#but it made me laugh at how diabolical and evil this is

[angelsonthesideline]

[arminsumi]

i know you already made one but i NEED more mean dom! armin arlert to readd 🙏 it’s not a want anymore it’s a NEED for him to say the most evil, diabolically, appalling shit to my face. this man can destroy me however he wants. i need this man to degrade me so bad.

🔞 You're So Mean!

★ Note : mean dom armin? HMM. i cooked this up, hope it's nutritious!

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+ "sl*t"/"wh*re"/"b*tch", dom!Armin, mean!Armin, condescending dirty talk, rough sex, toys, edging, he takes a pic of ur orgasm face, breeding, creampies

He has a cooing, sweet voice when he talks down at you after cumming all over your face.

"Aw, you look so sweet with your tongue out for me. Like a pathetic little puppy. Come crawl over onto my lap and lick me clean now."

You're riding his lap — sorry wait no, correction; he's making you ride his lap and practically bouncing you up and down on his cock. And you're just holding onto his shirt's suspenders, blanking on his cock as it hits deeper and harder with each thrust.

"Nasty fucking slut." he smiles cutely, "Listen to how loud that pussy is. You should be ashamed of how wet you are."

His tone sounds praising and you're so fucked-out when he's got you folded over and restrained over his desk. So you just think he's praising you, you're barely registering the vileness of his dirty talk.

"Baby, you're so pretty, 'm gonna breed your cunt tonight 'n put a baby in you. I think you'll like that, huh? Yeah a slutty little succubus like you loves creampies."

He especially loves taking you from the back, so he can grab your neck from the back and pull you back, forcing you to look up at him with teary eyes.

"Min, 'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" you cry. He just gives you this naughty smile, "Oh baby, bad girls don't deserve to cum. Maybe if you beg I'll change my mind, though. So beg."

"Please! Daddy!" you beg. He's awful, he uses your cock-drunk state to his advantage and makes you beg until your voice goes hoarse.

"That's it, keep begging like a god damn slut. Gonna make me blow my load inside you, pretty girl." he's edged you until your mind melted like a popsicle stick in the heat.

Your knees buckle, he has to keep you upright. His pale, soft hands come down to rub frantic circles at your clit. "Let's make that lil' clit feel good." he grins devilishly against your ear.

Oops! He edges you again and jerks his cock over your pussy 'till he cums, painting your slit white with creamy cum.

"Please! I was so close! I need—mmm fuck!" he shuts you up by stuffing a vibrator into your pussy and letting it buzz at max.

"Aw, I know you were close that's why I edged you, you dumb fucking slut. But look, I'll be a nice boy for you and let you cum this time as long as you tell me you love me, baby."

He almost laughs at how quickly you tell him your I love yous. Over and over. You're incoherent, hole clenching around the G-spot clit vibe, arching and thrusting your hips to help your orgasm along faster.

"Look at that slutty cunt working for its orgasm." he mocks, using one hand to spread your plush ass wide enough until both your holes are exposed. "You're so beautiful. Now you can cum baby, come on chase it like a good puppy and cum for me."

Your eyes roll back, you pant and make the most erotic expression as you cum which Armin mocks. He takes a picture of your cumming face and shows it to you as you come down from your orgasm.

"Isn't she a slutty bitch?" he smiles, then his thumb goes to press the little heart so that picture is favorited in his gallery.

"Miiin, you're so mean!" you complain half-heartedly.

"Yeah, well, you asked for it." he kisses your tear-stained cheek. "Not my fault I caught a kinky bitch, is it?"

Oops. Yeah well you can't deny it — you practically begged your nice boyfriend to degrade you, didn't you? He was so sweet in the beginning but now he loves fucking you until tears stream down your cheeks.

© arminsumi

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[mcflymemes]

THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE (2004) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

my eyes!

pull up your pants, [name]. we're going home.

did you see my underwear? did you want to?

i love being purple.

his chops are too righteous.

you don't need a license to drive a sandwich.

it's some kind of wall of psychic energy.

you two dipsticks wouldn't last ten seconds over the county line.

we paid nine dollars for this?

who turned on the ac?

i suppose i can't execute you.

that's it! i'm through with messing around!

are men afraid of anything?

hey, you know, i actually feel a little better.

i don't even remember why i was sad.

wow, the pressure is already setting in.

your life is in our hands.

hey, look! free ice cream!

i'm making a complete what of myself?

wait, how did you know my name?

eww, i think i stepped in something.

you know, david hasselhoff was a great artist.

stalling? i'm not stalling anything.

are they laughing at us?

don't worry. this'll only hurt a lot.

after going on your life-changing journey, you now realize that you don't want what you thought you wanted. what you really wanted was inside you all along.

are you crazy?

i was just going to say that your fly is down.

this is the greatest day of my life!

i haven't felt this giddy since the day you agreed to be my wife.

lord knows i've tried.

all bubble blowing babies will be beaten senseless by every able-bodied patron in the bar.

i'm supposed to get a toy with this.

i am 100% man!

there. i think i made my point.

you said it yourself, this is man's country. and let's face it. we're just kids.

we don't belong out here.

we do not worship him!

oh... it's evil. it's diabolical. it's lemon-scented!

i got you right where i want you.

can i help you with something?

i've been hired to exterminate you.

you caught me and my friend here in a good mood today, so i'm gonna let you off with a warning.

they were fake?

of course they were fake!

uh, perhaps i've said too much.

that's a big boot.

hold on there, baldy.

oh, grow up. what, you think this is a game of kickball on the playground?

you never had a chance to defeat me!

i'm an evil genius. and you're just a kid.

i guess you're right.

you know, i've been through a lot in the past six days, five minutes, twenty seven and a half seconds.

if i've learned anything during that time, it's that you are who you are.

that's great. now get back against the wall.

i did what everyone said a kid couldn't do!

all right, we get the point!

okay, settle down. take it easy.

too bad [name] isn't here to enjoy [name] not being here.

i couldn't agree more.

there's something i need to say first. i just don't know how put it.

[msilwrites]

The "What Would You Take?" Conversation (Captain Price Fic)

Mama Bear's Question. Captain Price x You (Y/N)

Part 2 Part 3

Possessive! John Price, Possessive! Price, Retired! John Price. Implied Big Boss in SpecGru! John Price, Boss!Price Boss in SpecGru! Price. OMG Evil Genius! John Price Diabolical! John Price

John Price x Y/N, John Price x Reader, Captain Price x You

A/N: This idea was because a reel of this sort, did pop-up in my feed. And the answers were, like the one below. LOL, and for some reason, John Price came into mind. Enjoy this one, cheers!

The kitchen was cozy, the dessert you’d baked earlier now almost gone. John leaned back in his chair, watching you scroll through social media, a soft chuckle escaping your lips now and then.

“What’s funny this time?” he asked, curiosity piqued.

You turned the screen toward him, showing a trending video. “It’s this reel trend, where couples ask what they’d take if they broke up or divorced.”

John’s brow furrowed, his lips curving into a skeptical smirk. “Break up, divorce, huh? Not happening.”

“Humour me, John!” you teased, laughing at his seriousness. “So? What would you take?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “EASY!! Your skincare and makeup. Every last bit of it.”

Your eyes widened and blink at him, baffled. “Excuse me? What are you going to do with my skincare? Use my serums and exfoliate your beard?”

He chuckles, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “So you couldn’t leave the house. If I’m not seeing that pretty face, no one else is.” he says playfully, leaning closer with that signature smirk.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “John, that’s ridiculous! I’d just replace them!”

“Replace?” His fork clinked against the plate as he set it down with purpose. “D’you know how much that stuff costs? Your cleanser alone could pay for a decent takeaway. And don’t get me started on that serum... or the fancy sunscreen.”

You blinked, your smile faltering as realization dawned. “Wait… how do you know that?”

“I pay attention,” he replied casually, though the glint in his eyes gave him away.

“You’ve been researching my skincare routine?” you asked, your voice rising as you gulped.

John leaned forward, his tone all too natural. “You think I wouldn’t notice what’s important to you? Or what you pack every time you stay over?” He leaned back again, smug. “I just made a few… observations.”

Your cheeks flushed, a mix of surprise and embarrassment. “John! That’s not fair!”

