#back when I still dont know how to make good names or personalities but I'm attached to them nonetheless

[just4jinx]

# cw ! fem!reader. sub!jinx. dom!reader. established relationship. phone sex/masturbation. dirty talk. jinx just really loves ur voice lol. rushed with absolutely no substance i just wanted to get smthing out <3

her name flashes across your screen, the sharp trill of your ringtone breaking the stillness of the night. it’s 1 am, too late for casual calls. you’re seeing her later, planning to take her out for a few drinks at her favorite bar, so what couldn’t wait?

still, you don’t hesitate. you never do. with a quiet sigh, you accept the call, pressing the phone to your ear.

“jinx?”

no answer. just a breath—slow, heavy. then the faint scrape of her clearing her throat, the static of hesitation crackling between you. you shift, the sheets rustling beneath you as you settle in. “you okay?” your voice is soft and careful. jinx is a lot of things—loud, often reckless and impossible to pin down— but quiet isn’t usually one of them.

another breath, deep and shaky, rushes down the line. “yeah.” she says, but it’s a little too quick, too rehearsed. you dont push, instead you let the silence stretch, giving her space to fill it and perhaps give you a better idea.

“just missed ya.” she mutters, “wanted to hear your voice.” a slight innocent grin tugs at the corners of your lips, your free hand trailing up to sleepily rub your eyes. you imagine she woke up from a nightmare and was implicitly asking for comfort, or just hasn’t managed to sleep at all. regardless, you have all the time in the world for your girlfriend.

“so, how’d your day go, baby?” for a second, you swear you hear a faint sigh but you let it pass, throwing your head back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling as you wait. “good.” that’s all she gives you. she doesn’t sound upset, so why she’s being blunt is beyond you. before you can linger on it, jinx speaks again. “please tell me about yours.”

there’s a weight to it, a quiet plea tangled within her words. she’s hiding something, you can feel it. it’s clearly not what she says that makes your chest tighten—it’s the way she says it. low and drawn out, as though she’s clinging on to the sound of your voice and every syllable that spills from your lips. she’s desperate for you to fill the silence with anything. anything at all.

“well, you know, work and all that. it went fine but… i really missed you.” the words barely leave your lips before a sound filters through the receiver. a whimper, raw and unguarded, before everything on the other end of the line goes silent. it’s the kind of silence that hums in your ears. and then it clicks. suddenly it all makes sense.

“it’s okay,” you say, voice low and soothing, “let me hear you.” you can hear jinx’s mattress creak beneath her weight, her sheets rustling as she adjusts herself. your mind starts to wander, picturing her laying back all pretty with her fingers stuffed inside her aching cunt. or maybe she’s just giving her clit the right attention. you wonder what she’s wearing—if anything at all.

"mm, i'm sorry." jinx manages to say, a whine holding in her voice. she's always been a needy thing, always begging to be filled up, constantly desperate to get off—even if that means rocking her hips against anything she can get her hands on. your personal fave is when she's sliding her slick folds across your thigh with her face buried in the crook of your neck, mindlessly babbling about how good she feels and how much she loves you.

"tell me what you're doing." you demand, your voice unwavering.

"just... touchin' myself." you don’t say a word. you don’t have to. the silence alone is enough. jinx shifts, restless. she knows that wasn’t good enough. her breath catches in her throat, a couple soft moans escaping her. "just using my fingers. rubbing- ha, fuck.." you find it adorable how she's struggling, just wishing you were there to see her in person, to touch her, to make her cry from pleasure.

"so desperate. you couldn't wait until later?" jinx's wetness was not only coating her fingers but her inner thighs too, strings of whimpers and needy moans sending heat directly to your core. "i bet you're already thinking about it—having me all to yourself, cumming over my fingers or even in my mouth. god, you taste so sweet, you know that?"

another whine. higher this time, like she’s forcing it past her lips just to give you something. as though words are too much, too heavy, tangled somewhere in her throat. you could hear her pick up the pace and the obscene sounds that came from both her lips and her soaked pussy, a deep but shaky sigh escaping you before you could get the chance to stop it.

"nggff— want you so bad, please!" jinx cries out before a guttural moan echoes through the line. she's clenching over nothing now, practically squirming on her bed, desperately chasing her inevitable climax. "gonna, hah— baby, i’m—“

you dont even get the chance to encourage her to let go, a loud, strained whine rushing down the line and filling your ear. your name leaves her lips countless times, almost chanting it, choking out sweet moans that cause your heart to thump inside your chest. of course you tell her how well she’s doing, how much of a good girl she is, and how beautiful she sounds just for you.

you notice the sound of sheets rustling as jinx adjusts, slow and lethargic, as though she can barely lift herself. a whisper spills from her lips, but not because she’s trying to stay quiet, more like she doesnt have the strength for anything louder. “i love you so much.” its sudden but nothing unexpected, her voice shakily slipping through the receiver like she has her pretty lips pressed right against it.

there it is again, the creek of the mattress, jinx curling into herself with a deep exhale. a soft laugh follows, breathy, almost dazed, lightheaded from it all. you’re certain you can picture it—her flushed cheeks, unfocused pink eyes, the way she bites her lip like she's still lost in the moment. you tell her you love her back, a pleased hum reaching you from the other end of the line.

the silence that follows isn't empty; it's comfortable. both of you sink deeper into your pillows, letting the quiet settle, letting it hold you in a gentle embrace. but jinx isn't done listening. she's still tuned into you—your slow, steady breaths, the quiet rhythm of your existence. and without giving it a thought, she falls in sync, matching each inhale then exhale, like it's the only way to keep herself grounded. she doesn't say another word, doesn't need to. she just breathes with you, lets you guide her until the pull of sleep finally wins for you both.

[peanutalergy]

guardian angel ʚ ɞ s.r. × reader

in which you realize your boyfriend might just be a celestial being sent to take care of you (or in which you get too drunk at a party and spencer has to pick you up)

tags: FLUFF !?! HIGH SCHOOL AU !! underage drinking (literally the whole plot of this), mentions of throwing up, popular cheerleader fem!reader, guilt that may or may not be religious, popular girl × nerdy boy for as long as i'm alive i will love you, reader is sad and overthinking drunk, lots of misspelling cause they text, religious stuff duh.

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: did this need to be a high school au? absolutely not. why is it a high school au? I don't know. don't ask. I write these as a way to cope with the unfortunate fact that I am indeed not in high school anymore. also if u saw this before no you didn't.

a project due tomorrow. after a while of thinking, far too long, you remember. you and your friend have a project due tomorrow. that's how you got here. that's how you got to her house at five o'clock. to do a project. now, how did you get to her bathroom, sitting on top of the closed toilet lid as you take deep breaths and pray not to throw up? that's a question your drunken mind doesn't really have an answer to.

whose idea was it to start drinking? or to call all these people? you don't know (it was you), but when another wave of nausea washes over you, you know that person is an idiot and those were terrible ideas.

there's a knock on the bathroom door along with the soft sound of someone calling out your name, a harsh contrast to the loud music banging downstairs.

“someone's blowing up your phone,” the voice you don't yet recognize says.

“it's just my mom, no? tell her to fuck off. i'll be home in the morning.”

“no, it's spencer.”

your mind takes a second to process those words, but once it does, the speed in which you jump up and open the door to take the phone should win you some sort of olympic medal. without even looking in their face, you mutter a thank you before locking the door and going back to your seat.

spence <3 (5 missed calls, 11 unread messages)

23:41 Your mom is texting me.

You're not at home?

00:18 Where are you?

Just send me your location or something so we can know you're fine.

Please, honey?

00:54 Your mom just called me again, she's worried sick.

Where are you?

01:03 ???

Are you okay?

Call me back when you read this, please.

01:04 Just tell me you're okay.

01:07 Please don’t make me or your mom call the police.

your shaky fingers move faster than your mind can process the words they're typing. looking at the small words on the small screen only makes your head hurt even more. you can understand the old people with their huge fonts when you have to try reading it a few times until it's all less blurry.

01:08 sarah house

paerty

01:08 Are you okay?

Safe?

01:08 yup

mm tho not reallly

idunno

head hurts

01:09 How much have you had to drink?

01:09 notihng

01:09 You're drunk, though.

01:09 no imnot

okay maybw a litle bit

alot

01:09 Are you with anyone?

01:10 bathrooom

by myslef

01:10 Can I go pick you up?

01:10 nononoononononno baby dont worry ill get a ride home dont owrry you dont have to

ill get a ride from maria

01:10 Who's Maria?

You don't know any Marias.

you stop and think. yeah, who is maria? you really don't know any marias. and when that goes through your mind, just about everything else does, as well. what you're doing here, what got you here, spencer, your mom, maria(?), sarah, the two beers and three shots you chose to take and the four you were forced to.

you've become what you feared when you were younger. a high school popular cheerleader whose boyfriend has to rescue her from parties when she's almost blackout drunk. that thought train would've spiraled into something along the lines of guilt and regret, but a few sounds came from your phone before you could even start to think about how good you used to be.

01:12 Baby?

Are you there?

Still with me?

01:12 yeah

you dont have to get up and drivw all the way here forme

its late

im okay dont worry

01:13 I'm already on my way.

Just try to stay safe until I get there, yeah?

you blink.

someone's at the door again.

“spencer's here.”

you're sober enough to realize how insane that was, but you're drunk enough to not realize why this says how drunk you are.

wow, he has a really fast car. maybe he teleported here. maybe he flew.

you reach over and unlock the door from the toilet seat. he walks in mumbling more words of appreciation to whoever has been the bridge between you two tonight.

the first thing you notice about him is just how tired he looks. you feel genuinely bad for being the reason this poor guy has to drive all the way to this loud, full, dirty house to pick you up because you have the self control of a five year old. the second thing you notice is just how cute he looks in a hoodie and sweatpants, an attire you rarely ever have the privilege to see him in.

he holds his phone in one hand, key chain ring looped over his finger holding his car and house keys. the messenger bag you'd expected to see thrown over his shoulder isn't there, and neither are the converse he basically never takes off. he's wearing uggs, the matching ones you two bought together a few months back because you didn't want to go into the store by yourself, but you'd only ever seen him wear them at his own house.

his face softens when he sees you mutter his name, “hi, baby. how are you doing?”

“my head hurts.”

spencer kneels over in front of you, taking your face in his hands and wiping the sweat from your cheeks. he whispers as if the sounds coming from downstairs were not as loud as they are.

“how much have you had to drink?”

“like eight.”

“eight what?”

“shots. maybe.” you whisper, glancing down at your fingers as they fidget with the sequins on your top. your top? this top isn't yours. he's about to say something again when you mumble, “whose is this?”

“what, this top?”

“yeah. not mine. i came here wearing my uniform. my cheer uniform. not this.”

“sarah might have borrowed it to you.” before you can say anything else, he adds, “but it doesn't matter now. you can give back her top and we can come by and pick up your uniform later. let's just get you home now, yeah? your mom is worried sick about you.”

“don't tell her, please.” you mumble, looking up at him the same way one would beg their kidnapper to spare their life as he starts helping you stand up.

“she already knows you're not home and not with me. what kind of lie are you supposed to make up?” he asks as the two of you walk back out of the bathroom and into the party, arm looped around your waist while you lean against him like a bruised soldier limping.

“why didn't you tell her i was with you?”

“because you weren't, and i didn't know where you were. maybe if you had told me you'd be at a party, you could've asked me to cover for you, but i had no way of knowing if you were safe or not.”

cover for you.

you rest your head on his shoulder as it starts running over how terrible that is again. he's not mad that it's one in the morning, or that he's insanely overwhelmed from everything surrounding him. if he's even slightly upset, he doesn't let it show.

you really had just asked him to lie to your mother so you could get drunk on a school night at your friend's house without getting in trouble. and still, he gently kisses the top of your hair while he leads you through the crowd like he's splitting the sea and saving you.

as his thumb rubs circles on your side to try and soothe you from the loud house out of which you walk, you think about everything you've done the past few years and just how much you've screwed up and how you don't deserve someone half as good as the boy beside you and how you're keeping him up on a school night to help you and before you know it you're inside his car and he's buckling you up and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“are you okay?”

“you shouldn't be here.” you mumble, staring out the window and into the street where a few cars with too bright lights pass you by.

“why not?”

“it's late and we have school tomorrow and you shouldn't be up and i'm a terrible person.”

his eyes widen at the last statement, “where did that come from?”

