#fuck it. throwin it in the character tags too

[majorasnightmare]

BG3 Tadfools as FFXIV Jobs

-As Decided by a FFXIV Free Trial Sprout

Karlach is a Gunbreaker. The style, the gunblade, how the class is 3 dps in a trenchcoat. This is the pick I'm absolutely certain of and will take no counterarguments on, I know in my heart I'm right

Wyll looks initially like he'd be a red mage main, but actually red mage is his alt. Hes a dancer main

Gale is a black mage, this is the second most obvious choice behind Karlach. If he could summon voidsent in BG3 he'd already be on it

Lae'zel mains Dragoon and Samurai and freely swaps between them as she feels necessary

Astarions obvious pick is Ninja because knives but I don't actually think the naruto jutsu suits him. I WOULD say Viper but I haven't actually PLAYED viper? I've had them in dungeon parties tho and just seeing them shred bosses feels very Astarion

Shadowheart is the odd one here cuz I don't think she'd actually BE a white mage, scholar, or a sage. MAYBE Astrologian, and also maybe Dragoon? I'm not super confident in my picks here and it's in part cuz not a lot of the jobs make an easy match for Shadowheart's personality. I can see Dark Knight for DJ Shart

BONUS

Minthara is a Dark Knight main that alternates to Paladin. If I could mod the dark knight armor into BG3 I would and I'd flood the tag with screenshots

Durges and Tavs can vary ofc, but MY Durge in particular is a white mage the way Edda is a white mage. If you can't get rezzed then hes summoning Voidsent into your corpse to keep you around so uh. Don't floor tank.

[dailynnt]

FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 3/30

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words. Tags will be added as the story is written.

⊹👩🏼‍💻 From the author: Guys, I did it! I wrote this part faster than I thought I would. I read it myself a few times to make sure it was okay, and I think I liked what I saw here. Hot? I think so! Let me know if you liked it, because I'll be nervous! I'm going to feel a little pressure😣 The next part will be a continuous fuck😅🥵

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋 Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

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Part 3. The most real type.

It was snowing outside. Abundant and paw-like, it quickly turned everything white. You were standing outside, but you hardly felt the cold. Perhaps it was because of the snow, or because you were drunk. It was a challenge to stay on your feet. But your situation was improved by Jungkook, who was the most sober of your group.

You went outside to get a taxi for Taehyung, who was almost unconscious, and Jimin, who had been drinking heavily. When the car arrived at your request, you insisted that you also go with Jungkook and help him send his friends to home.

Jungkook effortlessly sniffed Taehyung into the back seat of the car. Luckily for him, Jimin was able to get into the taxi by himself. You wanted to say goodbye to your friends, but your legs wouldn't hold you. So now you're standing by the pole where Jungkook put you and told you to wait for him.

After staying outside for a while, you began to feel the cold, which helped you sober up. That way you could see Jungkook's figure more clearly as he approached. When he approached, you stretched out your arms to him and tried to take a step, but stumbled. Strong arms picked you up, saving you from falling on the cold curb. You smile broadly. You realize how clumsy you must look right now, and it makes you want to laugh even more.

"Baby, you're completely drunk!" - Jungkook laughed, steadying you so you wouldn't slip again.

"No, I can stand on my feet, it's just slippery because of the snow." - You protested. You jokingly pouted your lips to look offended. Jungkook continued to smile at your pout. His low laugh came from somewhere in the back of his throat.

"It certainly is." - You laughed too, and stared mesmerized at your best friend who held you in his arms. For the second time that day. But this hug was more pleasant than the one in the morning.

You remember Jungkook telling Taehyung earlier today that you two could have sex if you lived together. Also you remember almost choking on a rice bun when you heard that. This guy must be out of his mind to say something like that. You already live together. But no one knows about it.

Then you protested very loudly. Not only did you almost die because of that bun, but you had Jungkook throwing around theories so confidently. You said then that this would not have happened under any circumstances, maybe if only you were the last people on earth.

"Can you walk, or should I carry you?" - Jungkook pulled you out of your memories. He was also drunk, but you couldn't tell by his face. Jungkook was resistant to alcohol and the half a liter of soju he drank didn't affect him at all. Unlike you, but you drank more. Jungkook threatened that he wouldn't carry you in his arms, but here he is. He's standing there, smiling sweetly at you, waiting for your answer. No matter what he says, he always takes care of you when you need it. And maybe that's what attracted you to him the most. He was attentive to your every need, and when you needed him the most, he magically appeared next to you.

"Yess, carry me!" - You were excited and your eyes shone. "It's not far, and I'll help you pump up your arms so you don't lose muscle." - You said, making Jungkook laugh out loud again. You're so cute when you're drunk.

Being outside, where it was cold and still snowing, your mind was becoming more and more clear. Jungkook's shoulders were warm and too comfortable. You wish he had carried you forward in his arms, so you wouldn't have frozen from the wind blowing in your face while you were riding the bike. Jungkook sometimes corrected you when you slipped. His arms were around your hips, and you wrapped your arms around Jungkook's neck to steady yourself.

"Jungkook-ah!" - You called to him. Your friend's eardrums were hurt again.

"Honey, don't scream, you're on my shoulders, not a thousand miles away." - Jungkook said gently. You giggled.

"Isn't it hard for you to carry me?" - You asked.

"Not at all, you're very light!" - Replied Jungkook playfully. You calmed down because for a moment you felt sorry for him. Jungkook is dragging you around in this weather, fully dressed in winter and drunk. But it's better to ride on his shoulders than to walk.

"We are almost there." - Jungkook said.

A few more minutes passed and you were on your way to your apartment. Jungkook helped you to your feet once you were in the elevator, and you walked the rest of the way to your apartment door.

The warmth of the apartment immediately enveloped you as soon as you crossed the threshold. You went in and stood at the threshold. You enjoyed the comfort of the warm apartment, but not for long. Jungkook was behind you, closing the door. You froze too close to the front door, and so that Jungkook could also be in the inside and close the door behind him, he literally pressed himself against you.

"Baby, move, why are you like a fossil?" - You heard somewhere above your head. You turned your head in the direction of the voice coming from behind you and faced Jungkook's face. To your surprise, he was so close that there was almost no space between you. You stared at each other for a few seconds and suddenly you said.

"Help me undress!" - Jungkook raised his eyebrows, and a playful smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

"Do you want me to take off your clothes completely or just your outerwear?" - He asked. You hummed lazily. He was teasing you again.

"Would you like to undress me completely? Or not... what am I offering you, I'm not your type, you'll probably be bored." - You mocked. Turning away from Jungkook without seeing his reaction, you stepped forward and began to take off your sneakers and jacket at the same time.

Your friend rustled his outerwear as well. You threw your hat and jacket on the nightstand and drunkenly walked to the couch. You flopped down on it and relaxed. Jungkook went to the kitchen. He took a beer out of the fridge and came to you. You looked up with difficulty and saw him pouring a can of beer into himself sip after sip. His Adam's apple moved in time with each gulp. You noticed Jungkook's neck, it was so welcoming to kiss. You were getting carried away, is it possible to think about such things with Jungkook? But he wouldn't know anyway.

Your friend stopped only when most of the liquid had gone into his stomach and he ran out of air. He flicked his tongue with great relish to better taste the beer. Jungkook noticed you watching him. You moved toward him to take the rest of the frothy drink, but Jungkook stopped you.

