#don’t mind me if the shit I’m saying is cringe or doesn’t make sense I’m in a mood :/

[uchiha-gaeshi]

When you travel to see your sister but she’d rather spend time with her friends 😭

[unyandere]

Yandere villain x snarky civilian reader who doesn’t mind dying -pt.1

Tw: yanderish behaviour, swearing, mention of suicide, insults that come from the Gen Z and Gen α, reader doesn’t have a self-preservation sense, reader as so much sass that they could be called Sassophones, stupid jokes, please don’t answer like this to any criminal, childish behaviour (not in the pedophilia meaning, in the “saying stupid shit when you don’t have an answer” meaning), my English is quite bad (sorry)

Part 2

Masterpost

Yandere villain was fighting against the hero when he saw you, bleeding on the ground while unconscious, after he used his powers against a skyscraper… And he found that you were the most good-looking person he’s ever seen in his whole life, not even the greatest diamond would compare to your beauty or your worth… He had to take you with him…

Yandere Villain escapes the fight with the hero and takes you away to use you as an hostage so that the hero doesn’t follow him to his base

When you get to his base he calls his underlings and cures you, bandaging your wounds and caressing you.

He puts you on a sofa, handcuffed with toy handcuffs to make sure you don’t punch him when you wake up and awaits for you to awake.

You open your eyes, look around and see the villain that terrorised the city and (indirectly) killed both of your parents and you just give up, because unless the hero is able to localise you, you are not gonna come out of here alive.

“You’re awake” you hear him say.

“Nope” you answer, even if you are going to die, you won’t go down without annoying the hell out of him.

“Yes you are” he says caressing your cheek

“Nuh-huh” you answer, closing you eyes.

“Stop lying sweety or I’m gonna kill you” he threatens

“Do it, prissy boy” you sassily say.

“What?~ Honey, you’re not gonna a like it if I kill you” he says trying to be threatening

“Yes I will”

“No, sweetheart, you won’t”

“And how do you know that?” You ask with a smirk of superiority.

“Because no one likes to die, you little omelette!” He exclaims.

“Well I do!” You yell.

“Lower that voice, please” he orders.

“Nope, LALALLALALALALLALALLALA” you shout even louder.

“Fuck you, sweetheart” he exclaims with a passive-aggressive smile.

“Stop calling me sweetheart!” You shout.

“Oh? Is this annoying to you, sweetheart?” He asks with a smile.

“Fuck you! You no rizz, skill issue guy with a parentless behaviour” you answer giving him a middle finger.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I’m sooooooo offended” he says sarcastically.

“Offended like your mother when she saw your ugly face after you were born?” You ask with even more sarcasm in your voice.

“Sweetheart, if I were you I wouldn’t insult like this someone that can kill me so easily, you might not like the consequences~” he answers with a sugary voice, smiling with his eyes closed.

“And didn’t I tell you that I don’t mind dying, you motherfucker?” You answer smiling back.

“There are other things I can do other than killing you, you know?” He says looking at you with some eyes that look like the ones of a lion that has just seen an injured prey.

“And what if I don’t care about that either?” You answer mustering up all your courage to not look frightened.

He put an hand on your neck and pulls you closer.

“Well, sweety, that’s better for me~” he whispers in you ear.

You back away and manage to kick him while handcuffed.

“Eeeeeeeeeewwww, that phrase was sooo cringe” you say to mask the fear that had overcome you in that moment “Never even try to talk to me ever again!!!”

“What swe-“ he starts

“Shut up” you say to interrupt him.

“Oh sweethe-“ he starts again.

“Shush”

“But I-“

“Nope. Not listening. LALALSLLALALALALALALALALLALALALLALALALALALALALLALALALALLALALALALALALALALALALALALALAL”

“You shu-“

“LALLALALALLALALALLALLALA, CAN’T HEAR YOU! LALALSLALLALAALALLALLALALAL”

and you two continued like that for three days straight without any pause.

[robinsegghead]

Danny's Daycare Part 9

[Master List]

“That doesn’t make any sense! You don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Danny sighed, attempting to regulate his emotions while Miguel continued to yell about the English homework they’d been working on. They both knew Miguel wasn’t good at English and that he didn’t like it, but apparently something about today’s work had really set him off- he didn’t raise his voice often. 

“Miguel-”

“No! I’m sick of this! I don’t even want to go to school! Why should I put so much effort into something you want!?” The boy huffed, shoving the schoolbooks away from himself.

Danny licked his lips. “Miguel, school is for your own benefit-”

“Tha’s what you keep saying- but we both know I’ll never graduate! Even if I did, I'd never get into a college!” The boy shot up and moved towards the entryway. “‘M not smart enough for this shit and I never will be! I’m gonna die in a ditch somewhere cause ‘m not good for nothin!”

Before Danny could refute Miguel’s completely absurd explanation for his future, the boy stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Danny cringed as the sound reverberated through the apartment and sent the cats running for shelter.

“I’m… uh… I’m gonna go after ‘im.” Santiago said quietly, closing his books and standing uncomfortably. 

Danny sighed, waiting for his own emotions to calm down before figuring out what to do. Spectre climbed into his lap, nudging his hand in demand for attention. “Hey spooks… Sorry about all that shouting…” He continued to pet the snowy cat while she got comfortable and fell asleep on his lap. 

He’d give Miguel some time to cool down before going next door and talking to him about it- one thing was for sure though, Danny could not teach him English anymore. He barely understood it himself and every time he tried to answer Miguel’s questions or explain something he ended up confusing them both because he wasn’t actually sure if he was right.

Then and there he made a decision.

Danny: Hi Jason, this is Danny. If you’re still interested in tutoring I’d like to hire you.

Setting his phone aside, Danny decided it was time to clean up. Luckily Spectre liked being held while he moved around and did other things, so he held her in one arm close to his chest while stacking the boys’ books in an orderly manner before moving to the dining room that they’d left a bit of a mess.

They’d eaten another of Red Hood’s dishes which he’d taken to dropping off anywhere from two to five times a week- seriously how did the man have time for that? It had been two weeks since Hood had shown up at the daycare to make sure he actually ate and ever since then Danny had found more and more containers of food left in his fridge while he was at work. Interestingly enough, the containers had grown in size, as if Hood knew he now took care of two teenage boys.

While moving some dishes to the kitchen sink, Danny felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out a moment later to see who it was.

Unknown: Yeah I’m interested

Relief flooded Danny’s body; he felt like he could cry. 

Danny: Great! Do you want to meet somewhere to discuss the details?

Jason (Asshole from the Library): Yeah works for me. When and where do you want to meet?

Danny: Tomorrow around eleven AM? The coffee shop on Hunt?

Jason (Asshole from the Library): Sounds good

So not much of a texter, huh? That’s fine. Danny needed to figure out the details before showing up tomorrow. With a new goal in mind, Danny set Spectre in one of the various cat beds and pulled out a notebook to create a plan. He’d only been working on it for a half an hour before there was a knock at his door.

He waited a moment and, sure enough, the door opened. Danny left the door unlocked during the day for the boys or Dani to use- he  told them they didn’t have to knock but only Dani listened to him on that matter.

Santiago appeared around the corner, somewhat shy which was- strange. Of the two boys Santi was much more outgoing and he wasn’t very shy or quiet around Danny anymore.

“What can I do for ya, kid?” He asked casually, hoping the boy would pick up that he was no longer upset.

Santi fiddled with his sleeves- he liked buying sweaters that hid his hands and hung low on his body, something Danny could relate to. “Uh- Miguel told me- he told me not to-” Santiago swallowed and Danny got a bad feeling. 

“Santi, what did Miguel tell you not to do?” Danny tried to keep his voice level.

“He- uhm, well he didn’t want me to tell you but well I told him! I told him it was a bad idea but he didn’t listen and he- he told me not to tell you but-” Santiago hiccuped, emotions displayed clearly on his face.

Danny got out of his chair, moved towards the boy, crouched down, and gently grabbed his upper arms. “It’s okay Santiago, you can tell me. What happened?”

“He- he said he’d only be gone a few minutes!” 

“Santiago.”

The boy crossed his arms and shivered slightly. “He went to meet some friends. Some… some bad friends.”

Containing his anger and fear, Danny nodded encouragingly. “Do you know where?”

“He said he wouldn’t be gone long so… somewhere nearby? Probably the corner he- the place where- when he got stabbed he-”

“Okay. Good job Santi. Come with me.” He led Santi across the hall and knocked on Dani’s door. She answered quickly, looking between the two of them, confused. “Can you look after Santi for a bit, he shouldn’t be alone right now. I’ve got to go find Miguel.”

Maybe there was something about the way he said it but Dani didn’t ask any questions, just opened her door wider and gave Danny a nod.

Danny took off after that. Flying back to the alley he’d found Miguel bleeding out in only a few weeks prior, he tried not to think about the state he might find the kid in. When he’d moved in Miguel had agreed to cut off his friends in the gang, he’d said none of them were really friends anyways, just people to keep the boredom at bay.

The alley was empty when Danny arrived but Miguel’s jacket was crumpled up against a wall. 

Whipping out his phone, Danny made a call.

“Hello?”

“Tucker? I need you to hack into some cameras immediately.”

There was a bit of shuffling. “Okay man, one sec… all right, where and when?” He loved that about his friends. Over the years of being friends to partners in crime, his friends had learned to trust each other to the point it was as easy as breathing.

“25th and Mundson, go back starting from now and see how long ago Miguel was here.” He’d finally found the time last week, after Dany’s appearance, to call Tucker and Sam and fill them in on everything he had going on including Miguel and Santiago. They were supportive- more so than Jazz who still had her reservations about it all.

The rapid clicking on the other end told him Tucker was working his magic. “Is the kid in trouble?”

“Let’s hope not.” Danny bit out. “Pray it’s just teenage rebellion or something.” Ancients, he sounded like a father- he was only five years older than Miguel! He needed to chill.

Your anxiety and overprotectiveness is what’s saved you and your friends countless times. He reminded himself, wringing Miguel’s jacket in his hands.