“i asked you to lie for me. i’m keeping you up really really late at night. you should be at home asleep, not out here taking care of me.”

when your voice gets small and hoarse, he hands you the water bottle no one besides the two of you can touch, and tells you to drink while he speaks softly, “i wasn't asleep, anyway. if i wasn't here, i'd be at home reading. i'd much rather be with and take care of you when i know you need it.”

“mm, but you'd be much better off reading.” you whisper, throwing your legs on top of the dashboard after handing him back the now empty bottle.

“don't sit like that, it's dangerous.” he says, pointing to your feet, and you mutter a small sorry as you put them back on the floor.

it's quiet for a moment. he turns on the car and starts driving before speaking softly again, “i really don't mind being here. i'd prefer it if you could at least let me know before these parties, though. would make me a lot less worried.”

you give him another apology, which he just blows off with a that's okay before you go silent again.

“i'm never drinking again.” you mumble, voice muffled by the cheeseburger he insisted on getting you after you accidentally let him know you had drunk it all in an empty stomach.

“yeah, i don't really think you should. especially not on weekdays.”

“mm, i'm totally skipping school tomorrow.”

“half the school is, probably.” he laughs after taking a sip of his coke, “i'm sure everyone in the football team was in that house, and they were doing worse than you.”

“i don't even– mm, i don't even know why we were there.” you say with a chuckle before briefly turning your attention to swallowing the food in your mouth, “i remember the project we did. nothing more. i don't know why any of those people were there.”

“from what i heard, someone decided to invite a small group to ‘hang out’” he exaggerates on the air quotes, “one person calls another, who may or may not have a fake id, and that's how you get those parties.”

you know he's not trying to sound as scolding as he does, but the way he says it is annoyingly lecture-y. not only does it make you recall the beginning of the night—the truth or dare played when the only people there were the ones from the group chat, the moment the jocks started arriving, the lights getting turned down and the music getting turned up—in great accuracy for your state, but it also feels like he's reminding you of the responsibility you had in all of it.

“that's rude.” you mutter, feigning offense by pouting and crossing your arms over your chest.

“what is?” he lets out a small chuckle as he asks with a confused tilt to his head and furrow to his brows.

“i don't know. that felt rude, the whole sentence.”

“i didn't mean for it to be rude,” he countered, still staring with an amused smile at your face, “i was just trying not to say explicitly that you're the one who started the party.”

you scoff, dropping the act that didn't have the effect you hoped it would, and taking another bite after grumbling, “how do you even know that?”

“i know everything.”

you used to say that as a joke, spencer knows everything, and he started using it too, once you got more comfortable together. whenever he wanted to tease you, or on rare occasions he didn't want to explain something. it's always said in that obviously fake cocky tone, paired with a big smirk that almost makes you regret having started the bit.

you don't even have enough energy to argue, so in order to let yourself let it go, your intoxicated brain tells itself he truly has some sort of omniscient, metaphysical, cosmic aspect to his being.

it certainly wouldn't be that shocking. as well as knowing almost everything, he is much too good to be a human being, let alone a man. sometimes he does feel like some kind of entity, an angel who was sent to earth to take care of this girl as soon as her decision making skills started deteriorating. the bright light coming from the post behind him, lined up perfectly to create a white aura around him doesn't do anything to disprove that theory.

you only realize the way you're staring at him once he asks with a confused laugh, “what's up?”

“hm?” you blink, shaking your head as he breaks you out of the train of thought that was awfully close to making you religious.

“you got all weird. why are you looking at me like that?”

you go silent again for a long moment before muttering breathily, “you're like my guardian angel.”

he almost considers your answer, until he smells the alcohol on your breath again. with another chuckle, he shakes his head and turns the engine back on, “alright, sweetheart, let's get you home.”

[ysrjune]

SCOTT BARRINGER X GIRLY!READER [ 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 @dollfilmz ]

#🌸🎀🩰

WARNING: SEXUAL THEMES @ THE END

#🩷 ENJOY ! ♡

💌 scott, like a lot of other boys at school, had a crush on you. maybe it was the way you never failed to pull off different hair styles every day, or maybe it was how nice you were to everyone. the blond only knew that he wanted to get his hands on you and make you his pretty little girlfriend. he wasn't bad with getting girls.. like at all. he's on the football team and! he's super cute!

FEBRUARY 5TH @ 8:49AM.

first period, journalism. this class was an easy A for scott. he was just a cameraman for reports on whatever the reporters wanted to talk about for their video of the week. it's not that he didn’t like to be on camera, it's more like he's just awkward and doesn't know how to act normal when he's being recorded for a report or an assignment where he needs to be on camera. luckily he didn’t have to do anything for the rest of the week since his partners Kenny and Laura decided to film their video on Monday.

"remember everybody," the teacher says, causing everyone to look back at her. "valentines day grams are on sale this week. get your partner one if you don’t know what else to buy." she smiles and walks over to her desk to take attendance. a few people around scott start talking about the $5 gift. "I heard that they're better than last year," "yeah, they are! im in ASB. it comes with a rose, love letter, chocolate and other candies." says a girl named Marilyn. scott turns back and taps the top of the computer in front of the other kids. "hey, I can buy one from you, right? since you're in ASB?" he asks.

thats where it all started between you and scott. instead of the $5 option, he chose the $15 dollar one. the only thing different from the first option was that it included a teddy bear and a gourmet cookie. when you had received your gram during 2nd period on February 14th, your friends teased you about who it was from.

“to my beautiful *name*,

everyday I see you and wish that you were in my arms. I wish that I could call you mine. I wish I could kiss your soft lips and shower you with all my affection. I'm a little shy to say this in person, so I sent you this gram. Happy Valentines day.

yours, Scott Barringer.”

that day during lunch, you went to the classroom that scott hung out in and started talking to him. It only took you a week to start going out on dates with him. he was a sweetheart and such a good guy to you. always paying for things you wanted, never not touching you (holding hands, arm around your waist) at school or wherever you went.

💌 scott LOVES watching you do your makeup. he doesn’t admit it though. on the weekends when you have something planned and you do your makeup, hes there. hes laying on his tummy on your bed, watching you apply blush and highlight to your cheeks. he watches close and carefully. and when you start doing your hair? he offers to help out. "need help with that?" he stands up from the bed and walks over to you, taking the curling iron from your hand. "I dont need the help, but you can go ahead and do it for me." you smile at him through the mirror. scott smiles back and starts curling the ends of your hair. hes done this a couple times already.. practice makes perfect.

💌 scott also loves how girly you are. skirts, tight blouses, nails and hair always done.. he would rather have a girl like that instead of one who goes out in hoodie and sweats all the time. he really likes your jewlery too. necklaces, rings, earrings.. he buys you matching diamond earrings since his ears are also pierced. they werent pierced for too long though. his dad kept bothering him about how they made him look gay, so he took them out. bit he still has his pair.

💌 (modern) scott posts you on his story a fair amount. dates, selfies you send him, videos he takes of you at school, gifts he buys.. everything like that. theres more on his close friends story since he knows there are girls out there who stalk his profile just to see who his girlfriend is. its not that he doesnt want to show you off and let everyone know who his girlfriend is, he just doesn't like when girls who like him try and stalk your profile.

💌 babe, baby, beautiful, cutie, all nicknames he calls you buy. he has you saved as 'angel face 🩷' in his phone.

💌 he likes when you put on lipstick. he loves when you kiss all over his neck and leave kiss marks. he especially likes it when you leave them places other than his neck. his chest, collarbones, arms, face, COUGH! near his 🤔.. 😊

💌 you're a little shorter than him and it makes him feel some sort of way. he doesnt really know why he likes the height difference, he just does, and so do you. everytime you walk past a mirror at a store or somewhere theres a mirror, you ask him to hug you from behind so you can snap a photo. you have one of those photos set as your profile photo on Instagram.

💌 just because you're his girlfriend doesn't mean hes not a little mean/teasing. "whats with you wearing pink all the time? too scared to try another color?" he'd say. you roll your eyes. "and whats it with you always wearing plad? you too lazy to go out and buy something different?" and just because you're his usually sweet girlfriend, doesn't mean you WONT be mean to him back.

💌 you're like his own personal cheerleader at his games. his friends always stare at you like you're doing too much, and maybe you are.. but thats your boyfriend out there winning every game for the school. how could you not smile and yell along with the other people when he caught the ball from so far away?

💌 he likes to lend you his jersey a lot. obviously only when its washed. but you bet that after he washes it, he spritz on his cologne so you smell like him. he doesn't only do that with just his jersey, he does it with his varsity jacket as well.

"you're lucky you're cute, princess." he kisses down your neck. "cause you've been pissing me off all damn day." being too teasing. whispering things to him in the middle of class where he cant do anything but hold your hand and pretend like you didnt just tell him that you wanted to go on your knees for him.

now, you were in his room on a Friday afternoon, home alone. scott lifts your skirt up and stares at your lacy white underwear. "guess you do wear something other than pink," he chuckles to himself. "God, im gonna ruin you." he whispers and kisses you through the fabric. "make you forget your own damn name."

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaas-xo @anakinca ⭐️

[ashlynlovestlou]

bodyguard! abby x princess! reader (500 followers special)

꩜ synopsis: based on the book "twisted games" by ana huang. you are next in line for the throne, and abby is your bodyguard. only one problem: you can't be with her. you have to marry someone of royal blood, and abby is not. but that won't stop you from being with her. she knows she can't have you, but she's taking you anyways.

꩜ cw: forbidden love trope , reader and abby sneak around , eventual smut (fingering, strap use, multiple orgasms, pet names, spanking, dirty talk, etc) , reader has a brother , afab! reader , fem! reader , bodyguard! abby , semi-public ,

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it all started when your brother abdicated. he quite possibly ruined your life the day he fell in love with a flight attendant and decided he didn't want to be king anymore. but you couldn't blame him. he chose love over the throne.

in reality, you could've done the same. not a single part of your body wanted to be queen. too much responsibility and stress, and not enough time to prepare. but everything you do reflects your country, and it would look bad to back out when your brother had done the same.

your grandfather was king, but as he grew older he had to teach your brother, next in line for the throne, how to rule an entire country. he had been preparing to do so for years, but when he met mckenna, he decided he didn't want to. so now, you were next to be queen. and you only had four months to prepare.

you had a dance to attend tonight, because the board decide it would be best for you to marry before coronation. so there you were, sitting on an uncomfortable throne in a room full of men that wish to be your suitor.

"are you paying attention?" a voice to your right says.

another thing. abby fucking anderson. your buff, exponentially attractive bodyguard. you two had a fling before there was this whole drama with your brother, but it soon fizzled out at the reality of the situation. you wanted her, and she wanted you. but the only problem: you can't be with her. she's not of noble blood, so by law, you can't be together.

"i dont need to be. i don't want to marry anyone here." which is almost a lie. you don't want to marry any man here.

abby sighs through her nostrils, her broad shoulders twitching, "c'mon, princess. there's got to be at least one person here that you think is good enough to be your husband."

there wasn't. even abby knew that.

"no thank you." you say with a huff, standing up and straightening out your dress just as another suitor had approached you.

you walk away without another word, abby short on your tail, "where are you going?"

"bathroom." you answer shortly, "i'm fed up with everything and this dress is making it extremely hard not to pee myself."

you excuse yourself for the second time, walking through the marble corridors of the castle while the faint sound of chatter is left in the ballroom. the only sound heard now is the clacking of your heels on the slick floors, the shoes rubbing your feet in the most uncomfortable places.

once in the bathroom you reach behind your back, fumbling with the strings of your corset.

"need some help?" abby questions. you hadn't realized that she followed you.

"i know you're my bodyguard, ms. anderson, but you don't need to follow me in the bathroom."

she chuckles lowly, "we've fucked three times and you still refuse to call me abby, huh?"

a familiar heat rushes to your cheeks.

and somewhere else.

she doesn't wait for an answer before positioning herself behind you, untying the strings for you and giving you immediate relief on your ribs.

"you know how much i hate that i have to watch you dance with other men? how much i hate that their hands are all over you...?"

you swallow, hard, "how much?"

"so much," she begins, "that i want to bend you over that sink and spank your ass raw."

your breath catches in your throat, and you stare at her in the mirror, mouth agape. your heart is hammering against your chest, like it's trying to head-butt itself out.

"take off your dress and spread your legs." she whispers in your ear, to which you comply. you'd be an idiot not to.

once you were stripped of your clothing, the cold air hits your skin and makes you shiver. but the cold doesn't last long before abby is taking you into a sloppy kiss.