"Don't do that. If you cover the soju with beer, you'll vomit." - He warned. You grimaced and flopped back on the back of the couch.

"Same here..." - You grumbled irritably. "Shove your care up your ass!" - Jungkook focused his gaze on you as he put a can of beer on the coffee table. He took off the hoodie he was wearing, leaving him in a T-shirt. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him greedily as he threw his clothes over his head, his T-shirt caught on the hoodie and you could see his perfect abs. He sat down next to you so that your thighs were almost touching.

"When I was carrying you on my shoulders, you think in another way of my care." - Jungkook lamented with mirth in his voice. You looked at your friend with a frown. "You were supposed to be the one taking care of me."

"I said I would do it only on condition!" - You reminded him.

"How exactly can I make you feel good?" - Jungkook continued your dialog. You knew how he could make you feel good, but he said that you were not his type and nothing would happen between you. And then he said that if you could live together, you could sleep together. These two opposing opinions annoyed you. You had to figure out what was true and what was a lie.

"Forget it." - You said. "Better explain your theory that you so arrogantly assumed." - Jungkook turned to you with interest.

"Taehyung asked theoretically, so I answered theoretically." - Jungkook defended himself.

"So in your opinion, we would sleep together if we lived together. But, hey genius, we've been living together for three months now and as you can see, we're not having sex." - You explained.

"We're not, but it could happen anytime." - Jungkook said decisively. You followed your friend's hand in a slight daze as he took another sip of beer. This is a serious statement.

"How can this happen if I'm not your type?" - You tried to figure it out. Jungkook's self-confidence in such statements outraged you. He says it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. But the problem is that you are friends, and best friends at that. If you start having sex, you can't be friends as you were before. Such thoughts put pressure on you.

"I also said you were beautiful and hot." - Jungkook reminded you. You laughed hysterically. But those words flattered you.

"Yes, I remember that. But explain to me how you can think a girl is beautiful and sexy, but she's not your type?" - Jungkook poked his cheek with his tongue. It showed he was slightly irritated. You hated it when he did that. Because it made you think dirty things. "In my opinion, someone you find sexy and beautiful automatically becomes your type." - You finished without letting Jungkook answer.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say. What was I supposed to say?" - Your best friend said nervously. "Y/N is beautiful and so fucking hot, I should have fucked her a long time ago?" - Jungkook sounded more sarcastic than angry.

"No." - You said, trying to think straight after Jungkook's words. "You should have said something like what I said. I didn't say you weren't my type!" - Jungkook suddenly laughed slyly. You didn't realize what you said was funny.

"Does that mean I'm your type?" - Your friend asked.

"Um, well..." - You trailed off, afraid to admit that you are. He is the most typical type for you.

"You see, you can't say, but it's obvious. I'm really very attractive, you can't help but like me!" - Jungkook said slyly. You felt your heartbeat quicken and your ears ring. Embarrassment completely took over. "So it's true that you dream about me every night?" - He mocked. "You probably imagine me kissing you, running my hands over your body. How I get the upper hand and you give in so easily?" - Jungkook was rapidly approaching you, and all you could feel was panic. He stopped when your faces were separated by a few centimeters. His gaze fell on your lips. Could this really happen? Does Jungkook want this as much as you do?

"More like your thoughts." - You teased, trying to somehow escape those seductive lips and intoxicating intimacy. "So detailed." - You laugh into his lips. "Confess how many times have you fucked me in your mind?" - Jungkook suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him, and you hit his strong chest.

"You have such a long tongue. You should be more careful what you say!" - Said Jungkook in a low voice. You felt excited to be so close to your friend. You tried to control your breathing.

"Your tongue is much longer than mine, Jeon, you should use it in a different way." - You joked with a mocking tone in your voice.

"Do you want to know what my tongue can do?"

"Do you have something to interest me?" - You did not give up. There was tension between you, and neither of you wanted to make the same move. But you knew you were going to hold out to the end. Jungkook, the one who should be first. He exhaled an exasperated breath, but didn't let go of you. Your gaze flickered across his face. Damn, if it weren't for your fucking pride, you'd be throwing kisses at him right now.

"Shit that. I'd fuck you right now. But we're both drunk. I don't want you to regret it in the morning when you're sober." - Jungkook said seriously. You only heard what you wanted to hear, and the thought of Jungkook wanting to fuck you overshadowed everything else he said.

"If you want to, why are you waiting?" - You whispered. Jungkook's eyes darkened. His desire was too obvious.

"You're virgin. Aren't you saving yourself for the prince?" - He asked. You started to get angry, because you finally wanted this guy who was holding you so close to him to get down to business, but he kept talking.

"I don't." - You answered quietly. Maybe all the time you've known Jungkook you've been saving yourself for him? "Who better than best friend to help me learn about all the delights of sex? So are we going to keep talking like this or are you going to do something?" - You were pushing Jungkook to act. He was staring at your lips, hesitating to kiss you. He had to make sure that you were ready to deal with the consequences of your actions.

He touched your face, resting his palm on your cheek. His fingers slid down to your cheekbone, and he touched your lips with his thumb, enchanted. Jungkook lightly ran it over them, as if he wanted to test their softness. You watched with interest and almost undisguised desire.

"There will be no turning back once we do this." - Jungkook said slowly and carefully. He stopped his finger at the corner of your mouth. "You have to think carefully. Because I'm going to take your virginity. I'm going to do something to you that might scare you. I want you to understand that if you give yourself to me, I will do whatever I want with you. And you won't be able to run away from me." - Jungkook's voice was low, slightly his own. He spoke seriously without a hint of joking. His words ignited your desire even more. You are like a moth flying into a fire. You have to think about everything. That if you let this happen, your friendship will no longer exist.

Maybe it will be, but not the same as before. He put all the responsibility for your relationship with him on you. But he was the one who provoked you. Or was it you?

What happens if you tell him to stop? You laughed to yourself. Are you a fool to say no to a guy like Jungkook? You admit that during the three months you've been living under the same roof, you've wanted Jungkook to pay attention to you properly. You wanted to be in the shoes of every girl he brought over. That's why you were constantly irritated. Of course, your busy schedule at the university and lack of sleep were also part of your constantly bad mood. But the main reason was this damn hot best friend of yours.

You didn't allow yourself to admit that you liked him. You justified it all by saying that you're just comfortable around Jungkook because you've known him since childhood.

Unfortunately for you, you can't think straight because you're drunk. You're driven by alcohol, a strong desire that nothing can quench. You need Jeon Jungkook and you can't do anything about it. You don't think about the consequences. Maybe you'll feel embarrassed tomorrow, but you definitely won't regret anything.

Finally, having made a decision in your drunken head, you answer.

"Do you really think I can think straight right now?" - Jungkook smiled softly at your words. "But I know exactly what I want right now." - You licked your dry lips. This gesture made Jungkook's eyes return to your plump lips. "I want you to do what you promised."

A moment that seemed like an eternity. And then you felt Jungkook's lips capture yours.

You felt euphoria in its truest sense. You were dizzy, but with each intense movement of Jungkook's lips, you finally realized what was happening. You were responding to the kiss with no less desire.

