#gansta look

[lfcgirl23]

Can somebody translate what that Roma fan said to Mo? 🤔

[sillycyan]

my brain is scrambling help

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[risestarkiss]

✨The Fashionista✨

Rise Ramblings #234

While watching “The Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle,” I noticed something.

I found it interesting that Raph, Mikey, and Leo were content with Raph’s outfit choice until Donnie stated that he wasn’t “in love with it, ya’ know.”

Suddenly, Raph declares “I’m a disaster!” Albeit ridiculously endearing, it was a little strange to see his sudden shift from moderately content to absolute dissatisfaction. Huh…

Then, the disaster twins decide to help him out.

Take a note of their outfit choices.

Raph tries on all of these fits and more.

Donnie’s first choice is a mild “no.” Leo’s choice is a hard “NO.” (Not surprising, lol.) But then, the overwhelming consensus lands on Raph’s fourth outfit, which ended up being Donatello’s other pick for his brother.

So, in summary, Raph tried on his personal choice for an outfit, of which they rejected. Then, ultimately, Donatello picked out an outfit for his brother, and that pick ended up being perfect. Hmm…

Then I noticed something else. In this episode, we never get a Donnie “curtain reveal” moment, to our disdain. I mean, Raph, Leo, and Mikey got to try on several different outfits in order to get their brothers' opinions before landing on that “perfect outfit, you know the one.” All of his brothers got to shine. Why not DonTron?

Then it hit me.

The try-ons were to get their brothers' opinions and approval. And, for his brothers' choices, he was a major contributor in assisting them in pulling their looks together.

What if, bear with me, Donnie didn’t need the "curtain scene" because he was so confident in his fashion sense that he didn’t need to ask his brothers for help to pick out a great look.

…or they figured out how to break Hypno’s spell before he could get a “curtain reveal.” BUT STILL-

Look at his outfit choices in this episode. Some of his wardrobe changes were off-screen, but all of them were fire.

(I added the baseball cap pic because it makes me happy. I wish we'd seen more of that fit.)

To me, he makes some really smart choices for himself, pushing the envelope of what is expected and taking chances: an open collar with no tie for a “black tie” event, a beanie and spiked wristbands for their “gansta look,” no socks with loafers (a viral fashion trend that actually began in Africa) with old man slacks in his reclined pose. *muah* Chef’s kiss!

But Don’s fashion sense doesn’t just shine in this episode.

In “Reparin’ the Baron” the boys go to Draxum’s apartment. Leo and Donnie show up in some extra nice “Sunday Dinner” twin drip.

The gold is in the details. Everything Leo is wearing, Donnie rocks its compliment: for Leo’s round collar, Donnie’s is angled, for Leo’s blue shirt, Donnie’s is white, For Leo’s light slacks, Donnie’s are dark. Blah blah blah. It’s so good!

Look at the winter fit in Snow Day.

Again, Donnie is Leo’s perfect compliment. As a pair? Fire.

Donnie has “the eye.” I can go on and on with examples, but I’ve said all of that to say this…

In the future, we see that Donatello’s technology had major pull in the resistance. He had drone ships patrolling the skies. He built and designed Leo’s arm, Casey’s chainsaw-hockey stick, and Casey's mask. The list goes on…

But, when Donatello from the past see’s Casey’s clothing from the future, he says this:

We know about the “Genius Built” brand. We’ve seen that logo on all of his tech up to this point. But, here he didn’t just say “Genius Built.” He said, “Genius Built Apparel.”

“Apparel” is not a tech brand. “Apparel” is a fashion brand. Of course, tech is incorporated into the clothing, but still.

This means that past Donatello secured this trademark with plans of creating a fashion brand, comparable to the likes of Gucci, Ralph Lauren, or any other modern clothing brand, as a subsidiary of “Genius Built,” the tech company.

And why not? The evidence has been in front of us this entire time. He has a sharp eye for style, fashion, and trends. It is easily canon that he can sew. Splinter sewed their ninja garbs in “Insane in the Mama Train,” and there is a sewing machine in the house.

They already learned Ninjutsu through basically osmosis, so learning to sew is not too far-fetched.