"here's what's gonna happen." she says, hands snaking around your body and settling on the plush of your ass, "i don't like seeing you dance with men. so you're going to sit here and let me fuck you like a good girl, alright?"

her fingers slide through your slit. your breath catches for a second time and your body arches towards hers.

you shudder at every word, rutting yourself against her in an attempt to feel friction. she's quick to grab your hips and stop them, pulling a whine from deep within your chest.

"how many men did you dance with?" she demands, her hot breathe hovering on your lips.

"o-only six."

"seven." she corrects you, pinching and pulling on your clit, making you squirm.

"p-please, abby..."

"please what? use your words, princess." she says softly, contradicting her harsh actions.

"please... fuck me already." you plead, bottom lip quivering. your thigh muscles are shaking, and you glance at the pile of discarded clothes on the floor opposite of the counter you're pressed against. your clothes, to be exact. abby is still dressed, but you can see her bulge through her pants. the pants that squeeze her thighs and highlight every muscle. she truly is glorious.

"you wore your strap to the ball?"

she nods her head, taking her hand off your mound and using it to unzip her trousers. you whine at the lack of warmth, the cold air of the bathroom returning to your skin and giving you goosebumps.

"dont worry, sweet girl. once i'm done with you, you'll be sweating." you smirk at this, lifting yourself onto the cold tile counter. you hiss as the temperature hits your bare ass, but abby shuts you up with another kiss, "now stay still. i need to stretch you out before giving you what you really need." she says.

"but i've taken your strap before. it's not that hard."

she laughs at this, "i know you have. but this one's not the same."

your eyebrows raise, but before you can ask what she means her pants and boxers pool around her ankles. this certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

it's much longer and much girthier than than the one she's used on you before. it's even a different color. this one a hot pink, sparkly shade that's enough to force a laugh out of you.

abby giggles in unison, "you like it?" you nod, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her towards you. she's quick to shut that down, "nuh-uh. i told you i've gotta stretch you out first. spread those pretty legs f'me."

you comply easily, spreading them further. she whistles when she sees your twitching, glistening cunt, just weeping and begging for abby to take care of it.

"shit, honey... you think this country knows how wet their queen is right now?"

"but, im not the queen yet— oh!" youre interrupted when abby's middle and ring fingers slide easily into your cunt, your warm walls welcoming her familiar skin. you look down and watch your pussy swallow her up greedily, clenching around her like you're scared she's going to pull away.

"there she is. there's my girl." abby coos, kissing your knee before increasing the speed in which her fingers pump in and out of you.

all that's heard is the sloshing of her fingers in your pussy. the heel of her palm slams against your clit, deliciously stimulating it as your legs begin to shake. abby knows what she's doing, and she loves it.

"gonna look so damn pretty with a crown on your head." she huffs as that familiar coil bubbles up in the depths of your stomach, "s' pretty baby."

a string of moans cascade from your mouth as she pulls her fingers out, letting you have your orgasm on your own. usually she's fuck you through it, but she's not done with you yet.

she grabs the base of the strap, teasing your puffy and swollen folds with it but not putting it in. you whine in protest, but she tuts you in response.

when she finally does push in, however, a strained gasp falls out of your mouth from the stretch of the strap, your hands finding abby's shoulders and squeezing them, "abby— abs— i can't-"

"shh... yes you can. you can take it." she says, letting you adjust before slowly pumping in and out of you, "you can handle being queen but you can't handle this cock?"

"not-" grunt, "queen," grunt, "yet."

she pounds harder and harder, hips slamming against you. your legs are already weak, and you can tell you're going to be bruised tomorrow.

"abby," you say in between breaths, attempting to maintain your composure, "they're going to be wondering where i am."

her hips stutter, but they don't stop. the base of the strap was hitting her clit just right. she was just as close as you are, "shh... almost done. cum with me, baby. c'mon, you can do it."

with only a few more pounds you're both spiraling. you both hope to god nobody is outside the bathroom door, otherwise they would be sure to hear your heavy breathing and tight moans.

once you come down from your high, abby is already tucking her strap back into her tight slacks, the material hugging her thighs beautifully. she helps you dress yourself again in your pretty gown (after she had cleaned you up, of course).

"sorry we have to sneak around, princess. i promise one day we won't have to." she says, pecking a sweet kiss to your temple. without another word, she walks out before you, making sure it doesn't look too suspicious that you were in there together.

you're left with your reality again. you have to go back out there and dance with men that you don't love. a so simple, yet so not, marriage of convenience, when the person that your heart really belongs too has to watch from the sidelines.

but abby was right.

she couldn't have you, but she was taking you anyways.

[bsdawgz]

「 ✦ Perverted ✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Osamu Dazai

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a/n: it has been so long i'm sorry for disappearing </3 I LOVE YOU ALL THANK U FOR CONTINUING TO SUPPORT ME, new and old followers ILY. SPECIAL THX TO @amo-bsd, @little-miss-chaoss, @starrs20 THEY R THE BEST. also idk if this fic is ur thing cuz its dark content so u dont have to read it but i tagged y'all bc everyone who comes across this post SHOULD FOLLOW U BC UR THE BEST

content: f! pm! reader. MDNI! dark content + nasty! knifeplay. knifeplay is consensual, BUT keep in mind that unequal power dynamics are still at play because dazai is an executive and f!reader is a subordinate. (aka if this were real life this is not consensual)

++ blowjob (incl. facefucking). degradation and name-calling ("slut"), praise and pet names (i actually used bella LOL). dazai is possessive. like he actually treats you like a possession KEEP THAT IN MIND B4 READING

Dazai has always been calculating and cruel. Perhaps it was one of the things that drew you to him the most, as twisted as it were, knowing that these bloodied hands could sometimes hold you so tenderly, and that you of all people were the one he chose to see him naked at the end of the night. You took some sort of pride in it, in the fact Port Mafia's youngest executive had chosen you as his personal plaything, out of all the women that could easily fall into his arms.

His room is dark, ceilings tall, his face shrouded by velvet curtains that cast a shadow over you like a gaping mouth. His desk is stacked with papers, neatly organized in a pile, but there are painkillers and used-up bandages sprawled across the floor beneath it. Dazai is in the corner, staring down disdainfully at the broken city that is Yokohama. He doesn't greet you when you enter. Rather, he looks down at you condescendingly. "You were reckless today. You're lucky Akutagawa was there to save you, or you would have been killed."

"I'm sorry," is all you can say. As his subordinate and, for lack of a better term, his lover, you never know which Dazai you're about to face. Your apology is well-received, a grin forming on his lips as you bow your head. You're always so quick to submit to him. He's used to it, being an executive and all, but it feels especially good coming from you.

"Yeah?" His voice is a low hum now, seductive and rogue. He comes closer, then you feel his thumb graze your chin, then he forces you to gaze into the empty void of his dark eyes. You stare, captured by the intense nothingness behind them that threatens to swallow you whole, gulping as you realize that in those moments of enchantment, those slender fingers of his have crawled along the sides of your neck. He leans in, and you can feel his lips tracing along your collarbone. "How are you gonna make it up to me?"

Your knees are weak; you're always falling right into his hands this way. He guides you to the dresser, hands on your hips, then presses his body against yours from behind, fingers toying with the hem of your blouse. "How about I kill you right here, myself?" you hear him whisper in your ear, breath warm against your skin. Then, you feel cold metal pressed against your neck. "Would you let me do that to you?"

You catch a glimpse of silver, gleaming with the reflection of the city lights as Dazai runs a blade along a vein.

Trusting a man like Dazai can be such a fatal flaw – ...

... but he must be using the dull edge for a reason... right?

"I would let you do anything to me," you reply. You hear him sigh, almost disappointed by your courteous response. He lets go of you immediately and scoffs, tucking the knife back into his pocket.

"You always know what to say," he mutters, as if irritated by your predictability – but you know that it means he's pleased. You’re loyal to him. You always have been.

Then, as if on cue, you turn to face him, getting on your knees in front of him.

"Oh," he muses, entertained. "So, you're gonna use your pretty mouth to make it up to me instead?"

– but of course.

You're eager to please him, hands fumbling for the zipper of his slacks. He grins at how desperate you seem to touch him, petting your head as you bury your face into his hardness. You trace him through his boxers, marvel at the way it grows with your touch. This is the way you command him – the way you bring to his knees while you're on yours. You feel him shudder as your lips caress him, feel wetness seep through his boxers against your cheek as you mold against him.

In this moment, the most dangerous man in Yokohama is yours and yours alone.

"Get on with it," he mumbles lazily, stroking your cheek gently. You're staring up at him admiringly, watching the way his breath catches in his throat as you tease him.

He's gorgeous when he’s weak for you, gazing back down at you with half-lidded eyes, waiting on you to make him feel something. He's the desperate one now, you think to yourself. It’s as if he’s begging,

'Give it to me.'

You'll give it to him – you'll give it to him over and over.

Maybe it's perverted, but it makes you feel good inside, knowing you're needed by him like this.

So, you strip him slowly, kissing along his firm abdomen and thighs as you peel the boxers down his legs. He's impatient, hands trembling as you reach for him and run your fingers slowly along his length. His reactions are all the praise you need – he sighs softly into your touch when you finally wet the tip with your tongue, then you feel him fade into you. You taste the salt that drips so bitterly on your lips, swirl the precum in your mouth and let it melt against your saliva. "You're good at that," he whispers, and you feel yourself grow wet between the legs at his words.

Then, you take him. Slowly, at first – stroking him with your pretty hands while you lick the vein that runs along the underside, then slide him down your throat. You feel his grip tighten on your hair, then hear him make a stifled sound. When you look up, he's staring down at you in amazement, lips parted so slightly as you do your best not to choke on him... If only he looked at you like this all the time, you can't help but think to yourself shamefully.

It's too cruel to continue these sort of thoughts, so you force yourself to take him deeper... You shove him into your mouth until your vision blurs, until you gag on him, until saliva dribbles down your chin. He matches your pace, burying himself into your throat until you choke on his length, until you're tearing up and your vision is blurred. Then, you hear him laugh condescendingly. "This why you were so reckless today?" he asks you roughly, eyes darkening as he peers down at you. His fingers ravage your hair, his nails digging into your scalp as he pushes your head down. "You like it just like this, don't you?"

And maybe he’s right – he has you throwing your life away in this wretched mafia… and for what? He has you following him around like a dog… and to what end?

When you're forced to look up at him with your mouth stuffed full of him, it's almost as if there's no trace of a humanity left in him. There’s nothing in those wild eyes, scornful and resenting. There's some twisted grin on his face, something sadistic and perverse you've only seen a few times before, in the moments before he’s stolen someone’s life. "You act so fucking innocent, but look at you taking me like a damn slut. Do you do this for the others? Tell me..."

You can hardly breathe now, cheeks swollen and red, jaw aching, but you know he expects a response, so you shake your head frantically. No, of course not, you'd never give it to anyone else but him. Never, ever – but he doesn't relent, looking down at you demeaningly with that same sick look on his face. "Yeah? I've seen the way you look at Chūya. You wanna fuck him too, don't you?"

This time, when you open your eyes, the knife is right against your throat – the sharp edge almost tracing along your skin. Would you bleed for this man? Would you die for this man? Wouldn’t he like to know…

You shake your head as if to say, 'Only you... only ever you.' Then, you claw at his legs, pushing him away to tell him enough...

– and he withdraws immediately, shoving you off of him and leaving you coughing and gasping for air on the cold, wooden floor. "I would have killed you if you said yes, you know," he says, point blank. "You're mine alone."

This time, you're not quite sure if he means what he says – or what he means as laughs mirthlessly as you pull yourself together. But in a playful tone, he adds, "But of course, I knew from the start that you'd say no."

Then, you feel it –

His embrace. Gentle. Endearing. Fond.

His soft, tangled bangs fall against your shoulder as he pulls you into his chest.

It’s like he’s become a different person again.

“Come here, my precious Bella," you hear him murmur into your shoulder, tracing a delicate finger along your back as he presses his lips to your spine, and your heart stills.

"Let me draw you a bath."

For a man so cold, his body feels surprisingly warm.

author ps: ANY BDSM should have CLEAR communicated boundaries (established beforehand) and during AND include AFTERCARE. the aftercare was not written (it would be the bath, basically). if you are new to BDSM or considering BSDM please be INFORMED and do not use fanfic and dark content as a basis for it

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[wishing-on-a-staranise]

Driving lesson.