“Got it!” Tucker shouted. “Miguel was grabbed by a group of four men seventeen minutes ago and thrown into the back of a black van- license plate NLE263 registered to one Roger Carlson traveling south.” Danny took off in that direction while Tucker continued. “Pulling up other cameras… they’re headed to the docks…” Tucker drew in a sharp breath. “Danny. Hurry.”

Speeding up, Danny set his sights on the docks.

“Okay Danny, Miguel’s at the docks, he looks… okay.” Tucker paused, still tapping away on his computer. “Although… looks like the kidnappers are being held up by something. I can’t see- the camera angles not good and it’s really dark.”

Spotting his the kid huddled on the ground against some cargo, Danny dropped down quickly, landed behind some equipment and taking a look around. “I’m here, watch my back.”

“I always do.”

Danny hadn’t turned into Phantom- he didn’t see the point really. He’d been invisible while flying so that wasn’t going to out Danny Nightingale as a meta (which is what people would assume since you know, ghost wasn’t really most people’s immediate thought) and now that he was here he’d be taking Miguel, kicking some kidnapper ass, and going home. All easily explained by his background in martial arts (thank you Tucker).

Approaching Miguel, who hadn’t noticed him, Danny looked around. There was a group of four men talking in hushed tones not too far from the kid, a few other men loading up a boat with cargo, and off to his right was definitely a vigilante- he wasn’t sure which one. He didn’t care. 

Casually strolling up to the group of men, who also hadn’t noticed him, Danny felt someone’s eyes on his back. Whichever vigilante was watching was probably losing their mind about a random civilian approaching a group of armed kidnappers. Danny hoped it was Red Hood.

Tapping the closest kidnapper on the shoulder, Danny cleared his throat. The group spun around with shouts, aiming their weapons at him. With a cold smile, Danny tilted his head. “You seem to have kidnapped a friend of mine.”

“This guys crazy!” One of the men laughed, still confident in himself because of his obvious weapon and Danny’s obvious lack of one. His mistake.

Danny’s presence grew. Technically, he wasn’t doing anything. He looked exactly the same as he always did, his height and weight stayed the same, he wasn’t doing anything. Including controlling his aura. He’d been told it could be rather intimidating when it ran wild. And wild it was- ghosts were made through emotions, and Danny was feeling a lot of negative emotions at the moment.

“Next time you decide to hurt my kid, ask yourself, ‘Do I really want to deal with the repercussions?’ Because let me tell you something- no, you don’t.” Grabbing the barrel of the nearest gun, Danny twisted it up until it snapped off.

The three other men began shooting while screaming, clearly terrified. Danny went intangible (after making sure Miguel wasn’t in any danger of getting hit) and let the bullets fly through him, though, pretending to dodge. 

Smashing the first man's gun into his head and knocking him out cold, Danny swiped the second man’s legs out from under him. Taking the other men out was easy and went by quickly. As soon as the fourth man dropped with a groan, Danny dusted his hands off and moved towards Miguel and discovered why he hadn’t seen Danny before.

They’d drugged him.

They were lucky he’d already dealt with them. If he’d known they would have suffered much more. It seemed Danny was going to get his wish, the men loading up the boat had noticed their comrades' battle and were on their way, guns blazing. “Tucker I’m going dark, I’ll let you know when I’m home.”

The shifting of gear behind him alerted Danny to the vigilantes approach. Without looking up, Danny picked up Miguel and moved him to the other side of the cargo- further from where another fight was about to take place.

“Are you crazy!?” 

Ah. Red Robin. Turning to face the vigilante, Danny was taken by surprise to see Red Hood standing next to Red Robin. “Hey Hood,” Danny gave him a chin up. “The Vindaloo was really good, thanks.”

Red Robin’s jaw hung open, looking between the two of them. “What is happening?” He breathed.

“I believe you’re about to yell at me for saving my kid from some kidnappers.” Danny offered.

Nodding, the vigilante opened his mouth to continue. “Right-”

“Unfortunately, I don’t have time for that right now. I’ve gotta take care of this.” He jammed a thumb over his shoulder towards the men who were quickly approaching. “Oh! I’ve got an idea! How about you take Miguel back to my place to keep him safe while I deal with this?”

Hood chuckled. Even modulated it was a nice sound.

“Absolutely not!” Red shouted. “I’m helping Hood salvage destroying this trafficking ring while you, the civilian, get out of here with the kid!”

Danny froze. “Trafficking ring?” The docks grew colder, something both of the vigilantes seemed to notice. “Oh okay. I was going to be nice.” Cracking his neck, Danny turned to face the group of men approaching. There were something like twenty of them- easy. “I mean it Red, might as well make use of knowing where I live and take my kid home. I’ll call us even for that time you broke into my place.”

“You what-” Hood growled but dropped off the moment Danny charged forward. “What the fuck!”

“Danny!” Red shouted after him.

The gunfire was deafening, Danny’s enhanced hearing was a bit of a bitch when dealing with normal bad guys. But he hardly noticed. The moment he’d realized Miguel hadn’t just been kidnapped by some rival gang or some of his old friends who felt betrayed, but rather, a trafficking ring? He’d lost all of his senses.

Every goon he knocked down, every gun he snapped, every bullet he dodged, it was all forgotten the moment it happened. His tunnel vision narrowed with every goon he took out until he could only feel the crack of noses and jaws against his knuckles, could only hear the racing blood in his ears, could only smell the gunpowder in the air.

His senses returned only after the last man dropped. Surrounded by the crumpled and bloody bodies of child traffickers didn’t disturb Danny one bit- which should have worried him- but, well, they were child traffickers. And he was the Ghost King, they’d be going to hell one way or another.

Luckily, he didn’t kill any of them, the only ones that were seriously injured had been shot by their own or Red Hood which- he wanted to say fighting alongside Hood was cool, but he didn’t really remember. Maybe he should see a therapist? Did he have anger issues?

“Holy shit Danny- what the fuck- are you- Jesus Christ!” Red Hood exclaimed, holstering his guns and grabbing Danny by the shoulders to look him over for injuries.

Pushing the vigilante off him (holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit), Danny waved his hand. “I’m fine, didn’t get hit once. Where’s Miguel?”

Hood gave him a long look before sighing. “RR took him back to your place which- apparently he’s been too?”

Danny offered a shrug. “He and Spoiler broke in to interrogate me when I was still pretty new to Gotham. Something about making sure I wasn’t a rogue in the making or a child trafficker or something.” With a glance at the unconscious men at their feet, Danny chuckled. “Pretty sure he can cross that off his list of theories.”

“You’re something else, huh?” Hood sighed. “First the Joker, now a child trafficking ring, what’s next? You wanna be a Robin next too?”

“First of all, Joker was an accident and I thought we were never going to mention that again?” He gave Hood a pointed look. “Second of all, these fuckers messed with a kid- my kid. Third of all- ew no. Being a vigilante? Been there, done that, not interested in rehashing my teenage years.”

“Wait what?”

“And lastly, I think we should check these crates for kids. If they’re really child traffickers then the likelihood of these boxes being full of kids is pretty high.” Danny turned his comms back on. “Hey, I’m back, can you call Santiago and let him know Miguel should be home soon and to go back to my apartment to wait for him?”

“You so owe me one.” Tucker huffed before shutting off the line.

Red Hood was talking to someone on his own comms. “Hey, a couple others are going to be here soon to help so if you don’t want to be a part of that you should get going.”

“Yeah probably.” Danny ran a hand through his hair. “Well, thanks for the help, good luck.”

As Danny turned to leave, Hood called after him. “And Danny? We are definitely talking about what you said a few minutes ago.”

What had he- oh shit.

“Being a vigilante? Been there, done that, not interested in rehashing my teenage years.” 

Why did he say that? Outing himself? Just like that? Ancients, this is why Tucker told him to keep his big mouth shut when he found out Danny’d run into multiple Gotham vigilantes. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Hood.” Danny winked confidently before leaving. Once around the corner he turned invisible and intangible and flew home as quickly as he could.

It took a while to calm Santiago down once Danny got home but once the drugs wore off and Miguel woke up, both boys calmed down. The boys asked to stay at his place that night and of course he offered them his bed. 

He didn’t sleep that night.

Leaving a clone behind in case the boys woke up, Danny headed to the realms. He’d been neglecting his work there and if he wasn’t going to get any sleep anyways, he might as well get some things done. His plan had only been to collect some of his work and bring it back to the apartment- he always felt bad when he left a clone with them, which didn’t make any sense, but it was how he felt.

“Great One!” A voice boomed from the doorway.

            Danny sighed, usually grateful to see one of his mentors but a bit busy right now. “Frostbite, come in. I was going to pay you a visit soon but things have been kind of crazy lately..”

            The yeti chuckled. “Of course, Great One. The work never ends.” He stepped into the office space and followed Danny to the sitting area. 

            “To what do I owe the pleasure, Frostbite?” Danny started, stretching before falling backwards into the cushy armchair. It was comfier than he remembered.

            Frostbite sat in the oversized armchair that Danny had brought in specifically for him. “I wanted to speak with you about this ‘Joker Venom’ you mentioned before.” Danny nodded. “I’ve been working on synthesizing a cure for it and I believe I’m close but unfortunately, without subjects to test it on, we won’t know the effectiveness.”

            Danny frowned. “You want guinea pigs?”

            “Not in the way you’re thinking. I’m confident there will be no ill side effects of what I’ve created thus far and am perfectly comfortable giving it to anyone. The problem lies with how effective it will be. Until it’s administered I won’t know if I need to change the formula or if it will work as it is.” The yeti sighed. “What I mean is, it cannot be mass manufactured until it has been used and proven successful.”

            Nodding, Danny went over what he said. “Okay so you just need to test that it will work, right?” His mentor nodded. “Well that’s… easier said than done, but I think I can make it work. If you give me a batch of the cure I think I have a way to get it to the people I need it for.”

            Frostbite stood up. “Very well, I’ve brought a case of it with me,” how had Danny not noticed the small metal case the yeti had been holding? “There are ten doses inside, once administered it should only take a day, two at most, before the patient begins to show signs of improvement. I believe, given the severity of this Joker Venom, they will require multiple doses on a semi-regular basis until the venom is neutralized.”