And here it is, right in front of us, Casey’s entire ensemble, from mask, to weapons, to clothing, was made by Donatello in the middle of the apocalypse under the brand name “Genius Built Apparel.”

And that was just in the bad future. Resources were limited, they didn’t have access to much of anything in that broken world as they were survivors of a devastating Krang invasion. Yet, he created all of this.

However, now that they’ve changed the future, his future as a fashion designer is limitless. Think of what Donatello could produce with unlimited resources, unlimited technology, and unlimited creative freedom.

Tech genius. Clothing designer. Fashionista. Future Genius Built Apparel Owner and CEO. I’m sorry, but I have to call it...

Donatello Hamato of the present, of the bad future, and of the good future is a fashion icon, the likes of which the world has never seen. ○○○○

Update: I've decided to make this concept into a mini-comic series!

[xoxotaylynn]

gangster kind of lover

warnings: dom!chris, sub!reader, drugdealer!chris, druguser!reader, y/n, abusive!chris, oral sex, unprotected sex, let names

summary- a look into y/n's and Chris's relationship and how his actions affect her life and her drug addiction

i need a gansta to love me better

since i was a little girl i’ve always wanted a disney prince boy, as i got older i learned those boys will only fuck you over and gangsters will love you better.

to always forgive me

a gangster boyfriend will always forgive you with some sex.

ride or die with me

a gangster boyfriend would kill for you.

that’s just what gangsters do after all

i’m fucked up, i’m black and blue

i’m getting ready to go out clubbing with a few girlfriends i’m applying some make up on my bruises that my boyfriend? left i don’t know what we are. i want to be his girlfriend but he “doesn’t commit” little does he know i’m built for it, all the abuse

i’ve got secrets that nobody knows

“omg girl what’s on you’re leg that’s a nasty bruise!!” my friend halle says worried

“oh nothing i just ran into a table REALLY hard and hurt myself it’s fine tho!” i lie i tried to cover that up but my lower body ones are harder to cover.

i’m good on that pussy shit

“nah give me the hard stuff weed is for pussys bitch” i laugh as my hookup is making a line for me currently

i don’t want what i can get

“hey girl you look good tonight” this random dude flirts

“yea no thanks i’m alright” i laugh

“girl you need to get out there stop rejecting guys and live a little

“trust me girl i’m getting out there and living a lot!!” i laugh

“i’ll believe it when i see it!” she laughs

“okay girlll”

i want someone with secrets

“we gotta hurry up my friends don’t know we’re together” my hookup says while sucking in my neck

“do they also know that you sell drugs?” i breathe out

“someone’s got an attitude tonight but no they don’t and they won’t find out” he demands the last part

“are you tryna seduce me even more?” i laugh “next thing i know you’re gonna tell me to call you daddy” i’m PANTING at this point

my freakness is on the loose

we kissing as we walk into his bedroom and he shuts to door with his foot as he leads me to bed, he lays me on the bed and he doesn’t waste any time he strips me if my clothes

“hurry up and fuck me chris” i complain as i throw my head back

“be patient or you won’t cum” he taunts

“yes sir” i smirk

he grabs my jaw and makes me look at him “ill fuck this little attitude right out of you don’t even”

“fine next time i’ll call you daddy” i bite my lower lip and smile

“keep the fucking attitude up and we won’t fuck” he warns

“fine” i huff and he starts kissing down my stomach and to my uncovered pussy.

he starts to pepe’s kisses all over my sensitive cunt and i start to moan already “of fuck chris please give me more”

“patient sweetheart” he says sending vibrations up my pussy. he starts to eat me out and i’m a moaning mess the second he starts i know this is gonna go to his ego

“oh mother fucker don’t stop” i moan he adds three fingers no warning and i’m not going to last much longer now “please chris i’m gonna cum!!!” i whine

“whenever you’re ready baby” he says in my cunt but just like that i’m LEAKING with my juices all over his face “mmm taste so good for me” he says as he finishes swallowing

“just fuck me chris please” i beg

“well sense you said please” he teases and takes his pants off

“no condom i’m on the pill i just want you to cum inside of me” i ask

“just this once” he tells me as he grabs my hips, he then slides me over to him and he aligns his dick up to my wet sensitive cunt

he goes in and with no time to adjust he rams into me.