(best friend!s.h. x gn!reader)

summary: Your best friend Steve offered to teach you driving but the lesson led to him learning a bit more about you.

warning: use of y/n, best friend!Steve (can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic), hurt/comfort, mention of past sa when r was a minor, quite possibly inaccurate description of cars

word count: 2k+

a/n: oops we're getting vulnerable! I'm so sorry to anyone who relates to this, wish I could hug y'all <3

this was almost going to be in my desi!reader series but i changed my mind. Havent been able to get any sort of writing done so i consider this a win. 

bro i dont know shit about cars and im also guessing how miles work so sorry if this doesn't make sense :( I spent way too long trying to figure out what the oh shit bar is actually called and let me tell u grab handles is an awful name

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the neighborhood is practically empty this time around save for the occasional person every now and then. but Steve reckons this is as safe as it gets.

he's not in his usual driver's seat, right now it's occupied by you. you're grinning a little, excited and nervous. he's helped adjust the seat so it is more comfortable for you, with the seat pulled much closer to the steering wheel. you'd already put your seatbelt on and adjusted the rearview mirror atleast four times already. 

it was your suggestion. you had pointed out that he must get really tired always driving everyone around. And although he wouldn’t say that he was tired, but he wouldn’t mind someone sharing the responsibility with him every now and then. 

You’d told him that you were already aware of all the basics– the accelerator, the break, the clutch, the gears, the entire thing.

“wait, how do you know all that?”

“I tried learning at around 16 but… i gave up”, you'd shrugged.

“yeah, that does sounds exactly like you”, he'd teased with his signature smirk.

“ha. ha. fuck you”, you deadpanned smacking his bicep before you both fell into giggles.

He decides to still tell you everything from the start. “Because I don't trust you.” And you proceeded to roll your eyes through it all. 

By the time he actually let you turn the ignition, an hour had already passed. 

Though the shifting of gears is a little janky, and the way you push the brakes has him grabbing the 'oh shit' bar beside him. He has to admit, you are not too bad.

“How am I doing?” you ask about a few minutes in, glancing at him once before your eyes fall back on the road.

he makes a sort of 'meh' sound, “Not awful”

“Should I shift to the third?”

“Sure”, he shrugs. but all that non-chalance fades away when your hand moves to the gear, “now, lift the clutch slowly”, he warns.

you suppress the urge to fully give him a glare and rolling your eyes again, “I know”

he clicks his tongue, “Do you?”

“don't tempt me to crash this car, harrington", you threaten jokingly before shifting the gear.

“Hmm,” he hums as if surprised at the smoothness of the action, and you can't help but grin in pride, “not bad this time”

a few minutes pass and Steve can tell you're getting confident, maybe too confident. You're nearing a 40mph. which first, is too fast for where you're driving and second, youre not good at controlling the car at this speed yet. and you're not awful, but you're not amazing either, “Easy buddy, slow down, you’re swaying”, his hand flies to the steering to adjust.

“shit– “, you readjust your grip, knuckles tightening around the wheel, “Ok, ok, i got it.” you lift your foot from the accelerator and the car slows down to a speed that doesn't give Steve severe heart palpitations. 

he sighs as his grip finally loosens as his palm slips down to your knee, squeezing to still reassure and ground you, “Lets not go more than 35 for now.” he doesn't notice you stiffen underneath his palm.

“you're swaying again”, you hear him say as his other hand moves to readjust. his left hand still on your knee. but it all sounds so far away. 

your throat dries up, you gulp. fingers tighten around the steering wheel so hard they hurt.

you know it's not him. this is Steve. your best friend, Steve Harrington. but suddenly this is all too similar. and you freeze up.

you two have been way closer than this. you've given each other spine crushing hugs, piggyback rides, even literally play fought, but for some reason the hand on the knee is too close. too much.

your heart plummets and you can't fucking breathe.

and you know Steve would not mean it that way. you know Steve like the back of your hand. He’d never hurt you. He'd never hurt anyone. you try to push it away, you really do. But it consumes you. all of you. because wasn't he also never supposed to hurt you?

and suddenly you're alone in a car with a man you were supposed to trust. and though his hand stays on your knees, suddenly you feel a phantom touch riding up your thighs and suddenly you're 16 again. and suddenly you know nothing. 

“Can you move your hand?”, your words come out all rushed, your brain barely even registering that you said anything.

with his eyes still on the road ahead of you two, he realigns the car, “I'm adjusting the–”

you don't even realise that you're not even looking at the road anymore, you're not looking at Steve either. you don't know where you're looking, all that exists is the hand on your knees and that sinking feeling, “move your hand Steve–”

“hey woah, WOAH!” it's Steve shouting that finally pulls you out of your stupor and when you look up, you find the car actively veering towards a tree, “LOOK OUT!”, he pulls up the manual handbreak, your own feet slamming down on the brakes as well as the vehicle comes to a screeching halt.

it's quiet. 

your eyes start stinging. and it's not because your almost crashed the car.

you can't breathe, you can't fucking breathe. you need to leave, you need to–

“jesus, what are you doing? we could've crashed into the–” you unfasten your seatbelt before scrambling to get out of the car as Steve calls after you, “hey, wh– where are you–?” with shaky hands, you slam the door behind you.

Steve's brows scrunch before he runs his hand through his hair. he watches as you pace by the sidewalk. he turns off the car before he glances at you again and he finds you sitting under the same tree you almost crashed into with your head in your palms.

when he climbs out of the car and comes closer to you, he hears the muffled sound of you hyperventilating through your hands.

gravel crunches under his shoes as he makes his way to you.

“hey”, he starts, unsure, lightly tapping your shoe with his to make you look up at him. You take one last deep breath in before swiping the back of your hand across your face but it does nothing to hide your tear stained cheeks. You still don’t look up at him though, your red eyes trained on his shoe that had tapped yours. 

he lets out a sigh himself before sitting down by the roots of the tree beside you. you wrap your arms around his knees. it's quiet for a while that way with the leaves rustling in the wind above you, chirping of a bird and your sniffles that you try your best to quiet down. Steve nudges you with his shoulder when you have quieted down, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted. but you gotta keep your eyes on the road okay?”

you nod meekly, “okay”, the word comes out thick.

“hey, c’mere”, he tries shifting to engulf you in one of his warm hugs. and any other moment you would've welcomed that warmth with literal open arms but right now, you're afraid it'd suffocate you so you get up.

“... can we…”, you lick your lips, still stiff, still avoiding his gaze, “can you drop me home? please?”

he gets up as well, brushing dirt off his jeans, trying to catch your gaze but when he couldn't, he nods, “yeah, yeah sure.”

the drive back is silent, you wordlessly sit on the backseat. throughout steve tries to meet your eyes through the rearview mirror only to find your eyes trained either down on your lap or out the window.

when he stops in your driveway, he finally breaks the silence, “we're here.”

you only sniffle in response before stepping out of the car. he has his window rolled down when you shut the car door.

“hey, are you okay?” he asks unsure.

“yeah-", you clear your throat, turning around and your gaze finally meeting his. your eyes aren't red anymore but they still look puffy and if he didn't know you as well as he did, he would notice that you're trying to put on a smile, "yeah I'm okay.. just–”

“what happened back there?”

“nothing, I got too nervous", you shake your head. not knowing what to do with your hands, they fidget with your sleeves, "I think I'll stay away from driving”

“you're fine, it was a one time thing. you didn't mean for it to happen–”

“i wasn't looking at the road”

“trust me, I've done a lot worse, while driving this thing”

“ew”

“what? I didn't even say anything, you're minds in the gutter, bud." he says lightly to soothe your puffy eyes. his finger drums against the steering, "'ll see you later, yeah?”

you nod your head quick, offering another unsure but genuine smile, "mhm, movie night tomorrow?”

“yeah.”

…

it's been nearly a week since that driving lesson. it's also been as long as you've abandoned your designated front passenger seat. 

everything else is the same, you still laugh at his jokes so hard you tear up, lean on him when watching a movie. have movie nights at his place. he still picks you up from work. you still give him snacks for his shift. everything is the same. except you have given up your unofficially default seat. if the car is packed with the party and robin, you take the back seat but even if it's just the two of you, you still take the back seat. 

Steve doesn't know how to bring it up. but he has to. he doesn't know what's going on with you but he knows you all too well. he knows how you are when something is bothering you. he just doesn't know how to bring it up.

“i was thinking..”, he starts as you two walked around your neighborhood.

“that's never good”, you chuckle, kicking a pebble as you walk.

“yknow, I'll be free after work tomorrow. maybe we can, yknow do that driving lesson?”

you stiffen up beside him before stopping in your track. “Steve, I told you–”

“did I do something?” he questions, stopping as well.

“what? …no-”

"is it because I shouted?”

“no, you were right, I almost crashed the car”

“I don't care. you made one mistake, that doesn't mean you've fucked up forever. you wanted to learn”

“yeah, and– and now I don't”

“why?”

“I–”

“give me a reason, any reason”

“I don't know”

“why don't you sit on the front seat anymore?”

“I–", you start but stop when your voice cracks. fuck, why is this getting to you so much lately? it's been fucking ages. “I don't know”, you complete your sentence, frustrated, before sitting on the curb near your house.

you're looking down at your nails, picking at the skin with your legs splayed out in front of you when steve wordlessly sits beside you. you sniffle, “I'm sorry”, murmuring as you put your head on his shoulder.

he tries to put a reassuring hand on your knees but you tense up again. you almost squirm away from his warm palm before taking it in your hand instead.

you have to tell him. you know you should. you should tell someone. doesn't matter how long ago it happened.

it's like a lump stuck in your throat, can't swallow it, can't cough it out.

But you have to start. where do you even start?

“I... I don't like that”, you say, eyes still trained down.

“oh”, you wonder if you should say more, if you should tell him, hell, you're surprised it took so long in your friendship for it to come up.

you lick your lips, wondering if you should explain more. "when I was 16--" but the lump in your throat stays persistent, your tongue tied. you blink back tears, biting your lips.

in the way he holds you at this moment, you wonder if he just knows somehow, whatever it is that is in your mind. maybe not the details or maybe not even your situation but he knows you're hurting. somehow he just knows.

“M’sorry”, you say again, burying your nose into the crook of his neck.

“no, no– is– is this okay?” he carefully moves to hug you.

“yes”, you say quickly before wrapping your arms around him as well. you sniffle again, “sorry, I don't know why I…”

“it's okay, you're okay”, his warm palm rubs your back as he holds you as if he's protecting you from any further harm. your fists clutch the fabric of his polo shirt, you're fucking shaking in his arms.

“y/n, you could've told me”

“it-it's not that easy”, you stutter out.

“well… I'm glad you've told me now”

you nod, trying your best to gulp down anymore sobs, “I might never learn how to drive.”

“that's okay, I'll drive you. wherever you need to go, I'll drive you”

…

[ncsdlr]

Idk what this is, but enjoy ig

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"You're such a stupid fucking slut. You'd let anyone fuck this juicy pussy, wouldn't you?"

You didn't know who this was, just that the voice sounded familiar. Female, someone close to you, someone you know very well, someone you hang out with on the regualr. All those details, but still no conclusion.

You knew you liked the way they fucked you from the back though.

"My darling, such soft skin you have. Makes me feel like I have ruin it for you," she chuckled, "how do you think," she paused and brought a sharp knife to your throat, "this would feel carving into your supple skin? Cutting you open until you bleed out. I'd definitely rather use this instead of a pen to write on you."

"Oh, my god," you breathed.

"Yeah? That sound nice to you?"

You moaned as you pressed for her name, "who- are you? Why are you doing this- ah"

"Honey, you know me. It honestly pains me that you don't recognize my voice."

That's true, the voice was familiar, but fuck you couldn't for the life of you figure out who this person was. I mean, you could probably guess if it weren't for the huge cock filling you all the way up and brushing over your g-spot with every thrust.

"You know me. Tell me my name and you'll get to cum. Come on, baby."

You wailed pathetically at her command, honestly too muddled to obey anything and anyone. "No, please let me cum! I don' know your name, but p-please let me cum. You feel t'good!"

"That's not fucking happening."

She grabbed you by your hair and pushed your head into the pillow under you, pulling her cock out suddenly causing an empty feeling wash over you and pull a muffled whimper out from your throat. Your whines filled her ears before a shrill scream did, the scream being a result of slaps the rained fire on your bottom.

"Who am I?" She growled in your ear.

And when you wailed out a pitiful "I dont know" followed by a cut-off apology, the woman only intensified her onslaught upon your already-beaten ass.

"Wrong answer, baby."

