any character of your preference), but with a dash of spice? ;) sjsjsjs i hope this is not too abstract

Ayyy indeed it has been a while! And oya oya oya?👀 I like how your mind works 😏

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Suggestive content, mentions of past relationships for Pianoman. Please don't read if you are not comfortable with it. Also sorry if it’s bad ;w;

First kiss with Pianoman (with a dash of spice)

"Oh, right! Y/N! You've been dating Pianoman for a few months now, how's your relationship with him?" Albatross suddenly said, lips curled up into an energetic smile. You startled a bit at the sudden question, but you smiled back. You were currently hanging around with a few members of the Flags, chilling and talking about whatever came to mind.

"It's good. We haven't gone on a date in a while since we've both been busy, but we're still going as strong as ever. In fact, it still seems like it was just yesterday when he confessed to me." Albatross's smile widened as you spoke.

"That reminds me, this must be your first relationship that you've ever had, right? How is Pianoman treating you? I hope he's not as clueless as you when it comes to relationships!" You laughed as Lippmann lightly whacked Albatross on the head.

"I assure you, everything's fine. He treats me well, and he does have more experience than me when it comes to relationships. But don't tell him that he's my first, because it'll make me seem inexperienced and awkward."

Albatross leaned forward, eyes shining with curiosity.

“So? Is he a good kisser? I’ve heard a few tales from his previous relationships that he was particularly well-versed in that area, but I want to hear it from you. It adds more spice to the stories!”

Your cheeks burned as you thought about the idea of Pianoman kissing you. Not that you minded, it was just that you were so inexperienced that anything involving romantic affection made you flustered and awkward. Even the act of kissing him on the cheek took you a long time to get used to.

“W-We haven’t even had our first kiss yet. The farthest we’ve gone to is just kissing each other on the forehead.” Now that you thought about it, you seemed more inexperienced and awkward by the minute. This must’ve been the longest relationship that Pianoman had been in without a kiss. You were surprised that he hadn’t brought it up yet.

“Ohoho? That’s a first! Usually Pianoman doesn’t last a few weeks into a relationship without a kiss! You must be quite special for him to last for several months! Hey, if you need any tips on kissing, just ask Lippmann! I’m pretty sure he’s had enough experience on the topic already!” Lippmann chuckled a little, and Chuuya clicked his tongue, glaring at everybody.

“You all are starting to disgust me.”

“Oh? Is it because you’re jealous that nobody wants you yet?~”

“Shut the hell up! I’ve never said anything of that sort!”

“But you didn’t deny it~. Hey everyone! Chuuya’s jealous because nobody wants to date him!”

“I said shut up already!”