“Fair?” he repeated, finishing the last bite of his dessert with a satisfied hum. “What’s fair is me making sure you don’t run off lookin’ irresistible to anyone else.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he countered, standing to take the plate to the sink, “you keep coming back every time. Wonder why that is, love?”

There was no way to respond to that—not without admitting he might have a point. His confidence, frustrating as it could be, left you feeling oddly reassured. Because deep down, you knew—he wasn’t just making observations. He was making it clear: no matter the hypothetical question or scenario, it wasn’t happening—because you were his, and nothing was going to change that.

A/N: Might do a next short for this one, who knows, maybe when something pops up soon! I'll post it quick. Hope you enjoyed this one, cheers! Edit: Part 2 and Part 3 are here.

[pastelpiggielol]

New Years - an Emily Prentiss x OC + Spencer Reid TicFic

So I just finished writing this for my wonderfully amazing boyfriend and his reaction was absolutely incredible so I feel it’s only fair that I share it with the rest of the gremlins that like this stuff too!

Word count: 3372

Genre: fluff, tickling

Characters: Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss Quinn Kaldas (OC)

The trio were sat comfortably at the small, round table waiting for the new years countdown to hit 00:00. Emily, who usually went all out for anything celebratory, chose to stay in with her lover and best friend since Spencer never enjoyed parties much and Quinn was feeling a little fragile thanks to their unfortunately timed menstrual cycle. This left the three of them sat together in Emily's new house playing various card games and talking themselves in circles of laughter. Notably, Emily had poked fun at how embarrassed Spencer and Quinn both got whenever anything to do with tickling gets mentioned.

"But you're so cute when you go all red and embarrassed!" She laughed while the other two fought to hide their faces behind their cards.

"Maybe to you, its mortifying for us." Quinn grumbled.

"Yeah, what are we supposed to do? It's like if someone brought up your most embarrassing memory in conversation and then laughed at you for getting embarrassed about it. You're all evil and I hate you." Spencer huffed with a smile.

"Aww, you don't mean that! If you hated us you wouldn't get so excited whenever we do tickle you." She teased with a big grin.

"Shut uppppp!" they both whined in unison, their faces red behind their cards.

"No way, in fact! I have an idea!" Emily announced with an evil glint in her eye.

"I don't like where this is going." Quinn whispered to Spencer.

"Me neither." He whispered back.

"No you will! I'll go get my UNO game and we'll play it totally normally." She started, clearly excited to reveal whatever twist she had hidden up her sleeve.

"And?" Spencer prompted.

"Aaand, I'll tickle the winner until one of you doesn't want to play anymore." She smiled sweetly as though she hadn't just concocted the worlds most evil, diabolical, heinous plan ever conceived. Quinn and Spencer said nothing but shared an equally skeptical look before reluctantly agreeing to play.

"You're not going to make this super unfair or anything are you?" Quinn whined as Emily started to shuffle and deal the cards.

"Of course not! Whoever gets tickled is determined by whoever wins the game, totally up to chance. I get to sit here with my wine and watch everything unfold." She smiled saccharine sweet and slid the cards to each of them. "Go!" She grinned proudly and sat back to observe.

"I can't tell if I want to win or not." Quinn laughed nervously.

"I can, it'll be so much worse having to watch her get you with no promise I'll get a turn." Spencer spoke quickly and laid his first card.

"Oh shit, yep you're right that's worse, sorry but you're not winning this thing." They laughed, and with their instant rivalry, the game begun. Emily was having the time of her life, watching them get so unbelievably stressed about such a simple game. At one point she though Quinn might jump across the table and hit Spencer after he made them pick up 6.

"Hey! You can't do that! He can't do that!" Quinn shouted in despair as Spencer laid 2 cards together.

"Hmm let me see." Emily pondered, checking the cards laid. "Nope, he can do that, they're the same number and the same colour so yep, they can be placed at the same time." She confirmed smugly.

"Thank you! UNO." He grinned evilly at Quinn who looked nothing less than furious.

"I swear if you have a green or a nine I'm going to kill you." They threatened as they lay their green nine atop his blue nines. The mere second of suspense felt longer than anything they had ever had to wait for until he, very smugly, laid a green 2 on the top of the pile and showed off his now empty hands.

"We have a winner!" Emily cheered as Spencer raised his arms in triumph.

"Sorry Quinn, better luck next time." He apologised insincerely. However, he was cut off by his own yelp as Emily snuck behind him whilst he was gloating and had attacked him under his arms. In an instant, he snapped his arms down in an attempt to stifle her attack but just ended up trapping her hands against one of his most ticklish spots. All he could feel was Emily's fingers worming mercilessly into the ticklish skin and muscle where they were pinned, he tried his best to hold back his reactions in front of Quinn but her hands were just too much. Within moments he became a laughing, wriggling mess as he simultaneously leaned into the tickles while trying to fight it. His mind was a complete turmoil of happiness and laughter and overwhelming embarrassment that he was being watched.

Quinn glared down at the cards they had slammed to the table in frustration, however their anger was cut off by Spencer's tell-tale squeal. They snapped their attention to the scene in front of them: Spencer screwing his face tight with a wide grin while Emily had her hands pinned under his arms. They could tell he was trying to hold back and in an instant, they felt their face burn hotter than the surface of the sun. The way Emily was grinning in smug pride while Spencer could barely hold himself together made them want to entirely disappear. Their chest burned with desperation to get away from them, but the most they could do was bury their face in their hands so they didn't have to look.

"Stop hiding baby! Why are you hiding your cute face?" She teased as she continued her attack on the now hysterical man in front of them.

"Shut up!" They whined, sinking into their chair.

"You won't get tickled for as long if you can't watch him fall to pieces, you know how much better it makes it when you're being watched." She probed, her voice low and sing-song. Very reluctantly, Quinn pulled their hands away from their eyes and watched as Spencer struggled to stay still, his laughter almost drowning out Emily's teasing. Their face burned so hot they thought they might combust and they hugged their knees close to shrink themself as much as possible. They would actually be content in that moment for the gates of hell to open beneath them and swallow them whole rather than have to watch Spencer get tickled.

After far too long, Emily finally slid her hands away from Spencer's body as he started to catch his breath. With the most shit eating grin she had ever worn, she sat back in her chair and took a smug swig of her wine before scooping the cards up, shuffling them, and dealing them all over again.

"Round two, same rules. Quinn starts because they lost." Emily stated as the pair started to organise their hands.

"And it wont happen again. You're both the worst." They grumbled as they begun the second round. This round was just as intense as the previous round, if not more because Quinn was dealing with the lasting effect of watching Spencer get tickled while also knowing they were fighting for their turn or else it would happen again. The thought of having to watch again was more terrifying than the thought of being tickled in front of a spectator. Every card that they were able to place was like a little shot of electricity through their stomach and every time they had to pick up made them feel nothing short of distraught. As tension rose and rose between them both, the speed of the round increased with cards being slammed to the table as fast as they could.

"No!" Spencer laughed as he was forced to pick up two.

"Payback!" Quinn grinned as they stared down at their three cards and laid a blue seven.

"Just for that, I'm making you pick up." He huffed and set a plus four onto the pile.

"You bastard!" They shouted, whining at every card they had to pick up. He then proceeded to lay a yellow six.

"That's the ONE colour I don't have! Emily he's cheating!" They whined , pointing at Spencer accusingly.

"No he isn't sweetheart, trust me I've got eagle eyes on both of you. No cheating at my table." She hummed while drinking her red wine, which earned a loud, infuriated growl from Quinn as they very reluctantly picked up from the deck.

"I just need yellow PLEASE." They begged the deck as they slid the red eight into their growing hand. And in 2 swift moves from Spencer, the game was over.

"What? What happened??" They stared at the pile in sheer confusion, they hadn't even heard him say uno.

"I had a yellow three and a yellow skip so I payed the skip first so you couldn't block me, said uno and then laid the last card. Short story: I won." He grinned, smug as ever.

"Oh that's unlucky baby, still want to play?" Emily cooed as she moved ever so slowly toward Spencer as he stared at her in anticipation. 

"Shut up." They pouted and tried to stare at the table. Seconds later, Spencer lit up in a frenzy of laughter and squeals, the table shaking slightly as he wriggled around. They tried with all their might to keep their eyes locked on the table, despite being able to feel their face growing redder by the second. And then Emily started to speak.