            “But you think, given enough time and doses, that this really will cure them? I don’t want to give anyone false hope, Frostbite.” The only thing worse than leaving Duke’s parents completely Jokerized would be promising to cure them and then failing- or making it worse.

            “Yes, Great One, I am confident it will work.”

            Good. That was good. Maybe he could help them. Maybe they could be a few more people he could protect. He wouldn’t let them die. He wouldn’t let anyone else die.

“Okay. And- I mean, it’s been… years, Frostbite. You think this will work on people who’ve been…”

The yeti nodded. “I believe, with enough time and doses, they will make a recovery. Until administered I won’t be able to tell just how far their recovery will go but… I do believe they’ll gain back some semblance of themselves.”

Frostbite didn’t stick around and neither did Danny. Paperwork in one hand and Joker Venom Cure in the other, Danny ripped a portal into his apartment and found himself back in his living room only moments later. Setting the paperwork on the living room table, Danny slid the invaluable case into the wall. He hid most of his important things inside the walls- no one thought to look there.

Reabsorbing his clone, Danny remembered what he’d been doing before the entire fiasco. Right. He was meeting with Jason tomorrow to discuss hiring him as an English tutor for the boys and needed to figure out the details before they met.

It’s fine. He wasn’t planning on getting any sleep anyways.

Ghosts needed less sleep than humans so really, this was fine.

With a mug of tea and more weight on his shoulders than he was willing to acknowledge, Danny, once again, got to work.

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[worldstarz]

(PERSONA 3 SPOILERS)

a private talk with shinjiro in your room on october 4th

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader (sees member)

summary: a recording from your room on the morning of october 4th. shinjiro asked to talk to you privately in your room, but he strays off his original plan.

tags: fluff ; kinda suggestive ending ; cringe. ; slight angst ; not proofread ; clearly inspired off of p3p

notes: this is the cringiest thing i’ve ever made but i need him so bad i am shaking at the bars of my enclosure

continues under the cut!!

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october 4th - [name]’s room.

the tape begins in your room.

it must be morning, suggested by the sunlight streaming through the windows. you walk into frame, the light hitting you just right to give you a heavenly glow.

shinjiro’s words are caught in his throat. he looks a bit awkward and stiff, as he was the one to ask to go to your room to talk privately.

“you’ve never asked to come in before!” you grin, your excitement showing in your voice. “sorry, my room’s a bit of a mess. did you want to sit dow-“

before you could even finish your sentence, shinjiro suddenly embraces you, one arm around your waist and the other across your shoulders, the subtle smell of sandalwood enveloping your senses. did he put on cologne?

after recovering from the initial shock, you reciprocate the hug, wrapping your arms around him. you can feel the intensity of his heartbeat through his umber-colored turtleneck.

he pulls away, bashfully averting his gaze. “shit, what am i doing-“

he begins to step back, but you grab onto his arm.

“[name]-?” he stammers, and after a brief moment of hesitation, you pull him into a kiss. shinjiro’s body takes over as he deepens the kiss, his desire evident.

pulling back for air, he finally meets your gaze. his face is red, and he breathes out slowly. “i-i ain’t a nice guy, [name]. i’ll leave.”

as he begins to pull away once more, your grip around him tightens. “don’t leave, please. i don’t mind. i don’t care what kind of guy you are or how you treat me. i just… i want you, shinjiro. do you get what i’m saying?”

shinjiro realizes he isn’t winning this battle. your weapon is your pleading eyes, reciprocating his longing and desperation, and it is his biggest weakness. once again, he embraces you tighter, as both a countermeasure against your eyes and a response to your pleas. “dammit, don’t say that kind of stuff,” he mutters, surrendering to your touch. “you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

he lifts his head to look at you once again, savoring in every detail, every little feature of your face. if you knew any better, you would’ve thought he was treasuring you for the last time.

but, you don’t.

his rough hand cups your face, and you lean into his touch. his breath hitches, as he quietly says, “last chance to let me leave. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

you grab the collar of his turtleneck, pulling him in to meet your lips once more.

he breaks away with a slight smile. “…you moron.” clearly, he doesn’t mean it.

there’s a subtle switch in his demeanor that only you could pick up on. well, it’s not like there was anyone else around to notice.

for today, he would allow himself to be a little selfish.

in response, your hands slide down from his collar to his hands, making sure to brush over his clothed chest on the way. while you’re not sure where you got this rush of confidence from, you know neither of you would be expecting any answers from the millions of questions running through your minds.

intertwining your fingers with his, you back up, leading him to your bed. as you lay down, he positions himself above you, your interlocked hands on both sides of your head. you stare up at his slightly dumbfounded expression with a smirk, and he feels himself falling in love all over again.

pulling himself together, he softly smiles down at you. with just that simple expression, you melt, becoming shy once more and looking away.

he takes your moment of weakness to tease you, letting go of your hand to hold your chin to face him once more. “where did that confidence go?”

embarrassed, your eyebrows furrow as you mutter, “shut up.”

he chuckles softly, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “just so we’re clear,” he says, his voice low and barely above a whisper, “i ain’t holding back anymore.”

the tape ends.

part 2 :)

[roxiestranger19]

OBX 4 SPOILERS

spoilers ahead!!!

yall im freaking out i just finished watching it.

first of all we are so back. S1 pogoes vibes are back and i love it. finally normal scenes of them just together.

JIARA WON BITCHES

i had the biggest fucking smile on my face when jj was dancing on the pier and for their kiss. also noticed that when kie said “i love you” he kinda cringed a little which makes me think that he still doesn’t entirely accept it and perhaps we’ll get more of that later in part 2

all the jiara scenes in general are everything to me. THE DIVING SCENE HELLO?? the way jj didn’t even argue with her bc they’re both so stubborn. the banter?! i’m dead. protective jj going into full gear. IM SOLD. THEY GOT THE BENDS! so many season 1 callbacks im loving it.

I need a jiara missing moment from the hyperbaric chamber thingy. i was gagged when i saw that that was what that still was from. giggling and kicking my feet during that whole scene.

also the pier scene was great. i know a lot of people are complaining about the lack of physical contact between them but tbh i don’t mind it. their whole relationship has been more based on words and action rather than physical touch and i live for their flirty banter. and the way they speak to each other is so soft and sweet. like they never raise their voices at each other even when everyone is else is yelling. protective jj once again at the beach scene. (fuck ruthie btw almost was in tears over that turtle) and then shoupe coming back to investigate jjs literal death threat on behalf of kie and him blaming it on AI omg i was literally dying.

jj is my husband and my baby i love him so much. i’m so glad that he gets the spotlight this season. i don’t think he’s gonna die like everyone is saying. i was actually screaming at the ending though. did not expect luke to not be related to him at all??? i could understand him mom being elizabeth but the fuck you mean like isn’t his dad??! i know he’s gonna be going through it in the next part and him smashing shit and starting riots and what not makes a lot of sense. also he looked good af in every scene. honestly everyone looks hot in every scene so far.

anyways i’m not gonna be able to stop thinking about this until nov 7 i need the fics to come out the girlies better be putting in that work lmao

[im-out-of-it]

I just have some thoughts since I’ve watched the first three episodes now. some things I’m glad the show did and also the things that irritated the fuck out of me so let’s go 👏🏼

1. aging the characters up. I think this is smart to do and there’s more you can do with the rest of them if they’re in their early twenties instead of being teenagers. sorry not sorry but I’m not interested in seeing teenagers being chased by grown adults

2. Clary is still beyond annoying. I know she’s traumatized by losing her mom and not understanding this new world but literally coming in “I don’t care about the clave, about your rules, I just want to find my mom.” yeah ok we get that but there are still rules that need to be followed. you’re out here almost getting people killed and it’s all in the name of your mom. and I’m not saying the clave is trustworthy because they’re massive dicks but you can’t go around running and doing whatever you want lmao

3. please give Alec a raise or a year vacation. the amount of shit he deals with having to be jaces parabatai is too much. honestly, Alec deserves better. Jace takes advantage of Alec and I would have loved to see Alec have another parabatai, one that cares for him. I know you can only have one BUT CUT THE FUCKING CORD PLEASE

4. Magnus is fucking perfection

5. Izzy is perfection too 🔥 I do not blame Simon losing his tongue over her. my bisexual mind was like OOOOO ALEC NO MAGNUS NO IZZY NO RAPHAEL NO MAIA!!!!!!! NO ALL OF THEM

6. Clary and Jace are very cringe and I’m not sure if that’s on the acting or the writing but it makes it hard to believe they’re “in love.” I felt more connection with Alec and Magnus meeting for a second than I did with jace and clary in three episodes. even Alec and jace have a bit more chemistry than he does with clary. and that is something I DO NOT ship

Jace: I would die for you

Clary: but jace we just met

Jace: I don’t care if I throw all my friends and family away clary. we’re destined to be together

7. superb acting from Matthew Daddario. he’s absolutely wonderful and he really captured Alec’s angst in my opinion. you can see why he’s on guard not only because he likes jace (ew my man Alec WHY) and because he’s worried about the safety of his people. I feel like Matt captures the emotion without saying a thing so well. as does Harry. I think they’re both great at this

8. “This would be bad for clary.”- (talking about the cup and valentine) Simon “it would be bad for all of us”-Izzy. of course in Simon and clary world, everything is all about clary. I get simon is worried about his bff but this affects EVERYONE

9. if Simon was my bff and someone as jace talked to my friend that way, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. she doesn’t really say much, she’s all like “we’re a package deal.” honestly clary and jace belong together because they both take advantage of their friends. they’re both so self centered so let them run away as far as possible together

10. Alec is big sad now but you will have better, just you wait. also want to add, I enjoy season one for the build up Alec and Magnus but man do I hate Alec pinning after jace 🤢 but if there isn’t any incest, it’s not a proper CC story

11. Im just here for the Malec content. stuff that show did well: Alec and Izzy’s sibling relationship. I love these two so much. Clary actually being nice to izzy and being her friend, and not being mean to her cause she’s jealous. Magnus’s whole attire. I love this bi king so much. I love magnus, I love his sass, his makeup, his clothes. I LOVE HIM. I wish they would’ve changed his hair and makeup more in the last two seasons. kinda feel like they thought oh he has mascara on, that’s good enough. that pink hair is truly one of my favorite Magnus looks.