You smiled as you watched them all banter with each other, however the thought still lingered in the back of your mind.

~~~

“You’ve been a bit quiet today. Is something on your mind?” You were leaning against Pianoman on the coach, your head on his shoulder. Normally, you would’ve engaged in small conversation with him, but today you had just sat with him in comfortable silence. Not that he minded though.

“You know you can tell me anything.” You bit your lip, albeit a bit nervously as you thought how to express your thought without being too embarrassing.

“Well...” you started, your cheeks starting to burn a little. “We’ve been dating for a few months now, and everything has been going well, but... we haven’t even kissed yet. A-and I’ve never been in a relationship before. Ever.” You took a breath before continuing.

“But I’ve been thinking about it, and simply speaking... I want to kiss you.”

You held your breath, awaiting his answer.

But what you didn’t expect was for him to laugh a little and stare at you with adoration in his eyes. You stared back at him with a slightly confused look on your face.

“Oh, phew. I thought that it was something much more serious, like you wanted to break up with me.” You huffed playfully, whacking him on the shoulder. Pianoman chuckled, but he placed his thumb and his index finger on your chin, tilting it up to meet his face.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he whispered. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded, and he slowly started leaning in. Your heart was beating loudly, but you maintained calm. You weren’t going to run away this time.

His lips met yours, and your chest burst into an explosion of feelings.

Closing your eyes, you kissed him back. His more experienced lips guided yours in a dance, melting and moulding into each other, and you didn’t even have to worry about messing the kiss up since Pianoman was taking the lead. Your hand came up to grasp at his shirt, while his fingers threaded through your hair. He tasted impossibly sweet, like honey that was freshly made. Nothing could ever replace him; you were drunk on his taste and his taste only.

You broke apart from the kiss, flushed and panting. Pianoman smiled, his hand slowly sliding down to cup your cheek.

“Wow... that was... incredible.” You chuckled. You looked in your boyfriend’s eyes, full of love and affection. A moment passed before you leaned in and captured his lips in another kiss.

Pianoman was a bit surprised, but he quickly reciprocated the kiss, the same sweet taste returning to your lips. This time, the kiss was more passionate, more hungry, yet it still was quite lovely. It didn’t take long for it to become quite heated.

His teeth nibbled slightly on your lower lip, and you opened your mouth slightly. His tongue entered and you tried to fight for dominance, but as he was more experienced than you he won the battle easily. His tongue explored your mouth, his teeth sometimes grazing your lips. You didn’t mind losing the battle; because as long as you were with him nothing else mattered anymore. Your arms came up around his neck, his encircled around your waist, and your hand came up to pull slightly at his soft and silky hair. He let out a small moan, and you blushed a little at how deep and sexy that was.

Pianoman broke the kiss, but he wasn’t done yet. He immediately started peppering a trail of butterfly kisses on your jawline, slowly making his way down towards your neck as you giggled at the ticklish feeling. You gasped as he bit down on the sweet spot on your neck, leaving a mark. His tongue licked at it, causing you to shudder in pleasure.

A moan left your lips, making you immediately blush afterwards at how loud and lewd it was, but Pianoman only chuckled. Your tiny whimpers and moans drove him crazy as he marked your neck, knowing exactly which spots to bite to make you squirm. You tilted your head up, begging him to give you more, which he obliged. He then moved onto your collarbone, the bruises getting darker as his more possessive side came out. He wanted to show the world that you were his, and his only.

Pianoman’s cunning and sneaky fingers had already unbuttoned a few buttons on your shirt. He slid one side of it off your shoulder, and immediately moved on to the newly exposed area. You shuddered as he planted kisses on the sensitive skin, each touch sending your mind whirling.

“Mm... mmph!” You let out a small squeak as you felt his teeth on your shoulder, and tried your best to hold back the rather inappropriate sounds that threatened to spill from your mouth. You felt him smirk against your skin as he laid another hickey on your shoulder, successfully drawing another moan out of you. You grasped the front of his shirt and pulled him closer; you needed him so much right now. He chuckled, his fingers already working to unbutton the rest of your shirt.

“So desperate for me already~”

You were now laying on your back, Pianoman’s arms caging you. He hovered above you with a smirk, looking at your flushed and marked up form with a rather... new emotion in his eyes. One would call it hungry; like how a predator looks at it’s prey.

“Why don’t you say we finish off what we’ve started, hm?~”

Suffice it to say that your body had a lot of marks afterwards~

I’ll leave it to your imaginations on what happened next :)

@pixyys @pianotross @yuugen-benni @nekokinax @angolicious

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd pianoman #piano man x reader #bsd suggestive #bsd flags x reader

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eleven441 · 10 months ago

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The Jetz 1 WWE

(ft. The Bloodline, Jey USO , Tenaya, Naomi and other WWE superstars)

(based on fast an furious, idk which one though 🤷 maybe 6 or 7)

"So how the hell are we gonna handle the black 9's when they roll through!!!" Yelled Jey, my husband.

He was yelling at Sami Zayn, a close family friend. Incase your asking , Jey was yelling it him because we didn't have any weapons in place. We wanted to get back at the Black 9's for ambushing our company for agents , spies and hackers. HE , was in charge of the weapons we needed to get back at em.

The Black 9 is a mafia gang, made up of some of the toughest people ever known. Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, Dominic masterio (aka mop top😆🖕) , JD whatever in one section and sadly... The people in the other section is our family. Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and. Roman Reigns.

Jey was hella mad , but that turned me on , Soo much. He was smoking hot, in his jet black suit and a black bandana in his head. I was wearing some leather black track pants, a grey vest and some sneakers. With a black F1 racing jacket.

"For the last time, I don't know. I've looked everywhere. They were , where they were supposed to be!" Jey looked at him with a furious face and then calmed down. "Look Sami , I just want you to find every weapon you lost, aight!?" He said looking him in the eye."Yes sir" he sighed rolling his eyes.

Jey quickly turned away from him and stormed Into the kitchen were I was. I heard everything because I was in the next room. "So what the FUCK we gonna do now ? " I asked with a slight frown on my face.

" I don't even know baby" He walked to me and pulled my chin to his mouth to give me a sweet little kiss. He also kissed our son. I was holding him in the arms. "Don't worry Jas , daddy gonna figure it out"

Jaseh Safari Fatu🤗💙💕

I know the baby's still young but sheeeesh , he knows alot and he real gangsta. " Yo Tee , im gonna give Montez a call.."

Jey Uso Pov😎

I took out my phone (iPhone) and dialed Montez

Big Ford💲

"Ayyy, Jey , wassup G??"

"Alot Tez , wassup whichu???"

"nothing much , wus going on???"

"Man Sami lost alla my weapons! Now we have nothing to use"

"Damn, that man (laughs) aight come over and we'll talk"

"Ok , see you this evening"

"Yeah G , see you then"