"Does it tickle Spence? Does it tickle when I do this?" She teased as she prodded and poked his ribs and sides. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!" She chanted with the widest smile. Both Quinn and Spencer yelled a simultaneous tirade of protests and incoherent yelling. Quinn felt as though their organs were trying to squirm out of their body and they didn't blame them, Emily was being nothing less than the devil reincarnate. They hid helplessly in the neck of their hoodie, peeking occasionally at the scene in front of them and every time they did they only grew more and more flustered. And jealous.

All they could think about beyond the embarrassment was how much they wanted Emily to tickle them. She knew their body inside and out and knew all their most ticklish spots. They didn't have to think to know that Emily would tickle them the best way every single time and knowing their chance to receive that hinged on their ability to outplay Spencer in a card game made their chest ache. And then they realised. 

"Emily!! You're so horrible!! You knew he would win, he always wins card games!" They shouted out above Spencer's raucous laughter.

"Took you long enough sweetheart! I just know how much you love it when other people get tickled!" She smiled saccharine sweet as she continued her attack on Spencer, who by this point was almost a perfect ball. All they could do was whine in despair as they watched, again wanting nothing more than for their skeleton to leave their skin and disappear forever. 

Finally, after far far too long, Spencer called time out to catch his breath and Emily took her seat between them again.

"Do you want a third round?" She asked Quinn, prying their hand from their face and kissing it softly. Quinn didn't utter a word, rather they shook their head and grunted in the universal grump language for 'no'. "Aww that's a shame, don't you want a turn?" She cooed.

"Duh but I wont get one if I have to play against him." They grumbled with their face squished against their knees.

"Then maybe you deserve a little participation reward, what do you think Spence?" Emily asked with a faux kindness that meant she was bout to become the most evil woman on Earth. Spencer, having just about caught his breath, nodded fervently. "Majority rules then." She smirked before standing up and moving toward Quinn. In an instant, their heart was racing and their entire body tensed up in anticipation. Her hands hovered around their waist and stomach, floated up to their neck and armpits and sunk toward their ribs. Their heart was practically in their throat and their skin prickling so strongly they thought they could feel the ghosts of her hands tingling across their skin. 

That was until Emily made contact. The instant that her fingers met the skin of Quinn's neck, they let out a shriek and snapped their head backward to attempt to block her attack. However, in doing so, they only redirected her hands to their underarms where she scribbled, dug and wormed just the same way she had done to Spencer and sent Quinn's shrieking into uncontrollable writhing and squealing, their arms flailing while trying to pin their elbows to their sides. Their eyes were screwed tightly shut so all they could hear was Emily chanting "Tickle tickle tickleeee!" in their ear and laughing at their suffering. 

Eventually, she freed her hands from the vice like grip of their arms and began her assault on their ribs, prodding, poking, jabbing and digging at each and every spot she knew would light Quinn up like a firework. And it worked flawlessly. They were screaming, laughing, writhing and cursing her out like it was the last thing that would ever happen to them. In truth, they thought maybe it would be the last thing they do because they felt as though they could die at any second. And once again, Emily's words were like gasoline to a forest fire.

"Come on Spence! Don't hide, come join in! I'm sure they'll love it if you tickle them too!" She beckoned while dodging Quinn's attacking arms. At first all they could hear was a muffled grunt before his chair scraped across the floor. Their heart filled with adrenaline and Emily's tickling became the most overwhelming feeling there could ever possibly be. It exploded throughout their body as though they had sugar pumping through their veins. And the sugar exploded further when they felt Spencer's large, warm hands snake below their hoodie and t-shirt and lightly run across their stomach. It was common knowledge between them that their stomach was easily their most ticklish spot so just the simple, light caressing was enough to turn their head into a clouded mess. Emily continued tickling their ribs and underarms while Spencer slowly teased them, his fingers spidering tantalisingly over their skin. 

They couldn't form a coherent thought if they tried, Spencer's tickling felt as though the breath was being sucked right out of their lungs as soon as they took a breath. They were laughing so hard they were beginning to feel lightheaded but they simply couldn't tell them to stop. If anything, they wanted Spencer to hurry up and commit to what he was doing. And as if he read their mind, he started to scribble and spider rapidly across their skin, sending them into a state of mindless bliss. Their laughter was so hard they couldn't even hear Emily's ceaseless taunts over the blood rushing through their ears (thankfully). They were even writhing so much they were almost falling off their chair. The charade only came to an end when they managed to kick the underside of the table with full force and hurt their shin.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Emily asked, instantly pulling her hands away and checking their leg for wounds.

"Ah! Crap that hurt." They hissed, screwing their face up in pain.

"Should I get an ice pack?" Offered Spencer. Emily nodded and he scurried away to fetch a bag of ice.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll put you in a safer place next time okay?" Emily apologised sweetly and gently, petting their hair and holding their hand as they breathed through the throbbing pain. Spencer eventually returned and placed the ice pack on the red mark on their shin.

"Let's play something else for a while, it's still a few hours until midnight." He suggested and started to clear up the UNO cards.

"Good idea, why don't we watch a movie? That should take us up to the countdown on TV." Emily agreed. The three conversed about which movie to watch and landed on Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back and sat together on the sofa - Quinn with their leg propped on a stool so the ice pack could stay balanced - with snacks to watch the movie. 

By the time the movie ended, the clock read 11:52pm and Quinn's pain was receding by the second. They decided to be done with the bag of now slightly cold water and tough out the aching pain as they stood up and fetched drinks for them all. For such a small celebration, this was easily one of their favourite New Years Eve's they'd ever had. When they came back - three champagne glasses in hand - the New Years broadcast was on TV showing the crowd of people waiting for the New York ball to drop. 

"You both know the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne right?" They asked as they sat between the two.

"Of course, its a traditional Scottish song that's been a staple of New Years Eve in many countries for centuries - since the mid 19th century in fact - and the true Scottish tradition is to sing the lyrics while everyone is stood in a circle with their arms crossed over their chest and holding hands with the people beside them. In the traditional dance everyone runs toward the middle at the end of the song but since New Years is usually celebrated in large groups, that part of the tradition is often missed out of fear of getting hurt." Spencer rambled with his characteristic goofy little smile.

"Cool, why do you know that?" Asked Quinn in bemusement. He simply shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV which now showed the countdown at 05:42.

"Five minutes until its the New Year, guess I wont be tickling you until 2010." She laughed to herself and earned a groan and sharp nudge from Quinn.

"Shut up, you're evil and I think you should go to hell to be with the rest of the devils down there." They huffed, watching the numbers tick below four minutes.

"No you don't, you'd miss me." She smiled at Quinn's disapproval. The next few minutes of build up was mostly silence as they watched the broadcast until the timer was on its last fifteen seconds. The trio stood up in front of the TV to count down alongside the crowd on the screen, drinks in hand.

"Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" They all chanted in unison as the ball dropped on TV. Emily hurried to pull Quinn into an excited kiss, both smiling into it before taking a deep drink of their champagne. Moments later, the crowd began to sing Auld Lang Syne as it blared over the loud speakers at the gathering.

"Let's do the thing!" Quinn said excitedly, crossing their arms over their chest and reaching for Emily and Spencer's hands. They both followed suit and they began to happily sing the traditional song, all three smiling their happiest most beautiful smiles.

"Oh Quinn!" Emily called once the song was over, still holding each others hands.

"Yeah?" They responded quickly.

"Happy New Years!" She yelled before darting behind them and attacking their sides with tickles before they could move their hands to defend themself. Naturally, they screamed and started to writhe like a fish out of water, their laughter filling the entire room.

"Emily! That's so mean! Ah!" They cried between howling laughter.

"What? I told you I wouldn't tickle you until 2010 and now it's 2010!" She remarked proudly as she supported their weight while ruthlessly scribbling and jabbing her fingers into their skin. As they had before, they were overcome with feelings of happiness and joy, that wonderful sugary feeling zooming through their veins as they leant into their girlfriend's arms. This tickling was different from what she had been doing before, she was being gentler and more loving, holding their body close and peppering their cheek and neck with ticklish kisses. Their giggles and squeals drowned out the sound of the TV and all they could see through their barely open eyes was Spencer giving them both his wide, gorgeous smile and his face as red as his jumper. There was absolutely no denying that this was the best New Years Eve ever.