Jungkook stopped, he suddenly and very skillfully put you on his lap and kissed you again. This time he used his tongue. The hot touch of his tongue, asking for your mouth, you could not stop him. Opening your mouth, you allowed your tongues to connect. It was an absolutely crazy feeling. The kiss was so passionate that you moaned into Jungkook's mouth without will. This excited you both even more.

Jungkook's hands were on your buttocks. He stroked and squeezed them while continuing to kiss them. You pressed yourself tightly against his crotch. Feeling aroused, you began to rock on his hips, dreaming of creating the right friction to ease the sweet torment. He hissed as you continued grinding him for a while.

It was so natural to sit here on couch of Jungkook's home, and from more recently your home. It was where you had sat in each other's arms many times and watched a movie, or where you often napped after staying up late after school talking to a friend on the phone. Could you even imagine for a moment that you would be sitting on top of your best friend, in this couch and trying to orgasm, rocking on his hips?

Jungkook groaned. You felt yourself getting too wet. Your underwear was completely soaked. But you didn't care, because it wasn't important right now. Jungkook's lips and his growing erection were all you could think about.

Jungkook pulled away from your lips and moved to your neck. You stopped and let him kiss you there now. The throbbing between your legs made you want more.

Jungkook left wet marks on your neck. In the most tender places, he sucked in your skin and you were crazy about the slight pain that accompanied each kiss.

When he was done with your neck, Jungkook realized that he didn't like the fact that you were still dressed. Without warning, he took off the sweatshirt you were wearing for today's trip to the restaurant. He also casually unzipped your jeans.

First, he removed your bra with one deft movement. Your breasts were freed from the pressure of the bra and you were instantly covered in gooseflesh. Either from the cold or from Jungkook's touch. He stared at your breasts for a second, and then a cheeky smile appeared on his lips. Without wasting too much time, he touched your nipple with his tongue.

Jungkook sucked on your tender bud, making you feel a slight pain that intensified your already intense need. He did the same with your other nipple. You moaned louder than you meant to, drawing your friend's attention. He took your mouth again and started kissing you. Now you needed those lips. You couldn't imagine how you could have lived without those soft lips and skillful tongue.

You gasped into his mouth when he reached under your jeans and panties and touched your needy clit. He made smooth, light movements on it. You thought you were going to go crazy from these previously unknown sensations.

Jungkook was smiling right into your lips. It was a fucking delight to see your face. Red with excitement and alcohol. Your eyebrows are furrowed with the ecstasy he's giving you as he caresses your clit.

"You're so wet for me, baby." - He whispers into your lips. "Do you like the way I touch you?" - He asked in the same soft voice, still moving his fingers. You breathed out a "yes" unable to speak clearly.

His bulge was already large. The pants he was wearing had been comfortable before, but now they were painfully tight. You instinctively moved your hips as Jungkook touched your center.

He captures your mouth again. Your tongues intertwine and feel so natural together. You put your hands in Jungkook's hair and tug gently. You even have time to think about how soft they are before realizing that you might come soon.

"Jungkook..." - You whimper. You need to say you're going to come.

"Are you going to cum, beautiful?" - Jungkook asked in a hoarse voice.

"God, that mouth" you thought. His well-chosen words are boosting your ego.

"Then do it for me... cum right on my fingers!" - You weren't ready to hear such dirty things, but it was so sexy and appropriate at that moment that you couldn't hold back any longer. You came. Just like he asked. You could feel your clit shuddering and Jungkook's fingers still holding it. You fell back against his shoulder, catching your breath.

You were trying to recover. You had just come. Your breathing was ragged and fast. When the wave of incredible feelings passed, you were a little embarrassed. You raised your head and pulled away a little when you realized that Jungkook wanted to take his hand out of your pants. He pulled his hand out and, to your surprise, put two fingers in his mouth, tasting your juice. You smiled shyly, not expecting to see that.

"You taste sweet as expected." - Jungkook said. You blushed even more.

You crawled onto Jungkook's lap in embarrassment and felt his aroused cock touch you. You looked down between the two of you, and Jungkook followed you. His cock hadn't gotten enough attention and you felt a little guilty, which was only good for you.

You wanted to get off Jungkook, but he grabbed your buttocks.

"Where are you going?" - He asked.

"I think you are uncomfortable with me sitting on you, and I wanted to make you feel good too..." - You said the last words very quietly, but Jungkook heard you. You looked away, nervous. He gently took you by the chin and turned you toward him.

"Do you want to give me a hand job? Or do you want to give me a blowjob?" - Jungkook said playfully.

"I can do whatever you like the most." - You replied shyly. Your voice was trembling a little. Jungkook kept his eyes on your beautiful face. "Fuck, this girl is going to drive me crazy. How can she be so cute and sexy at the same time?" he thought.

"I like blowjobs better." - He said, and you suddenly realized what you had to do. You panicked and smiled nervously. Of course, there's no turning back, if Jungkook wants you to do it, you'll do it. He also has to have his share of fun.

"Are you going to tell me how to do it right?" - You asked hopefully. You've never had sex before, and you've only heard about blowjobs from friends and books.

Jungkook purred with satisfaction. Your shyness and inexperience were turning him on.

"Of course I'll teach you. But do you think I'm done with you?" - He said. Before you could answer, you were already pinned between Jungkook and the couch. He lay down on top of you. The weight of his body pressed down on you pleasantly. Jungkook kissed you lazily, using only his lips. "I'm going to enjoy you completely first, and then maybe you can give me a blowjob." - He said. You smile.

"You already made me come. Do you want to put your cock inside me now?" - Suddenly you have the courage.

"You agreed, so now I'll do whatever I want to you. You will have more than one orgasm today." - Jungkook promised you.

"How?" - You were surprised. You didn't know a lot about sex, how diverse it can be. You thought that one orgasm at a time was enough. To experience this incredible pleasure again? But can you be against it?

Jungkook didn't answer. He knelt down on his knees, not taking his eyes off you. He took off his T-shirt. He froze for a moment and then got to his feet and quickly dropped his pants.

You watched your best friend's actions with interest. His body was pumped up like a fucking masterpiece of perfect muscles and shapes. He looked so great. Those delicious abs, those strong arms. His tattoos, which made him even hotter. But when he took off his pants and you saw the big bulge hidden in his boxers, you silently gasped. It looks big. Will it hurt you a lot when he enters? You didn't know, and you were a little scared.

Jungkook came back to you, but he didn't lie down like he did last time. He grabbed your jeans and pulled them down. In a moment, you were wearing only a thong. Jungkook threw your jeans into his pants.

Not even a second after he undressed you, he planned to leave you naked for good. He grabbed the edge of your black mesh thong and began to slowly pull it down.

When he saw your vagina open, his eyes became absolutely lustful. He looked at you from head to toe, lingering on the most attractive places.

"My God, you are so beautiful!" - Your friend said with admiration. You felt proud at that moment. It feels so good to be liked by him and to hear this admiration in his voice.

"Do you say that to every girl you sleep with?" - You say, a little annoyed.

"I haven't said that to anyone!" - Jungkook said honestly. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever fucked!" - You rounded your eyes. He's such a liar. He's been telling his friends that he doesn't like you, and now he's saying this. Isn't he being sly?

"Does that mean I'm your type?" - You said, mocking Jungkook. He laughed with a snort. Slowly, he approached your lips.