I hung up my phone and put it back in my pocket. All I could do was look at my gorgeous wife and my adorable son. I couldn't help but think of the fact that I was planning on killing my brothers and my cousin. Nah they need to learn their lesson.

Ford , Bianca , and Dawkins are our best friends. We help eachother in everything including this... They need to have their way too. I went over to Tenaya and gave her a rough slap on her fat ass.

"Ow!, Jey" she yelped while feeding Jas. I then took a hand full and squeezed it. "Mmmm baby" I groaned behind her , kissing her neck. "Mmm Jey baby , not now. I don't wanna get wet already..."

I shifted my attention to my son , who was looking up at us with curiosity. Thank goodness he can't talk .He won't remember much , but trust me he has an idea. "I'm gonna pound that pussy later" I said,biting my lower lip. "Okay daddy" she responded.

So I just went to the take a power nap...

Jey Uso -❤️

Jimmy Uso-🗨️

Solo Sikoa - 🔄

Roman Reigns - all

#jey Uso fanfic #jey uso #wwe fangiction #jey uso smut #the bloodline #jimmy uso

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thefandom-casserole · 10 months ago

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Episode 49 Notes-

Heheheh I had a snow day so I got to listen early!!!!!!!!!!!

THE INTRO SONG OMG

We are winning with the dndads music lately hehehe

“Like there’s a Druid in my mind saying it’s gonna be oak” SOBBING

Oak this is a bop actually

Holy shit there were so many things bad that happened to normal lately 😭

They’re in the past!!!!!! Oh my goddddddd

Taylor’s Teen Fact: Taylor was the runner up of the Teen High Teen of the Year award (which Margarita Pizza won). Taylor is a very good cup stacker (third place in a competition)

We forget that Taylor is canonically the most popular kid

Freddie’s facts are always the craziest of all time. I love it

Linc’s Teen Fact: Linc had to do things other than soccer playing so Marco and Grant got him into artsy stuff. Of course he only would pain/sculpt soccer type things. So he decided to start selling them on Next Door (with an account called Foot King). Marco and Grant took him off of the app. He’s a good painter basically

Normal’s Teen Fact: Normal always keeps his hot glue gun on him

Scary’s Teen Fact: Scary doesn’t have a New Years Resolution because she decided it was too resolute (too firm, too definite). She wants to be able to choose whether or not to do something

Daddy Fact: Anthony’s goal is to write a porn thing and he was reached out to by a porn website to write for them. He was gifted a care package (picture as you will)

He’s already written the script 😭

OH SHIT TAYLOR AND SCARY AREN’T WITH THEM

Ooohh AU where they ARE the four horseman of the apocalypse

THE DOLPHIN CULT YAYYYYYYYYYYAGAJAHHSJDND

Sitcom staring the Porpy and Flippy: Cop sidekicks

NO DOOD HAS DOODLERIZED EVERYONEEEEEE

Well Willy did but whatever

Screw Willy

Grill Master the Dolphin!!!!!!! Ayyyyyy

Dang Willy is God

They’re in a five person (well four person now) marriage don’t judge the dolphins!!!!

Awww they’re only like. Fifteen.

Heh Glenn Close/Jodie Foster (a good guy) in charge of Hell, Willy Stampler (a bad guy) in charge of Heaven

Yoooo wait the FBI is apart of the Hell now

Lark still hates Henry omg

Sparrow!!! Omg

Normal and Scary are so similar omg omg omg

Damn Good Omens much

What is it with Willy getting at the Oaks?

OH IS IT BECAUSE THEY HAVE PART OF DOOD IN THEM!?!?!?

“Brother” AYYY THEYRE BACK

The codependents of all time

HENRY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

This dumb spell my goodness I love their debate

Why are they so set on killing Henry 😭

Oh only 49 damage that’s not that bad

TAYLOR BREAKS LARKS ANCLE OMG

Scary noooooooo

SPIDER BOIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Scary’s gonna die 😭 😭 😭 😭

Taylors such an ass omg

Scary got 44 damage

“I say no once in six years of podcasting”

TEHYRE ON FUREEEEEBSJAJAHIWIW

SCARY AND HENRY A DUO I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED

Lark and Sparrow make me so unwell omg

NO LARK LETS GO OF SPARROW NOOOO

Begging for Lark to have a whole thing about Sparrow with Normal

No one catches Lark 😭

Taylor is so funny omg

TAYLOR WITH SPARROW OMG

They seriously are having season one vibes I missed this so much omg

Nooo that was such a good transition

Taylor having his own mini adventure is because they played a Taylor Swift song for their intro

CASSANDRA OH NO

TAYLOR JS GOING TO KILL WILLY IF HE DOES ANYTHING ELSE TO HIS MOM

This whole Taylor thing is giving off BIG Leviathan Fabian vibes with Chungle Down Bim

YOOO THE MARRIAGE THING OMG STRIKES AGAIN

Please say this works

Roll high

Ohh a 12

LINC JUST PRAYED TO WILLY

Voicemail box 😭

Of course Taylor is going to find his name

OMG WAIT FREDDIE’S PLAN WAS LITERALLY OREDICTED BY SOMEONE ON TUMBLR I SWEAR

I DUNNO WHO

BUT MAY APPOLO’S VISION BE UPON YOU OR WHATEVER

Nooooo and it’d be easier for Taylor too because HIS MOM MARRIED WILLY OMG OMG

HIS LAST NAME TECHNICALLY COULD BE STAMPLER MUCH EASIER NOW BECAUSE OF THAT

SCARYA ND HENRY YAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYSGHAHWHSHSHSHSVSAHWJHAHSB

Henry stopppppppp you’re messing with Scary :cccccccc

Nooo scary still has the hat omg oh dear

Oh dear Willy’s God now he could probably control someone’s mind through their sleepppp

Oh god I hate Barry so much. He sucked so much I hate him

AHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHSHHAHSHHSHSH SCARY BEING A SOCCER OEROSN OMG OSBAKAJSH

Taylor squints so hard that someone dies 😭

AYYY THATS CANON

I wonder if he’s gonna get the original daddies as well as the Kiddads

Scary’s pulling what Riz did with Biz ayyyy

Aww that would’ve been sick if he believed her

NO NO DONT TELL HER SHE WAS LIKE YOU FUCK YOU WILLY

FUCKING GET HIM SCARY GET HIS ASS GET EM

Scary just wants attention :ccccc

“Good luck” ANTHONY THAT HAD NO BUSINESS BEING SO OMINOUS OMG

Noooo remembering the thing with the cheese :ccc

I miss early season two

NO THATS WHERE EVERYRHING WITH HERMIE HAPPENED AYLGHHHHHHSVSHHSHS

“YOU BITCH” omg normal 😭

“Give me an L” “You’ve had enough Ls” “I’ll give you one of mine”

No the way it fits the intro

AHHH NORMAL USING HIS CHEER TO CHEER UP LINC

This episode is making me giddy omg /pos

Linc is getting so sad this is worryinggggg. He’s acting like Grantttttt

This whole eye thing is seriously the math questions on my tests

A happy normal is something I’ve missed so so much

I think literally all of these kids (except maybe Taylor) have a guilt complex (Scary/Willy, Normal/Code Purple, Linc/im not quite sure)

DARRYL AUYYYYYAYAYAYYAYAHAHABBSHSJSJS

JODIE AND GLENN YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYABSJAHWH

Omg Jodie and Glenn together 😭

WIAT WAIT OKG WAIT

THE THING THAT MAKES THEM BELIEVE JN SHIT

THE WHOLE THING WITH THE CLOSE FAMILY DID THAT FOR TAYLOR

AND HE GOT THE PERSUASION THING

DOES THAT MEAN THATLL HAPPEN FOR THE OTHER TEENS WHEN THEYRE THING IS COMPLETED

ITS LIKE WHEN IN FH THEY GIT TO REROLL A STAT AFTER SOOHMORE YEAR

Scary looks like Larry!!

Omg Freddie is genuinely so smart omg

HAMILTON AYYYYYYYY

Yam ya

I’m gonna use that

He had a flying spell wowwww

REVERSE GRAVITY AUAGAHHAJAHAHHAHAHJW

OhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHH

Will and me both man

Larry is so cool omg

Dood nooooooo

RONNNNAHGAHAHAHAHHSHS

FUCK YOU WILLY

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUHAGSJSHHAHAAHAHS

Mfer admits that Ron posed a threatttttt

Honey badger waits for no one

I’m gonna start using that too

GO BETH OMG

Willy likes the science kid oh my god I’m gonna sob

Larry gives off church camp vibes

Willy’s doing the spaghetti thing 😭

OMG OMG

WILLY TAYLOR IS GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOI HURY CASSANDRA PIOE THAT HOLY SHIT

“You’d be a lot prettier if you smiled Cassandra” GET HIS ASS TAYLOR GET. HIS. ASS.

You know I hated Willy before

But this is a whole new fucking level

Awww that’s so sweet at the end <33

AHHAHAHAHHAHA THIS EPISODE MAN

I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to wait for the next episode ahhh