“OH FUCK!” i yell the second he starts fucking me

he’s ramming into me with no cares making me yell his name out, and i hear slight moans from him, i feel my pussy walls tighten around his dick and it’s twitches inside me

“oh fuck chris i’m so close” i moan

“me to baby cum with me” he basically moans

and then on cue we both cum together with our juices mixing inside me. he lets his cock sit inside me for a minute while we catch our breath.

“oh fuck you did so good today angel” he compliments laying beside me now

“thank you! you did good to i don’t think i can walk anymore” i laugh

“good you don’t need to be walking anyways who are you tryna go see with those legs anyways” he always does this

“no one just you but now i can’t get to you” i respond making him mad

“well you won’t be leaving then” he gets up

“wait what that’s not fair i have a life besides fucking you” i argue

“well to fucking bad” he yells

“no! you can’t keep me here” i yell back

“FUCKING WATCH ME” he screams and yanks me off the bed, he throws me onto the floor and then slaps my face leaving a bright red hand mark

“OW WHAT THE FUCK CHRIS” i yell still on the floor holding my cheek

“STOP BEING A FUCKING SLUT AND LISTEN TO ME AND I WOULDNT FUCKING DO THAT” he yells

“get the FUCK away from me” i grab my clothes hurriedly put them on and run out of his house “whatever we have is DONE” i yell outside

you got me hooked up on a feeling

“fuck i have NOTHING” i scold myself. i try to call my new dealer but he won’t answer “fuck it we’re calling chris

“chris can you get my my usual i’m out.” i say over the phone

“i was waiting for this call you know you love my cock to much” he laughs

“go to hell you know that’s not true you’re not even that big i’ve seen bigger and better dicks” i attack him

“ouch that’s not what you said in bed” he argues

“chris just get over here and get me my shit i’ll have money” he deamand

“if you wanna see me so bad just ask but sure i’ll be right over” he grunts

“great” i hang up

5 minutes later he’s knocking at my door

“hi chris come in” i say coldly

“hi ma” he flirts

“chris is told you i’m done with you” i tell him

“then why am i here” he asks

“for DRUGS” i empathize the last word

“you know we’re gonna end up fucking” he says factually

“whatever you have my shit” i ask

“right here” he pulls a baggy out of his jacket pocket

“here’s some money” i say grabbing it off my coffee table in the living room

“no thanks ill give this one to ya” he declines my money

“oh my fucking god just come here” i say annoyed cause he only does this when he wants to fuck and i’ve learned to just suck it up cause he won’t take the money

“that’s a good girl” he praises and i connect our lips and we start making out.

you got me hooked up from the ceiling

“chris come over i’m hornyyyy” i whine over the phone

“i’ll be right there” he groans and i can here him pick up his car keys this makes me smirk

“see you soon” i moan into the phone knowing that will make him hard

“goodbye ma” he hangs up the phone

got me so high, i’m barely breathing

“are you feeling it” chris asks

“hell yea i think i can hold my breath for ever i like don’t end have to breathe right now” i say laughing

“baby breathe please” he softens his tone

“yea okay i will” i say taking a deep breath

i need a gansta to love me better

chris will always love me better than little disney prince boy, my gangster boyfriend will do what we it takes to make sure i’m his no matter what.

[potofstewie]

The Mechanic

The Lowdown: All you wanted was to get your tire fixed on this hot summer day...and maybe a lil something extra to beat the heat. Luckily, your trusty mechanic Haganezuka Hotaru knows just what you need.

The things to know: AFAB!Reader, chubby!Reader, Blackfem!Reader, Teasing, both Reader and Hotaru are in their late twenties, hair pulling (m. receiving), domish!Hotaru, choking, missionary, body worship, fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, overstimulation, attempted murder

Pairing: Mechanic!Haganezuka x Reader

W/C: 4.2K

A/N: This was, a 4-month struggle. Motivation was at an all time low, went on hiatus, reblogs were/still are scarce and I was in the lows. But then I said "you know what, my babies need to eat. I have to do what I have to do to make sure we eat." So I popped my pussy on this because as a mother I make sure my babies are fed their fanfiction. This fic was inspired by the above panel from GANSTA. ANYWAY ENJOY MWUAH

“Hey, Haganezuka!” 