She repositioned her body and pushed her cock inside your sopping pussy again, fucking you with a vigour that didnt seem to be there before. "Tell me who I am, Y/N."

When you gave no answer, only squeaking and moaning into the pillow, soaking it with your drool and tears of frustration, she spoke again, "I'll give you three clues, and if by the last one you still don't know who I am, well, I guess we'll be here all night, and trust me that won't be fun for you."

The woman turned you over and used her hand to cover your eyes, pressing down on your tear-stained and drool-covered face to continue her thrusts without fail.

"Listen up, baby, here comes the first clue. You've known me your whole life." The sounds that followed were moans and whimpers, then a disappointed click of the woman's tongue, "Still nothing? I guess that was my bad. That was kinda shallow."

"Please, please," you sobbed as your core avhed for release, your orgasm teetering between snapping and holding together.

"Alright then, second clue. I've called you beautiful more than once." When you whimpered, she chuckled, "Oops, was that too shallow again, honey? Too fucking bad."

"I'm gonna fucking cum. Would you like that? My cum filling you pretty pussy up?"

"God, yes. Please fill me up. Dump you cum into me. Can I cum too? Wan' cum with you, please."

"D you know who I am now?" You whimpered, "Thought so- oh. I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming."

With one final thrust, the woman came inside you, ropes of cum shoot deep inside your womb, no doubt ensuring pregnancy. The sensation made you shiver, it almost being enough to unravel the coil in your tummy, but you held strong, fearing what could cum if you cum without permission.

"Gods, that felt good," the woman panted. "Last chance, honey. Who am I?" She asked continuing to fuck you like she hadn't just dumped a month's worth of cum.

"Last clue, make it worth it, darling. You have a secret crush on me."

Your heart dripped the same time your orgasm tore through uncontrollably. You screamed her name out as you came, your hands finding home in the woman's biceps.

"Wanda! Wanda! Wanda!"

The both of you panted, Wanda's hands moving off of your eyes. Her smirking face revealed to you, her soft gaze finding your blissed out one. Her fingers carded through your hair as the two of you stayed locked in a sultry haze.

"Good girl, baby. You did so well for me."

------------------

So, yeah....

[presidentkamala]

Rant about white leftists incoming:

As a progressive who's politically involved, I'm fascinated by the way that I see white leftists around me simp for and identify with white conservatives. I'm white too, but I'm trans and have lived in redder/purpler areas than a lot of these people have, and I just can't share their romanticism the same way. These white leftists often identify economically with rural white conservatives and do rightly point out that left wing economics would help these people. I also know a lot of liberals who would benefit from these things but curiously I never see leftists romanticizing impoverished liberals. The thing is, yes, sometimes conservatives will say things that sound very leftist. (Liberals will too, but I never see THAT discussed by them). And so they assume, then, that working class conservatives just need the Right Candidate to swing them over to the left. But as someone who's had to deal with these people (and has a political science degree, no biggie), white leftists fundamentally misunderstand these people on every level.

They want the benefits of good social services--*as long as not a single black person gets to have it*. These are the people who closed public pools so they didn't have to integrate them. They are willing to deprive themselves of anything as long as they don't have to share it with people of color. They are not with Trump because of "economic anxiety". They love the racism, the sexism, and are willing to suffer themselves if they're told an undocumented Mexican worker will suffer a little more. They were not duped into fascism, THEY ARE HERE FOR IT. When these people say they're alienated by Dem party elites they're not making insightful points about how the Dems are still too entangled in billionaires for my liking as well, they're talking about women, poc, and out LGBTQ people being successful when they're "not supposed to be" with some antisemitic overtones on top. These are people who have shot themselves in the foot so they can bleed on a liberal's carpet.

I don't want to believe anyone is hopeless--I don't! But deprogramming these people has to address their racism first. You are not going to cure these people by running Bernie Sanders. You are going to have to make them check their privileges and that 1950s America is never coming back, and that it shouldn't. They do not want leftism right now! They want privilege!

(Also these people will talk about how racist and imperialist this country is constantly, but when a black woman loses to a clown of a white man, suddenly America is completely blind to race and gender and Harris was just a bad candidate, acksually and what do you mean I need to check my racist and sexist biases I don't have those I'm Woke, remember? Because I own a hammer and sickle flag)

SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Leftists will call liberals every bad name in the book and turn around immediately to lick cons' asses and try to woo them by throwing every single one of us under the bus. We need as many hands as possible to get us out of this quagmire but until leftists can make me understand how black women and jewish people are the "elite out of touch democratic establishment" i just dont think they have anything interesting to say.

And while almost all democratic voters have voiced criticisms of and conflicts w the party leadership, the slavish attachment to bernard is pure cult and grift and deceit from the left!! They're only just now realizing how badly they burned the rest of the anti-fascism coalition and are throwing the biggest tempy tanty ive ever seen. But you hit the nail on the head: they AND maga have the same problem which is a total refusal to grow the fuck up

[cumulo-ghoulll]

Copia & Perpetua HCs 🐀🦇

(Copia has a terrible one sided sibling rivalry with V)

Copia has banned any mention of V in the Ministry

Of course, he can't escape hearing his name because he still has to organise things for the tour

Copia refuses to meet V in person

He gets Aether to pass messages on to him but Aether rarely does because the message is usually something along the lines of "you suck" or "get a haircut, loser"

V likes to send Copia postcards while he's on tour

He'll stick photos he's taken with the pack on the back and write something nice and thoughtful like "wish you were here!" or "to my favourite brother!"

Aether has to stop Copia from ripping them up or burning them

V calls Aether A LOT

Usually it's for advice that Copia refuses to give him

He'll ask about how to handle the ghouls on the long trips on the tour bus or who has allergies in the pack

He always checks that Copia got the postcards or the gifts he sent him

Copia is certain that everything he sends has some secret messages behind them

"Aeth, look! He drew a smiley face at the end of the letter. You know what that means? He hates me and he's going to slander my name on his stupid little tour! And look! He said the fans loved his sparkly jacket! He's definitely trying to replace me and make everyone forget me! He copied my sparkly jacket. IT WAS MINE FIRST, AETHER! I AM THE BETTER BROTHER."

Copia obsessively checks the views, likes, and comments on V's music videos

"Aether! Someone said they're so excited to see papa smile! I smiled! I SMILED ALL THE TIME!! WHY DOES NO ONE MISS MY SMILE?!?!"

"Copia, not everyone could tell you were smiling, especially if they were at the back of the arena"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? IM SO SMILEY?!?! LOOK! I'LL SMILE RIGHT NOW! SEE HOW MUCH BETTER MY SMILE IS THAN THAT FUCKING V PERPOOPIA OR WHATEVER HES CALLED!!

Cumulus who, now that she's retired, keeps Copia company while Aether's working at the infirmary

"You still think I'm the better singer right, Lus? Like who even is this guy? Who wrote those lyrics? 'I'm done crying'? What a whiny loser!"

"Oh yea . . . ugh what a terrible song . . . so not catchy! I definitely haven't been singing it in the shower. . . Don't worry C, you'll always be our favourite Papa!"

V carries a Frater plushia with him at all times and sends Copia pictures of him with a little message saying "shame you couldn't be here tonight, the crowd was amazing!" or "we went to this restaurant the ghouls recommended, I ordered your favourite. It's really good! I wish I could save you some for when I come home! Love you loads, brother!!"

He gets Cirrus to ask Copia what he thinks of the show so far

She lies and says "oh yeah he says you're doing amazing! Keep it up!" when in reality, the text usually reads "tell him to stop making jokes with the fans, it's annoying. he sounds like a cat with the flu, tell him to sing quieter. Have you asked the techs to turn his mic down . . . I think it will sound better. Tell him to take those stupid robes off, he hasn't even had a proper anointment ceremony yet. What a poser!"

V is desperate for his brother's validation so the pack has to pretend that C loves him in order to keep his mood up

When Copia doesn't text back, V just assumes he's got some important 'Frater work' to attend to

V spends most of the day before a show rehearsing

He practices Copia's songs relentlessly hoping to make him proud

He sends recordings to him of him singing Faith or Rats and asks "how do I sound? i feel like im falling flat on the high note, how do you hit them so perfectly?"

Aether usually responds on Copia's behalf with something like "dont worry you sound amazing! Have fun out there, you're doing wonderfully!"

Copia's changed all the locks on the Ministry doors so V can't get in when he returns from the tour. What he hasn't thought through is how the ghouls are supposed to get back in . . .

[lavandaea]

I HAD IT ALL NICELY DONE AND THEN POSTED IT BUT IT DIDNT SAVE ITSELF DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPEN.

SO IM DOING IT ALL OVER AGAIN. 

The amount of times I rewatched that trailer is actually not sane.

The release date is not close enough so I have to do something with the amount of details I think I discovered or IM GONNA COMBUST.

(i have never analyzed a trailer before and I'm very so not an observant person so maybe this is all wrong but i NEEDED to put my ramble somewhere)

okay, here I go.

im gonna start chronologically.

"Im can destroy the hunters, for good"

When he says this he is offering the deal to someone else. I know it because

Every demon is looking at him like an outsider as they make way for him and, I assume, his gang.

He is not the main villain. That would be voiced by Lee Byung hun. According to Google and theories.

The fact they are not the main villains leaves the delicious speculation of something close to redemption or friendship between the hunters and them but we'll get into that. Please stand by. 

The fact that I think the main plan is something else. Like, hear me out. How stealing the souls of their fans would destroy them? Like, sure, it would cause them some trouble, yeah. Then what?

FUN FACT

Their boyband name (Saja boys) gives me more material for theories.

"Saja" comes from "Jeoseung Saja". In Korean folklore are the ones who lead the souls of the dead to the Other World. Grim Reapers basically.

but but. as we all may know. They are stealing the souls of the ones that are still alive.

Why, though? Rebels? Maybe for revenge or to piss off someone. Forced??? Half-forced?? I don't really have ideas for that. maybe there's no reason and they just wanted to put Death as a villain and it's me putting too much thinking over nothing.

we are still doing this chronologically so. in the imaginary line of events would be the meeting. 

THIS (it's better shown on video)

BUT THIS IS THE LOOK OF SOMEONE WHO KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE IS DOING AND WANTS THEM TO KNOW IT. 

ALSO, IS IT JUST ME WHO FEEL THE KINDA INTENSE EYE CONTACT??

Again, hear me out.

From left to right. Mira looks confused, Rumi looks perturbed and Zoey looks surprised.

NEXT 

Next would be the “lets go get this guys” I believe. 

“You think we are gonna let you steal the souls of our fans?!”

This line makes me wonder how faar in the timeline we are, because, I think, they would have to first become famous for the girls's fans to become the boys's fans as we saw in the trailer. 

The fact the demon is one of those hot bath pools makes my brain do some gymnastic 

is the same fight, the green steam and the bath pool confirms it. 

Was the demon a human before? maybe the direct contact is a way to transform them and they also have that pinkish glow as they indeed just transformed. 

this seems to be the end of the fight.

Makes me wonder if they just transformed a lot of people and just left. I don't know how to explain it but this looks like a fight that they didn't exactly win. Why??

They all look exhausted.

She looks extremely confused, may I say perturbed. Maybe because of the demons or due to something that happened in mid battle or maybe, or maybe, because of something the boys did or said. 

ALSO 

see the green little cloth she has in her arm??

thats from a wound she got from here:

if you stop it right at the moment when he tears her skin you will see some kind of purple ink in her arm. Huh. hm. hmmmmm. WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN. Is she a demon? Half-demon?

I know it is a scene from the last seconds of the trailer but see the green steam at the back? 

it's still the same place! And he has the same clothes. Maybe the other girls went with the “well hold them off, go get him!” And she still doesn't have any cloth.

Something about this and it's better shown in the trailer is that he doesn't seem to be actually running, but jogging. Like he wanted to be caught. 

it has the same light as when they were fighting (where did they take the fight to? Maybe another bath pools? Because of the steam, I mean) which makes me imagine they are still doing it but, as you can notice, she now has the green cloth.  It makes me wonder, when did she get a second to stop, look for something to aid it (seems to be a towel but im not sure), and then keep fighting?

Also, she looks very desperate. She wants to end it now or something like that. I'm expecting lots of talking, lots of teasing in this fight.

They aren't in the same scenes since the first one, the background has plants and tiger here doesn't have the little crow with a gat that has in the second photo

And in this one I highly doubt it has. Don't know, doesn't seem like a decoration for a room. Not that much of plants.

So, okey. Hear me out on this one. 