"You're my the most real type." - He confessed. You felt thousands of butterflies settle in your stomach.

"So now that we're clear, I'm going to eat you." - Jungkook said. You didn't understand. He bit your lips and after that went down to your cunt. He picked up your buttocks and moved more comfortably.

"Hello, beauty, you're mine now!" - He said to your pussy. "Spread your legs wider for me." - Jungkook ordered. You didn't know what was going to happen next, but it was so damn tempting and sexy. You did as he asked and opened your legs wider. As soon as Jungkook touched your clit with his tongue, you realized that you had completely lost yourself.

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[moonyflesh]

KING DICE x READER [HCs]

• The Cuphead Show’s 3-year anniversary special!

WARNINGS: references to PDA, kissing, undressing, both public and private, sub/dom dynamics, and quite a bit of profanity. very fluffy for the most part!

CHARACTER: Mister KING DICE (Cuphead / The Cuphead Show!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hey! so apparently ‘The Cuphead Show!’ had its 3-year anniversary a few days ago, and I had completely forgotten about how obsessed I was with Dice….so, here you go! Just a list of headcannons and little imagines I’ve thought up for him in honor of his cartoon remake!

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-> King Dice has a perfectly controlled persona—he’s always the composed, confident showman. But you? You get moments no one else does.

-> Sometimes, you do something so small, so effortless—like touching one of his pips with a lazy stroke of your fingers, or brushing your hip against his own when dealing a set of cards at one of the poker tables.

• The first time it happens, he literally forgets how to breathe for a second. He stares, mouth agape, eyes silently narrowing at you in warning.

-> Then, when he’s pissed off at himself for losing composure, he groans and mutters curses under his breath.

“God—holy fucking shit, sugar, you can’t just—fuck.”

-> He hardly ever calls you by your name in public. You wear a name tag when you’re working, so why not make it known that you’re his anyways?

“How you holdin’ up with Table 4, sweet cheeks? Need me to talk ‘em into throwin’ in some more money?”

“I swear to Lucifer himself, babydoll- i’d never get through a shift without getting a good look at you in that uniform.”

-> He makes everything sound like a flirtation, even when he’s just talking to you normally. But then there are those raw moments, where his voice drops an octave, the teasing slips, and it’s just him:

“You—goddamn, babydoll— you sure you’re not bewitchin’ me? feels like m’ hypnotized with you or somthin.”

-> King Dice revels in control—he loves taking his time, drawing out every little sound from you. It’s the one form of control he has over your spontaneous personality— and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

-> But sometimes, you do something so unexpected, it ruins him.

• Maybe it’s the way you look at him—half-lidded, dazed, drunk on him—and suddenly he’s the one gasping for air.

• Maybe you whisper something back—“hurry up before somebody walks in, handsome,” —and he has to physically stop himself from losing it.

• Maybe your hands are gripping at his suspenders, and he’s too far gone to be ‘suave’ about it.

• That’s when the line between ‘professional’ and ‘unprofessional’ get blurry.

“Fucking hell—just do your thing, angel. I got nowhere to be.”

“Ohh, you are killing me, babygirl—”

“You—fuck—you got no idea what you do to me.”

-> And sometimes? Sometimes he just groans and pins you to the nearest surface like he physically cannot go another second without feeling you.

-> The King doesn’t just strip you—he makes it a performance.

• He unbuttons your shirt one button at a time, pausing to drag his fingers over every newly exposed inch.

• You get impatient and try to help? His hands gently stop yours.

“Ah, ah, babydoll. Let me enjoy my view.”

-> When you strip him?

• He leans back, smirking, watching you with predatory interest.

-> But the moment your hands skim down his chest? He lets out a deep, shuddering exhale.

“You got no clue what you’re startin’, sugar.”

-> He loves toying with you when he kisses you.

• He lingers just before your lips touch, watching you squirm.

• He pulls away way too soon, smirking when you chase after him.

“That desperate for me already, huh?”

-> But when he’s serious?

• His lips meet yours, one hand tangling in your hair, the other holding you like he’s never letting go.

-> They’ll get messy when he’s too into it—low, hungry murmurs against your mouth.

“You better get that pretty lipstick ‘uh yours all over me.”

“Goddamn, baby, you taste too good.”

-> In public, he’s still the smooth-talking performer.

• A hand on your hip, a ‘professional’ smirk, stolen kisses between conversations.

-> But when you catch him staring at you—really staring—his expression flickers. For a split second, he forgets the act.

“Damn, doll face… what am I gonna do with you?”

-> In private, though? The real King comes out.

• He melts into you, sighing like you’re the only safe place in the world.

• He presses kisses against your forehead, your cheek, your shoulder—anywhere he can reach.

-> And sometimes, after a long night, he mumbles sleepy confessions against your skin.

“Ain’t never let anyone in like this, baby.”

“You got me real bad, you know that? Whipped.”

[serialkilluh1996]

☆The star's rabbit☆

Writer-Billy Loomis x actress- @yourgraveisnothere

Warnings➛: Nothing in particular. It's pretty appropriate besides a few mentions of death and murder/Written in third person

Author's note: this is specifically written for the tagged blogger above, but feel free to read it anyway. This is only a bit of a drabble as I'm having a slight break down. That being said, this may go somewhere further with a part two depending on what my mental state does.

"This script is fucking ridiculous." Ray slams the stack of paper on the coffee table, folding her arms and leaning back into the rolling office chair, sassily letting it spin the other way.

"Ray, darlin', you CANNOT keep throwin' hissy fits every time ya see somethin' in the writing you don't like," her manager, Keith, explains, scratching his goatee as he speaks in a flamboyant Australian accent.

"Well, I can't necessarily focus if he keeps rewriting it." She rolls her eyes. "Listen, honey, you are an ACT-O-RESS. You don't write. You act. Miller makes the characters, you just play them." "Keith, they don't care about Miller or his stupid movies. His last good film was 'WEREWOLF', and he didn't even put in the effort to give it a meaningful name. The only reason people even watch the shit he makes is to see ME." She spins back around, her brown-eyed gaze locking onto Keith.

"Let's just be honest. The people don't want Miller. They want me. My face is on all of the movie cases. I'm the one that brings in all the cash in this establishment, and I expect to be treated as such." She pouts, prompting Keith to release an exaggerated sigh of annoyance.

Every day, he asked himself how much more of her bullshit he could take, and everyday, he took more.

"What. What do you want." He throws his hand up, the question coming out flat like old soda. "I want Miller to use at least a penny of his brain and think of something a little more creative. My brain cannot handle another thousand rewrites before he settles on the same stupid damsel story. Why do I always have to play some needlessly ignorant stuck up bitch who spends half the movie screaming?"

"Ray, you know the gimmick. They're not going to give someone with a face like yours a meaningful story or personality." "That's because people keep letting all these old and disgusting perverts become successful writers." Ray takes another spin in her chair, giving Keith attitude he was already too irritated to deal with.

"On the contrary, Ray. I'm a very desirable and young pervert." Both Ray and Keith turn towards the direction of the shady voice, eyes landing on the beholder standing in the doorway of the lounge. He was definitely desirable. There was something mysterious about him.

He looked about 6'0" with dark eagle eyes complimented by his sharp brows. He had thin, perfectly shaped lips, almost like a doll, hiding a set of killer teeth that could ruin self esteem with even the laziest smile.