You lifted your gaze towards an annoyed Kanamori who stood in the doorway of the mechanic shop. “It’s 97° right now! I’m leaving for the day so take a break, you hear Haganezuka?! That goes for you too, y/n! Don’t be a stubborn idiot like him!” He nagged before retreating into the air conditioned shop, not caring to wait on a reaction from the two of you. A soft sigh left your glossed lips as you gazed upwards into the cloudless summer sky, the sun harshly beating down upon the earth. All you wanted to do was get your tire changed but alas, Hotaru Haganezuka had other plans.

You had to agree with Kanamori, it was way too hot to be outside. Especially when you’re standing in a shadeless mechanic lot watching the very man that insisted on doing every little thing possible to your car from checking the oil to changing the battery. “Don’t be an idiot, a mechanic must always check these things! Just leave it to me!” Is what he proclaimed, arguing that you should be grateful that he was willing to do so much on the spot. Contemplating Kanamori’s demand, you looked back down at Hotaru, working in a silent frenzy as he changed your battery. 

You couldn’t tell if it was due to the heat or your emotions, but you felt your cheeks burn as you watched him. You didn’t mind admitting it, Hotaru was a bit of a looker; especially now. His long black hair had been tied back in a bun, loose strands sticking out and some on his forehead while his thick sharp-angled eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A black t-shirt rested on the back of his neck leaving his muscled torso exposed to the sweltering heat; the top part of his mechanics jumpsuit tied around his waist. Wiping the sweat off your chest with your tank top, you watched in silent awe as a single trail of sweat ran down his arm; bicep flexing with every crank of the ratchet. 

“Aren’t you gonna go inside?” You asked, watching his glove covered hands work with practiced movements. You stopped yourself from sighing as the image of his fingers rapidly pumping into your sopping pussy entered your mind. Instinctively gripping the bottom of your shorts, you tried to keep yourself in check, pussy squeezing at nothing but disappointing air. For about a year now you’ve had a thing for Hotaru. However, with his stand-off nature and how busy he was, it was a bit difficult to get closer with him on a more personal level. 

A throb rang inside you as you watched Hotaru slowly stand at his full height, leaning back slightly as desired hands held the old battery. “I’m busy. Why don’t you go in?” He wiped a few strands of hair away from his forehead as he set down the battery and picked up the new one, his sharp hazel eyes side-eyeing you from a half-lidded gaze. “It’s not like you’re doing anything. You’re just torturing yourself with this damn heat.” And with his last word, he leaned back into the engine, eyes focusing on the task at hand. 

You wiped your sweat covered palms on your shorts as you looked towards the street. Despite the heat being troublesome, people still walked around, loud music blaring from passing cars. “You know I only came here to get my tire changed. If anything, you’re the one torturing yourself with all this extra stuff.” You retorted, settling your gaze back to the man next to you as you crossed your arms.

“You should be glad I’m doing this at all. For free, no less.” He mumbled, wagging the ratchet in your direction. You played with the hem of your tank top as Hotaru grabbed his shirt and wiped his face, dark eyes fixated on your plush thighs that soaked in the sunlight, giving them a delectable glow. He softly exhaled as he eyed the bit of fat that spilled from your shorts, the fabric being a little tight on your thighs. He’d give anything to touch your thighs, to have them encase his head as he sucked on your sensitive bud and licked at your drenched folds. To feel your thighs wrap around his waist as he pounded into your tight cunt relentlessly.

“Why for free? Not that I’m complaining.” You inquired, desperately hoping to get a full conversation out of the asocial man while snapping him out of his lewd thoughts. If the conversation wasn’t about cars or the neighborhood kid Tanjiro that accidentally destroyed his prized motorcycle that one time, Hotaru would be a clam. With a sigh, he closed the hood before facing you, finally finished with his self assigned work and leaned on the side of the car.

“Think of it as a one time deal, you are a valued customer after all.” He answered plainly, trying his hardest not to watch a sweat drop disappear down your cleavage. You hummed at his answer, curious eyes traveling across the prominent veins in his crossed forearms. You envisioned his work worn fingers encasing your throat, his words almost going out one ear. “However, I wouldn’t mind some dango as payment.” 