[hheartsdramas]

I guess this tumblr is just me documenting my live reactions as I watch dramas, here’s inside my head while watching the last 4 episodes of Blossom:

Ep 31

is her dad the biggest idiot on this show or a secret scheming mastermind?

ugh I thought we were shot of Lady Wei when her brother died

and why did Ji Yong have to go evil?? naughty boy and not in the fun way *shakes finger at Ji Yong*

the emperor sucks, I can’t wait for him to die

I don’t know what to think of Ji Yong anymore. like he’s keeping Dou Zhao safe but the way things have gone I can’t put it past him to let Song Mo die

this episode made me so angry, I want to smack so many smirks off of so many faces

Ep 32

Dou Zhao’s dad’s backbone always grows only when its way too late to really matter

I literally squealed “PUPPY!” because I am a cliche

oh god whatever this substance is I hope Song Mo can hold onto his sanity and stab Evil Eunuch Guy in the face

do you think spitting blood is written into every studio contract? what happens if an actor or director wants to try conveying illness/injury some other way?

this dream sequence!!!!

grandma’s back! girl where have you been shit’s been going down and could use a little matriarch smack down energy

did anyone else notice that the moon isn’t magically full in this episode? doesn’t actually matter to anything but it makes me laugh to notice what the moon does in cdramas

are they trying to make uncle out to be a good guy? a double agent of some sort? I don’t understand and I don’t buy it. he’s horrible and deserved a much shittier death

honestly this version of house arrest looks divine

Ep 33

I’m glad An Su has finally started recognizing that the flags are RED red but I fear t won’t end well for her

why do poisoned emperors always put things together when they’re about to die and not, like, the one of the first five times their wives smile evilly at them?

ohhhhhh okay so empress does have a backstory and now I totally support women’s wrongs. kill that rotten man!

this idiot emperor I—

how do you make taking medicine romantic? well you make one of them dying and delirious and the other trying to save them by doing mouth-to-mouth delivery of the medicine. like with a baby bird.

I’ve decided the white hair is hot, but it’s more that he’s hotter the less put together he looks. cuz this “I’ve been delirious but got tumbled by my wife” look with all the tendrils is a good one

there have been so many tertiary dude characters in this show I don’t even remember who this Gu Yu is or why he cares about Song Mo or why he’s easily convinced to commit treason

wait! Dou Zhao what are you doing there, this is so obviously a trap I can’t even

well this was obviously a trap, I shouldn’t have doubted…or should I have? oh no, I shouldn’t have

except that’s a lot of soldiers

FINALLY someone stabbed Evil Eunuch Guy!!!

are Song Mo’s soldiers wielding…trees? what am I looking at?

okay folks final episode!!!

so Ji Yong didn’t go evil? phew that’s a relief

damn that acupuncture point must really be something else

“kindly return” in Dou Zhao’s letter to the crown prince is honestly peak comedy

I’m sorry did you see that man duck because he somehow KNEW his wife was about to save his ass? destined for sure

Song Mo that punishment is DIABOLICAL my jaw DROPPED

“do you really want to leave me?” sir you are old and an idiot and his wife is beautiful and puts out. it’s really no contest

OH FUCK YEAH AN SU!! (I guess this is supposed to be emotional but honestly I feel bad exactly zero amount)

the emperor gave him the antidote? wait ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT AWFUL MAN HAD THE CURE THE WHOLE TIME

ohhhhhhhh. *grumble* I still don’t like him

I’m honestly surprised that we weren’t all terrified when we found out Dou Zhao was pregnant because with genes like that any child would be an absolute terror (affectionate)

personal headcanon: An Su and Official Su are girlfriends. (took til the last episode to find a decent sapphic ship but I’ll take it)

and they all live happily ever after yayyyyyyyy

I had a great time with this drama! Nothing spectacular or awe-inspiring, but highly entertaining and beautiful to look at with a satisfying ending, plus a well-matched, drama-free main couple. I’m glad MZY and LYR are getting their due for it!

[mirror-to-the-past]

So, I stopped liveblogging after a bit, because I just got absolutely lost in the EVERYTHING that was the OMORI Concert, but holy SHIT. What did everyone think of it? Any favorite pieces???

As I previously mentioned, "Trouble NEVER/ALWAYS" leading into "You Were Wrong. Go Back." was NUTS. The way that the orchestra made it so hype, you'd really think it was the introduction of an evil galactic overlord, rather than some guy throwing a tantrum after his girlfriend broke up with him, haha!

I can not emphasize enough how their rendition of "Trees..." tremendously altered my perception of the song. I liked it a lot before, really, but it wasn't particularly moving to me- just peaceful. This version of the song was so. wow. I struggle to find words for it. Same with "Sugar Star Planetarium" right afterwards. Fucking. Gorgeous.

Also putting "Just Leave Me Alone" and the rest of which I shall now call the Hooligans Suite, as they meshed it together in such an epic and cohesive way, after "Where We Used to Play" was just diabolical. I FELL OUT OF MY SEAT I WAS SO SURPRISED BY THE LOUDNESS, LOL. Speaking of the "Hooligans Suite" the guitarists just. URGH I LOVE THEM. This concert was way more metal than I expected, and I LOVED IT. The entire "Just Leave Me Alone"-"Cram It Wad"-"It Means Everything" was insanely epic, I felt like my heart stopped. Just like Space Boyfriend's theme, using the other Hooligans pieces as buildup to the main boss theme was so, so good. Did Aubrey and her gang such justice, like. I just felt so happy for my girl.

And then they put "Home for Flowers (Empty)" right afterwards, lol. If anyone's curious about how I looked after that sudden mood shift:

I'm now thoroughly on board of loving World's End Valentine now, because the instrumentation hurts my head less now, with this version, haha.

I am ADMITTEDLY a bit bummed that they didn't perform "Poems in the Fog" and "Forest Frenzy," as I can visualize Music Engine's style for those pieces so well, and I know it would be soooo beautifulll... but oh well...

I'm plesantly surprised that "Swirly 1000x" made the cut!! Very underrated piece, only used for one fight but godDAMN does it hit hard. The guitar 🎸🎸oncccee agaiiin. Crazy.

Also I knowwww it's not the most amazing piece in the world, but the jazz section of The Last Resort could have opened so cool with "Hanging With the Boys" right before that, but it's alright, I'm not gonna lose sleep over it.

The way I laughed when they jumpscared us with the organ for the first time because GoldenVengence was important enough as to demand the need for such a stately instrument, lol!

Can we talk about the clarinet in "Underwater Highway" because oooooghhh bleeeeh dead upon impact. It was so wonderful.... I love that piece already, but they made the descending notes so magical, and tranisitioned into "Squall" so beautifully.

You know what I AM gonna lose sleep over? THEY DIDN'T INCLUDE "H20:HCL" in the underwater section!! That piece is so beautiful... 😭😭

I think I blacked out and entered a trance-like state with everything from "See You Tomorrow" to "Truth." Somewhere within that period, wine and a tissue box appeared magically at my side, lmfao. Small comment in the midst of everything else that was That Section of the concert, but I'm so glad they kept "Gone," because that piece is so necessary for me, within that whole climactic sequence. It just oozes catharsis, it HAS to be included, no matter what.

But yeah anyway, "See You Tomorrow" and "Crossroads" just emanates the warmth of evening in summer. Those songs are laced with something magical, because I can see the orange of sunset so palpably in my mind's eye whenever I hear those pieces. Sweat on my skin, old t-shirts with fruit juice stains on them, other kids shrieking in the streets, being afraid of my neighbor's loud dog, getting pricked by thorns after walking into the forest- that's what those songs sound like to me. I don't get too nostalgic for the past much, but those songs make me feel like I'm a kid again. This rendition captured them perfectly.

Also wow, Basil, I see you and "A Home for Flowers (Daisy)" in the orchestral version, sounding like you jumped directly out of a Ghibli movie. I see you. T_T

Ha-ha-ha when the lights dimmed during "You Must Carry On" I didn't start freaking out at all..ha-ha-ha. What? I would never break out into goosepimples and jitters. Ha-ha-ha. Full body shakes who? I don't know her.

When "OMORI" started playing, a few others in the house who had never played the game and knew little to nothing about it stopped talking amongst themselves and came to watch the TV. It's THAT POIGNANT. I'll be honest, I love love love "DUET" as much as the next OMORI fan, but the song that makes me cry upon hearing it every time was never DUET, it was this one. DUET is a warm resurgance and appreciation for the things left behind, with a slight twinge of regret. "OMORI" is just pure, raw pain. And the string section didn't let me forget ittt hahahaha.