12. last thing to add that I like what the show did. I love that Alec actually knows how to fight. it never made sense in the books that he’s never killed a demon, especially since he’s a Lightwood. never made sense to me. I’m glad they allowed in the show for Alec to actually be able to fight 🏹

that is all for now until I watch actually one of the best episodes of season one. Magnus and Alec meeting 🥰

[nerves-nebula]

I sometimes get uncomfortable around arguments about if certain characters are abusive or not- obviously I see this the most with 2012 tmnt and nobody really needs my opinion but I keep thinking about it so here’s some words to chew on.

Keep in mind I haven’t seen much of 2012 so I’ll mostly be talking about the WAY I see these discussions being had here, rather than the show itself.

I doubt the creators intended for the turtles to be abusive and I kind of just assume that everything they do is within the genre of slapstick kids show. But I also don’t think people who cringe away from the way they treat each other are reading too much into it.

I’ve seen people argue that ppl who think the brothers are abusive just don’t have siblings and that’s an insane take to me. Obviously its probably hyperbole in some instances but as someone with more siblings than most of the people I know, I 100% see the abuse reading of this series. It’s a very obvious idea to latch onto for me as someone who HAS been abused by my siblings- and who’s probably been abusive too.

The main thing that really gets under my skin is when people point out how much the turtles actually care about each other as evidence against abuse. Cause that doesn’t make any sense ??? you can abuse people you love and care about deeply.

And it really rubs me the wrong way when I see a post that’s like Raph can’t be abusive because he does X nice/cute things with Mikey or something like. That’s not how abuse works. You guys have to know that right?? Abuse isn’t just a person being mean 24/7 without pause.

A bit of a tangent coming up, but growing up, I really hated Mabel from gravity falls. not because she is inherently any more annoying or selfish or anything than other characters but because the way she treated dipper was extremely triggering for me as a child with a lot of anxiety. Like if Mabel was real and my sibling, I would’ve considered a lot of the shit she did abusive. Obviously I’m normal about her now cause I’m not 12 anymore but the biggest hurdle about watching that show when I was younger was that I would sometimes be brought to tears of frustration, imagining how scared and distressed I’d be if Mabel did that shit to me.

THE POINT of this tangent is that saying “the 2012 turtles aren’t abusive because I do that stuff with my siblings all the time/cause teenage boys are just like that” isn’t a genuine critique because abuse isn’t just about the action it’s about the relationship. Punching your sibling who’s actually ok with being punched isn’t abuse. Punching your sibling who really doesn’t want you to, and who you KNOW really doesn’t want you to, and who you KNOW would be genuinely upset by being punched? That is abuse.

And I find it annoying because I think we’re all aware that abuse was likely not the intent of the show. (Probably not even the text of the show but once again can’t say for sure) Maybe some dysfunction for drama, but probably not abuse, so you’re really just arguing against someone’s headcanon/personal interpretation of this show. And it’s like.. ok you have a different reading cool I guess.

In the show they aren’t treated as abusive, but fandoms are built around exploring different aspects of art that weren’t explored in canon. So I guess idk why this is a big deal.

Idk I think people have this idea that abusive = evil and always wrong. But abuse is just someone hurting you repeatedly and refusing to stop for whatever reason.

And with a show like 2012 where it’s all played for laughs it can be hard to tell if that’s how they are with each other because they’re ok with it or if that’s how they are cause they don’t know any other way. The turtles are kind of really mean in 2012, and wether that’s a familiarity kind of meanness or not is up to you in fandom, yknow?

Does Mikey actually consider Raph hitting him as like a fun part if their banter or is he coping with jokes about being physically abused? You decide! Like genuinely it can be either and I think that’s fun!

I mean obviously you all know what i’d pick, but that’s because I’m blissfully aware of what I want out of stories and what i want is nuanced discussions of abuse.

Personally, I acted very similarly to the 2012 turtles when living with my siblings, but I didn’t actually fucking like it. It was a defense mechanism because being genuine would only be met with ridicule. So I’m not inclined to agree that it’s fine because it’s just what they do.

Once again though, I doubt it was on purpose. And if you don’t think that they’re abusive then congrats! The show probably doesn’t either! So I just don’t see why people get super upset about it. Don’t you love that someone got a different story out of the same media??

Anyway obviously it doesn’t super matter and I don’t really have a horse in this race. I just got a bit annoyed with the way abuse is discussed and as a hobbyist Abuse Analyst I thought I’d weigh in.

I wrote this instead of going to sleep and it’s sooo late and also so much longer that I meant for it to be… y’all better not have bad takes in response or I’ll be annoyed as hell tomorrow morning, guh.

[garfeildfanpage]

Ok so this may just be a personal pet peeve I have but I can’t STAND when fanfics n such include characters listening to music that makes no sense for them to listen to

To each his own, I know everyone has their own understanding of characters; and self-projection is fun! But it’s just so exhausted and I want something that isn’t just the author using their own taste in music for once

Yes OBVIOUSLY a fictional character listening to mitski in a fan fiction doesn’t matter and I’m upset at nothing but when it’s in every single one, it can really strain the immersion

Don’t get me wrong, I love me some mitski! But variety is important, and can give a character more personality, even in fan works!

So, basically, here are my personal two cents on what I think the tbhk cast would listen to.

(If I come off as a hypocrite I give you the permission to shoot me)

Keep in mind I am not Japanese, nor anything close. My understanding of Japanese music stops at idol-game music and everything after that eludes my little brain. these are just vague ideas, to then be added to by someone more well versed than I, so do as you will. Doesn’t necessarily have to be Japanese music either, music is for everyone! Let teru listen to Rihanna! Have akane listen to one direction! Aoi listens to Belgian death metal! So yeah just take everything I say with a nice, handful of salt.

Yashiro: As shown in a volume extra (I think) Nene plays idol games! So it’s safe to assume that she enjoys J-idol music as well, which makes sense! J-pop fucks. ALSO mentioned in a volume extra, she enjoys jaded-lover-type music, which could encompass music akin to some 90’s J-Rock!

I would put suggestions here! But I am bad at listing artists - SUPER☆GIRLS is like the only J-idol group I listen to don’t hit me. ( 7/10 on the mitski meter: she could, and probably would listen to her, but only lush, only lush.)

Kou: Yeah not gonna lie if someone said he’d listen to weezer I wouldn’t have any reason to disagree, he’s very loser-rock and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Though to me he seems much more like a “I-listen-to-mainstream-rock-because-it-sound-good” type guy, keep in mind tbhk takes place in like 2014-2015 (I think) so whatever band were popular then, he probably listened to just that. Anime openings…fucking….Naruto…also, nightcore….anime openings… live that 2010’s life Kou you deserve it…be cringe…be free. (3/10 on the mitski meter: he wouldn’t, just cause he wouldn’t really encounter her in the wild. Maybe if he was recommended her…but not on his own.)

Hanako: ok look idk what the hell supernatural music sounds like so I’m just going to go off of the time period to which he was alive. Orchestras and Jazz were popular around the 1950s in Japan (along with other more western styles of music) so, that, probably, i don’t know. With Amane’s connection to music (at least vaguely) plays, musicals, and other type performances could’ve been an interest; though for Hanako, I don’t really know if he’d even have any interest in music specifically. So considering that he’d probably just listen to whatever people play around him. (5/10 on the mitski meter: totally possible, but not believable.)

Akane: m starting to blank gimmie a moment. Instrumental. That’s really all I can say. He listens to music when studying, cleaning, or performing any task where he has to focus, so anything rhythmic and calm, something to take up the brain space that isn’t doing the task at hand so he doesn’t get distracted by something else. Video game soundtracks (like Mario or some ambient bullshit), soft pop. He also seems like the kinda guy to just listen to whatever his parents play, so yes most definitely some old shit. Recommendations from Aoi or Nene. Basically just noise, a nice distraction from the horrible horrible world, yknow? (5/10 on the mitski meter: anything goes I s’pose)

Teru: Classical?? I guess?? Dude does not listen to dick, nothing, absolutely fuck all. Old classic, a nice orchestra or quartet. western or eastern it don’t matter, as long as it’s nice, repetitive, and peaceful it’ll do the job just fine. (2/10 on the mitski meter: probably too much for him to handle, man’s constantly on the edge of a mental break mitski’d kill him, maybe if he handled his underlying issues first, but until then no mitski)

Aoi: last one cause I am clocking out. Similar taste to akane, undefined and flexible. probably listens to the same stuff as Nene, though I think she probably enjoys older j-pop, just cause she seems like that, Yknow? Movie soundtracks, Anime soundtracks (shoujou, probably. Precure n such just cause Aoi seems like someone who deserves to heal her inner child, same goes for Akane as well) Similar to Teru she probably also likes the more calmer and downbeat stuff. (8/10 on the mitski meter: totally possible, I’d believe it, but she wouldn’t tell anyone, it’s her special secret.)