“Just..dango?” You stepped closer to him, confidence flowing through your veins. Maybe it was the heat getting to you or the boredom of doing nothing except standing around, you didn’t know exactly what came over you. But you hoped that maybe he too was on the same page. You couldn’t be any more right. With the ghost of a smirk, Hotaru uncrossed his arms and closed the gap between you both, the smell of his cologne wafting into your nose. You felt immense heat rise to your cheeks as he slowly took off a glove, one by one pulling it from his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“You got something better?” One glove off, the other to go. You bit your bottom lip slightly as you nodded, your cherry flavored lip gloss enchanting him. With his pointer finger and thumb loose in his glove, Hotaru scoffed, happy about the new direction the day was taking. “You wanna show me, pretty girl?” With a quick tug, he finally took off his glove and shoved them in his back pocket before quickly pulling you closer, evoking a soft gasp from your lips. As a soft hum rumbled from his chest, his rough hands found refuge on your soft and plump ass; rubbing it in slow, small circles with slight pressure from the base of his palms as if he was a masseuse. 

“But, we’re out in public..” You said slowly, trying to remind him of where the two of you were but you couldn’t help but stare deeply into his lust filled eyes, his gaze slowly lowering to your agape lips. With an answering hum, Hotaru squeezed your ass slightly before placing his thumb under the hem of your shorts, the digit rubbing the lace on your underwear. 

“So?” He said simply, thumb and finger lightly tilting your chin up as he inched his lips closer to yours. “Let ‘em watch.” And with a short exhale, his soft lips crashed with yours; your lip gloss making its sticky mark on him. A soft moan escaped your throat as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip; asking for permission. You felt another, more harsh, squeeze on your ass as you caved in and gave him entry, his tongue immediately exploring and dancing with your own. The warmth of his velvet lips did nothing but cause you to sink further into the addictive feeling of lust that overwhelmed your senses. You were caught in a mind numbing daze as Hotaru finally pulled back from the intense kiss, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. 

As soft pants left your messy lips, he left a small, ticklish kiss to your neck. “I don’t wanna give them an entire show..c’mon.” With a sly smile and his hands still cradling your ass, Hotaru began to walk towards the shop, forcing you to awkwardly walk backwards. A chuckle left Hotaru as he relished in the awkward position he had you in, finding enjoyment in your flustered expression. 

“Hotaru..” You pleaded, your mind buzzing with the endless things that could happen, your pussy pulsating with every step taken towards the office and light squeeze Hotaru would gift to your plump ass. Once you both crossed the threshold to the messy office, his lips immediately found yours again, lightly nipping at your bottom lip as he pushed the door closed with his foot and guiding you to the messy desk. Momentarily removing himself from the sweet taste of your lips, Hotaru wiped off all the papers that were strewn on the desk before roughly planting your ass on the width of the dark wood; eyes swimming with carnal desire. 

Rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, Hotaru left a hot kiss on your clavicle before latching on and evoking a soft moan from your mouth. Kicking off your slides as your nimble hands snaked their way up to his neck, pulling off the shirt that he left there before tangling your fingers into his dark hair. You tugged gently at his scalp as he started peppering his bites and kisses all over your chest, a low groan slowly leaving his body. Pulling away once more, his eyes zeroed in on the cute stomach pudge you had. He wanted to run his rough hands over the soft body part and be hypnotized by it. Lifting off your tank top and pulling down your bra, Hotaru dived back in for his new target, mouth latching onto your nipple, his tongue running over your dark areola.

A saccharine moan was ripped from you as you felt his teeth nip and pull at the hardened numb while his rough hands unclasped and threw your bra to the side before gently pressing on your stomach, urging you to lay back. Following his command, you could feel his hands snake even lower, fingers tugging both your shorts and panties off. On instinct you widened your legs, the cold air kissing your folds while Hotaru brought his waist closer between your legs, still preoccupied by your irresistible breasts. Placing more kisses, Hotaru trailed them upward to your neck before stopping, his thumb lightly touching your clit. You released a soft whine as his thumb slowly started to massage your clit in small circles.