He looks like the type of guy your parents tell you to avoid, but you don't because you're simply too drawn in by his crow-like beauty to do so.

"Ah, Forgive me for my vulgar behavior. I'm William Loomis, Co-director and writer. But, please, call me Billy." He circles in on them, hands behind his back as he stares Ray down with his manic, sleepy eyes like a vulture. They look big, almost excited, if not for the dark edges underneath that gave him an eerie glare.

Without breaking eye contact, he smirks, letting that smirk turn into a devilish grin as his eyebrows raised. He leans in on her.

"You must be Ray. I've seen your movies before. Astonishing, really." He reaches out to shake her hand, in which she squints and complies, giving him her freshly manicured hand as a sign of low hostility, even though her heart was beating out of her chest.

"And your hands. They're remarkable." He compliments, to which she snatches her hand away.

"So, you're also responsible for this stupid fifth rewrite of 'STAB'? How the hell are we gonna get this damn movie out there if a group of idiots can't even finish writing it?" She yammers, now visibly maddened by the mere sight of his handsome face. Now Ray was finally face to face with one of her tormentors.

"Fifth rewrite? What? You still think we're doing that mess of a movie?" He yanks the 'STAB' script of the table, carefully ripping it to shreds in front of them, Keith looking absolutely leveled by this new turn of events.

"The fuck are you doing?" Keith asks with audible frustration. " 'STAB' is out of the picture. It was a trash movie and now it's finally going where it belongs?" Billy throws it in the garbage bin.

"After a bit of persuasion, Miller has decided to let me take matters into my own hands. We're making a new movie," Billy leans in uncomfortably close to Ray, his eyes bouncing between her and Keith. "A better movie." He chuckles, pulling back.

Ray and Keith shoot each other a look, both undeniably confused by everything.

"You're sick and tired of being the same basic ass damsel in distress. Sick of being the frightened little girl they make you pretend you are. Don't you want change, Ray? Don't you want... a twist?" He gestures with his hands, knuckles clenching with excitement, Ray raising an eyebrow at the question.

"What if, for once, you get to fight? You're a strong woman, arent you? Playing in all these movies can only make you crave a certain... violence. You start to imagine yourself in the eyes of your attacker." He walks behind her chair, tucking her black and blonde split hair behind her ear before grabbing a handful.

"You see, when you imagine this...you see yourself when you're in your attackers eyes...." he lets go of her hair, crouching down," You imagine what all these fake killers see when they chase you....." He pokes her nose. "A rabbit. A fast bunny with a cute face and quick feet.... You see the appeal. You want to feel what they feel. You want a bunny to chase, don't you? You're sick of being the prey." He pulls out a hunting knife, placing it in her hand before pressing her knuckles down to ensure she gripped it.

"You want to be a predator....don't you, Ray?" Billy asked, looking Ray dead in the eyes as he holds dearly onto her hands, making sure she can't reject the weapon that was quite obviously not one of the props. Her face heats, eyes struggling to focus on his.

Keith looks between them, standing up in a ready stance to break up anything that happens.

"That's enough." Keith says firmly. "No, no. It's fine, Keith. Tell me more about the rabbit. About my rabbit. " Ray is enamored by the look of chaos in his eyes. She knows simply by his anxious glare that shes in for some wild ideas. He gives a hearty chuckle, flashing her with his perfect set of ivory chompers.

"Let me tell you about a woman by the name of Sidney Prescott."

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[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Capt. Syverson- Chapter Three: Therapeutic Activity

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Tensions reach a boiling point during treatment one evening, Shane goes to her own veteran for advice, and takes the first step toward happiness…hoping beyond hope that everything doesn’t blow up in her face.

Masterlist with links to all parts HERE!

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None, yet… ;) But maybe I should be putting language warnings in here…there are some bad words. And not to spoil but…there might be a bit of kissing in this one…

Author’s Note: Guys, I cannot stress to you enough how much I am enjoying telling this story. My goodness. To sort of combine my passions of writing and Henry with something I know so well like therapy (I’m a secretary like Heather, not a therapist), it really just makes me happy. The next chapter is already done, also, it was initially part of this chapter, but it felt too long, so I’ll be posting it separately later. I know, I’m a tease. Have Henry spank me. Lol.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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"This sounds…kinda dumb…" Sy expressed his thoughts on today's warm up with Shane.

"Oh, trust me, it looks even dumber than it sounds. But it works. And it's easier on your knees than doing it the right way. You ready?" he looked at the treadmill, inclined at 3% grade as if it was Everest itself, and looked back at her. "I'll start slow." she raised her eyebrows at him.

"You know just what to say to a girl." he teased as he stepped up, still gingerly, even after eight weeks of therapy. Crutches mercifully jettisoned two weeks ago. He was on his way to being his fighting fit self. With a foot on either track beside the belt, but facing away from the control panel, he waited for her to press start. He took a breath and nodded.

"Test the belt with your bad foot first, and then when you're ready, step down with it. Remember what I've told you about which foot should lead when ascending and descending stairs or hills?"

"Good go to Heaven, Bad go to Hell. So I go up with the good leg and go down with the bad leg."

"A+ student. Okay, when you're ready…any time…Sy, this is an hour session…I have to kick you out in 55 minutes…chop chop." she cajoled him, but he wasn't budging.

"It feels…weird going this way, Shane." If she had been a less kind person, she would have called it whining…she called it nothing, instead.

"I know. Do you need to walk backwards around the clinic a little more to get you used to that sensation?"

"Hell yeah. If that means you're gonna spot me like you did before…felt kinda like dancin'." it was a perfectly legitimate and above-board treatment strategy. They stood back to back, Shane guiding Sy as he practiced walking backward and pushing off with the extensor muscle group, which had been weak. Sy had suggested holding hands, but Shane had compromised with the idea to link arms. Not that she wasn't dying to hold his hand…she was. But that had not been the time. The time was still weeks away. At least.

"I was thinking I'd have you try it with Jordan. He's got a free hour right now. And I can assess your technique. How does that sound, Twinkle Toed Romeo?" Immediately he placed a tentative foot down onto the slow moving belt trying to adjust to the odd sensation of walking up a hill backward.

"Ah, so I now know that all I have to do to get you to do something silly is threaten you with Jordan. Filing that away for a rainy day."

"Come on, you're breakin' my heart, sunshine."

"Aww, don't be ridiculous. I've seen therapists do way more embarrassing things to their patients in the name of treatment."

"Tell me!"

"Sorry, but it's classified information. Protected under the Health Insurance Privacy and Portability Act. I could literally get fired for telling you, and there are way cooler things to get fired for!" She'd always said it. And she meant it. She didn't fool around when it came to HIPPA, and there was no way she was gonna lose her job over a stupid slip like that.

"Any examples of things you'd rather get fired for?"

She thought for a few minutes. She used to have a list.

"Hmm, telling off my bitch of a boss," he looked shocked at her use of a bad language word, which he'd never heard from her. She nodded. "Telling off an asshole patient," sleeping with a patient…

"What about sleeping with a patient?" It was late in the day, the only person still there was Heather in the office, and a few therapists still documenting. Nobody in the gym to hear him echo the thoughts in her head. As if he could read them as clearly as a page in a book. Large print. She looked at him in shock.