The letter. MAYBE. THEY (him?) sends THEM (her?) a letter? in which part of the timeline?? why?? with what purpose?? 

Why a letter? don't we have phones in this modern era?

I do not know any of that. What I do know because I can see it with my eyes. is that the tiger (the mythological creature that looks like a tiger) looks very friendly and she looks at ease, legs crossed and also seems to be talking to them. 

We saw them at the beginning of the trailer along his side all growling and red eyes, maybe they become besties or something like that. that's what I want to think. 

The fact the boys have only one line over the whole trailer makes me very very curious.

also, it seems they are only showing more of the first part of the movie more than anything, no sign of the main villain yet. hmm. maybe they'll keep taking out trailers (most probably)

well, that's actually all I have. maybe I'll keep coming with more in the following weeks, please stand by. 

The way I need this movie right now, aaah. See you when the time calls us again.

See y'all on June 20.

[shaampoo]

OMG!?!??! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS SONG (and AU), RIGHT NOW!!!

(By Lydia the bard

TINKERBELL VILLAIN SONG - Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall | Song by Lydia the Bard and Tony | Animatic

The title^)

First of all the cover art is AMAZING, Tink is SO pretty, the sparkle and lines on the wings, her grin, HER HAIR, HER EARS, HER DRESS,

Also, "Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall" is a great title

Now the video itself and its lyrics, i really REALLY want to just compliment every single frame of this video, its so beautiful, so well done, its like it was blessed by The Muses of greek mythology,

Okay so the lyrics at 0:45

"You dont seem to quite understand what is at stake,

This messed up little family that i had to make"

Not only is this line so beautiful with the way her voice sounds, its pretty much a nod to the fact Tink and her friends kidnapped peter pan and the lost kids to keep her and her friends alive

(0:55) \/

"If i could let them all go home please know that i would

But it'd do more harm than good"

Just Tink expressing her guilt that she and her friends kidnapped the lost boys so that they could keep existing, but like, JWHSEAJKHWED, she ofc doesn't want her or her friends to die, and since people are slowly not believing in fairies anymore, they're slowly going extinct, ALSO, Fawn and Silvermist are DEAD, so yeah, that messes with someones head

AAAALSOOOO, i LOVE their silhouettes, the height and weight differences instead of them all having the same height and weight like in the movies, plus, i LOVE that despite not looking like how they do in the movies, you can probably still tell who is who,

ALSO

Even if it wasnt intentional, i like how in kinda faraway shots, Tink has a more cuter roundish look, while in closer shots shes more edgy and more intimidating(? if that's the right word), kinda showing how others view her (kinda?) as a cute fairy, maybe underestimated, but yknow, close up, shes plotting to kill a child

(1:15)

I love how Tink is gesturing in this scene, cause 1. It conveys to the audience what she wants from the lost boys and 2. Canonically, when fairies talk, people usually just hear jingling of bells, so shes gesturing because shes also conveying what she wants to the lost boys

1:23

"Swear its nothing personal, its a necessary evil"

I just love this line because it is a necessary evil, she needs the lost boys and peter pan in neverland to believe in fairies so that they exist, and Wendy is pretty much a threat, since she makes the lost boys want to grow up with families,

Also, the lost boys look so cute in here, i cant remember their names tho, one is holding a slingshot, aiming at wendy, one is holding rocks , and one has a stick , so Tink just told these children to assassinate Wendy, or at least attack her.

1:35

I love how the kids explain that Tink make them do it, and Peter Pan just glares at Tink, and i love that I'm pretty sure that Peter isn't mad/doesnt blame the lost boys

As seen in this scene where Pete is smiling and stuff at the Lost Boys and/or at Wendy

1:55

I love how Tink refers to Wendy as a "Nasty little spark" because, a spark can turn into a fire, damaging a lot of stuff and people, pretty much saying that Wendy has to be snuffed out before she causes a fire,

"Setting fires inside my house is just not allowed"

Pretty much referring to the fact that Wendy, the spark, is creating a fire, aka, making the lost boys want to grow up and go back to the real world, making them not believe in fairies anymore, thus, making her and her friends die, which is, not allowed.

Also. the fear in Tink's eyes is so fear, her expression is on point, the mix of concern and fear is just, so beautiful, also i love her pointed ears

2:17

First of all, this screenshot does not do justice to the actual design of the mermaid (siren?), cause they are AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, GORGEUS.

Also, the fact that Tink is persuasive enough to convince someone to kill Wendy in such a short amount of time is impressive, and the fact that the mermaids agreed so quickly is also impressive,

When it failed, the absolute horror and shock on Tink's face? Shes horrified that another plan of hers failed, and shes scared that her friends might die, like, wow

The despair on her face is just so...asdjwoaijdoiwajd

3:38

The fact that Peter Pan (i cant even give him a nickname cause Pete sounds different and P.P. is just wrong and Pan is just A Thing), first at the gust of wind that blows away the pixie dust (which keeps the ship afloat) he covered his eyes, maybe cause the dust or his hair in his eyes, then he looks at Tink in anger and shock and probably some confusion, then looks at Wendy, in concern and fear,

Theory: Pan knows that, since Tink doesnt want the lost boys to leave, and he knows that gust of wind was from the fairies, and Tink's dislike and hatred to WEndy, that Wendy was probably the only one not going to be saved, which is why he only looks at her and tries to save her (that or he's a SIMPPPPPPP /j)

3:50

The fact that you can see Wendy screaming??? Chills,

And the black screen right after, signalling Wendy's death is just amazing

Anyways, overall, what im saying is

THIS SONG IS AMAZING GO CHECK IT OUT, GO CHECK OUT THIS PERSONS CHANNEL, THEY HAVE GOOD VILLAIN SONGS, THEY EVEN HAVE ENCANTO!!!!

[ihopeiexplode]

A/N: Hahahaha I won't delete this I won't delete this I won't delete this I won't delete this I won't delete this I won't delete this

A/N: idk how to feel abt this one

Boss!Sukuna Who: Was never fond of love. and never will be. well, unless it came to you of course

"You seriously only dated 3 people in your whole lifetime??"

"I just answered your question. yes, i only dated 3 people, how many more times do i have to repeat myself?"

"Booo you are so boring..."

"Have you dated anyone and stayed with them after a month?"

"..."

"Exactly. get back to work"

"Gee your no fun"

He'd watch as you walked away from him with a pout on your face, when were you suddenly so interested in his love life?

—

"Sooo what's your type in a woman then?"

"Are you just gonna keep following me to ask stupid questions?"

"and plus. why do you care?"

"Welll Valentine's day is right around the corner and you said you never dated anyone before sooo being the good employee I am I'm making sure you have someone to spend the day with !!"

ah, that's why, he never cared for such a useless holiday seeing how his past history with his partners never worked out well the first one cheated, the second one used him, and the third one just straight-up cut contact with no reason whatsoever

maybe that's why he was never fond of the concept of love and never will be, it's a useless thing and all it's gonna do is just hold you back down so why bother.

and plus, with the current generation, he doubts true love even exists.

"Not interested."

"Awhhh cmon give it a try"

the moment a sound escaped from your mouth he immediately flicked your head

"ouch...."

—

yet despite him not telling you a single thing, you still hadn't given up,

"Nanamii hii !!"

"hm?"

"Sooo you've known sukuna for quite awhile sooo like..."

"hm, what about it?"

"do you know what his type is?"

"...."

the moment the room fell silent you'd look around noticing how everyone just stared at you dumbfoundedly

"wait your serious?..."

"yes...?"

".... how oblivious are you..."

"What is that supposed to mean"

"I'm sure you can figure it out..."

—

Since none was willing to answer you, you just brought matters into your own hands! i mean what better way to look into sukunas past lovers!! maybe it'll help you figure out his preferences,

but oh how wrong you turned out to be...

every woman, even guys... you showed him, he turned down every one of them. how are you supposed to help him find a date if he keeps turning down everyone!

—

You'd be on the rooftop leaning over a railing as you took a puff of your cigarette, eventually, you heard the door behind you open, and when you turned to look who it was, it was no other than sukuna

he stood next to you grabbing out his own pack of cigarettes as he snatched the lighter from your hand and lit his cigarette up while the two of you stared down at the city, admiring the bright lights as the two of you watched in silence

eventually, you decided to speak up,

"how come you keep turning down everyone I set you up with?"

"I told you, I have no interest in them, they don't fit my type"

"See that's the problem! how am I supposed to help if you won't tell me what your type is?"

"i already like someone, so no need"

"what."

"YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME THAT SOONER"

"It's funny messing with you"

"I hate you"

"No, you dont,"

"Tch. whatever. but anyways, who do you even like?"

"You know them,"

"OH OH I KNOW THIS ONE"

with that, he just kept staring at you watching as you named everyone you knew, males included....?

by the time you were done, you were out of breath seeing how you said everything without breathing,

"Okay, so who is it?? I mentioned everyone I know"

"yeah but you didn't mention the person I like"

"I swear if the person you like is yourself..."

"want me to tell you?"

"PLEASE."

"There standing in front of me right now,"

"what? but I'm the one who's standing in front of you??"

"Exactly,"

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

My lord!! I require more world and character building!! 🫡🫡

So we know eventually a kingdom is going to be made and that would be crowned as a princess sooo *pulls up a pen and a clipboard*

If Stan's a princess what does that make Ford? The royal wizard? His advisor? The arch duke? The king?! Then what does that make Shermie!?

Is the reason as to why Stan is crowned princess was not only to make the kingdom a legitimate thing but also make it so that others don't know Stan a sorcerer? Because even if he's an amateur, sorcerer is kinda extinct so I doubt if others were to know there's now a sorcerer they would just not kidnapped Stan to make him work for them

If Stan's a princess and Bill is his demon godfather BUT both don't know that it doesn't mean Bill is his adopted father, does that mean Bill would attempt to assert himself as the king? is Bill already gone before the coronation

If Stan were to let say, um, become comatose due to depleting his magical reserve too much. Would Dragon now Human Ford be able to do something about it? Like draw out a rune that can gather magic in the air to Stan's body, search for a magical b byattery, or you know use his own magical reserve to give to Stan (and maybe it being not enough and the gang having to stop him before he himself becomes comatose or worse die)

I feel like Dragon now Human Ford would still be able to pull a “cat in your face” attack but instead of surprising his enemies with a cat he surprised them with a sorcerer instead (idk how that would work but I just want the enemies to have an “oh shit” moment when they realized Stan's a sorcerer)

Here is a page full of my very bad sketches I made a while back because i did NOT expect this to be so long and I feel bad 😅

And i'm happy to provide! More on Stan's future under the cut!

Stan's princess status lasts as long as Fords still a dragon. Once that gets settled and he's still sorta in charge of this brand new kingdom he immediately crowns himself king to put a stop to all that nonsense. He still has almost no power, but at least he's not called Princess Stanel all the time. Now there's just a very real, been there the whole time, tradition of all royal heirs being called Princess.

So now Fords Princess Fordel. As tradition states lol. He hates it.

His role is that of the royal wizard, as he's now in charge of everything arcane in the kingdom. He does give advice, but he's also the kind of person who thought this spooky creepy guy who lived in a horror castle was his new bff and was surprised to get betrayed, so his helpfulness varies. Shermie becomes Princess Shermel, and may or may not be present at the stories conclusion, depending on how hilarious i want things to be.

Stan is crowned princess as a scapegoat. People start living in the abandoned village at in the middle of the valley by Ford, who hate the current ruling kings or queens and are trying to start fresh in the one area no ones gonna bother trying to claim as their own, now that Fords there. Except when knights and princes and such show up to rescue the princess, they start asking who everyone swears fealty to and what kingdom they belong to, as before now Gravity Falls was so small and out of the way no one paid attention to it. Since the whole reason they came out here was because they hate the other kingdoms, but they dont' want to let the guys with swords and loyalty complexes know that, they lie and say Princess Stanel is their ruler except oh no! Kidnapped by a dragon :( so sad. The lie becomes more complex as they workshop it together and send out a messanger to Stan to let him know to keep up the good work of never getting rescued so they can structure their own government as they like.

Stan's sorcerer abilities just add on to the belief that the Mystery Kingdom (Its real name! No we did not fumble because no one thought to think up one! Its just has a secret meaning, don't look any closer!) is a magical lost kingdom that had been shrouded in a magical veil or something. Obviously the ruler of a magical kingdom is some kind of powerful never before seen caster! That just makes more knights and princes want to rescue him/her, as now he's got even more value even if he's not actually royalty.