Anyway see you next week for more awesome pubg 360 no-scope compilations ninja out

[filmcel]

donnie darko - the best movie i’ve ever seen. such an interesting depiction of mental health. it’s interesting fuck the director though he’s a dumbass.

prisoners - THE movie to recommend people. idk anyone who has watched it and hated it. it’s so fucking good . tbh jake is like the least interesting part of the movie he’s pretty ugly. paul dano is the goat. the best movie i’ve seen revolving around some mystery. always on my toes always scared. when u think you know u end up being wrong. it gets u.

zodiac - he’s so cute in this movie and that’s as good as it gets. it’s good for one viewing and that’s IT. it’s very interesting has good sequences. but it’s so damn long. i guess if u wanna argue that it wants u to FEEL how they felt waiting so long trying to catch the zodiac killer id say sure fine but also they never even catch him so what’s the point of the movie. idk.

brokeback mountain - no comment

nocturnal animals - this movie is absolutely insane in the worst way. the two main characters r fuxking deranged. jake’s character is deranged for being like that. his weird revenge thing is so strange and it’s uncomfortable. i didn’t get it i didn’t like it i wouldn’t watch again.

enemy - this fucking movie…. idk how i sat thru it all actually. i’m proud of myself but i didn’t need to put myself thru that. jake is so boring in this. the movie itself is so fucking boring. it’s so weird. it’s so ugly. it looks like shit and it’s shot like shit and i don’t get why bc it’s a denis movie. maybe i’m not smart enough to get it but it sucked dick AND balls.

the guilty - okay. i know this movie isn’t very good. but i watched it and was entertained. it rlly is something you’d catch on the tv while ur at the dentist and get rlly invested in the 30 minutes ur in the waiting room. its nothing life changing but i had a good time

ambulance - HWHSJFJJDJAJAJS. the worst shit i’ve ever fucking seeeeeen. it’s hilarious tho . watch it drunk otherwise u might be bored out of ur mind. this movie is so insanely shot. i remember the billion drone shots. i remember the spleen burst. i remember the goofy shots they did of jake. idk how it got made. idk how jake is in it.

brothers - this movie… isn’t BAD…. i think? it made me uncomfortable. which yeah. that’s the point. but like the scene of tobey like being captured whatever . idk enough about anything but was that offensive in some way? let me know… it felt strange . the movie tho is super hard to watch. it’s cringey and scary. i wanna rewatch to get my full thoughts on it because it was awhile ago . great acting tho.

end of watch - Stupid baka fucking movie. i made my mom rent this shit and im sorry i wasted 4 of ur hard earned dollars. this movie is worth nothing. it’s so racist to mexicans. it’s embarrassing. like the main guy is mexicans and it does all that cringe cholo shit it made me want to claw my eyes out and never watch another movie again.

the covenant - GEHHRDHHFHRHSJZJFJRJEJ the most boring movie of all these honestly. i think i almost fell asleep. jake is in too many military movies actually holy shit. don’t watch this one at all lmfao .

jarhead - this one is the most interesting military movie he’s in but it’s also graphically one of the worst so beware. it rlly doesn’t hold back with trying to be gross and bad. and i understand why. but it does make it hard to watch. it’s shot rlly well though. and the acting is great.

demolition - OH BROTHHERRRRR. i thought this movie would be worth something because it’s one of those u see a lot of clips of online. it’s genuinely so stupid tho. i can barely remember the plot but i just remember it made no sense. ppl keep getting jake for these insane characters except it’s just dumb as shit.

october sky - this is a cute fun movie you’d watch in middle school ^_^! cute little time!!! and it has laura dern so what’s not to like!! maybe a little boring to some tho.

[alexalessandro]

I’ve been re-reading The Lightning Thief and I just gotta say it somewhere before I explode.

I think the series is going to be 10 times BETTER than the book.

There is so much that is irking me on a re-read that was fixed or better in the TV series.

I hate Grover’s wet cat characterization, it feels trope-y and weird and bad and if TV Grover acted like the book Grover in the first chapters of the lightning thief I’m pretty sure we would effin hate him.

I hate Sally’s characterization in the book, it makes no sense. “I’m sorry Percy I was selfish, I just wanted to keep you with me for as long as possible instead of sending you to camp”

Huh?

Girly this guy spent most of his life in boarding school after boarding school, you rarely see his ass what are we talking about? Also how tf was smelly Gabe supposed to cover him all the way out at Yancy??? Is his smell Bluetooth compatible?

I love the new characterization of Sally AND Gabe, the only reason why Gabe was at all “scary” in the book is because Sally is a wet cat and I hate that characterization of her, it doesn’t solicit any empathy in me especially since her actions don’t make sense. How am I supposed to empathize when I can’t even understand her and when I can poke immediate blaring holes in the stuff the book is selling me?

I also hate Mr.D in the book, I know we’re trying to show that the gods are assholes but I think the way the tv series is doing it by having them be detached distanced assholes that only care about their kids when they can do shit for them is 100% more compelling. I’m sorry but in the first few chapters, Mr. D is even worse than Gabe.

I also hate the exposition in the book about how “the Gods follow the western flame” Oh okay American exceptionalism stfu, I think it’s way better to leave it as a soft unspoken “eh it was written by Americans” than what the books give us.

5 chapters in and I keep thinking “damn I wish I was watching the series instead”, “this is so much better in the tv series”, “damn I hate x character's characterization it’s way better in the TV series”

Another thing that I’m silently grateful for in the TV series is how disability isn’t a smokescreen for great mythological powers anymore.

Grover’s legs are covered by the mist, he’s a healthy satyr so he appears a healthy human (like I’m sorry you’re telling me the mist can erase the existence of an entire person, Mrs. Dodds, from everyone’s minds but satyr's legs are too much?), and Chiron has a brace in his Centaur form as well making him disabled instead of making his wheelchair “a container”.

So yeah, I think the TV series is 100% better than the book so far and all the changes they made make me excited or glad because they made me cringe in the original on a re-read, didn’t make sense to me, or made me care less about characters we’re supposed to care about to drive the story forward.

[ness-plays-wizards]

Alfonse Route Happy Ending/Chapter 15 (11-15)

Last week on the Alfonse Route, Alfonse and Shithead talked like normal people, no mention of Shithead’s morally reprehensible lack of action was made, Liz and Alfonse are engaged now?? They start to talk about Hugo’s deal. And that’s what you missed on 

GLEE

So instead of wondering what Hugo’s motivations were, Liz and Alfonse instead wonder how he knew they would guess Shithead’s passwords. Because that’s clearly the most important part of that interaction. THEN Alfonse asks the important question.

Questions I’m sure won’t be answered for another 6 routes or so. Idk.

Oh I KNOW we’re gonna run into him again, because he’s one of the fucking love interests and IM going to have to review his route.

So Liz and Alfonse go to his lab, which is apparently closing because he only made it to research zombie disease. Alfonse says he’s moving back to his Forgotten City clinic, and I keep forgetting that the Forgotten City is just the unkept alleyway in Gedonelune town and not the flooded city from last season. Alfonse and Liz reminisce about times in the lab, then about the close call with the elixir seed for the 100th time.

The topic shifts to Elias and we find out he stabbed us in the back by telling Alfonse all the embarrassing Phase 1 stories about Liz’s failures. Not cool man! Don’t you know the rules about cringe in friendships? You bury that shit. But Alfonse thinks the cringe is endearing so ig its fine.

Alfonse talks about how he should have been clearer with his intentions to Shithead and Elias because family members can’t read your mind. Very true. He credits Liz with inspiring him toward this realization, because what is an otome dating route without the female character fixing the male character’s life? This example is less egregious though so I’ll let it slide.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? OH MY GOD. I CANT REMEMBER WHAT THIS IS. NO ONE HAS REMINDED ME IN THE ROUTE. IM SO FUCKING CONFUSED.

Liz does not think she has the Fortune of Magic and posits that all the things that Alfonse is claiming is because of the Fortune of Magic was just coincidences.

Liz and Alfonse go to the harbor where they had that one romantic moment and also that one high-stakes confrontation with a ostentatiously dressed dude from another dimension, and for some reason there’s sparkles everywhere.

Liz asks Alfonse when he started having feelings for her. Alfonse tells her he saw her as a little sister at first (SERIOUSLY STOP DOING THAT ITS WEIRD AND PSEUDOINCESTUOUS) but the feelings changed to romantic after he saw her pass the prefect trials and problem solve the hell out of the last few routes. Alfonse asks Liz the same question, and she gives.. pretty much the same answer, honestly.

And that’s all for this week. Next week, we air the final post of the Alfonse Route. Fittingly, on the last Wednesday of the year. Rachel Bloom was right, life doesn’t make narrative sense, except when it does, or smth.

Merry almost Christmas y’all, and Happy Holidays!

(Queued for: December 21)

[simfluencer-network]

Posedump | 28 (Non-Listed) Poses

Published by NotJustaBook on October 18, 2018

Hi guys!

I’m almost back from my break, but before the story continues, I thought I’d give you the first of two posedumps I’m planning. I’ve been making poses since 2014 (according to my pose folder, anyway), and because I’m both lazy AND a perfectionist, there’s a fair few poses I never released. Sometimes it was perfectionism getting in the way, but mostly just laziness. Since posedumps are pretty awesome, I figured – why not do it this way! Some of them are from 2014, which means they are wonky as HECK. It even includes what I think must be one of my first attempts at a couple’s pose – CRINGE 😀 Let’s have a look…

This is a dump consisting of 28 different poses, 25 for adults and 3 for kids. They are NOT list compatible, meaning you’ll have to use the poseplayer’s ‘Pose by name…’ function. The file contains:

The poses as a .package file

The animation files (.clip files)

Preview images with codes

A .txt file with codes and descriptions

Hugs! Warm, warm hugs 🙂

Let’s have a look at them all before I change my mind…

Please excuse the middle one – that’s the one I said was probably the first couple’s one I made. It’s bad, but I won’t shy away from my bleak past. Also, excuse the TERRIBLE name for the one on the far right. It was supposed to be used for someone who was pretending to be with the police (don’t ask), and thus the terrible name. I don’t know how you can be this cringe at 24, but there you go… I haven’t used these in any stories, though I still think the sleeping one can be massively useful!

These two were originally made for The Hartfields, my failed legacy. There’s not much variation in these apart from her mouth being slightly closed in the second. I have no damn clue why I needed one with her mouth closed a bit more, but uh… it’s there! You can see an example of it in use here:

Okay, before we move on, I’ll say something that’ll hold true for most of the poses to come: Man, these are really bad, look at how bad I was. There, I said it, and we can move on with pure facts. These were, yet again, made for The Hartfields. I realised after that I made poses that were something like these but less shit… I have no clue where they are, though, but if I find them I’ll include them in the next dump. Here they are in use:

For a pair of poses that was made waaaay back, for the Ithaca Legacy, the ones on the left aren’t too shabby, though they are a bit weird. They snap together, but they way they’re turned doesn’t make sense compared to the bed. There’s no excuse for the knees in the middle one, though, since it’s more recent. For shame. The one on the right is mostly a set of model poses, they were meant for Genevieve and Nadir and I used them on the blog for banners and such. The male stretches so he’s a little taller than the female. Here they are in action:

These next ones are from The Talented. The one with the two of them is odd. She snaps right into place on the bed, but he needs some tweaking with the alt-key. Here they are in action:

Finally some that leave me cringing a little bit less. The first set are from MVS gen 1 (see chapter here for previews). The other two should have been for Champion of Moonlight, but a re-write meant that I didn’t need them anyway. All three of these stretch the male sim to be taller than the female (and they do it badly – yikes).