IVE LISTENED TO THE ALBUM BUT OMG IM SO EXCITED TO HEAR THE ONE THEYRE RELEASING TO ADVERTISE IT

I’m betting it’s either the Potatoe one or Dead and Gone

Hmmmmm

January 30th!!

Oh screw off siri

AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAIT IS DEAD AND GONE

YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAAYAYAYYAYAYYA

THIS EPISODE IS MT ABSOKUTE FAVORUTE THIS SEASON

#Dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 #I had to delete some of my key smashes so that i could post this within the key limit

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shywhumpauthor · 2 years ago

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Whumpuary Series Pt. 12

Prev. || Masterlist

Ayyy Whumpee’s got a name! Finally!

Cw: torture, burns, gags, restraints, thoughts/acceptance of death, self sacrifice for a cause, kinda sensory deprivation (noise canceling headphones?)

Noah knew their intel was the only thing keeping them alive.

If it wasn’t for the snippets of information tucked in the back of his mind, guarded with the strongest defenses he could muster, Whumper wouldn’t have killed him already. He would have killed him the moment that first day in his office, he would have pulled the trigger. Noah knew the whole spiel, despite how Whumper fixed to cover their intentions.

“Tell me who you work for, Noah, and I’ll let you rest. Tell me this, tell me that, tell me, tell me, tell me, and all your pain will end.”

Spill your secrets and I’ll spill your guts, more like it.

Noah was good at keeping his mouth shut. It’s what had kept him alive for so long, both in the compound and before. He knew there were times where it was better to sit quietly, let whatever was happening happen and pray that the consequences weren’t too awful. Don’t throw kerosene onto a fire unless you want to burn the place down, right? A lesson he had learned rather quickly on, and one he hadn’t forgotten easily. Respectful, submissive silence. Pride, dignity, those had been stripped away from him long ago, so it didn’t matter much now anyways. Whumper could do whatever they wanted to him, and he wouldn’t crack.

If he were to speak, to tell Whumper the words that laid just behind his pressed lips, it would be over. His life would be over, the cause he was willing to sacrifice so much to. Not that his life seemed to matter much in the eyes of, well, everyone, but the cause. He clung onto the cause like a match in the dark, letting it light the small way in front of him, though it did little against the pressing void of unsure.

Noah didn’t want to die. Of course not. But he knew there was only two possible ways out of this, this awful situation. Escape, which was just about as probable as Whumper up and deciding to let him go, or death. The cold release into the unknown. He didn’t want to say he was prepared for it, now could one ever really prepare for the sharp transition from life to death? But the looming fate had become less threatening over time. Almost comforting, in a manner, knowing it would be waiting for him once he was ready to shift from one hell to another. Or rather, when Whumper was ready for him to.

This was Whumper’s game. By keeping their mouth shut, Noah wasn’t refusing to play. They were delaying their turn. There was no timer, no little glass filled with sand ticking down the seconds. It wasn’t just Whumper’s game, it was Whumper’s board. The cards were stacked, dice weighted. The rounds were long and exhausting, grueling in both a physical and mental manner. The end was nowhere in sight

And right now, Whumper was winning the match. They were playing chess, and Whumpee couldn’t even figure out the rules to checkers.

Noah was in a room, not all unlike Whumper’s office. Same minimalistic design, same dark wood furnishing. There were no windows, which wasn’t all that surprising, but the room didn’t give off a cramped, claustrophobic feel like most did.

There was a table in the center, nearly stretching the length of the room, six leather chairs on each side and one at each head. On the table there were a few decorations, open laptops and paperwork, and an odd succulent centerpiece placed to add to the office feel. There were two doors, one on the far short wall and another wider one on the wall left of where Noah was now situated.

People sat around the table, all but three of the fourteen seats occupied. Dressed to business formal, Noah didn’t see a single person without pressed slacks or some sort of tie.

Whumper sat at the seat closest to him, the head of the table, laptop open in front of them. By the way their shoulders moved, Noah could tell they were speaking, but with the headphones pressing tightly over his ears, all sound was muffled and incomprehensible. Not that it really mattered, Noah was sure that even if he could hear, he wouldn’t have been paying much attention.

What was this? The question bounced around his mind, echoing like a rock tossed in a cavern, breaking the muted silence. Nothing much had happened for the last few weeks—the usual torture and interrogation, the pain, the starvation, all stuff Noah was growing increasingly accustomed to. Lashes of the whip didn’t exactly seemed to hit the same—no pun intended—when they fell upon layers of scar tissue and gashed skin. But this morning, two guards had entered their cell in the usual intrusive manner, grabbed their arm and dragged them out into the compound, up the stairs and then up another flight, and eventually into the conference room where they now were.

Their arms were tethered to either side of them, wrists wrapped tightly in bare chains that pinned their limbs directly against the metal bars. They kept having to flex their fingers, the remaining ones, to keep the circulation from cutting off completely. Another chain looped around their neck, though it was looser in comparison the metal still pressed awkwardly against his throat, the links leaving little red marks where they rubbed against the bruise littered flesh. His shirt was gone, an exposure he had grown rather used to in the past months, back forced flush against the radiator. It was warm, uncomfortable, but not yet burning. His back, damaged with scars and gashes alike, scabs that split open with as little as a wrong twitch, ached not only from the position of being forced to sit stretched upright but where the bars individually dug.

Whatever, though. It wasn’t the worst thing Whumper had done to him.

The quiet was almost nice. Almost. No one was looking at him, no one mocking his suffering. Only a soft muted hum managed to slip past the headphones, little wisps of the conversation he wasn’t a part of. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine those wisps becoming the lapping waves of a quiet stream, the trickle of water through a creek. The bars against their back would be the bark, the only pressure against their wrists the cuffs of their sleeves, bunched up slightly so they wouldn’t get wet when they dipped their hand into the quiet waters.

He didn’t close his eyes though. A world of peace, resting just beyond the darkness, but he couldn’t close his eyes. Whumper’s attention wasn’t on him right now, which was a relief of its own, but that could change in a moment. Would change in a moment. It wasn’t a possibility, it was a probability. Bound to occur at one minute or the next, the only variable in the equation was the when.

Noah was good at keeping his mouth shut, but his eyes open. His eyes open, gaze distant to the scene around him, every thought flitting back to the river in his mind. The lapping water free running over the riverbed, the soft breeze cooling the metal slowly heating under his back.

Then Whumper looked back, glancing over their shoulder as they turned in the chair. Their mouth twitched up into a smirk, lips moving with words unheard. They waved a hand across the table behind them, speaking to those sitting around for a moment before pushing up from their seat, and stepping over to Noah’s right. With the way the chain snared his neck, only allowing him a little leverage as he tried to follow Whumper. They stopped at the wall, hand raising to fiddle with some little box built into the wall—Noah was sure he could guess what it was. He forced his gaze back ahead, not giving Whumper the satisfaction of eye contact as they stepped back in front of him.