Bill 100% constantly tells everyone he's the real king when the rumors start going. He is always trying to be in charge of things and telling everyone the very real story about how he found poor baby Stan abandoned on magical lily pad or something and adopted him as his own on the spot. Then shedding very real tears about how proud he is of his magical son, and wont someone help him get his body back so he can embrace his child with his actual arms. No one helps with the body parts, but they also can't tell how honest he's being about the rest. No one puts him in charge either, as he's a ball of wrags who's very scary and laughs about other's misfortunes. Stan does too, but he's less scary and also they're in too deep to back out.

If Stan were to use up his reserves and fall into a coma, Human Ford could 100% speed up his recovery. It'd involved drawing a circle that could gather magic from the environment and sending it to Stan, or finding an object with a large enough magical reserve to use as a source. Ford couldnt use his own reserves, as even post dragon he doesnt have a lot to spare. If he panicked and tried to use his own he'd def just pass out, but he'd recover a lot faster since he doenst have as much to get back.

Human Ford would never use his Stan to attack his enemies. What if he got hurt! What would happen is hed physically attack them, then Stan would roll up and blast them while giving Ford a lecture about how his skin is not impenetrable like it used to be, and to please stop fist fighting nerds in the halls. Thats Stans job.

I love them! So many cute little axolotl and cat Stans! just little guys, chillin away! Thanks so much for sharing them with me!!!!

[fantastic-nonsense]

hi i love your blog!! especially your wonder woman rec list has been *amazing* and your batman comics guide with the little character spotlights is the best one ive found so far. thanks to your filtering of good/bad comics for all these characters i continued reading comics (after reading battle for the cowl as my first ever dc comic, which was. interresting. to say the least lol). but I have a little question - i couldnt find if you've answered it before already, sorry - which is: how do you read your comics mainly? bc as a college student, i dont have heaps of spare money around, and as an european, i dont have access to that dc online comics thing so if i read digital i have to pirate them. but i understand that comics kind of live-or-die by monthly sales and interrest in a run. and things like the current cass solo and absolute wonder woman seem really interresting and i want those to continue, so i try not to pirate them and wait for the trade releases, but its all very expensive when you start to read a lot of comics. and you have read a tonne of comics, which made me curious - do you buy physical copies, or just use the dc digital thing, or piracy, for your main reading? how do you keep this hobby, like, econnomiccally responsible? because i understand you can just pirate everything, but its not like im *too* broke to buy anything, ever. just wanted to hear your thoughts on how you personally do this, if you wish to share.

(ignore the word vomit, being precise in english is not a talent of mine :D)

Aww, thank you so much! I'm so happy to have helped you and I'm glad you're still here (especially after starting off with BftC)!

I'm going to be real with you for a minute before I actually answer your question: because you are a college student who does not live in the US, the realistic answer for you is to download Ublock Origin (something you should download anyway), open readcomiconline.li, enjoy reading comics, and if you find a comic you like and think is worth shelling out money for, find a way to purchase it legally.

I have an entire spiel on comic book piracy that I will not expound upon at length here but generally boils down to "piracy is rampant in the comics industry because it's the obvious and inevitable result of making legally reading comics expensive, difficult, platform-dependent, and inherently exclusionary while de-prioritizing collected editions, digital sales, and international readers. If any comic company decided to be a competent publisher for even one year, piracy rates would plummet."

If you're still concerned about the ethics of pirating comics after that, allow me to let you in on the worst-kept secret in history: professional comic creatives do it too:

Now, to actually seriously answer your question about how I read comics and keep my hobby financially sustainable: I've been reading and collecting comics for nearly 17 years. The ways in which I have read and collected comics have shifted several times over the years. I purchase some comics (mostly physically), I read some comics through my local library system, and I pirate others. I am fortunate enough to live near a good local comic shop, though this was not always the case, so I get a lot of my new comics there right now.

I have a lot more disposable income now than I did when I was in high school and college, but I'm also a fairly frugal person by nature. When I do buy comics, I almost never buy them new or at full price. I bought around 90-95% of the comics I own either used or on sale. I've used many avenues and methods to buy comics: Amazon and Ebay, the back issue bins and clearance sections at comic shops, the huge used media store near my parents' home that has a fantastic comics section, and sites like instocktrades that sell trades at a discount to name a few.

The exceptions are trades I know have fairly limited printings (and so will end up being more expensive in the long run if I don't buy them new and now) and single issues for runs I specifically subscribed to in order to finanically support. I usually limit myself to putting 3-4 runs maximum on my pull list at any given time; I simply don't have the funds, space, or desire to buy single issues at a higher rate than that. I'm a trades girlie at heart and that's where I will stay. I have zero guilt over not shelling out additional money to companies who clearly do not actually want it (otherwise they would make buying their products easier and would properly support their creatives).

I do own quite a few digital comics, which I mostly bought when Comixology was an independent site and used to run regular sales. Unfortunately Comixology has since been fully folded into the normal Amazon storefront and the Kindle Reader functionality for comics is incredibly subpar compared to the old Comixology app, so I basically no longer buy digital comics. However, I amassed quite a solid digital collection prior to the merger in 2022 (I have pretty much every Black Panther comic ever published up until 2020 because Comixology did a weeklong "get every BP comic for free" sale in the wake of Chadwick Boseman's death, for example).

This is what 16 years of physically collecting comics looks like for me:

As you can see, most of the comics I own are trades/hardbacks. I find that purchasing trades is cheaper, easier, a much more pleasant reading experience, saves space, and as a bonus is much prettier from a display perspective. The two white shortboxes on top of the shelf are where I store all of my single issues. After buying a new single issue, I "bag and board" it for preservation purposes and then put it in the box, arranged alphabetically by title, like so:

the tl;dr on my reading habits is that while I mostly pirate, especially for newer issues, I also use services like DC Infinite or my local library (both physically and digitally via services like Hoopla) to legally read older comics otherwise and then primarily buy in trade (usually used/on sale, rarely new) as I find them.

The floppies I own are mostly a) books from my pull list, b) very specific story arcs or runs that I love enough to work on collecting individually, c) comics I like that have never been collected, so the only way to own them legally is through hunting down and purchasing individual issues, d) issues with pretty covers that caught my eye, and e) a few random other issues here and there.

I also use RCO to reference comics that I've read when discussing comics online and writing metas, regardless of whether I legally own the comic or not. I'm not going to pull out my legally bought, physical copies of Cass's Batgirl run, scan them, and then upload the pictures every time I want to write meta. I'm going to go to RCO and grab a screenshot from the relevant issues.

While I wish it didn't work this way, reading superhero comics is a niche hobby that currently assumes you have lots of free time and lots of disposable income. Ultimately it is impractical and realistically financially impossible to legally purchase every comic you want to read and discuss with other people. Reading comics via other means (whether legally or through piracy) is actually foundationally necessary to ensure the industry continues, not just because of the traditional lack of access but also the sheer impossibility of buying individual comics at the scale necessary to understand and discuss the stories these companies publish. Not to mention the difficulty of discussing comics online if you are a physical reader/buyer.

Yes, the industry is severely outdated and still prioritizes monthly sales of physical single issues despite that not actually being a good indicator of a book's eventual financial success. Yes, ideally everyone would be able to legally purchase comics. But in reality, no one does so. I can probably count on my hands the number of comic readers I know who have never pirated anything. I don't begrudge anyone, especially people who live outside of the US and usually only have access to a very limited selection of stories, deciding to pirate comics. Please do so. You don't owe the Big Two shit. I only ever ask that if you ARE in a financial position to support the comics and creators you love by legally purchasing comics that you try to do so. Go and be free.

[kazzykatt]

30 Million Subscriber Q&A summary!

i didnt catch all the questions as i was writing as it was going (also english is not my first language so some things slipped, sorry about that)

Skim was also in the Q&A as he is a writer and director so i'm adding some of his answers too

now, the questions!

Q: Where was Alan in Animation vs Minecraft? A: The whole 3 seasons happened in like 4 hours and Alan isnt on his computer 24/7 so he probably was in another room or working on a laptop and leaving the sticks to their shenanigans

Q: how did Purple ended up in the mac with the villagers? A: in Alan's mind: since he came out of a thumbnail in 2011 he had like 7-8 years to live and learn. Somewhere in the journey he found a mac, minecraft, and made his little village

Q: is Animation vs Education canon in AvA/M? A: AvE was made to educate and trying to make it fit with AvA/M wouldnt make sense. it could be an alternative universe or a dream

Q: is The Dark Lord gonna come back? Alan: do you want him to come back? chat: YES (they already made a desicion. Alan: "You will see in an upcoming video")

Q: Who made stickfight.com? A: Giving how stickfigures work in the universe, some animator made them and thats how they became to be

They have a plan for Green's socials (didnt say anything more)

Q: Would they be Hatsune Miku fans? A: They get obssesed with things easy so everyone would be Hatsune Miku fans. Alan says Red maybe more than the other (Skim says Yellow)

Q: Are The Second Coming and The Chosen One meant to have a brother type relationship? A: Long lost brothers, born from the same source but they're strangers, they dont know each other

if the series keeps going Alan thinks that they might need to focus on another characters cuz there would be nothing more to tell about the main characters

Q: What would their voices sound like? A: Alan personally doesnt think they have voices (tho he say they have kinda telepathic communication) text in influencer arc is like them translating for us :o

fun fact: whooshes were made with a wood ruler fun fact: there's a short with Blue coughing, that's Skim

Q: What happens with death stickfigures? A: Their code is still there just not connected. like theyre in another dimention and its imposible for someone in the living dimention to take the code and revive them (unless they know? idk it was vague)

More adventures to come with different pairs of sticks!

Q: Favorite part about writing stories? A: Making them feel believable, real, like something that could happen (theyre really in the videogame or interacting with that person in the computer)

Q: How old are the stick figures? A: They dont have an official age, you can see them as teenagers/early 20s (because of their personalities) "is not like they're people and age the same"

Q: Do you think AvM tournament arc is a good idea? A: good idea, brainstorming something similar

Q: Would you think of making a series about TCO/TDL or slice of life of the mercenaries? A: Great ideas, would be experimenting with the shorter episodes

Q: Is AvA 12 coming this year? A: Summer if everything goes fine

Q: How Purple met King orange? A: "You've seen the tunnels conecting the outernet and the internet, thanks to the wings Purple could travel safely and meet him"

Q: When is Purple's birthday? A: Alan doesnt know and thinks Purple wouldnt know either (maybe february? Alan feels like it would be)

Q: What are the/would there be Mercenaries official names? A: Become a member to know what production calls them

Q: Least favorite Character? A: Alan is not that emotionally attached to The Chosen One (cuz he's not very emotionally developed) (they have plans for that)

Q: Favorite Episode? A: episode 30 AvM

Q: If you turn off the computer, what happens to the character? A: Think of it as when electricity goes off. Is dark, is cold, nothing works, cant interact with anything. They probably just sleep.

Q: Is AvA/M same universe? A: Same universe, they happen offset of each other (like an alternative path created after discovering minecraft). Sometimes AvA is first, sometimes they happen at the same time (very messy timelines ngl)

Q: Would Mitsi be revived? A: We will see

Alan doesnt play among us (idk random chat question hehe)

Q: Are you planning another series? something different? A: Theyre gonna try with the minisodes

Q: Why are there so many Green episodes and little of the others? (concert, influencer arc, prank) A: They had the ideas before deciding who, is coincidence. They want to even it out.

Q: Why are newer AvM so childish? A: Alan didnt see them as childish and a lot of the audience are children (younger than 30) so

Q: Who made Corndog guy? A: Skim did and he is sorry

Q: Was AvM season 3 planned from the start or was it made as it was going? A: It was a skeleton and got stuff added (like the Warden was added as soon as they knew about it) (Alan contacted the creator of the Warden and he didnt answer until after the episode released lol) The golden apple was a placeholder for whatever the Warden dropped

Q: Will King's son come back? A: Do you want to? (another poll, chat was very divided) "thank you for the feedback" and said nothing more

Alan has cried after watching the finished animation (cried with King and Victim's stories)

Q: Has the story changed? A: Yes, Alan didnt plan to do more after AvA 1

Q: How long did it take to write AvM season 3? A: It took months. Alan got ideas while watching Avengers. King is inspired in Thanos and Purple in Loki

Q: What are some quirks the sticks have? A: Green likes udon noodles and listens to daft punk. Yellow could be into rubiks cube, Blue could be superstitious (horoscopes and astrology), Red has the most ADHD so whatever people with ADHD do. There's nothing "official" and we fans can give them some.