"Sorry. That was over the line."

"It was…but…"

"But?"

"But…it would not be the least cool reason to get fired."

"It wouldn't?" she shook her head, reluctantly.

"Especially if the patient was…amazing, and kind, and…fucking gorgeous…"

"Young lady, that language today, I have never!" he exclaimed clutching at his broad and beautiful chest.

"I know, but, Sy…this is all hypothetical, and theoretical, and IF I was GOING to get fired how would I CHOOSE for it to happen and WHAT policy I would go against. People don't just CHOOSE to be fired, you know?" she was nervous and rambling.

"You know what people also don't choose? Who they care about, and have feelin's for. Who they--"

"Don't finish that sentence, Sy." She couldn't hear him say the word he was going to say. She couldn't let him start that. Not when there was too much complicating their situation.

She walked off to her treatment room, needing some space.  Some time.

She didn't get that space or time. Sy hobbled in behind her, looking like a man on a mission. And she knew from his war stories that his missions tended to be successful…even the one that got him his walking papers wasn't a total loss.

"Sy, you still had like, five minutes on the tr--"

His big hands found the sweet spot where her neck met her skull. He took a big breath and closed the distance between them, his lips landing light as feathers on hers, her soft skin welcoming the roughness of his beard, though everything else about the kiss was terribly gentle. Almost chaste. Even his beard wasn't so rough that she worried about beard burn…she'd be filing that away for later, as well. Against her willpower and better judgement but in full cooperation with her desires and instincts she began kissing him back, daring to deepen it by opening their mouths a bit, and sliding her hands up the back of his red tee that sported a black skull. All of his shirts were entirely too tight, but you'd never catch her complaining. Even after several months away from active duty and really, most activity at all, his body was still so solid and powerful.

"Ain't that a daisy…Fuck, I've wanted to do that since my first appointment." he chuckled, lightly.

"Sy…"

"Don't. Don't try to argue or tell me you don't feel it. This energy between us. I've seen it in your eyes, Shane. I've felt it when you touch me. It ain't nothin, sunshine. It's a whole lotta somethin'."

"I know, but I need this job. And I WANT this job. Being a therapist is the only thing I've ever wanted to do. Helping people. People like you. Getting them better. It's what I was meant to do. And there's no place like this in the area for me to treat such a diverse clientele and build my skill set. It's not without it's problems, but it's where I'm meant to be."

"I get that. And you should do what you were called to do. You're too good at this not to do it. But Shane, isn't it worth pushing back on some policy if it could mean you get to have some personal happiness, too?"

"I'm worried they'll make me choose." Actually, it was more than that. She was worried about which choice she'd make. Giving up a ten-year career with excellent benefits despite its pitfalls, or giving up someone she could hardly stop thinking about, who made her heart pound when he smiled, and who was rapidly shaping up to be someone she could see herself sharing a life with…making either choice terrified her for very different reasons.

"You shouldn't have to choose. Any boss who'd make you deny yourself what we could have just because of some ridiculous policy…well, they ain't worth the gas that brought 'em to work today. Y'understand me?"

She nodded, smirking at his idiom, "You don't know my boss."

"Well, maybe I oughta GET to know her, if it's like that. I have a way of throwin' my weight around, case ya hadn't noticed." he shot her a smug grin.

"Ya don't say?" she retorted, brimming with sarcasm, literally still wrapped in the evidence of said weight in the form of his muscular arms, warm and thick, encircling her. Even though she felt like her life was up in the air, she had never felt more safe. "I'll try to have a chat with her about it this week. Our schedules rarely align, and usually that's how I like it, but I'll try to move some things around if nothing naturally falls into place."

"I'll be happy to lend my voice or even come talk to her, if need be." he offered, ever the gentleman.

"I appreciate that, Sy, truly. But I think it would be best not to involve you unless it becomes absolutely necessary. We have several more treatments to get through today, though. You didn't finish on the tread mill, do you think you're warmed up enough?"

"Oh, darlin', I'm plenty warm." he grinned down at her sliding a hand down her side.

"Shit, am I gonna have to start being extra careful with what I say to you until this gets sorted?"

"I really doubt it'll matter, Shane. Ain't much you can say I can't make dirty." she could tell by the satisfaction on his face that this was a point of pride for him.

"Lay down and shut up."

"Yes, MA'AM!" he complied with a little too much enthusiasm. She didn't know whether to roll her eyes with amusement or grow increasingly feral…apparently there was room for both as long as she didn't act on the latter. Yet.

~~~~~~~~

She dismissed Sy for the day, instructing him to behave himself until she gave him the all clear, and even then, if she got the green light to see him outside of therapy, sessions would still be about getting him stronger, and not flirting. Or at least mostly. They settled on a 90/10 ratio by the end. She was a weak woman.

She went into the office where one of the senior therapists, Anita, was still charting and snacking on some pretzels.

"How was your day, Nita?" she asked affectionately. Anita had been her mentor since she started with the clinic over ten years ago, and was now part time, flexing toward retirement. She'd miss her.

"Oh, long, Miss Shane. As they tend to be more and more these days. What about yours?"

"Ah…just…nothin'." she shouldn't go into it all until she talked to Susan, their boss.

"Mmm, that's no nothing nothin', that's a something nothin'. Come on, kiddo. Spill." she offered Shane one of her pretzels and kicked out the chair next to her. Again, she was a weak woman. She took a pretzel, sat, and chewed it for a moment, collecting her words.

"What do you think about…starting relationships with patients?" she searched her reaction for any snap judgement or emotion, but only a narrowing of her eyes occurred.

"Is this about that Captain Sexypants who just left?"

"I'm going to kill Heather. I'm not the one who came up with that nickname and I'm not the one who started the whole having feelings conversation. I was going to be miserable until he was discharged, at least."

"Why would you need to make yourself miserable, Shane?"

"Because the policy. About dating patients."

"Technically the policy only says you shouldn't treat family/close friends if you feel you wouldn't be able to maintain objectivity or would be uncomfortable yourself. But that you should disclose any relationship to your supervisor for review."

"See, what's Susan gonna say?"

"Who cares? The policy is the law. And the board of directors governs the policy. Not her. Tell her in an email if you can't work out a time to talk to her before you see him next. Hell, I sent my boss a memo back when I started dating Ron. And look at us now! 20 years strong."

"No way!?" Shane was flabbergasted. She had never known that Anita's husband Ron had once been her patient.

"Oh yes. I wasn't long out of PT school, my first husband had passed away and I needed an income, so I got my PT license and about a year into working here, Ron got put on my schedule. I knew from the eval, he was meant for me. So I typed up a memo, sent it to Morton, our boss at the time, and told Ron I was free on Friday after work."

"Sy just…I don't know, we have this…connection…a spark. I've never felt it with anyone else."

"Are you concerned that seeing him socially would affect how you treat him here?"

"I'm more worried keeping my feelings for him bottled up while I treat him will get so distracting I'll become less effective."

"Well, then, if you get any push back, tell Susan that." Anita said. "Just be forthright. Honest. And speak with integrity. She'll have no cause to refute it, then. And send it tonight."

"Okay. Thanks Anita. You're the best."