Noah hoped they would just return to their seat, continue whatever stupid meeting this seemed to be, but luck was clearly not on his side today, as instead Whumper stopped right in front of him, their foot stepping against the short chain that bound Noah’s ankles, pinning his legs. So he wouldn’t kick? Even Whumper knew, he wasn’t that stupid. That would practically be asking Whumper to break their shins, to nail their ankles to the floor with long stakes, take a hammer to his knees, whatever. No, Noah wasn’t that stupid.

Apparently Whumper didn’t seem to agree with him, but that didn’t matter.

Whumper was speaking now, but only a low mumble of sound made it past the headphones. Noah was almost glad, to be honest. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to listen to whatever bullshit Whumper was going to go on about now. Noah’s gaze fell to rest on a point in the distance, just above Whumper’s head. He didn’t want to look at them right now. Not even as Whumper’s hands moved up to their tie, undoing the silk knot before sliding it off their neck. Before Noah could think enough to question, Whumper’s hand shot forwards and grabbed him by the jaw, a small gasp giving them the chance to pry their thumb between Noah’s teeth, and force his mouth open enough to then shove the fabric between his lips.

The chain dug against his neck, skin pinching between the links as Whumper wrenched his head down, nearly choking him as they tied the strip of fabric into a tight knot against the base of his skull.

Whumper pulled back a moment later, their hands retreating and allowing Noah to raise his head. The fabric rested awkwardly between his molars, pressing down his tongue, the foreign object nearly making him gag. Whumper just smirked, raising a single finger to their lips, an undeniable “shhhh” pairing the moment even though Noah couldn’t hear it, and Whumper turned around, taking their seat once more.

And just like that, Noah had been reduced to a shadow, just as much a decoration as the dingy succulent at the table. The cloth didn’t muffle his groans much as the metal behind him heated up, up, up until he could swear it was red hot, searing his flesh with just a graze. If the commotion was a problem, no one at the table acknowledged it as he squirmed and leaned forwards, trying to get a bit of distance between himself and the metal grate, but the chains did not allow such leverage.

He was nothing, sitting there indifferent from the empty air, left to suffer in silence in a room full of people.

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tfw-no-tennis · 1 year ago

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csm ch 145 liveblog !!!

ayyy let's go

damnnnn so public safety fucked up the csm church that fast huh.

and they're conscripting all the teens from the church into their ranks as interns vhbhaduhfsuaif literally stealing the cult's child labor forces lmfao

oh damnnn they know about yoru

oh damnnnnnnn they know how her powers work

I gotta say I have been wondering where public safety has been in this part. we haven't seen much of them until now...I did kinda miss them and their weird kinda scummy wildly varying vibes

'the devil name consultant' wtffff that's cool as hell please tell me more

them already talking abt the csm church in past tense makes me hmmmmmm...I feel like they aren't dead yet. specifically barem, he almost certainly has something more up his sleeve

DENJI SIGHTING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

barem bluescreen lmao

the way he's just getting arrested in broad daylight at this amusement park after he tried to orchestrate the killing of a bunch of children. I have to laugh

sexual assault-chan trying to recruit him lmao that seems to be the #1 way public safety gets employees these days.

or like, ever, honestly

oh damn oh shit I feel like barem is for sure up to something. hhhhh

justice devil is to csm part 2 as buggy the clown is to one piece. shows up early on then just keeps showing up, improbably

oh what the hell this is so cool...the etymology of devils!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yesssssssss so fucking interesting

the implication that there could be (is?) separate fairness and equality devils....suuuper cool oh man

oh shit so the chainsaw man church is somehow breaking the rules of how devils/devil powers/devil contracts work????

are they saying that someone in the church had a justice devil contract and summoned the justice devil/used its powers, despite it having been killed not long ago??? oooh

oh??? NOT the justice devil??? hmmmmm

either that's true and there's another devil afoot (fakesaw man??? where's he at. what's the deal) OR they were right initially and there's some OTHER flavor of fuckery going on

ASA SIGHTING FUCK YES WE ARE WINNING

looooove how even tho asa looks cool as fuck on all the posters and while hunting devils, she's still truly a failgirl bc she (kinda accidentally) became the poster girl for a cult 😭😭 love her sm

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THE FUCKING DOOR GODDDDDDDDDDD STOP THIS I have such bad door PTSD in csm only

OH FUCK ITS PUBLIC SAFETY (PROBABLY) !?!?!?

asa yoru fight scene? please? please? maybe? please?

OH FUCK ASA FUUUUUCK YES

asa beating the failgirl accusations (for now?)

SHE HAS A PLANNNNNNNNNNN and yoru plays a part ooooh oh man ooooooh

LOVE the agency asa has taken regarding her powers. so so cool thematically I wanna talk abt that some time

yoru is like fuck. that's cool. asa is cool. fuuuuuck

yesssss fuck god I love asa and yoru's relationship ngl. so interesting and I really have no idea where it's going. they could end up fighting each other to the death, or fighting someone else to the death FOR each other. time will tell

OHHHH ASA SO COOL

YOSHIDA??????????????????????????????????????

AND ITS YOSHIDA WITH THE STEEL CHAIR GIANT TENTACLE

barem singing kumbaya while getting arrested is SOOOO cult leader of him ngl

denjis like ok that was weird. whatever lets go home. King

sexual assault-chan just staning there like :D? lmao

OHHHH THIS IS SO FUCKING OMINOUS GOD.

him singing kumbaya over the sunrise. SOMETHING IS UP I SWEARRRRR or its tension-building misdirection. either way....

YOSHIDA CUTTING ASA'S ARM OFF???? HELLO????

is yoshida singing kumbaya too???? I'm 99% sure it's just barem's singing over the panel but that scared me for a sec thinking yoshida was involved w/that

FUUUUCK ARE WE GONNA GET YOSHIDA VS ASA. DAMNNNNN

HYPE AS FUCK HOLY SHIT.

okay but really I think there is more to barem. idk, I think he's the villain of part 2. that might be bold to say but that's the vibe I've gotten since he was introduced

I dont thiiiink it's fami, we havent seen her in a while and her motives are still...hmmmmm....uncertain

also I think that would be too similar to makima. I mean they're very different character-wise, just similar powers-wise I guess, w/them being sisters

barem is so creepy and I think there's a lot going on w/him that we haven't seen yet. plus him being a major villain would be SUCH a cool thematic continuation of part 1 - chainsaw man as an idea rather than a person/devil/person-devil, and how that can create a villain even without denji or pochita or chainsaw man doing anything

idk barem has the same vibes as makima in the sense that thing are happening as he wants them to - like he's in control

but also YOSHIDA WTFFFF WHAT IS YOUR DEALLLL

I love yoshida as a character SO much he is SO mysterious and fascinating. I still love the idea that he's kishibes nephew or something

god I want a sitcom of kishibe, yoshida, and quanxi all living together and fighting devils together and occasionally trying to kill each other. PLEASE it would be top tier excellence