As his mouth left marks upon your neck, your hand gripped his forearm as you felt his fingers slowly enter into you. Feeling a sharp canine graze your warm skin, you released a soft gasp that signaled Hotaru to pump his fingers into you slowly. Lewd noises echoing in the office with every slow draw back and hard pump his fingers did to your pussy. 

“I know you want more than this, right ma?” He teased, his pants growing tighter as he soaked in your naked body. Fingers prodding your folds and getting themselves coated in your slick only deepened Hotaru’s hunger for you, for your taste. With a slight nod, your hands found themselves fondling your breasts awaiting whatever action this man would do next.

With a deep hum, Hotaru licked his fingers clean of your nectar before trailing more of his hot kisses south. From your neck to your stomach and to the edge of your clit, his searing kisses sent tingles up your spine. As he left kisses on the inside of your thighs, you couldn’t help but squirm a bit, the anticipation killing you. “Don’t rush me, Princess. I’m getting there, just leave it to me, alright?” He spoke, his breath gently gracing your impatient cunt. With another hum, his mouth finally latched onto your pussy, an airy moan leaving your lips. Hotaru’s tongue ran itself over and between your folds that were accompanied with intervals of harsh sucking to your clit. 

Soft mewls drifted from your lips as your fingers traversed and gripped and tugged onto his black locks, undoing his bun further while your other hand kneaded and rolled one of your abandoned breasts. His rough hands held your thighs with an iron grip as you squirmed and relished in the feeling of his warm tongue gliding in between your folds, drinking in your nectar. With a final suck on your clit, Hotaru began dragging his tongue upwards on your body; stopping right in the valley of your breasts as the interesting taste of your cocoa butter lotion settled on his tongue. 

Raising himself up, Hotaru couldn’t help but be immersed in the beauty your body exuded, from the pudge of your stomach to how erect your nipples were as they battled the cold air. Muttering a low “fuck” to himself, he slowly started to undo the sleeves of his jumper that were tied to his waist and watched your once blissed face contort to one of anticipation and desperation. Hotaru knew exactly what he was doing, taking his sweet time, testing you. Seeing how far he can go with his slow, sensual movements before you snapped and pleaded with him to run his rough hands on your body once more. 

With his head tilted down and eyes looking up at your face through his dark lashes, his hands languidly freed himself from his clothing, the ghost of a smirk gracing his façade as he watched you take in the view. Your body shivered with both excitement and worry as he finally stood before you in the nude. A dark happy trail guided your curious eyes downwards to his hardened dick. In all its 8-inch glory, his hardened dick carried a bead of precum on its reddened mushroom tip; a large vein adorning its underside. With a bit lip, you watched with desire as he lined himself to your entrance but stopped abruptly, tip a mere hair breadth from your impatient and needy cunt. It was almost like a shot of molten lava coursed through your veins when your eyes angrily shot up to his face and witnessed his mouth slowly form into that of a mocking smile; mischief ladened eyes watching your reaction. 

“Are you fucking for real right now? You’re a fucking di-” Your insult was cut with a breathy inhale as you felt his cock finally enter your sopping cunt, the stretch giving you a burning yet intoxicating sensation. A shuddered breath of pleasure morphed into a low chuckle as Hotaru relished in both your reaction to his cruel teasing and to the feeling of his cock slowly being engulfed by your warm walls. His rough hands held you by your waist, eyes watching your chest shudder with each inching movement within your pussy. 

“What was that? I didn’t hear you..” Hotaru teased as your hands encased his own as his pelvis finally met with your skin. With a slow sigh, Hotaru rubbed his thumbs on your hip bones, giving you a chance to get used to his size. Giving you a chance to talk more shit. 

“C’mon, tell me what you were gonna say, I wanna know..” He mocked as he slowly drew his hips back, the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the ridges of your pussy eliciting a soft moan from you. You squeezed his fingers as you screwed your eyes shut, trying your hardest to contain your annoyance. Despite how much you hated the teasing and mocking Hotaru has been doing thus far, you couldn’t help but enjoy the throbs his cruel actions gave to your pussy. 

“I-I said you’re a fucking dick!” Your declaration ended in a squeaked out high note as Hotaru harshly thrusted into you, the desk creaking with his action of shutting you up. Choked out gasps and mewls from your gloss smeared lips interlaced with that of the creaking wood as Hotaru began his cruel treatment to your squelching pussy. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist as your pussy finally got what it had longed for.