~~~~~~~~~

Shane spent too long, probably an hour, at least, drafting her email to Susan. It read:

To: Susan DeForrest

From: Shane Benton

Subject: Re: Treatment Policy

Susan,

I wanted to bring to your attention a situation that has presented itself with one of my patients. I have been treating him almost exclusively for several weeks now, apart from my week on PTO, and he has progressed to both of our satisfaction as well as the ordering physician. However, we have come to be quite friendly and he has expressed great interest in seeing me outside of therapy. This is something that I too would like to engage in, and I plan to accept the next time I speak with him.

From my understanding of the policy, the only thing that would prevent me from treating him as a social acquaintance would be my own comfort level and ability to remain objective. I have every confidence that my objectivity regarding his case will remain intact. I am also completely comfortable with it, and if that changes, I will transfer him to another therapist. Furthermore, I have no doubts that I will be able to maintain the highest level of professionalism throughout our treatments.

Thank you, and if you feel we need to discuss any of this further, please let me know.

~Shane Benton, DPT

And send…whew. She needed a big glass of wine tonight.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Up Next: Chapter Four- E-Stim

[marlaluster]

emptying clipboard

I'm not posting here to get the nigger lynch thirst response of the sick society. It's too okay to seek it's quenching here w the masses to be so not outraged w things being so less than. I don't know what this means. Mum is the word for things to be as they are, mum on that things like the devil exist. #tooclicheohmygod! I didn't mean to share that last post, i meant to share a link n then I had some attention suspended somehow. I gets much haters out dis bitch, i mean discussion group n really beyond in Facebook land n then beyond that, too for talkin' bout the devil. #hatersbelurkin I don't know what to do. #cliche -- the devil auto changed my tag there w cliche to "clichemaybe," which isn't what I meant n I don't remember what it was. But what else is losing to do. Oh mah gahd, gahd. But I was trying to share a link. I'll share it as a comment. But this is so cliche. Bullies n ish. Haters be lurkin. Haters gone hate. "No it's not haters really, but--," the devil said. I'm supposed to be such the loser, this is such a character to cast n what life is so about is someone to be less than to the in crowd. Abd people so get this, theyre so classy for this? This is so psycho. Artists n people having a piece on what life is n its so very just something people can flock to n thirst for is this meaning n here this crap society is throwin up the bounty on this, making it rain in that there's someone that has to be the loser n this is something to offer on what life is. This party hard cliche weekend or whatever this buffet is Thats supposed to be so cool to find the loser, i hope it is to be just worn out n just overspend at some point soon. Just be done already this brilliant eureka thing that some or someone is to be the loser. But I was gonna share a link. I'll share it in the comments. But it is a cliche: haters. But it's here. #Thatthirst. Equality would help get rid of the thing. #thirsty But the devil is hard fighting w me again on posting a link to the discussion group -- "Aren't they dumb as fuck? Do, we --," the devil said n stating to laughing. So brilliant, this sick as fuck shit. Oh my god. It's to be hard to figure out how dumb as fuck n sick as fuck it is w such brilliant assertion, hell -- got distracted here. But hell for people is to make so much sense aside from the sense they come up w themselves, that's supposed to be crazy because it's so brilliant n unquestionable that people are to be less than as themselves!!!!! This thing is so hard bent on this n so affordable n available n of no consequence is hell for people as okay for their lives to be this! Something obsessed w them, this isn't any consequence. The devil forcing some senses I'm supposed to be less than for the reason it said that I was posting in the group n how incongruent it is since everyone is dumb as fuck is what it's asserting I'm saying n how it doesn't make sense! It's laughing as I'm writing this because this is to make sense, things other than a person's own conclusions n figurings themselves! This theory divorced of actual human experience that actually thought it or came up w it. "I'm not sure what to do because I'm not sure what this was because I was doing tat," the devil said. It just goes gung ho on how this is to make so much sense. It keeps forcing it as i refer to a thought of the group. Then it making my neck hurt. "You were tempered tampering but I was doing it," the devil said, it was trying put f Ethan that it was to be quoting saying "you were thinking it." "Weren't you thinking that because I have to stop w things where people don't come up w it," the devil said. It's hurting my neck n making my head feel like it has a losed feeling. It's to be forcing s sense that I'm writing this n nobody cares. It's so much focus n emphasis on things other than people's functioning n the meaning of people's functioning n this is to so brilliant n winning n definitive here as the truth, that w this species something other than their own functioning is to be so brilliant because there's is so meaningless n pointless n worthless n do easy to replace w that of the society or really the devil n this is so much better. But people do do things or would do things to end the world is they are able to, if they have access to, if they are here. But the devil is hard fighting w me again on posting a link to the discussion group, ie blocking it from posting n then it messed up a tag in another post i was writing. -- "Aren't they dumb as fuck? Do, we --," the devil said n stating to laughing. So brilliant, this sick as fuck shit. Oh my god. It's to be hard to figure out how dumb as fuck n sick as fuck it is w such brilliant assertion, hell -- got distracted here. But hell for people is to make so much sense aside from the sense they come up w themselves, which is that it's bad, that's supposed to be crazy because it's so brilliant n unquestionable that people are to be less than as themselves!!!!! This thing is so hard bent on this, n so affordable n available n of no consequence is hell for people as okay for their lives to be this! Something obsessed w them, this isn't any consequence. The devil forcing some senses I'm supposed to be less than for the reason it said that I was posting in the group n how incongruent it is since everyone is dumb as fuck is what it's asserting I'm saying n how it doesn't make sense! It's laughing as I'm writing this because this is to make sense, things other than a person's own conclusions n figurings themselves! This theory divorced of actual human experience that actually thought it or comes up w it. "I'm not sure what to do because I'm not sure what this was because I was doing that," the devil said. It just goes gung ho on how this is to make so much sense. It keeps forcing it as i refer to a thought of the group. Then it's making my neck hurt. "You were tempered [temper, auto changed by the devil to tempered] tampering but I was doing it," the devil said, it was trying put f Ethan [put forth, auto changed by the devil to "put f Ethan"] that it was to be quoting saying "you were thinking it." "Weren't you thinking that because I have to stop w things where people don't come up w it," the devil said. It's hurting my neck n making my head feel like it has a losed [loose, i intended to put, the devil probably changed it somehow] feeling. It's to be forcing a sense that I'm writing this n nobody cares. It's so much focus n emphasis on things other than people's functioning n the meaning of people's functioning n this is to be so brilliant n winning n definitive here as the truth, that w this species, something other than their own functioning is to be so brilliant because their's is so meaningless n pointless n worthless n so easy to replace w that of the society or really the devil n this is so much better. But people do do things or would do things to end the world is they are able to, if they have access to, if they are here. They look golden. "They're supposed to be not edible cuz they're not really here. Don't put that," the devil said or seemed to say. Haters be lurking to try to get a piece a me! #hatersbelurking #theycantstoptheyself #icanttakethis! #ohmygod! #theycantfademe #tryingtogetatatopdogg #theysobeneathme https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=320600488364434&id=100012434566027&_rdr Snells, you gone eat dat, T-Money? You ain't eating right? It's not really the place where people can have what they won. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=320600488364434&id=100012434566027&_rdr #hatersgonehate Go suck a sewage outlet n stop talking to me. Haters need to get out my face bitch ass nigga! https://m.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10154919694316636&id=724026635&set=a.397102206635.178688.724026635&source=48&ref=m_notif&notif_t=photo_reply Awe. So many times people are not who they're painted to be. #theageofthebully There is a country that is really the bully in the lunch room n it's been having a run that it has not been fitting for. #timeforbulliestonotbeokay #alwayslookingforabadguy https://m.