anyways yoshida remains an enigma...I mean we did know he doesn't seem to like asa and told her to stay in her lane. and like, can we assume yoshida is with public safety, cause he was hanging w/sexual assault-chan a few chapters ago?

that doesn't necessarily confirm he's a member but still.

so was that him at the door telling asa to come out, or is yoshida a third party who busted in?

it looks like he busted the door down to get in so it was probably him knocking too

also barem getting arrested feels like in the movies when they capture a villain a little TOO easily and the villain is like oh darn u got me. and then they're in jail like ohhhh I'm in jail darnnnnn and u just KNOW they're gonna pull some shit

I MAY BE WRONG but based on Vibes Alone this guy is fuuuucked up

my GOD i'm so hype for more okay. phewwww

#lj reads csm #im so inconsistent abt liveblogging sorry lol #csm #csm 145 #csm spoilers

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oh-three · 2 years ago

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TBB S2E15:

- Oh god, I saw Eriadu in the captions and misread Eadu 😭 - THE WAY TECH WAS THE FIRST TO SAY THEY'RE NOT GIVING UP ON CROSS. - Bet we're gonna see Cody again in these two episodes. Maybe. - Damn, a Phee confession. Sort of. - She just said "brown eyes" the same way Valin Hess did to Din Lmao - KRENNIC. KRENNIC. KRENNIC. - GUYS, WE GOT KRENNIC BACK. IN ANIMATION. - Can you tell I'm a big fan of Rogue One? - Echo hasn't changed one bit 😂 - Lmfao the way everyone all turned to Wrecker at once. Interesting how he didn't immediately freak out. - Ngl, he's taking it all pretty well. Someone give him a cookie when this is all over. - Okay, but this whole gathering of high ranking Imperials is actually pretty cool. Seeing all the big projects thrown into the same room. Even if I hate the Imps morals themselves, I love this. - Hearing Tarkin talk ill of clones, especially after the Citadel arc. Makes me feel sick. - NOT ONLY DID THEY BRING BACK KRENNIC, BUT BEN MEDHELSON TO VOICE HIM. AYY. - It's scary that the Batch is in the same base as Krennic and Tarkin. And Hemlock. Guys, move faster. - Fuck, it's a trap, isn't it? The camera cycles and all that. Fuck. HOW DID THEY KNOW. Ironic that I thought of Saw Gerrera when I wrote this out Lmao - That trooper putting the crate on the hovercart gave me a heart attack. - The way they all just panicked when Echo used the ship to knock the crates over 😂 I love stormtroopers. - "I do not like this. We should leave." I AGREE. - Ohhh, I see. The Imps don't know they're there. Someone else against the Empire is there. Well, that's a bit of a problem. Especially if they plan on blowing it up. And the way the cameras are deactivated, it's like the team's about to get framed for whatever this guy does. - Ahhh, rebel troopers. - SAW - AYYY - ALL THE ROGUE ONE REFERENCES. - Ah, I love Saw Gerrera. I wasn't sure we'd ever see him in TBB again. - Dave is spoiling my ass with all these cameos today, what the hell. - How many people does Saw have there? - Willing to bet he's got at least a couple in the red-stripped boys who just entered the meeting though. There's no way it's actually completely safe in that room. - Well, the Empire definitely know the Batch is alive now. - So. - ...What happens when the rails get disabled? - Well, at least Saw's people got out in one piece. Oh fuck, the bombs. - Tarkin is not amused. - "We're losing power." 😬 Figured this would happen. - I would complain about the cliffhanger if there weren't another episode right after.

#bad batch spoilers #star wars #bad batch

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the-darkness-does-not-bargain · 2 years ago

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i played origins last but i love the variety of the spells. i mean, yes, it was A Lot to deal with but once you got your combos down it was like those streetfighter games where you just line up your shots like a sniper & destroy every encounter. but yes Hasted Bea would be !!!

oh yeah. i mean i was toying with the idea of Ava being tranquil & the Breach curing her but your idea is so much better imo so instead healing it = very cool. & yeah maybe when Lilith finds out it’s kind of her Big Trust Moment with Ava & Ava immediately goes a bit nova over the feeling she gets - from Hope - that she could do something like that.

& like, tranquility is so messed up & she definitely had loads of her friends taken by the Templars & made tranquil because Ava would make friends with the most downtrodden/ disobedient kids in her Circle for sure. & like, it’s a very OCS thing, right? watching everyone you love get taken from you, & Ava constantly getting left behind because she’s a spirit healer which makes her juuuuust barely too valuable to be casually made tranquil, hence the fact that she’s killed once the Circle falls. (oh no Diego?? i think there ARE some standards in the circles of not making anyone tranquil before they are a certain age, but maybe he’s not a very strong mage and it would have been almost guaranteed that he’d be made tranquil. kinda like how frances would have killed Diego too). i just... I love the surana/amell origin & i really love the idea of Ava being a circle mage and now being able to reverse tranquility. hell yeah!

coooould Dorian just be an advisor? i mean, i think Ava would rarely bring Solas with her, so in a similar vein? i think Ava would like half the time want to hit Dorian over the head with her staff but he’d introduce her to good wines and food & take her seriously when she wants to talk shop so she’d be like …. alright.

& yeah, Michael as Felix but idk if the blight sickness is a thing with him? or Mary could be like…. yeah i have a solution for that but ur not gonna like it (cue her sending a raven to Shan like ‘ayyy is anyone on this continent in possession of archdemon blood so we can make warden-potion?’) & yeah Bea would Heavily disapprove of all things Tevinter but again they would have things in common & Dorian is pretty responsive to ppl calling him out on things. (some poor writing in-game aside) Bea would be like 'reluctantly.... perhaps i can fix him?' & Ava would be like 'oh when he starts to sound too Tevinter i just mess up his hair. it works really well!'

it would definitely make the Hinterlands shorter if they were, y’know, delegating lol. & then you get all the party dynamics and also the smaller group dynamics when they split up. (oh, the Exalted Plains mission. what’s it called? All New, Faded for Her. Ava would be genuinely devastated - as a spirit healer she’d understand exactly what was done to the spirit & would be so angry & probably Bea would need to calm her down to stop her from drop-kicking the mages responsible through a wall - she’d never kill them but ‘i could be okay with seriously injured, Bea. i could.’

AW YIS Josie & MS!! fjghdkskhgd yes MS getting Leliana’s out & out mischeivous side, mediated through Josie. oh, and would we have MS follow Leliana’s arc of either being ‘hardened’ or ‘softened’ based on the decisions in her personal quest? bc i feel like s2 MS is soft Leliana whereas s1 MS is very post-Justinia Leliana.

i agree i don’t think Ava would use the Well of Sorrows - being beholden to a sketchy elven god? she is too atheist for that shit, & besides the kick that Ava would get out of Morrigan realising who Mythal is and the ‘lmao so now u have to do whatever ur mom says?’ is too good to pass up. :’D and i think ava is already thinking that she has enough things contending for possession of her body - what with the anchor/ Hope/ the Inquisition, & previously templars. she’s finally *somewhat* free and she’s not about to give an inch of it away.

hmmm. in HLtA no Bea yes for angst reasons, watching her fall, not necessarily seeing her tear open the Fade. Bea bloodying her fingers and draining her magic lifting the rubble, sifting through for their bodies, finding nothing. :((((