Admittedly, you didn’t know what you were expecting when this moment finally arrived. Yes, you had your expectations in the dark of night when your fingers occupied the warm and soft confinements of your pussy; your mind thinking nothing but how big you hoped he was, if he was either a rough and carnal lover or a slow sensual one, even if he preferred doggy over missionary. But this, ohh, this was beyond your expectations. The pulses of pleasure that emitted from your pussy and traveled throughout your nervous system, the iron grip he had on your waist, and the low grunts and groans rumbling from your favorite mechanic was nothing you expected yet all that you had dreamed for. 

An airy chuckle escaped Hotaru’s lips as he sank further into the pure bliss of his cock being squeezed by your greedy cunt, a nice coating of your cream decorating his equally pleasure hungry cock. The sight of that alone sent shockwaves throughout his body, urging him to thrust faster. Removing his bruising grip on your waist, he unwrapped your legs from his body and pushed them towards your head; work worn hands holding the backs of your knees as sweet moans fell from your mouth at the newfound depth, Hotaru swearing under his breath as he felt his tip give your cervix bruising kisses. 

“Look at all that fucking cream..acting like you can’t stand me, shit..” A rumbling groan interrupted Hotaru’s dirty mocking, the tightness of your pussy nearly sending him into a nonverbal state. “But I know that if I stopped, you’d beg for more..” Hotaru leaned forward, pressing a lopsided kiss to the side of your knee as he drank in your cock drunk expression; lidded eyes rolling back and staccato moans wavering from your agape mouth. Hotaru’s eyebrows twitched in annoyance with your lack of answer, his hips abruptly stopping as a hand encased your throat. 

“Hey, answer me. I won’t start again if I don’t get an answer.” He demanded, ignoring how your abandoned leg pitifully kicked in the air for his grasp again. Your mind was too fuzzy to properly grasp just what was going on, but a quick squeeze to your throat brought you to attention. “You gonna beg for more, mama?” The belittling question dripped from Hotaru’s mouth like honey as you whined, wiggling your waist to finish what you both started. 

“Fuck! Yes, I need you! Please, Hotaru, keep going!” At your wits end, you finally answered the man’s degrading question, body desperately craving for its release. With a satisfied low hum, Hotaru began again but faster; the desk getting louder with each harsh thrust gifted to your needy pussy. You could feel the sticky liquid your pussy oozed out pool onto the desk as Hotaru’s hands nearly folded you in half; the mechanic close to his own relief. 

A rough hand came down to your sticky and stretched pussy, thumb rubbing circles on your sensitive clit that sent bouts of pleasure through your body. Each swift movement his thumb did against your puffy bud, you couldn’t help but have your pelvis follow close behind. His thumb goes up, your hips raise. His thumb goes down, your hips follow. The intricate yet harsh dance your bodies did resounded in the dusty office, the desk crying out from all the force, warning of splintering damage.

Your mechanic was absolutely enchanted with it all. He enjoyed seeing your pussy practically be a suction cup; with each draw back your cunt seemed to hold on, practically begging him to stay inside, begging for him to keep going, begging to be painted white with his seed. “I’ll m-make you feel good..fuck, just leave it to me..” Hotaru promised before folding you even further, lips roughly melding with yours and swallowing every pathetic mewl and moan. His lips traveled to your jaw as your vision became spotted and blurry; your release approaching steadfast. 

“ ‘M gonna- ‘M gonna, fuuck, ‘M-” Your choppy declaration couldn’t leave your spit covered lips properly as each thrust interrupted you and forced you to restart your sentence. If Hotaru had half a mind, he would’ve stopped right in his tracks again and have you plead for your orgasm. Fortunately for you, his own release was nearly there, evident by his thrust getting ever so sloppy with each push into your stretched pussy. 

“Y-yeah? Gonna cum f’me baby?” His words sent a throb to your cunt, your head nodding sluggishly. A breathy chuckle left Hotaru as your hands encased his own that held onto the back of your knees. “Fuuck, you can do it baby..cum on this cock, lemme hear you..” As if on command, your body jerked. A choked, drawn out moan resounded from your mouth as your back arched up, your orgasm running its course through your body. 