Tears were shed, people (me) were shaking, etc. etc. THANK YOU KAWAI KOTA for your amazing work in acting as Sunny's role amonst the violinists and concertmaster, your solo violin work and passion fully recaptured my feeling of playing the game for the first time, biting my nails with anticipation and heartache at whatever was happening next. Same goes to Kawamura Noriko for her work on piano, just... aaaaaaa!

Also bo en jumpscare!!! I love and respect that one individual in the audience who yelled "hands...!" during "My Time." It's honestly cruel for live orchestra to have the rule of "be silent during the performance!" because I would've had a vein popping if I was there from wanting to sing along so bad. I MEAN. IT'S *THE* SONG. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SING ALONG TO IT. Lucky for me, I was at home, and got to tipsily sing along to the lyrics from muscle memory, lmao.

I was expecting the choir that I saw filing into view to be for "My Time" that ended up playing later anyway- "Tee-hee Time" was a welcome surprise and amazingly epic!

Anyway that's about it from the top of mt head at the moment!! Please yell at me about what you thought of the concert- I stayed up late, went to sleep, got up again, and am still vibrating about it, lol! This has been the best part of my year so far- no joke.

ALSO WOOO OMORI MANGA. Can't wait for ENG translations- if this adaptation gives Sunny more explicit character voice, I'm not going to shut up about it ever. I won't shut up about it anyway, but I'll be not-shut-upping about it even more.

[smolghostbot]

A Little Role Playing

Because this scenario was rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken for at least a week. This was meant to be more of a microfiction but turns out I can't be brief to save my life.

(in my anxious opinion this is a little bit zestier than what I would normally post but it's still firmly a g/t story. Just keep that in mind.)

Word Count: 1.5k

CWs: consensual fearplay gone too far, mouthplay and vore vibes, vague spicytime allusions and that is definitely the intent but the fun turns unfun before anything serious happens

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“I- I’ll never tell you anything, human!” shouted the diminutive voice at the towering form in front of them.

“Hehehe… I have ways of making a tiny little thing like you talk…,” spoke the form, a man named Evan. He quickly changed his tone, though, as he added in a whisper, “Was the laugh too much? Too on-the-nose?”

“The laugh was fine, babe, but don’t overdo it,” quietly responded Avery, caught in Evan’s loose fist. After quickly clearing their throat, they continued shouting, “I’ll never talk! You’ll never get me to reveal where my town is! I’ll take our secret to the grave, on my honor!”

Evan rolled his eyes at this. The human had regularly questioned why his borrower partner was so in love with this scenario, but based on their past experiences, it was always the one that made Avery tick. Evan simply played along as best as he could on days where they agreed to play out Avery’s fantasies, and this was one such day.

“Now now, little borrower, that’s a lot of words, but not a lot of answers. I said to tell me where your town is, or else!” Evan growled, as his fist gave a quick squeeze to Avery.

“N-never!”

“Very well then… if you’re no good as an informant, I could find another use for you…” the human said, giving himself time to think over what to do as a threat. They had played this little game often, and this was always the part where things tended to diverge. What direction things progressed in depended on the mood of the two partners, but Avery was very clear about what they wanted out of their game tonight: Scare me.

Evan thought back to when they first met, when he had discovered Avery attempting to steal food from his pantry. The little thing was terrified of Evan back then, begging and pleading for their life before Evan had even said a word. From the sound of it, Avery was missing that thrill, that exciting fear of being caught by a human, and Evan decided to commit to the act in order to please his partner.

“Hm… what to do with you…” he murmured, before they were both caught off-guard as Evan’s stomach loudly rumbled. Evan decided to run with this as inspiration as he continued his “evil” speech… this was a direction things hadn’t gone in before.

“You know… if you won’t say anything of help to me, perhaps you could help me in another way…” Evan spoke, as he did his best diabolical grin. He saw Avery’s face begin to pale as they were moved closer to the human’s mouth.

“H-hey, wait, I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but…” stammered Avery, in what sounded like their role-playing voice. That simply wouldn’t do, thought Evan, as he spoke again.

“Oh? Your wandering eyes tell me that you know exactly what I’m thinking about, tiny one. Tell me where the others are, or I may help myself to the nice little snack in my hand…”

The fear in Avery’s voice was quickly becoming more real. “H-hey, uh, I don’t know if I like the direction this is going…” They said, as they gulped in nervousness. Evan only continued to smile as he spoke, “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to be scared? Is the little nugget chickening out?”

Avery could only stutter as they thought of what to say. “C-come on, Ev, we’ve talked about how terrifying this kind of thing is to me… you were supposed to, um, you know…”

Unfortunately, their words fell on deaf ears as Evan began to laugh, a laugh which was somewhere between their fake laugh from earlier and the real deal. He continued to hold his borrower partner near his mouth, moving them out of his fist and into a loose grip, held between his index finger and thumb. “What’s wrong, little borrower? You wanted to be afraid, didn’t you? You love being afraid… I bet you’ve been wanting me to do this for ages, haven’t you?”

“N-no, no seriously Evan, not like this… knock it off…” whimpered Avery, being sure to emphasize the use of Evan’s name, which was their signal that things were turning very real.

“Oh no, is the little one getting scared? Tell me you’re scared and maybe I’ll let you go… maybe,” chuckled the human.

“Evan… I- I know you won’t hurt me, b-but, you’re acting very weird right now… it’s scaring me… can we change the script?” pleaded Avery, who was staring at the grinning, gaping maw that was moving right in front of them.

Evan chuckled, now was his chance to truly give his partner the adrenaline rush they craved. “The script? There’s no script, little borrower. This is very, very, real… and you’re about to become a very little meal… any last words?”

The fear on his partner’s face was palpable, and Evan could feel Avery’s heartbeat soaring. “Evan… Evan stop. Safe word time. Evan… Evan!” They cried, as Evan moved them closer to his mouth. Avery could feel the human’s breath on their skin as they were more close enough that Evan could easily bite down on them.

“S-s-seriously, Evan, Evan stop! Th-this isn’t funny! Game’s over! S-stop!”

But Evan ignored their pleas, gently moving the borrower close to their tongue, and giving them a small, but still gentle lick across the front of their body, causing Avery to shiver in fear.

“H-hey, s-stop! Say something! Stop this! Evan, I know this isn’t you!” Avery cried, desperate for this game to end. The human leaned their head back, so that the terrified borrower was dangling above the gaping mouth. As the human’s eyebrows furrowed, Avery continued to plead.

“Evan, Evan please, don’t do this, I-I don’t know what I did to upset you but this isn’t the solution, we can talk about this, please! I… I don’t want to die, Evan, please! I’m sorry, for whatever I did I’m sorry!”

With that, Evan smiled a devious grin, before moving Avery down closer to his mouth… and giving them a quick kiss. “Was that the fear you-” he started to say, before noticing something was off. That kiss tasted… different than usual. As the human looked down at their partner, it became obvious that Avery was sobbing, face covered in tears. “P-please, please Evan don’t do this, please…” was all they kept muttering to themself, seeming to ignore the kiss entirely.

“Woah, hey, hey Aves, it’s okay,” Evan quickly stated, as he finally realized he may have gone too far. “You… you know I was just playing, right? It wouldn’t have been scary if I just stopped. You wanted me to be scary, remember?”

Avery was clearly in shock at they stammered, trying to form words. “I… I wanted you to scare me, not… not threaten to eat me! What… why would you… why did you do that?!”

“Woah, Aves, calm down, calm down, let me just, uh, put you down…”

“Don’t… don’t ‘Aves’ me right now, Evan! You almost killed me!” cried the borrower.

Evan knew that he should be calm, but he couldn’t help  but rise to anger at Avery’s accusations. “I wasn’t going to actually eat you! I was just trying to scare you, like you asked me to do! You were the one whining that I was too predictable, so I mixed it up! You’re welcome!”

Avery flinched at Evan’s voice raising, and Evan could tell that Avery was uncharacteristically fearful. Normally, the little borrower was actually the more pushy one in the relationship, so to see them buckle like this was heartbreaking to Evan. “I- I’m sorry… I-I guess I did… y-you’re right, just… d-don’t do it again… please…”

Evan sighed and took a deep breath before trying to talk again. “Aves… I mean, Avery… I should be the one apologizing, I took things too far, but I just wanted to make you happy…”

“Just… just put me down, Evan.”