Ava has to be there, naturally. I think Lilith (fuck, could they… like… leave Lilith in the Fade? to fight the nightmare/ do the Stroud thing? and that’s yk the whole getting killed by the Tarask and coming back?? and she does! step out of the Fade, but she’s different? she can’t be possessed because Seeker, but there are other Fade shenanigans that might be possible, and imo bonding with a spirit is not the same as ‘being possessed’. just a thought but like... seeker Lilith who Came Back Wrong but also has this different view of the Fade and of mages and possession and everything her order has scaremongered about for years... hmmm)

so, if that, then Lilith for sure in HLtA. and then since lil is warrior we could have mary or cam (i like mary, because parallels to lilith’s ‘death’ + her worst fears being HoF Shannon going to her Calling in the Deep Roads is very drama). after that i’m not sure. Solas is always a funny pick because he acts like he’s at the beach & it’s very side-eyes of him to be so at home in the Fade. plus he knows things, but also Dorian because Ava needs someone to joke with or she’ll freak in there (i imagine coming from Aeonar she has some potent nightmare material).

oh shit! Hope in the Fade. remember Anders and Justice? it was just Justice when they went into the Fade! I wonder if that is optional, though i would think… not, but again it’s kind of different because Ava is not dreaming, per say, she’s physically in the fade in her physical body, so i don’t think abomination rules work quite the same, but I think Hope would be more present, & she should glow. as a treat.

do you think that Ava would let the Wardens stay after HLtA? i get the feeling that she would, mainly because imo sending them away is kind of … not the best option. better to keep an eye on them if they’re sketchy, or have their aid if they are not.

and the Winter Palace! who is she siding with? i can see her being ‘yuck Gaspard’ but ALSO ‘yuck Celene’ once she realises that she burned down a whole alienage when the Halamshiral elves tried to campaign for rights/ ‘rebel’.

so i could see her giving a big middle-finger to Orlais and appointing Briala, or making Gaspard/Celene puppets of Briala. (have you read The Masked Empire? it’s like, the one Dragon Age novel i will heartily recommend. also the Cole one (called Asunder i think) because Cole my bby my precious and also Aeonar! anyway in TME Celene and Briala are SOOO fucked up and it’s honestly kind of amazing).

but yeah, Ava being very ‘then perish’ at Halamshiral & taking special pleasure in actually fucking dazzling the court, much to Bea’s astonishment. 100% court-approval Ava Silva. she totally duels someone. : D

If Ava learns how to reverse Tranquility, then she could work with Lilith to reform the Seekers with the added function of acting like an appeals court, where they could determine if the Rite was used appropriately and reverse it if not. They could also act as a kind of rehabilitation service for newly un-Tranquil to help them adjust without causing problems (I'm picturing a mind-body wellness retreat on steroids). Mages would be allowed to join the Seekers as they once tried to in Ameridan's day. They wouldn't have Seeker powers necessarily but they would balance the overwhelming Templar-ness of the organization and act as investigators and judges. This would do so much for Circle reform as well.

Dorian and Solas are probably equal in how often they're called on for missions. Ava respects their insights and maybe takes them on short jaunts or specific missions, but long journeys might just create unneeded friction. Maybe Dorian goes somewhat more frequently so his Thing with Bull can develop while the party watches in embarrassment. And yes, when he starts rambling on about all the ways Tevinter is better than the South, Ava steals his jewel-encrusted mustache comb.

Does Lilith get stuck in the Fade??? Maybe... If she does, then maybe she meets a Spirit of Faith, or even the Faith that made her a Seeker in the first place, and bonds or otherwise interacts with it to become, like the most Seeker-y Seeker to ever Seeker (which is literally what she's always wanted given to her in the most Traumatic way possible, poetry in motion). She reinforces reality so hard she gets punted straight out of the Fade (You KICK Lilith? You kick her body like the football?!) Consequently, this means she can never physically go back to the Fade again, so no Trespasser galivanting for her, and she might even become like the Dwarves, unable to dream or connect to the Fade in any way (big implications there).

Ava definitely glows in the Fade, and everyone is like, "Don't you have a dimmer switch on that thing? You're alerting the demons." She would let the Wardens stay too (exiling them is just a silly decision, don't fuxking alienate the only people who can save Thedas from the Blights, okay? YOU STILL HAVE TWO ARCHDEMONS LEFT!)

I don't think Ava would just let Celene die, but she wouldn't cry about it either. If it happens, then she uses the blackmail on Gaspard to give Briala the true power over the Empire.

The ways you win approval in Halamshiral are so hilariously arbitrary that yes, Ava, with her natural charm, is surprisingly proficient. The only time things might get tricky is if Bea's parents are there, because hoo boy. But then! Vivienne (who is there of course because what's the point otherwise) swoops in before Ava can start throwing hands and so tactfully humiliates them that it's an instant +20 Court Approval and they immediately leave. Afterwards, Ava will thank Viv sincerely with a "you were pretty cool back there" and Viv will preen and act smug like "Of course, my dear, hohoho!" But she is genuinely pleased to help Bea and know that her efforts have been appreciated.

Actually, a note on Viv. Getting possessed is one of Viv's greatest fears, and so Ava's whole deal is like a full existential crisis for her. If Viv goes to the Fade in the HLtA, maybe it helps her get over that fear a little. One because, hey, she just fought her way through the freaking Fade and didn't get possessed despite being surrounded by demons. And Two, she sees Ava and Hope together in a tangible way and realizes that they have a genuine, positive bond, so maybe, just maybe, Viv doesn't need to be scared of every spirit that crosses her path for fear of it trying to control her. I love Viv so much, she's so nuanced, she has The Range.

#warrior nun #dragon age #dragon age au #da:i

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schmuckered · 10 days ago

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This is for the fic writer asks thingymajig 1, 19, 27 for An Awkward Aftermath

Ayyy what's up Verty 1. So I planned out the entire fic before I began writing chapter one. Wrote chapter one, chapter two, and the first thousand words of chapter three before publishing chapter one. As soon as I published chapter one, I redid some of the outline. Now there's very little outline left after all the rewrites. On top of that, I used to have it be that I would write a chapter and a half ahead of whatever I was about to publish so I'd know what was coming up ahead of it and could maybe help with the getting better setups in early chapters for better payoffs in later chapters. This fell off as soon as I got in the Fic Off and has not recovered since. A majority of my writing process for this fic anymore is "think, think, think, okay, time to write- oh shit, next chapter is due tomorrow." It's not a great system, but it's my system. Might take a small hiatus (which is to say an extra week off or two at some point) to get back to my earlier writing habits. It's important to take breaks. 19. Yeah, mostly Lucy content. The second I realized she would need her own fic, a lot of stuff I was going to throw in focusing more on my favorite frost genasi had to get tossed out. I'm hoping I can try to find time once I get a job to not only continue Awkward Aftermath, but also start the Lucy and Kip fic I've planned in the same series mostly because I'm chomping at the bit to delve more into Lucy as a character. 27. Big one right away, Porter didn't directly kill all of the kids. Porter killed Mary Ann and finished off Oisin as the dragonborn was being held down by already possessed Ruben and Mary Ann. Ruben and Ivy were killed by Kipperlilly, because I wanna give #notanyonespresident even more a reason to be in hell. On top of that, I also figured it'd be fun to give each of the RG kids different perceptions on the past year even though it's never expressly stated what or why they remember. So I gave Ruben a head injury that led to hm forgetting practically everything until stuff starts eventually floating back in, Ivy a blurry haze since her vision was starting to go out, Oisin clear cut images since he was the most cognizant before dying, and finally Mary Ann remember everything since she never even got given the chance to see Ankarna. Her soul got stuck to her body through rage even before Porter's hammer hit her. I dunno, I like giving each of these losers their own little narratives to work through and that means each of them also gets a different starting point despite being in the same general boat for so long.