These ones require the book from this set for the female to hold – or some other open book that can be placed in her hand. I was lazy when doing these previews and I didn’t have them in my game, so that’s how you get hover hands. Sorry – my laziness will be my downfall. (That or my old story folder. Not quite sure). You may need to use an OMSP to raise the book up – I honestly can’t remember, nor can I remember which book from the set I used. I used them in this chapter of CoM.

And finally – three poses for your adventurous kids. These were, of course, made for darling Marta for MVS gen 1. You can see two of them in use here. The third one I never ended up using. For the climbing one, I made a drain pipe from one of the fireplaces. It’s a basegame one with a long chimney. If you use moveobjects on to get the pipe off, it’ll fit with the pose, though you’ll likely need to move the kid/chimney around to make them fit – they don’t snap together.

Now, I hear you ask. Can I…

Edit these?

Yes! I included the animation files for that very purpose. Feel free to change them to suit your needs if you know how to do that.

Make them list-compatible?

Yes! If it makes your life easier, knock yourself out, you beautiful person, you.

Upload my edits/list versions?

Yes! BUT! I’d like for you to ask first. I don’t mind you uploading some where you’ve changed facial expression, faces, corrected bad stuff, or used them as a base for your own poses, but I’d like for you to ask first. It’s the polite thing to do. So is giving me credit, which I’d also like… even though some are so bad I probably shouldn’t admit to having made them.

With that out of the way, pleeeeeeeeeease, tell me if there are ANY issues with these. With so many poses, it’s easy to make mistakes, and I’ve been writing the codes two or three times during this, so I’m a little tired. The downloads are here:

Download (SFS, .zip)

Download (Box, .zip)

[circadianventing]

Hey, long time no talk, huh? Thought for a bit that spilling all this shit in a tumblr blog was kinda cringe. But I’ve got no one to listen so

That’s a lie, I do. I can’t tell them now, it isn’t worth it, you know? They’ve got so much important things going on and I just can’t. I know I’m distancing myself but everytime I reach out they don’t respond

But, I guess that’s just how it is. Anyway, do you think some people are just destined to die? Like, they were put on this earth to sit and waste until something puts them out of their misery?

I think that’s me, but not in a weird “I’m going to be nothing” way, or a pseudo religious type thing. I just don’t think I’m put on this earth for a purpose, I was born a twin, a second to a son. I didn’t have a purpose to be here because my family did not want another baby with their son

I think if god is real he put me here to just, I don’t even know. Rot? That sounds really bad, lol.

I think however I’ll die will be just as meaningless as how I lived, honestly. And this isn’t a cry for help or anything, I’m passed that now, I know no one will come. And I won’t do anything stupid, I have a cat yk? She’ll forget eventually but…i can’t put that grief on her. Kinda sad that a cat is the only thing stopping me, I know the people I know won’t care. They’ll grieve but then they’ll go on, some of them might even spit on my grave.

You know..I just, I think of it as euthanizing, when an animal is sick or their quality of life is depleted you put them down. Why can’t it be the same for me?

And maybe I should talk to someone, professional help. Whatever.

I can’t. Because what am I supposed to say? Hey I failed the first second and third time, fourths the charm!! And have them lock me up again??

I can’t bring it to myself to say anything to my family either

My sisters are such amazing people, better and smarter I’ll ever be. I think if I go to the grave I’ll do so looking up at them. E is beautiful, she’s smart, she knows what she’s doing. L is funny, so funny. It’s insane man how funny she is, I don’t even know how to do that. But also, she’s so smart as well and clever, witty. I wish I could be just like her

And My mom doesn’t like me. I know I’m the last one she wanted. She wanted a boy so my dad and him to get along and she got what she wanted but got stuck with me, it’s obvious sometimes, how she looks at me, how she talks about me, she doesn’t like me, there’s disgust in her words, She wishes it was just my twin . I wish it was just my twin. I wish the doctors didn’t save me

More proof to my theory by the way, I can out not fully developed, misshapen lungs and bones too soft, unable to digest food. I was not meant for this earth and I know it

My family should be my sisters, my dad, my mom, and my brother. I don’t make sense in the equation

I’ve started other habits again, and I know they’re bad but not for /me/ they make me feel better, it hurts but I feel better after. It’s just a way to relieve anger and stress and all the other shit in my life

I know this blog isn’t therapy and I dont know how healthy putting this out there is. But, I guess I will anyway. Might as well, right?

I think I’ve also made my mind up about some stuff. Or maybe I was already predispositioned to it

Whatever

I think im going to catch the bus soon, just to see what it’s like you know?

See ya

(And if you got to the bottom of this, I love you, even if im undeserving of love, I still love you)

[kidpool]

"Are you okay?"

YOU DON’T THINK YOU’RE BREATHING. the ice underneath your feet seems to make a chill travel up your entire body. you’re shivering. the heavy snow that coats your frame doesn’t help warm up your body temperature, either. you’d been trying to find where cheryl had fallen through the ice. the frigidness of the surrounding area seems to further freeze the exposed parts of your body. you swear you can feel the cold seeming into your very soul. you can’t feel anything below your elbows, because your hands had been in ice cold water, unprotected from the icy currents while you’d been trying to grab cheryl from the water. every exhalation of breath is visible, & the temperature seems to be dropping with every second that passes. you can’t tell if it’s your doing, or if its natural. it doesn’t matter at this point. the point is, you’re fucking freezing. your hands ache from the cold, knuckles bruised, raw, stinging with pain. your hands are shaking, knuckles bloodied & split from when you’d tried helping archie break the ice to get to cheryl. you came out of that situation better than he did - you’d heard archie break his hand.

❝ are you okay? ❞ you barely even spare @taughtpain a glance, in shock & more concerned over cheryl & archie’s well-beings over anything else. especially your own well-being.

❝ i’m fine, robby. ❞ you confirm quietly, clearly distracted as you cradle one of your hands close to your chest. you keep a close eye on cheryl’s unconscious form, curled up in archie’s arms. they need to get out of the cold & get her warm, now. that’s their top priority. slowly, after archie starts walking away, jughead moves towards you with the intention of checking on your hand.

you instinctively shift towards betty, who is holding veronica’s hand tightly in her own, tears in her eyes over her cousin’s current condition. you shift your weight, intending on comforting her. but the sound of ice crackling underneath your feet makes you immediately stop. it sounds too loud, like the crack of a whip echoing across the barren, frozen wasteland that sweetwater river currently is. betty & jughead instinctively stop moving, & betty gasps softly in horror. the ice shouldn’t be thinner here, but you already know eldritch intervention when you sense it. your creators must’ve thinned the ice underneath your feet mere seconds ago, just enough for it to be concerning, while you were distracted thinking about cheryl, & robby, &-

SHIT.

you immediately freeze in place, slowly raising your hands to keep everyone away from you. you cringe when the ice cracks just a little more. your heart is practically pounding in your throat. betty’s & jughead’s eyes are wide with fear.

❝ ethan- ❞ betty breathes. you slowly look up at your boyfriend & girlfriend fearfully, chest heaving & mind whirling in pure panic. ❝ listen to me, alright? eth, ❞ jughead begins urgently, & you swear you can feel the terror coming off his body in waves. the fear is palpable in his voice, which only makes you that much more scared, ❝ you need to- ❞

❝ there’s no time, jug. just get cheryl to safety. ❞ you cut him off, harsher than you mean to, not that jughead can blame you for it, given the circumstances. if it ever comes down between saving your friends or saving yourself, you’ll choose them every single fucking time. THIS IS NO EXCEPTION.

you refuse to lose robby, even if he fucking hates you, even he’s been an asshole to you for a long time. even if he doesn’t love you.

❝ i love you. ❞ you say to betty & jughead. betty whimpers, & jughead sobs softly, his heart aching.

❝ veronica, ❞ you blurt out to the other girl, but you keep your eyes on betty & jughead, who are both starting to cry again, shaking their heads in desperation, in denial that this is happening in front of them to their boyfriend. you swear their terrified expressions will be burned into your eldritch mind, even if you die in this lifetime in the next few minutes, ❝ get betty & jughead out of here. now. go get cheryl warm. ❞ betty sobs softly, shaking her head desperately, trying to figure out how to save you, but there’s nothing nearby. the treeline is too far away to grab a branch as a lifeline. they run the risk of falling in with you. you smile slightly to try & comfort her, but flinch as the ice cracks more, causing a spike of fear to flash through you; the ice won’t hold up for much longer. the longer they’re here, the more risk they’re putting themselves in. THEY’RE IN DANGER. you don’t put it past your creators to kill everyone here, & you can’t let that happen. you won’t.

❝ just go. it’s going to be okay. you need to go, now. ❞ you know it’s not, but you’re trying to comfort them.

you swallow hard as fear finally floods your entire body, grimacing slightly as you slowly look up at the cloudy sky. it’s going to snow soon. cheryl needs to get somewhere warm & out of the wind. finally, slowly, you meet robby’s eyes. something close to acceptance flutters through your freezing bloodstream, & it shows on your face. IT’S SCARY. it only heightens the fear betty & jughead feel. it’s like you already have one foot in the grave.

( …at least you’ll be with nessa, nessa, who loved you no matter what, through thick & thin. nessa, who died in your arms, small & so scared, nessa, who never hated your guts, like robby does- )

your eyes flash towards robby, & you hold his gaze without blinking, as if you’re memorizing every inch of his face. the ice underneath cracks VIOLENTLY. it sounds like a gunshot going off.