Q: Character you relate the most? A: Alan: The Second Coming. He's he older brother/father figure. Little silly and wants to stay home all day. Skim relates to Victim (connected while writing him.) Quiet and wants to keep occupied with work, has problems relating with people but gets stuff done

Q: How long does it take to make an AvA episode? A: Depends, last one took a year (because of all the new things) 6-8 months if everything goes fine (theyre working on AvA 13 as well)

Q: Is Purple part of the group now? A: Kinda. Like the friend who doesnt live there but visits a lot

Q: Why the name Mitsi? A: Someone sugested reverse Victim's name and change some letters

Q: If you could rewrite someone who would it be? A: Bob

Q: Would there be scary videos? A: Yeah? (kids like scary so maybe?)

Q: Episode you're most proud of? A: Right now Animation vs Adiction

Q: Upcoming video you're excited the most? A: (to avoid spoilers they mentioned the bedwars episode and Alan is excited for the next season of AvM) (Skim is excited for AvA 12&13 and said they're kinda like 2 parts of the same episode 👀)

Q: Would you upgrade to Windows 11? A: Is in discussion

Q: Are there gonna be new characters introduced? A: In AvM maybe, in AvA there's room for that, dont know about mayor characters

Q: Why the sticks dont talk? A: It was unintentional but it turned out fine. no script, no lipsync, no voice actors, more international audience

Q: Animation vs Roblox? A: they have no idea how to do it. it had to be a series and each episode they play different famous games (dont get your hopes up for this one)

Q: When are the mini episodes coming out? A: soon

Q: How rich is corndog guy? A: Not rich enough

[onskepa]

You know? It would be cool if you could make a crossover between sully family and tonowary family with an old human reader who is immortal and has problems with his memory, forgetting very easily a chit chat he had a few minutes ago and can create ice like the ice king from adventure time and is not respected by any other skypeople who always make fun of him in secret and mock him but the reader leaves them be because with great powers come great responsability.

since this basically ice king persona, I watched a few compilations from that good ol' cartoon. Hope its good! Enjoy!

P.S: He is a she in this! Fem reader!

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Zerok

Memories can be either precious or haunting. Depending on the person and circumstances. Some people prefer to lose them, some desire to keep every single fragment. But some are a bit unfortunate, they simply forget. Not like it's their choice, just bad luck. 

Zerok, as many collectively call her, is the oddest person of the human bunch. Yes, everyone is weird in their own way but zerok is just on another level. Many have asked her for something, or if she can assist but zerok….

“What? But I thought you said you wanted the red wires?.....Oh that makes sense, red wires mean KABOOM!! And everyone would be dead. Yeah, you're right, green wires next time!” 

“I wish I had a beard….like a really, really, reaaaaaaaaally long beard. Why? So I can fly! Fly fly so high! And stuff my snacks in it too!” 

“Oh hi! Nice to meet you! I am….uuuuuhhhh…….” 

“Phew, thank you so much lo’ak” norm sighs in relief. Lo’ak climbs down as he just cleared out the vents. Maintaining the airways is a high task that cannot be overlooked if they want to breathe properly. 

“Anytime, uncle” lo’ak replies. 

Norm goes to a monitor to check the air quality that is now flowing. 

“All systems are good. Perfect” 

Satisfied with the current status, they both relax as they feel the cool air enter the room. 

“How are the coolers holding? I'm surprised it's still holding up all these years?” Lo’ak asks curiously. Coolers in the hellsgate has been shut down in certain areas since they are not in use. It does help to save energy and make it easier to take care of the main cooler tanks. 

“So far so good I guess. Zerok takes care of them, "Norm replies. 

“Huh!? Who said my name!? Was it you glob…?” 

Speak of the devil. Or in this case, speak of the ice queen, since now the room felt extra chilly the second she entered. 

“Dad?” lo’ak walks up to his dad with something on his mind. 

“What's up?” Jake replies. 

Lo’ak takes a moment before asking his question, “why is zerok so……odd?”. Didn't want to say weird as it might come off mean when it's not his intention. 

Jake takes a moment, scratching his head, “I honestly don't know. She was already like that when I arrived here. To be honest, she is kind of ok with me. Though she does things that are a bit out of hand…like calling everyone gunter. I have no idea why. I used to remind her, norm, max, everyone tries to remind her of our names. On lucky days she will call anyone by their names, but on not so lucky days, everyone is gunter”

Jake remembers on his first day at the hellsgate. During the briefing, even old quaritch had to warn everyone.

 “And if an old weird lady calls you gunter, just roll with it. Also keep your doors locked at night, we dont need another heart attack” 

“She is harmless and all good” 

“So then why does everyone keep their distance?” lo’ak asks another question. 

“Well, naturally humans dont always feel comfortable around odd things or others displaying odd behaviors. Their senses tell them to back away as possible danger. Or other times they just simple dont like to be near odd people” 

Lo’ak thought of that over and over. He is odd himself, yet people like to be near him. Maybe zerok is a different kind of odd?

“BOOMBAKLAAAAAAAA~!!”

Zerok jumped from the third floor all the way down to the first floor, for some unknown reason.

Norm just shivered everytime he sees her. Quite literally. Its like her presence brings coldness to the air, in times that are not needed.

“Ugh, its that old hag again…” one of the scientists mutters, ready to boil some warm water.

“I'm surprised she didn't go back like everyone else. We are better off without her” another says. But norm just looks at zerok, yeah she is so weird in so many ways but really isn't harming anyone.

“Why the need to say that?” norm asks one of the other guys.

“Come on norm, we already have spider to deal with. With her around making a mess and shit, its like having a toddler in a old persons body”

“Hey now that aint-”

“GUNTER! LOOK THIS WAY!” zerok shouted. Almost instinctively, everyone turned to see a flash of white light. She took a photo, it seems. Another thing norm doesn't understand, zerok has a niche for photography it seems, but it seems in the most random moments. Never giving anyone a moment to prepare.

“Thanks!” and she runs away, the coldness leaves with her.

Tsireya was enjoying the lake not too far from the omatikaya village. The water feeling amazing, a bit warm but amazing nonetheless. Being away from water has made her and her family feed odd. The need to be one with the element is a must. 

But as she takes in the relaxing silence, all of a sudden the water felt….cooler? 

Stopping midway of her swim, she looks around and sees an elderly human. Her hands in the edge of the lake dipping into the water. What was she doing? 

“Hi, I thought you wanted it cold. Alright bye!!!” and the odd human left. 

Tsireya couldn't help but giggle, the human was odd but funny as well.

he side, trying to take in this new update of the old woman. 

“Does she posses something to make water cold?” tsireya asks. 

Lo’ak can only shrug, “to be honest, Im not sure. Everyone keeps mentioning how the air feels colder when she is around. Cold water is news to me” 

Tsireya humms, it would be interesting if she did. 

As they walk, they saw kiri and tuk enjoying some beverages with neteyam. They walk over to see. 

“What are you guys drinking?” lo’ak asks. Tuk can only humm in happiness while neteyam offers him a bowl. 

“Try it” he says. Lo’ak looks at it, was thick in paste but looks smooth as the same time, taking a sip he knew instantly it was banana, but it was mushed and cold? He offers it to tsireya who seems to like it. 

“Its good” she compliments. 

“Zerok made it for us, don't know how but its really really good. She called it a smoothie” neteyam says. 

“Speaking of zerok, has she dont anything weird around you guys? Or seen her doing anything out of the ordinary?” lo’a asks his siblings as he and tsireya sits with them. The other siblings look at each other and try to recall anything. 

“Anything and everything she does is out of the ordinary brother, even for human customs” kiri points. Which is technically true. 

“I like her, she is funny and makes the silliest dance moves” tuk points out. Remembering the few times zerok shows off her silly dances to her. 

“Norm says not everyone likes her, that she is too much to handle” neteyam adds in. Not always he goes to the lab, but when he does, a whisper catches his attention. How many talke so mean behind the old lady. 

“Best to ask spider, he should know a thing or two” 

“She is not normal” spider says bluntly. 

Everyone groaned at his answer, “we already know that cuz” lo’ak mutters. 

Spider shook his head, “no, I mean it literally. She is not normal, like by any human standards or human capabilities” he rephrases. Now this many many head turns. 

“What do you mean by that?” kiri wonders. 

“Best she shows you, come on” 

Spider leads them through a couple of halls, turning left and right. This was tsrieya’s first time seeing human structures, so she seeks comfort by holding lo’ak’s hand. 

Spider leads them all the way down to the air generators. Lo’ak remembers norm telling him how they often need to be maintained, and that zerok is the only one who does it. They all see that the metal parts are  turning slightly red, the temperature growing warm by the second. Spider smiles at this. 

“Perfect! Its getting warm” he says. 

“How is that good? Feels like we are near a fire” 

Spider says nothing more but pushes a button on a nearby wall. In a matter of a few seconds, zerok appears from somewhere. 

“Hi gunter!” she greets. Spider huffs, shaking his head lightly, “its spider, zerok. Always has been”. Reminding her for the millionth time. 

“Ok gunter” she nods. 

Quickly she took notice of the air generators heating up. 

“Oh my gloooooooob! Why didn't you tell me spunter!? This should have been taken care of since 5 megalions ago!” she cries out. 

“What is a…..megalion…?” tsireya whispers. Lo’ak shrugs, “I have no idea”. 

Zerok observes the generator and touches the hottest spot, her hand sizzling from contact. 

“Let it gooooooo!! Let it goooooooo!! Can't hold it back anymooooooooooore~!!” she sings out. And as if by odds, ice spewed out from her hands. Layers of ice began to cool off the hot spots, the air no longer hot. The generator was back to being normal. 

“YAHOOOOOO~!!” going a bit nuts, zerok then creates snow all over the room, to keep the generator cold longer. The kids were in absolute awe. They have never seen anything like this before! 

“Woa!! This is amazing!” tuk cheers, already collecting a bit of snow from the floor. 

“Huh?? Do you guys work here too??” zerok stopped what she was doing to just now notice the tall teens. 

“Uuuuuuuuhhhhh…….yes?” kiri answers awkwardly. 

“Cool!” 

“HUH?! Over 300 years old!?” lo’ak shouts in disbelief. 

After witnessing what zerok’s ice abilities, the kids simply wanted to know more. Apparently she is more than just a wacky old lady with a liking to the gunter name. She is also immortal. 

“Yes” zerok answers as she adds snowflakes to tuk’s ice crown. 

“H-how…?” tsireya’s was also trying to process this information. Immortality is simply impossible. 

“I dunno, its been so long I cant remember. But my only lead, is a prince” zerok answers honestly. 

“If I try to remember, my head begins to hurt, like a loooooooooot. So I dont remember, I forget easily” 

Neteyam noticed her polaroid camera at her side. 

“Is that why you take pictures? To remember” he questions. 

“Yuppa doozers! I have so many pictures, I even forget I took them in the first place! Ok, all done sweetie” 

Tuk stands up and admires her ice crown. Giggling, she prances around, loving how pretty it is while also cooling her head. Zerok grabs her camera and takes a picture of tuk. Her smile is now forever preserved. 

“So when is your birthday?” kiri asks. 

Zerok turns to her curiously, “what birthday?” 

“You know, your birthday, to keep track of how old you are…?” 

Zerok plays with her camera before looking up in a daze, “dang, I can go for have some bacon pancakes…” 

“Zerok? Your birthday…?” kiri tries to remind her. 

“What birthday?” zerok asks again, “I dont have a birthday! I dont even know how old I am!” 

Kiri quietly gave up, seems this human is just simply full of surprises. Even some zerok isnt aware of. 

Night feel, and everyone in the base was heading to bed. Zerok was just putting away her camera while making sure her pillows were extra crunchy with frost. 

“Dabadoo, dadaboo, yada yada, dooooooo~!!” she sings a random melody. Going back and forth to put away things, she stops to notice something. 

“Oh what a pretty blue girl, wonder where she got that crown” she says to herself. Seeing a picture of a na’vi child wearing a pretty ice grown. Around that photo were other na’vi kids. 

“Alright, all set for some sleeps! Tomorrow I should check on spunter, I wonder if he ate anything this month. I know! Ice, who doesnt love ice” 

Climbing onto her bed, zerok gets into a comfy position and lets sleep take over. While her eyes remained wide open, snoring away into the dark abyss that is called her inner mind. 

aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Got stuck on what else to put but hopefully its good! Until next time! See ya!

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Zerok = remember