Evan complied, and placed Avery down on the floor, before getting on his knees on the floor to be as level as possible with the borrower.

“Look, I’m sorry… How about we wind down, watch some movies, and share an ice cream? We still have some of your favorite flavor left…” said Evan, trying to keep his tone as quiet as possible. However, the borrower had other plans.

“I… I want to go home… sorry, I think I just need… a little break from human time for now…”

Human time, Evan repeated mentally. That was a term Avery hadn’t used since they first started dating, when they were overwhelmed with the sheer size of the human, and needed to be around people their own size for a while.

“I… understand… I’m sorry again, Avery. Can you… forgive me? Please?”

“... I’ll be back in a day or two… we can talk then.” was all Avery said, as they turned and quickly walked towards the borrower hole in the wall.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic - Since Beardo Philip has at least one evil bone in his body, I think it would be fun to see him and a Reader pretend he's a villain capturing a prince or princess. He lifts the Reader over his shoulder and carries them into his hideout cave like it's his evil lair. Reader plays along by helplessly kicking their legs in the air though they secretly enjoy being carried.

The Prince / Princess of the Boiling Isles (Beardo Philip x Pretend! Prince / Princess Reader)

The Boiling Isles considered you to be their most beautiful prince / princess.

Why?

Because you were responsible, always helping others when you could.

You were compassionate, even towards those who displayed cruelty.

You demonstrated complete respect for the Titan and did everything in your power to protect the environment and the people you loved.

You enjoyed the world around you and found happiness in everything you did.

Rather than dismissing someone as a bad person, you opted to help them improve when they were facing difficulties.

You followed your heart and carried out what was right.

You searched for understanding and peace in disputes and conflicts and ensured that everyone was treated fairly in the end.

You showed bravery in confronting your problems.

Your dreams were made a reality by your hard work.

You never judged a book by it's cover.

No matter what happened, you never gave up.

You took love at a slow pace and embraced your unique talents.

But most importantly, you were true to who you were.

Your inner beauty illuminated like a light thanks to all those positive traits and aspects.

...

One day, after completing your "chores" in the totally real "castle" that you lived in, you decided to take a nice walk in the woods.

After being cramped "indoors" all day, you were craving some fresh air.

Putting on your favorite leisure outfit, you headed out the "castle" doors.

...

During your small stroll, you passed by a bush and paused when you heard rustling coming from it.

You let out a small giggle in your hand, assuming it was one of your animal pals playing a game.

However, you were wrong when a man jumped out, causing you to jump and squeal in surprise.

Your eyes were curiously fixed on him, your mouth slightly agape.

What was he doing in that shrub and who was he?

The man's hair, long and brown, was tied in a messy ponytail, and he had a mustache and beard.

He also wore a blue coat as well as a sinister smile on his face.

Looking you up and down, the man began to twirl his mustache like a stereotypical villain, which "scared" you as you tried not to laugh.

"So, you're that prince / princess that I've been hearing about," He hummed softly, wasting no time to lift you over his shoulder as you squeaked.

"You're coming with me!" He declared, quickly taking off with you as he laughed his diabolical laugh.

You were now his.

"Nooo!" You cried out dramatically, "helplessly" kicking your feet.

How could this monster kidnap you?

"What's the matter, prince / princess? Not keen on coming with me?" The man asked, letting out a devilish laugh.

"No, I'm not! Let me go! Let me go, you foul fiend!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he insisted.

"Now, be a good little captive or I'll feed you to a Stonesleeper. I heard they have a strong craving for princes / princesses, especially cute ones such as yourself."

"Nooo! Someone help me!" You cried out again, but no one came to your aid.

Poor you.😔

When the two of you arrived at the "evil lair" (it was really just his cave), he began doing the most diabolical thing one could ever do to someone... he started covering your cheeks with loving kisses.

His facial hair caused you to giggle as it tickled your skin.

Persuading Philip to join you on this may have been challenging, but you're pleased that you managed to do it.

[asteria7fics]

You knocked it out of the park with that chapter! I'm really enjoying the way you're characterizing everyone, Kyle in particular. And I felt so bad for Stan when Kyle was ripping into him too. You really know how to pull on heartstrings. I was really happy to see that Heidi cameo too, it made me laugh when Stan was like I'm his chef and she was like "Congratulations." and called up Kyle anyway. Also Cartman is so sinister too oh man. "See you in hell, cockbreath"

It was a tasty dish once again! I hope covid isn't getting you too down, you got this!!

Aaaaah thank you so much!!! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

All of the bits of them fighting were so hard to write, I just want them to be in love and happy together!! That final argument at the end of the chapter had been looming over me the entire time I was writing the thing, so I’m glad it came across well!

Aahaha I missed writing for Heidi! And for Cartman, in a way. I was honestly concerned he wouldn’t come across as diabolical enough in this fic, but I think he’s ended up being my most evil Cartman yet, in his own way.

Thank you my friend!! I’m still alive out here, though I’ve spent literally all day today sleeping. Much needed rest, I’m afraid!

[wishitweresummer]

Claw Game (Dream x Sapnap)

Word count: 779

(part two is here.)

((This is apart of Sap’s Tickle Games!!))

"Dream don't!!! DON'T!!!". Sapnap thrashed wildly under a smirking Dream. He was on top of him and keeping his wrists pinned firmly to the ground above his head. His shirt had been pulled up to reveal his stomach and Dream had his hand hanging over it diabolically. Stupid claw game.

"Stay still, I'm trying to pick my prize.", Dream teased. Sapnap whined and kicked at the ground.

Dream moved his clawed hand over to the right, then left again, letting it dangle idly as if it was really a claw inside one of those claw machines instead of just Dream being an idiot. Sapnap huffed in fury. Dream and him often got into fights and Sapnap would find himself pinned and tickled, but this technique was completely driving him up a wall. Dream tickling him would usually be pretty straightforward; pin him down and tickle him. Sapnap can't remember a time before where he was ever toyed with like this. His ears burned with embarrassment from how such a childish game was affecting him.

"You're an idiot!!", he shouted. He had to look away when his voice cracked and Dream barked out a little laugh at it. Sapnap vowed to kill him as soon as he was free.

Suddenly, Dream picked his prize and his clawed hand dropped down to the right of Sapnap's bellybutton and all five fingers pressed in as the hand vibrated. Sapnap threw back his head and screamed. The nerves inside of him had been winding up into a tighter and tighter ball as Dream teased him. Now, he was near hysterical. Dream watched in amazement as Sapnap thrashed and shrieked with laughter, not moving from that spot on his tummy.

"What is going on? You're so ticklish today!". Sapnap could only shake his head. Dream pulled his hand back up and dangled it over him again. It swung in threatening little circles. Sapnap whined through his pants for air. He wouldn't survive another, he was sure. "I really enjoyed that prize, I think I'll try for another.". Dream was evil.

Sapnap burst into giggles at the implication.

"No no please! No more!", he begged. Dream snorted.

"What? I've barely even tickled you!". Dream moved the claw over and up higher, even adding a little 'bzzzrt' sound for the effect. Sapnap whimpered and giggled harder. Dream tilted his head, curious and amused.

"This is so dumb, stop this stupid game! I hate you!", Sapnap sounded beyond whiny. He kicked at the ground behind Dream. Silently, he thanked the universe for George not being here. He wasn't sure why this game had him reduced to a flustered hypersensitive mess, but he knew Dream wouldn't tease him too badly. He would, but nothing to the level he knew George would.

     His anticipatory giggles were only just calming down when Dream moved the claw to dangle over Sapnap's bellybutton before dropping down and attacking him again. The younger screeched helplessly as the fingers pressed in and vibrated mercilessly in a claw. His whole body jerked and flinched as he wailed with laughter.

Dream pulled his hand back up after a few seconds and grinned goofily as Sapnap stayed squirming. He was a red-faced giggly mess.

"Let me go!!". Dream made his 'bzzzrt" sound effect as he moved and dangled his claw over Sapnap's ribs; a significantly more ticklish spot. Sapnap cried out in protest, but Dream quickly dropped the claw down and started digging into the side of his ribs. Sapnap nearly broke out of the hold as he instantly twisted and screamed with laughter. He tried begging, but it was completely incoherent. His eyes watered as he kicked weakly at the ground, feeling so small and helpless.