YOULOVEHIMYOULOVEHIMYOULOVEHIM, & you hate yourself for it.

your voice becomes gentle, similar to the tone you’ve used with jughead & betty in the past, one they know well. it’s exactly like the tone you use with robby in almost every other lifetime. ❝ i’m sorry. ❞ you murmur to him, your voice far too tender to be interpreted as anything else other than loving, like you’re not talking to someone who has hated you since forever. why you’re the one apologizing, you don’t know. you weren’t the one icing him out for the better part of the last few months, or starting the whole love drama debacle in the first place. maybe you’re apologizing for your cowardice. for not admitting the FEELINGS you have for him sooner. for walking into his life, & complicating everything… again. like you ALWAYS fucking do. you won’t get the chance to admit your feelings for him again. you can live with that. you’re gonna have to.

❝ for not- ❞ the ice cracks, cutting you off. your stomach plummets to your feet. NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU. ( you don’t want them to. ) it’s clear to this version of you now that you’re not good for anyone here. all you do is hurt people, hurt robby. …maybe it’s better for everyone if you let this happen. you don’t deserve him - you never have - you don’t deserve anything good in any universe. the ice cracks again, just a little more, but you already know what’s about to happen. a one way trip. a very disorientating dunk into the frozen river below. the water has picked up rapidly in speed. you know it’s from your creators. YOU WON’T SURVIVE. YOU CAN LIVE WITH THAT. betty & jughead try reaching you again, but you give a tiny shake of your head. you shift your weight a little bit to try & keep them back, instinct more than accidental. ❝ robby, i- ❞

CRACK!

the ice underneath your feet breaks in the next second, giving way. your gasp of alarm is cut short as you plummet into the freezing water below.

[neon-vocalist]

Lanie and Vin have been freaking out over this all week. All month, practically. Even before we got the tickets, when we heard Motionless was coming to our state again, all three of the emo boys in our brain flipped their collective shit.

Well. Sort of. Chris doesn’t actually care that much. But Lanie and Vin, absolutely. The concert is literally at 7pm, so there is NO REASON for them to be panicking already, but here we are, at 10 in the morning, losing our mind while we search Pinterest for acceptable makeup looks.

Our first Motionless concert was before we had the introjects. Our second, we were far in the back, barely close enough to tell who was who. But now? Now we’ve got a VIP pass. Now we’re meeting them in person.

“I’M GOING TO SEE MYSELF!” Lanie shouts. “I’M GOING TO SHAKE MY OWN HAND!”

“Caress your own leg,” I say, mostly to make myself laugh but also to try and confuse Lanie enough that she shuts up. Unfortunately, Vin is not far behind her on the scale of Chill to Losing It Completely.

“We need to make our makeup really good,” she murmurs, taking a frantic mental inventory of our makeup drawer. “We need to look awesome so they think we’re cool.”

“They’re not gonna think we’re cool,” Lanie says from somewhere behind. “We are a child. And Sunnie’s fashion sense is swagless.”

“HEY! My fashion sense is NOT swagless!”

Vin waves a hand in the air to cut my complaint short. “Whatever whatever. Next thing. Clothes. Should we wear our Scoring shirt? Is that overkill? Should we wear our Funeral Derangements shirt so it shows we’re real fans of the genre but it isn’t cringe?”

“Bro,” Lanie scoffs. “You can’t go to a concert wearing a different band’s merch. That’s treason. I’d be so pissed if we were playing and some kid showed up wearing something they bought that put money in Spencer Charnas’ pockets and not mine.”

“I wouldn’t,” Vin says meekly. “I would be happy Spencer’s selling stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lanie says with an eye roll. “We know. You love Spencer. Your favorite grandson or whatever. You’re too nice, Vin.”

“I am not!” she protests. “But okay. Not gonna wear the Ice Nine shirt. That’s fine. I think if I met a kid at a concert, I would think they were super cool if, like… they had a ton of piercings. Or stick’n’pokes.”

“We can’t get a ton of piercings in nine hours. Or tattoos. Try again.”

“Really cool makeup?” Vin tries.

“Agh!” Lanie starts pacing around headspace. “Okay. I would think a kid was cool if they came to meet me with awesome jewellery. And if they knew all the words to our songs.”

“We can’t prove to them we know all the words to their songs, Lanie,” Vin says, pacing around in the other direction. “We have like five minutes tops.”

“So compliment a lyric or something. Talk about how we’re learning BNN on the guitar.”

“We aren’t, though,” I have to correct her. “We gave up on that shit months ago.”

“Okay but they don’t have to know that!” Lanie nearly screams.

“Are you suggesting we LIE to ourselves?” Vin asks, aghast, matching Lanie’s volume. “We can’t do that! No way!”

“Okay, okay.” I try to cut through the building chaos. “Vin, why don’t you focus on finding us good makeup inspo on Pinterest for now? Lanie, out. You two in the same room is like trying to make a toaster play nice with a bathtub. You can try to come up with a good opener later.”

“Mkay.” Lanie shuffles out of the room, Vin sits down to focus, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally. It’s under five decibels in here. Now I can actually get shit done.

—

Lanie and Vin are holding each other’s hands, something I haven’t seen them do since… well, ever. I can’t exactly blame them. They’re about to literally meet themselves, and I’m about as nervous as they are, but for reasons more “OMG my favourite musicians!” and less “that is literally me in there.” Still, though, someone in here has gotta be sane, so I shove down my anxiety and watch the space between us and the door grow smaller and smaller.

“Right this way,” some usher says, scanning our ticket, and then we’re in. Someone instantly shoves me away from front, leaving me on the floor and helpless to do anything but watch. Oh God Vin please don’t do something stupid—

“No way! You’re not dead! And I kinda have a little beard now!” Vin gasps, delighted, overwhelmed by the five people lined up in front of him. “Oh my God, I forgot you weren’t a girl!”

Well. We’re definitely going to be memorable.

(i hope it's okay to send a submission based on something we were wondering about with our system..?)

Write about a system going to a rock concert.

[Bonus: Factive A's source is one of the band members. How do they (and the rest of the system) react to seeing their source in person?]

Submitted Prompt #68!

[roanniom]

Attention

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie is cocky during a session of Hellfire and it makes you need him - now. 

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: NSWF, 18+ ONLY, unprotected PIV sex, relatively dom!Eddie (Eddie is a lil mean to reader but it’s what reader wants from him and he knows that), dirty dirty DIRTY talk, tiny bit of orgasm denial, drug use. Don’t judge me if this makes no sense, I was high when I wrote it but Eddie would be proud. 

Hellfire has been different since you and Eddie graduated high school. You’ve been taking classes at the Hawkins community college while he works at the local record shop, but your Thursday nights have been dedicated to keeping the D&D dream alive. You all have been meeting in Gareth’s basement now that the club is no longer school affiliated. But one thing that hasn’t changed is the effect Eddie has on you as dungeon master. 

You sit in your seat across the table from him and watch him shout at the group from his throne. He voices every NPC intricately - with complicated accents and unique inflections. He flails his arms as he gesticulates. He pulls weird faces and jumps up as often as he sits down.

But most importantly, he’s the cockiest son of a bitch to ever live. 

And when he engages with you, in particular, he’s sexy as sin. 

“Care to roll a charisma check, princess?” he asks you after you attempt to question a particularly prickly guard. 

“Not wisdom?” you ask sweetly, hopeful that you could roll for the ability for which you have a higher number. 

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re flirting, baby. Got to make sure you’re convincing,” Eddie says lowly, gazing at you over steepled fingers. You frown and let out a huffed exhale. 

“Dustin flirted with that barmaid and you didn’t make him roll for shit,” you point out while Dustin raises his hands beside you in a ‘why bring me into this’ pose. 

“That’s because Henderson is shit at flirting. He didn’t need to roll to see if the barmaid was uncharmed, her panties solidified into a chastity belt of their own accord.” 

“Hey!” Dustin defends weakly, though he doesn’t try to argue further. You narrow your eyes at Eddie across the table. 

“You’re doing this because I’m the only one with tits at this table, aren’t you.”

All of the younger boys cringe and look away, groaning audibly. But Eddie doesn’t break eye contact with you. Instead his smirk grows. 

“I’m doing this because you’re the only one with tits,” he agrees, cocking his head to the side as he lets his eyes drag down from your face to your body and back. “And because I know for damn certain you don’t have a chastity belt yourself.”

The other boys shout out Eddie’s name in alarm and reproach, but you barely hear them. You’re too distracted feeling blood rushing to your ears and other places with the insinuation. His eyes are dark and his voice is deep and he leans back in his chair comfortably. Legs spreading open a little wider on his throne - completely at his leisure as you find yourself squirming and beginning to sweat under his gaze. 

“So I need you to show me what you can do, princess.”

~*~

An hour later and the session is over, with the party only narrowly escaping capture at the hands of the guards. But the success of the session is far from your mind as you rocket down the dark country road in the passenger seat of Eddie Munson’s van, poured all over his frame in the driver’s seat, kissing his neck and fondling his package even as his foot grows more leaden on the gas. 

You’d rolled a natural 20, essentially eviscerating any concern that your flirting wasn’t charismatic enough. The boys had cheered and Eddie had waved towards you, unnervingly pleased by this roll which should have inconvenienced him, urging you to roleplay whatever flirting it was that would be worthy of a crit success. 

You’d unbuttoned the top few buttons of your shirt, completely ignoring the gasps from the younger players. Leaning forward with eyes only for Eddie, you’d pulled your arms in close - demurely even - knowing that it pushed your tits closer together to create an eyeful of cleavage. 

Eddie doesn’t even remember what you’d said, his hearing pretty much zonked out after that. But as rattled as he was, he kept his cool, allowing his smirk to simmer into something even darker. When it was clear you’d finished making your case, Eddie had roleplayed as a seduced guard, providing you and your friends with safe passage into the tomb beyond. 

As a result of that success, however, Eddie had cracked down even harder on all of you for the rest of the session. He barked at Mike and refused to so much as bat an eye when Lucas begged for mercy after a shitty roll. More than once you caught him staring at you while other players completed the actions for their turns. When he was caught looking, he never shied away. Never broke the eye contact or tried to pretend like he hadn’t been looking. 

Because he had been looking. And he wanted you to know. 