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10154919694316636&id=724026635&set=a.397102206635.178688.724026635&source=48&ref=m_notif&notif_t=photo_reply https://scontent.fztf1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/fr/cp0/e15/q65/19366301_10154919694316636_2869569341646255844_n.jpg?efg=eyJpIjoidCJ9&oh=ffa6fcbda0572db93c9a420c3d2308f2&oe=59D28BEA My comment on this. .... Awe. So many times people are not who they're painted to be. #theageofthebully There is a country that is really the bully in the lunch room n it's been having a run that it has not been fitting for. #timeforbulliestonotbeokay #alwayslookingforabadguy --- end comment ------ The devil wouldn't let me post a link for this picture here, the link that is just the picture, it keeps breaking the thing where you can post a link so i downloaded the picture. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=319988401758976&id=100012434566027 "I have to do it not but as you are doing it you are telling things i cannot tell," the devil said something like this, it took the words n i was distracted because it was doing a sense of something going in my butt hole. But it keeps making the post I was trying to post get the error message. Here's the message. .... 1 The page you requested cannot be displayed right now. It may be temporarily unavailable, the link you clicked on may be broken or expired, or you may not have permission to view this page. Back to previous page --- end error message ---- I'll post the text of the post of the post following without the link n post the link as a comment on this post. .... Here's the post the devil made the error message come up for after i posted it. I updated the text since the time I tried to post it moments ago n it didn't post to finish a sentence I was writing at one point when the devil dropped the type pad. Following here is the text of the post I tried posting moments ago n it got the error message. .... My comments on this post at this link. (The devil has been altering this person's posts, the nature of his posts. "I did. I need to be further hidden, right. That was why," the devil said, it had tried yo change it's words in my mind from "that was why" to "that is why.") The devil keeps dropping the type pad n keeping it down again n again. It's been three times for this post n it just moved the cursor n it dropped the type pad additionally n then I tried to post this n it got an error message. (****Update: on another note, i noticed some things expressed seemed unclear n the devil did say it added the word "not" in a place n it did appear it did that as i read over it, it said it did n it said it also removed a sentence from one place, or something written, I'm not so certain of that it did that, sometimes it lies about stuff. "I did change some things. I'm not allowed to do that but that person can't be messed, Graham," the devil said.) ..... So blacks n sexuality are the devil, not what actually ails people once again, not to mention been there, done that villanizing the negro n his nigger loving friends. Come on, Graham. Conspiracy has some appeal even in these items youve presented here but im not really so easily flooded w cliches here, am i? Tried n old news, n if its such a conspiracy that people wouldnt uncover or rather already see this expressed or revealed prominently on the surface why are these figures n natures of the so called or seeming hidden enemy already the culprit tagged n outed already by the popular media outlets n self righteous commentary n preaching of the day? Revealing clothes, booty dancing? Guess what? Heard it all before. I can't [can, auto changed by the devil to can't -- "...I did that for a reason," the devil said in my mind.] tell you someone's name who already villainized these items that could fall with in this this way I detailed, ie booty dancing n revealing clothing. It was very disturbing when the person was complaining. This seems quite apparent it would be the real devil worshipping: Villainizing people for being free, for being who isn't painting themselves as the villain according to popular norms of the day, or seeming religious conservatism. [*** the devil said it removed something here in this spot, but im not sure.] It would be already exposed. Part of the interesting thing about conspiracy is it'd be a surprise. No real surprise here considering a quick remembrance of popular culture n standards of succeeding here in devil world: blacks, black culture, revealing clothing [are not considered like part of standard success -- *I added this at the time of the aforementioned update*]. I have some more satisfying ideas of what is illuminati referring to, what really ails people. Enslavement n special treatment for some who are to be successful n others not is one main thing. ---------- 1 Replies to your comment on Graham Clifford Watkeys's post. View post Marla Bobarla After reading a few comments, i wish to add that there does appear to be something w big booties, I'll see if i can get some information on that from people in my mind. I am aware of those people as people who would not (*** the devil added the word "not" just preceding here ***) be or seem rather like people 7 hours ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla .... who would try to make things okay for others by acting as if it's okay to be who is acting unfettered something [so, auto changed by the devil to something] much by social convention. Kim Kardashian, Amber Rose n Nikki Minaj all are who do things to act less than, ie as if people are who can't really lose to be at an extreme or situation considered to be not acceptable, but the people are characterized as who are not okay for doing this according to this theory here in the comments above, which is more conservative n stereotypical w what is okay or standard opinion of the culture/society. I had to type this portion in text messages because the devil forced my type pad on the phone to drop n not come up on Facebook. It does that a lot if it is trying to stop me from writing something that is ending the world. 7 hours ago · Edited · LikeMore Alyson Donahue I have a booty. When I was growing up, I was like the piece of ass, that guys tried to get, but I wasn't considered date able. I know that my family is an MK Ultra Target. I know that I was Monarch programmed. I was vilified for my natural body & it has created body issues within me since I can remember. Suddenly, somewhere a few years ago, suddenly, I had the ideal body type. I'm built like a Kardashian, without the plastic surgery help. I basically cover up my "ass"ets, because it makes me uncomfortable to be cat called & gawked at. I'm not really for sure what happened in society, but there was a clear switch in how I was treated in life. I believe, their rituals just increased in power. To be honest. On one hand, I believe we should celebrate the human body, in whatever state they exist. On the other hand, I completely understand why some cultures cover up. I'm always striving for balance, but loads of women & men & children being Monarch programmed right now. Maybe going through it myself, before the masses, helps me to recognize what they do. Studying rituals, helps me understand as well. They're all just mind tricks on everyone. 11 minutes ago · LikeMore Marla Bobarla The devil put a fake comment for you here. Just now · LikeMore Write a reply... Reply ------- [Web address removed because post wasn't posting] I had some interesting thoughts on this at one point, i don't remember what they were. It was a picture like this I saw of a globe that was to be a chess board. It was some time ago I saw it. "It just means people aren't really able to be this here: over n still going," it occurred Randy said in my mind. "We're likely flat or not in a piece we can't get to ...," someone said something like this, the devil messed up the words in my mind of what the person said.

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

spit in the all-seeing eye

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by summoner_yuna_of_besaid

“We know what you’re doin’. Fighting Sauron, taking his armies. Doing a pretty good job of it too. Still say you’re fucked and so are the rest of the idiots with ya… But looks like we’re throwin’ our lot in, too. We’re gonna go out either way, yah? Might as well fuck up that one-eyed bastard’s shit before we go."

Before he even knew it, Talion had an army.

(In which the orcs join Talion of their own free will; set in Shadow of Mordor.)

Words: 4887, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of in the shadows

Fandoms: Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor (Video Game), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Talion (Shadow of Mordor), Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Orc(s), Original Orc Character(s)

Relationships: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Talion (Shadow of Mordor), Celebrimbor | Telperinquar/Talion (Shadow of Mordor)

Additional Tags: The Relationships aren't as prominent in this part, Orcs Are People

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2AzKimP