     Dream lifted up again and laughed as Sapnap whined through his unending giggles. He hadn't calmed down for one second since Dream pinned him. He ruffled his sweaty hair as he let him calm down a bit.

"This game makes you go totally insane.”.

"Yeah…I don't know why.", Sapnap admitted softly. Dream's curiosity was flustering. He had that expression he normally wore when he wanted to know everything about a subject. Sapnap groaned.

"Yeah, you're pretty ticklish, but you're a total mess right now and I only went for the prize three times.". Sapnap flinched at his playful choice of words. "I think these little games make it worse for you.", Dream hummed when he finished. He gave a little nod as well, pleased with his own conclusion.

"Do not tell George.", he said with as much authority as he could.

"Don't tell George what?". They both jumped out of their skin at the British voice behind them.

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[egg-emperor]

Hey there! Lurker on your blog. I have to say I agree with your takes. I don't know where people get the idea that Eggman is becoming good. That's never going to change. We wouldn't even have a main villain otherwise! It's much more interesting to see Sage go down a path of villainy and imitating her father like most young kids do with their parents. I love those artworks of them being evil together. It'd be so fun if we got a game where Sage dresses to match her dad more and even attempts to laugh like he does!

It's good to know I'm not alone. 💜 I feel like I'm in this little spot with a very small number of people that don't agree with all loudest sides of the debates right now because I don't believe it's even happening to complain about in the first place. Eggman definitely isn't ever going to become a good guy. I don't know what the fandom is talking about, he's so far morally gray and is still very much evil.

He's the main villain of the series and always will be, he's one of the most iconic ever and they're not gonna make him a good guy and lose that status and replace him with some random guy lol. Sega JP emphasized how he's a bad guy and cool villain the day the update dropped through Sonic channel. All official stuff is still describing and showing him to be very much so.

Since accepting and analyzing Frontiers Eggman much deeper down to every line of dialogue, I realized it's just brought forward a bunch of even more evidence I can use and emphasizes how much of an evil bastard and bad person he in cool new ways that encourage deeper thought. It's been very cool and fun to me to dive in deep as someone insanely fixated on analyzing him XD

And it's also still surface level with the way he was still constantly plotting, scheming, wished he could use what he's learned about the ancients and the end to his advantage, showed low empathy multiple times, laughed at Sonic's death, and made it very clear how much he hates working with Sonic and co. And on top of all that, his dynamic with Sage is based on his narcissism and egotism.

This also didn't change at all in The Final Horizon, it also showed it in even more cool ways and it's great. Sure the fandom created their own vastly different fanon version of Eggman and his dynamic with Sage and talk like it's canon and let it overshadow all the real cool and interesting things about it, but the official media is unaffected. Eggman is the same character I know and love as ever there.

When I shut out what the loudest parts of fandom are telling me to think and feel, I genuinely like what I see and analyze Eggman's characterization to be. I see what they were going for even without Flynn's later writer commentary. And I'm really happy I genuinely like it, I feel happy, content, and at peace with how he's being portrayed and it's relieved me of so much stress and worry.

He's not going anywhere, he's the same diabolical narcissistic egotistical bastard that I adore and find so funny and entertaining! And the new stuff taking him in interesting new directions that emphasize the character he already is and not changing it but further strengthening and solidifying it instead, makes me so happy and appreciate and understand it in even more ways.

That's my funny horrible special guy and I love him so much 🥰

And Sage is still very much not a good person either, knowing all about how terrible Eggman is and still remaining loyal and loving. That combined with his narcissism and ego - the reasons he praises and takes pride in her for the first place - is a delightfully dangerous combination. Just think about how his massive ego and evil could be even further boosted and enabled by her!

And the influence Eggman can have on Sage will also be very fun in return. She's compliant with his orders and knows exactly who he is, what he wants, what he's capable of, and how terrible he is and sticks by him. I'd love to see more of villainous Sage and how Eggman's influence can affect her that way, like seeing even more of the pre Sonic influence Sage will be very fun.

Final Horizon gave us a nice example of how she supports him conquering the world and I'd love to see more of her attitude and feelings on it and what she's willing to do to play her part in it. I also really enjoy art that gets it right and shows Eggman and Sage being evil and reveling in it together. I'm excited to see more because their canon dynamic is fun and has potential to be excitingly chaotic!

Sage trying to mimic aspects of Eggman like behaviors, quirks, and maybe fashion would be pretty funny. I think he'd allow it to an extent, as he'll enjoy how it shows her admiration for him, helps remind people Eggman is her father more which it's easier for him to take pride, and he'll just be very pleased to influence someone in an evil way... so long as it doesn't steal any of his spotlight! XD

[bunny-eats-fox]

after hero hours

Link (loz botw)

wc: 1282 warning(s): SMUT/18+ ; submissive Link ; dominant female reader ; femdom ; pegging ; anal sex ; degradation kink ; scratching ;

an: thank you to the people who voted and helped decide 🫶 welp, this is it, hope you enjoy!  

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“Ah-! Khh!”

 “Hey, hey! I said no biting.”, you reached out your hand and let your thumb brush over his bruised bottom lip.

 “I-I’m sorry.”, was all Link managed to stammer before another moan interrupted him when you pressed your bare heel into his throbbing cock.

 Right now, the hero Hyrule’s kneeled in front of you, arms tied together in the back, a collar around his neck with a leash attached and his eyes covered by a blindfold.

 Link looked so cute - exposed and vulnerable just the way you liked it. The sudden touch of your heel made him jolt even more violently, thus the toy he kneeled on pushed even further into him. Hence another shaky moan was heard.

 “Good boy.”, you cooed and gently pressed your foot against his dick even more to make him whimper.

 Link’s hips jerked forward in an attempt to get any sort of friction, however this also meant the weirdly shaped toy inside his ass moved as well as he rutted against your leg. Which then elicited an even more pitiful whimper as he lowered himself further onto it to get more satisfaction.

 “Ahn! AH!”, he moaned loudly when you suddenly grabbed his elf-like, sensitive ear and squeezed a little.

 “I’m praising you just once and you get cocky already humping me like a bitch in heat, hm? Fine, let’s see how deep you can go then if you can’t bear to be empty.”

 “N-No Mistress, I’m sor- NGHHG AAAHGHG!”, he stammered at first, but it was already too late when you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto the artificial cock until his ass was completely filled.

 The sensation was too much for the hero and even though he didn't want to disappoint you again, Link couldn't control his orgasm anymore. With his cock jerking and bouncing, he spurted his thick cum all over your foot and shin while he moaned his throat raw. When he felt a sudden touch on the blindfold, a small hiccup escaped him before his glazed, lust-filled eyes met your devilishly glimmering ones.

 “Hahaha, look at you. Your pathetic little dick can’t handle anything, can it?”, you laughed at him diabolically. The evil smirk and the disgust in your face was enough to make him shiver in excitement.

 “Up!” That was all you said with an imperious voice and your little hero immediately nodded.

 However, as much as he wanted to follow your order, his legs were still shaking tremendously, hence a mere helpless whimper was heard. Link really tried to stand up, but with his arms still tied behind his back and his relentlessly quivering legs, he didn't go far and fell back down. Which then made him moan out again as the toy was moved once more.

 “I said: Up!”, you demanded yet again and all he did was whine and look up with those glistening teary-eyed sapphire eyes. Silently, he entreated for help.

 “Tch! You really can’t do anything, hah?!”

 The growl sent another chill up his spine as he vigorously shook his head, “N-No, no I-I can’t wi-without my… my mistress. Please h-help me, M-Mistress.”

 The hero’s begging gave you shivers and your clit vividly throbbed in your panties seeing and hearing him like that. Without another word, you grabbed the leash and the other hand a fistful of hair harshly and listened to his heartfelt, pitiful moans and cries as you reared him up violently. The artificial cock you had managed to craft with the old shiekah technology a while ago slipped right out and Link collapsed on top of you just like that. However, despite his heavy gasping and shaking legs, the hero used your help and managed to crawl on top of your lap fully. There, he plopped down with a little sob and tears that ran down his cheeks.