When the kids had all piled out of Gareth’s basement, the two of you had headed straight to Eddie’s van. Your friendship had always been flirty - bordering on inappropriate - but the dam had finally broken a few weeks ago after a memorable night of getting high in his trailer while clandestinely helping him prep for the new campaign he was currently running. Eddie didn’t want the boys to know you were getting special treatment - and you didn’t want to put up with their predictable discomfort - so you had kept things low key, meeting up in secret. 

But today you’d barely waited for the last boy to bike out of sight before pouncing on Eddie in his van. 

Your hands had gripped his face and pulled you to him across the center console, mashing his mouth to yours with an aggression with which he’d only just started becoming accustomed. You hadn’t had much time to yourselves since things had started up between the two of you - a quickie in the arcade bathroom. A quiet hand job with Wayne in the next room, a whispered dirty phone call in the middle of the night. But tonight you were done with the distractions. Done with patience and done with waiting. 

“I want you right fucking now,” you moan into his ear, hand on the side of his neck to keep a hold on him. Eddie’s eyes dart from the road and back to you. 

“As much as I’d die happy getting to make you cum, I’d rather not crash this van, princess.” he says with a husky chuckle, whipping the vehicle around a turn. “I’m going to want to be able to do it about a million more times.”

“Then pull over and make me cum now!” you practically whine. Your hand slides over his upper thigh but he catches it before it can reach his crotch again. 

“I’m not fucking you in the van again,” he says with authority that rings through your brain like a bell. “I’m taking you home.” He brings your hand to your own thigh and pushes it to rub circles into your skin. “I’m going to fuck you on my bed like you should be fucked. The way I want to fuck you.”

You huff and pout but secretly his words have you positively aching. 

You don’t protest again until you’re both through the door of his trailer, your arms slung around his neck, when he reaches for his black pail. 

“Are you not going to - ,” you’re already accusatory and he laughs smoke into your face. He pulled out and lit a pre rolled joint.

“Of course I’m going to fuck you. But I’m also going to enjoy this,” he says around the joint, taking another deep inhale before holding it up to your lips. You take a grateful drag and feel him tug you into his room and close the door behind with a definitive snap. 

Eddie divests you of your clothing one piece at a time and it is agonizing. You try to grip at him with greedy fingers but he holds you down by the wrists, keeping you in place. But that just makes you want him more. The casual way he can control your body reminds you of the casual, cocky control he had over the Hellfire session and your panties grow even more damp. Just in time for him to peel them off of you. 

“This pussy is positively dripping, princess. Who is it all for?” His fingers glide through your wet folds deliciously. 

“The fucking pope,” you huff out, rolling your eyes to distract from the way your chest is heaving. He’s kept you waiting and he still has the nerve to tease you more? Eddie gasps theatrically, pulling his hand away from your cunt fast enough to make you whine. He makes the sign of the cross between you with the hand that glistens with your slick. 

“I hate to break it to you, babe,” he says, smirking before putting his slick-soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking and releasing them with a satisfied pop. “I don’t think he’s going to be able to help you with this.”

“Oh no?” you ask, biting your tongue to keep from laughing at his stupid joke. He leans forward and kisses the taste of you onto your lips. 

“No. But he does have that cool staff, cane thing. Maybe he’ll let you use it to get off.” 

You slap him hard on the chest and pull back. 

“Eddie, that thing has a fucking cross on it.” Your laugh is more affronted squeal than anything. Eddie shrugs. 

“So?”

“You are suggesting that I…fuck myself on a cross?” One of your hands flies to cover your mouth as your voice dips into a whisper, unsure if you should even say that last part. 

“Baby it’s just dirty talk. It’s theoretical,” he reasons, not even missing a beat or seeming one bit deterred by your words. He peels your hand from your mouth and kisses your wrist. “Theoretically I think you should be able to fuck yourself on whatever you so choose.” He begins kissing his way up from your wrist to the crook of your elbow to your shoulder to your collarbone. “I would, however, like to volunteer my services in the matter.”

“Oh yeah? You have something better to offer me than the papal staff?” you ask teasingly, beginning to melt in his arms under the force of his lips, suctioning as they were to your neck between his words. 

“Princess. I’ve got your staff right here. And I can promise you it’s better than old John Paul whatever-the-fuck.” As he says this Eddie grabs your hand and places it on his crotch so you can feel his ridiculously solid hard on through his jeans. You bite back a moan, knowing you still need to get the last word in. 

“John Paul the second,” you correct, and Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, should I really be worried you want to fuck the pope more than me?”

“Eddie,” you interrupt his dramatics by grabbing his face with both hands. “Shut up and fuck me.”

It’s a mad scramble of teeth and lips and flailing limbs as Eddie lunges for you and you do what you can to ride out his fervor. Your fingers dig into his biceps, holding on for dear life as he picks you up and manhandles you onto the bed. Finallyfinallyfinally giving you what you’ve been begging for for the better part of an hour. 

With his jeans discarded on the floor, Eddie is now skin to skin with you, chest to chest. He takes both of your breasts into his hands and pushes them together, dropping his nose to plunge into the crevice he creates. 

“How dare you dangle these tits in front of me during Hellfire,” he says, voice muffled by your breasts. His lips latch onto your flesh, suctioning so deeply you know you’ll have a mark. He releases you and looks up at you with shining lips. “You’re a fucking minx, you know that?”

“Yeah. And you’re a tease, Eds. Come on, I want it.” You’re pouting now. Something you’ve never done with any other guy before. But Eddie’s smile and voice and hands and being have got you acting funny. They’ve got you feeling funny. He makes you want to strip yourself bare and throw yourself at him - beg him to do with you what he will. To use you like an object and leave you shaking and writhing beneath him. 

He must see all of that in your eyes as he bears down on you because his smile widens dangerously.

“Oh princess. What’s gotten into you? You used to be a good girl.” He says this while lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance, swiveling a teasing circle against the weeping hole. “Now you’re begging the dungeon master to give you his cock.”

“I want it,” you repeat, though your voice is starting to sound feeble to your own ears. One of his hands grips his cock for more dexterity and he drags it up and down, drawing a line up the length of your slit, tapping your clit each time he reaches it. 

“I guess you were never really a good girl, let’s be honest,” he chuckles, ignoring your plea. He taps your clit with the head of his cock, more deliberately this time, and you whine. “Even all those years when we were just friends, really you were wanting this.”

It’s not exactly true and you know he knows that. Eddie’s just high and horny and talking shit and you love it - and what’s worse is he knows you love it. He knows you’re so turned on right now because he was so in charge during the Hellfire session and it boils your blood in more ways than one. 

“Will you please fuck me, Eddie,” you try one more time, putting all your effort into speaking intelligably. 

“Well since you ask so nicely, princess,” he says with a smirk before sinking all the way into you in one smooth, gut-wrenching motion. 

“Ohmygod Eddie,” you gasp at the intrusion an he leans down to settle into the juncture of your neck. His lips press into your throat and you feel your body melt, feel it accept him inside you even deeper. 

He finds a steady rhythm gradually, working himself and yourself up to a healthy pace. His thrust bring his body flush against you and you hold onto him for dear life as the pleasure mounts in your abdomen. 

This is what you’d been wanting What you’d been needing. 

One thrust lands perfectly, finding that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head. Your strangled moan makes him laugh against your skin. 

“Yeah, baby? Yeah?” he asks teasingly in response to your wordless sounds. You weren’t capable of speech a second ago, so you’re not sure what he assumes teasing you will produce. It sure isn’t anything comprehensible, because now you’re muttering slurred amalgamations of expletives and his name. 

“Next time you try to tease me during a session, you should get exactly what you deserve, princess,” he whispers then into your ear. A shudder runs through your body, making you clench around him and making his hips stutter in turn. He bites down into your shoulder before resuming his whispering. “Should send everyone out of the room and fuck you then and there on the table.”

Oh god. 

He’s been fucking you for a while at this point, building building building just to slow his hips enough to pull you back from teetering on the edge. But now you find yourself getting lost. Find your head lolling back against the pillows, eyes out of focus. 

“Because this is what you want, isn’t it? My full attention? Huh?” 

You crane your neck up blindly, trying to kiss him. He leans forward just enough for your mouths to touch, but your panting is so ragged that without his effort, your lips just mash against his sloppily. He laughs into your parted lips. 

“Baby’s so desperate. Like’s when I’m mean while DMing and while fucking her.”

“Yes!” you confess on a gasp and he rewards you by swirling a finger over your clit, throwing you off the edge. You cum on his cock violently and it seems like a release of more than just the tension built up over the last few weeks. You’re finally getting what you wanted and he’s right - it was his full attention. 

“Jesus fucking christ you’re so beautiful,” he says on a cracked voice. His thrusts turn sloppy and you preen at the idea that your cumming could have such an effect on his impending orgasm. 

“Don’t…” you struggle to catch your breath but you push through to speak. “Don’t say the lord’s name in vain.” And suddenly Eddie’s laughing so hard it’s got him hissing with how close he is to bursting inside you. 

“First the pope, now the lord. Since when did you get religious on me?” Eddie’s breathless. Flush and sweating and you know he’s close. Can feel the pulse of his cock and know the end is near. 

“What can I say? Being fucked by you is a religious experience,” you reply before clenching down on him as hard as you can. He sees stars and suddenly he’s cumming inside of you in big shuddering spurts. You accept all of him, peppering kisses on his throat and jaw as his cock finishes twitching and filling you with his spend. 

He collapses down on you, but for only a moment before rolling over to lay beside you. He hasn’t dismounted you for more than two seconds, though, before he’s pulling you in against his body. His nose nuzzles into your hair and he inhales a deep shuddering breath. 

“That enough attention for you?”

You duck your head out from under his chin to look up at him with mischievous eyes. 

“I’ll probably need more soon. Hope you’re up for it.” Your tone is casual, but your smile is a challenge. Eddie leans down and nips at your bottom lip. 

“Anything for you, princess.”

~*~

I’ll be honest, I can’t tell who to tag for just random Eddie stuff vs. who just wanted to be tagged in Show Me parts, so this is who I think wants to see this: @millenialcatlady​ @sacklerscumrag​ @theoncrayjoy​  chaoschaoswriting  copycatkillerfics @cowboy-kylo​  lassie-bird  softpshycopath  katsukis1wife  spookyreidd