#thanks buddy!

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blood-and-wine-ao3 · 4 months ago

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The chapter 1 link!

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/48321235/chapters/121869772

(I'm posting the old chapters as well, so they can also be accessed here :])

Chapter text below the cut!

Tommy got home from work, slipping out of his battered trainers and closing the door behind him.

"Toms! Missed you!" A small, familiar voice came from inside the living room.

"Ayyy! Big Clem!" Tommy grinned, making his way to its source.

The living room was a simple affair. A brown leather sofa faced a large-ish TV on the wall, and a big armchair rested comfortably next to a table that held a moth vivarium. A dining table with four chairs sat behind the sofa. On the mantelpiece was all manner of trinkets, photos, and gadgets. The kitchen linked to the living room, and the fridge was covered in drawings and tab sheets and tattoo designs and whatever the hell else.

Tommy walked to the armchair, flumping down into it. "How are you, the biggest of big moths?"

"Fine, thank you! How was work, big guy?" Clementine replied.

"It was alright," Tommy shrugged. "D'you wanna fly around for a bit while I grab you something to eat?"

"That would be lovely, thank you!" she said.

Tommy loosened the lid of the vivarium, taking it off and letting Clementine take to the air. She was a beautiful mottled red-brown moth, about 6 inches in her wingspan, with fluffy orange antennae and beady black eyes. Tommy stood up, Clementine stretching her wings and flying about his head, and walked to the fridge.

"Right, we've got an apple, some cucumber, and some lettuce from the caesar salad Wil made-"

"You know I hate lettuce, Tommy!" Clementine had no human facial expressions, but you could hear the pout in her voice.

"I know you do, Clem. Apple and cucumber it is." Tommy smiled in reply.

Tommy grabbed a knife from the drawer and the apple, sitting back down in the armchair and skinning it. A thick spiral of apple skin developed, and Tommy breathed in the fruity sweet scent of the juice.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Toms?" Clementine asked.

"Oh- yeah," Tommy put the apple down, breaking off the spiral of skin and placing it waxy side down on the table as he fished a lighter out of his pocket. He struck it, the orange flame staying lit when he took his thumb off of the flint and raised it to the air.

Without a second thought, Clementine dove into the flame, setting alight as she fluttered around in the fire.

"Alright, I'm done," she said, flying out of the flame still alight as Tommy lowered the lighter again and flipped it shut, extinguishing the flame while Clementine sat on a charred spot on the table as she went out.

"Alright, I'm all sanitised," she grinned. "Flames Above, you always look so scared when I do that. I can't get hurt by it, but I can't touch water. I'm just getting clean, Tom."

"I know, I have had you for 10 years now." Tommy laughed. "It just freaks me out, because I very much do get hurt by fire."

"Imagine," she giggled. "Hurt by fire like a dweeb."

"I'm not a dweeb, I'm a Big Man, I will have you know-"

"Tommy, I met you when you were nine, I'm well within my right to call you a dweeb."

"Agree to disagree." Tommy grinned, taking a chunk off of the apple and placing it on the table next to Clementine, who descended on the fruit with fervour.

"Flames I love apples." she hummed.

"I am aware, Clem." Tommy chuckled, grabbing the spiral of apple skin and nibbling it down to nothing, leaving the apple on the side in case Clementine wanted any more after her chunk was done.

"I better start on the mac n' cheese before Wil wakes up," Tommy grumbled, walking over to the kitchen and opening the cupboards.

"If i remember, cheese sauce is flour, butter, milk, and cheese." the moth said.

"Yup," Tommy confirmed, grabbing the ingredients, a saucepan, a frying pan, and a pot. He put the saucepan on the hob to heat, and filled the pot with water, pouring the macaroni into it, followed by a dash of oil and a bit of salt so the pasta tasted better and didn't stick. He put the pot on the hob, and put the butter into the now-hot saucepan to melt. He poked it around, and once it was melted, he added a bit of the flour in. He mixed it well, adding more flour in once it was smooth. Once all the flour was mixed with the butter, it started to bubble and almost foam.

"Y'know, in my 30 years in this world, I have never been able to understand how you humans can harness the Great Flame so easily to create nourishment for yourselves. It just doesn't compute to me, and I don't think it ever will." Clementine marveled.

"It's just cooking, honestly. I can't really explain it." Tommy shrugged. "This is just a roux-" he shook the pan containing the butter-flour foam, "And this is just a sauce." He added half of the milk to it, dissolving the foam into the mix.

Clementine chirped in disagreement. "No, it's almost art. The way you mix things and time things and put it all together at the end to eat, it's like a dance."

"I guess," Tommy reasoned, adding the rest of the milk into the sauce.

There came a yawn from the bedroom off to the side, and out stumbled Wilbur in black sweatpants and a baggy band shirt, hair disheveled, beanieless. His glasses sat at a weird angle, probably because he slept in them.

"Evening, Big Dubs," Tommy called. "Mac and cheese'll be ready in 10."

"Thanks, Toms," Wilbur yawned. "Y'know, ever since I started doing night shifts, we haven't had to have a bed-couch sleeping rota."

"I know, it's great," Tommy grinned. "You're at work when I'm asleep, and I'm asleep while you're at work."

"You just said the same thing twice," the taller noted.

"You know what I meant, though." he replied.

Clementine flew around Wilbur excitedly, a blur of wing and antennae.

"Hey Clem,"

"HI WILBUR!!" she enthused.

"She says hi," Tommy translated.

"I forgot he can't hear me," Clementine laughed.

Wilbur stretched as Tommy added an ungodly amount of grated cheese into the sauce and stirred it to melt. While it was melting, Tommy checked the pasta. It was done, so he moved it off the heat and strained it with the pot lid. By the time he did this, all of the cheese had melted, and he poured the now-cheese sauce into the macaroni.

"Alright, Wil, serve yourself," Tommy announced, at which point Wilbur stood up from his spot on the couch, and grabbed himself a portion of the mac and cheese, Tommy following and then putting the leftover into plastic tubs and putting them in the fridge.

The meal passed with banter and laughs, but soon it was time for Wilbur to head to work, so while Tommy cleared the plates and Clementine took a nap, Wilbur got dressed.

"Bye Wil!"

Wilbur had a bad feeling about tonight.

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