 “Why are you crying, hm? Is it because you feel so empty now?”, you asked in a playfully soft tone, since, when he nodded and whimpered approvingly, the softness was quickly gone. Swiftly, you reached back and pushed three of your fingers inside his twitching, gaping ass.

 Another cry was heard as the proud hero completely melted on top of you.

 “M-Mistress, p-please… not… not enough. Fuck me properly.”, he sobbed and stumbled over his words. Link’s sapphire eyes shimmered beseechingly as tears still pooled in the corners of them.

 “Tsk.”, you clicked your tongue and stared at him through narrowed eyes, “You’re quite brash today, little hero. Ignoring my orders, imploring for help and now that. You know I hate mutts that beg and can't follow simple commands.”

 “I-I’m sorry. P-Please forgive me, j-just this once Mistress, forgive m-me…”, Link continued to beg as he rubbed himself against your soft body. His pathetic little cock was already twitching again while your fingers spread his ass open, making him even more aware of how empty he felt.

 “Plea-se… Ah!”, a surprised gasped escaped his lips when you suddenly pulled out and with one smooth motion, pushed him to the side and onto the bed.

 There he lay. His messy, long hair all over the place as he slightly looked back through it, watching you intensely as you stood up and walked over to your dresser. Link’s heart thumped heavily and it only increased when he saw the toy you pulled out – it was his favorite. Also one of the firsts you and him had created together to fit both your and his needs. So, despite your annoyed sighs and harsh words, you still gave him what he wanted in the end. That got him all giddy and excited as he watched you putting the garment on. The click of the toy being installed made his heart jump.

 When you walked back, you rubbed some oils safe for your play onto the foreign object and then kneeled onto the bed. With one swift motion, you turned him onto his back.

 “Hmhng…” Your disgusted and harsh glare gave him goosebumps. He couldn’t even hold back, his dick bounced and twitched on its own with excitement.

 “Mistress, mistress, thank you, thank yo- Ahnhh!”, he tripped over his own words due to the anticipation until he could only throw back his head and moan loudly once you entered him.

 “I will fuck you so hard until your throat is sore from screaming so you can’t talk back to me anymore!”, you growled. But in reality, you knew that only turned him on more as he moaned lustfully.

 Your hands held up his legs as you dug your nails into his thighs and left deep scratches to mark him as your possession. Easily, you moved your hips and slammed them against his ass. The movement made your tits bounce and enticed Link to stare at his beautiful mistress even more.

 “Ahahaan NhhAH!” His house was filled with blissful moans and cries of pleasure as he squirmed and quaked. Every hard thrust from the toy made him see little stars - he loved the raw, uncontrolled fucking.

 Link just wanted you to use him even more, until he physically couldn’t go on any longer. Even if it would mean he couldn’t stand or speak tomorrow morning, that was okay. Because there was nothing better than giving up control for once and letting himself loose in front of the one he loved the most.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes

[ravenkinnie]

I fear we won’t know whether the writers had a vision for jinx or not until act 3, bc we had her suicidal in act 1 (the lyrics of her song being like “I hate this life” and “I’m dead inside” kinda made me laugh sorry), act 2 is prob about her being pushed into the symbol of the revolution role by that kid (unknowingly) and by sevika (she wants to sell jinx merch on the side) and we’ll see how she reacts, shes dying to be useful to someone so she might grow into that role. kinda off topic but that little scene in the trailer where she’s freeing (?) all these blue haired people is giving timothee chalamet shows up to his own lookalike competition

I don't think we will know if they had a vision for this season until like act 3 sjjsjsjs I agree with youuu, end of act 2 will probably be the nearest time that clarifies and that's when you will see me complaining here maybe

"by sevika (she wants to sell jinx merch on the side)" STOOOOOP you know sevika cornered blue hair dye market the moment she could, she's a hair dye mogul in zaun now

also I can't lie the lyrics this season have me hollering at times, I think ashnikko needs to be in prison for "you want a villain lemme show you how I evil" this is diabolical as an opening line

[gamie99]

9 and 12 for Scientist Toilet, 17 and 25 for Kindle

Hoo boy, the Scientist? Okie dokie!

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

His introduction in Episode 60. One moment the Astro Toilets were attempting to assassinate G-Man, and the next this absolute bastard bigger than G-Man and wearing Titan TV's stolen speakers appears out of a giant cloud of black smoke and instantly puts a stop to the Astros' bullshit. He instantly became one of the most interesting characters in the series to me - who was this guy? Why does he have the TVs' teleportation powers? Just how powerful was he? It wasn't until later that I learned that people were calling him the Scientist because he resembled the toilet who invented the parasites, and I went to check and was like "oh my god he DOES LOOK LIKE THIS GUY!!"

12. Crack headcanon

The hangar G-Man was being repaired/upgraded in was only big enough for G-Man to fit in - and as we've seen in the series, the Scientist is way bigger than him. Rather than build a bigger hangar that could fit the both of them, the Scientist had the toilets replace the hangar roof with a giant retractable one - all so that he and G-Man could easily converse and laugh about their evil plans like diabolical supervillains.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Oh, I've got a whole playlist of songs for them!! It's kind of a mix of songs I associate with Kindle and songs that I imagine they would listen to. If you guys have any songs I should add to it, I'd be more than happy to add them!

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

A photo of one of the Titans, obviously. Just looking at it gives Kindle a sense of comfort.

A ranged weapon of some kind. TVs typically don't use ranged weapons, but Kindle would like one handy in case things go south.

A standard-issue Alliance tablet - so they can call home. Please. Where are they. What is happening.

[notveryimpressed]

Mischief's Embrace

In the shadowy depths of the dimly lit lair, I, the infamous and delightfully wicked Villain, plotted my latest diabolical scheme. It was shaping up to be my greatest triumph yet—stealing all the world's supply of anchovies. Yes, anchovies! The mere thought made my evil heart skip a beat with malevolent glee.

Just as I was perfecting my evil laugh (a crucial element for any self-respecting villain), the unexpected happened. The door to my secret lair creaked open, and in walked Hero, clad in his ostentatious spandex suit. Hero was a well-meaning, albeit incredibly dense, do-gooder with an annoyingly perfect jawline.

"Ah, Hero," I sneered, pretending to be surprised. "What brings you to my humble abode? Do you crave my impeccable fashion sense, perhaps?"

Hero stood there, his chest puffed out like a pigeon in mating season. He dramatically pointed a finger at me, the very embodiment of righteousness. "Villain, your days of dastardly deeds are numbered! I've come to put an end to your fishy business."

"Oh, how punny of you," I replied, rolling my eyes dramatically. "But you'll have to catch me first."

And so, our game of cat and mouse began, or in this case, hero and villain. We dashed through corridors, leapt over furniture, and dodged a particularly aggressive potted plant that I had forgotten to water. I must say, Hero was quite persistent for someone who lacked basic intelligence.

After a series of near misses and hair-raising escapades, I found myself backed into a corner. The wall loomed before me, solid and unyielding, and I knew that this was the moment of truth. Hero slowly approached, a glimmer of triumph in his impossibly blue eyes.

"Villain," he declared, his voice a mix of determination and self-importance. "Your reign of anchovy-related terror ends here!"

I couldn't help but smirk, though I knew he couldn't see it behind my mask. I decided to go for broke. With a sudden burst of adrenaline and a strength I didn't know I possessed, I spun around and, before Hero could react, pinned him against the wall.

His eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, I relished the sheer confusion on his face. It was my turn to have the upper hand. And then, with a mischievous glint in my eyes, I leaned in and planted a kiss right on his stunned and perfectly chiseled jawline.

The expression that followed was priceless—an amalgamation of shock, disbelief, and something resembling embarrassment. Hero's cheeks turned a delightful shade of red, completely clashing with his ridiculous suit.

"What… what are you doing?" he stammered, clearly flustered.

I couldn't resist a chuckle. "Oh, Hero, my dear hero. You see, sometimes the line between good and evil isn't as clear-cut as it seems. Perhaps we villains just need a little love to set us on the right path."

Hero's bewildered expression slowly transformed into a sheepish grin, and for a moment, I almost believed he understood. But alas, his limited brainpower couldn't quite process the complexity of my intentions.

With a swift maneuver, I released Hero from my grasp and disappeared into the shadows, leaving him to ponder the meaning of my unexpected act. As I made my dramatic exit, a thought crossed my mind—perhaps there was room for a little mischief in Hero's world after all.

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