You pussy contracted on his dick with every jerk your body did as you endured your powerful yet anticipated release. It felt as if you reached nirvana; bliss being the only thing coursing through your mind. Your mechanic, on the other hand, was starting to lose it. He wanted to keep going, to drag this out as much as possible, but your orgasm did nothing but foil his plan. Sweet, high and barely restrained whimpers tumbled from his lips as he basked in your contractions. 

Coming down from your high, you couldn’t help the tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation of his thrusts; Hotaru’s pathetic whimpers coaxing you to pay attention to him, to see your quick to anger, hard to understand and hard to socialize mechanic be reduced to a pitiful state as his orgasm finally arrived. 

Hotaru’s whimpers abruptly stopped as his hips staggered, only producing miniscule thrusts as his hot cum decorated your tight and sopping walls; his fingers twitching with each pulse of cum. As if a switch flipped in his head, your mechanic groaned deeply and loudly as his body lurched forward, subconsciously trying his hardest to go as deep as he possibly could into your cum stuffed pussy. Shaky, heavy pants heaved from him as you groaned softly at the newfound sensation of his cock emptying inside you, some of it oozing out of your cunt. 

Sighing heavily, the spent mechanic slowly and carefully pulled out, eyes entranced by the sight of your mixed liquids stretch into thin lines connecting you two as his cock fully left you. Long, rough fingers lowered themselves to your entrance and separated your folds more, the gentle action sending a slight shockwave through you. He was absolutely enthralled by your gaping and abused cunt. His fingers continued playing in your pussy, ears completely deaf to your moans of overstimulation. 

In and out. In between folds, up and down. Those were the simple yet powerful dance moves Hotaru’s fingers did, his mind blank besides the fascination of seeing your messy cunt decorated. This state of mind was similar to the one he’d be in whenever working on the current machine in the lot. Your legs twitched with each move his fingers did against your battered and bruised pussy. “H-Hotaru, you’re gonna make me cum..” your soft, tearful declaration received no response from the mechanic who was too deep in his work. 

To your, albeit painful, enjoyment, his fingers kept dancing nonstop despite your mewls and words of pleasure. With hitched breaths, you couldn't help the pleasure formed tears decorate your lashes as your second orgasm came fast approaching. Cum coated thumb and pointer finger gently pinched and rubbed your clit, your sensitive and delicate bud eliciting electricity through you. As if on cue with Hotaru’s newfound enjoyment with your clit, your second release finally came. 

Saccharine moans dripped from your mouth as it washed over you, your body shivering with each intense pulse of pleasure. It wasn’t until you reached out and gripped Hotaru’s veiny forearm that he stopped his unintentional torture; his sharp eyes leaving their enchanted state and giving you a look of puzzlement. Hotaru was confused as to why you stopped him. Couldn’t you see he was busy toying with your pussy? “What’s the problem?”

An airy chuckle of disbelief flew from your mouth as you carefully raised yourself up on your elbows, dull pain starting to form below the waist. “You’re awful, y’know that ‘Taru?” Hotaru’s large hand encased yours as he pulled you forward, helping you sit up properly. A slowly growing smirk adorned his face as it finally dawned onto your mechanic what he’d done. 

“What do you me-” Before he could properly feign innocence, a loud crash emitted from outside followed by a loud and rushed ‘I’m so sorry, Haganezuka-San! It happened again!’ You watched your mechanic in absolute confusion as he swore loudly and hastily got dressed, rushing to pull a knife from the desk drawer. “That fucking idiot! Tanjiro! Don’t run away from me!” 

“Wait!-” Your words died out as your ever so hot tempered mechanic ran out, not caring to clean you up or even just talk to you for a bit. You sat there, stumped on what just transpired, your mind running over all the things that happened from watching your crush fix your car, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind by your crush, and watching your crush attempt to murder a child. Truthfully, you wondered if moving forward in the future with him as your new source of pleasure was worth putting up with his attitude. As the dust particles in the air floated and the ticking of the wall clock filled the silence of the room, you reached your firm conclusion.

It’s fucking worth it.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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[melliofior]

District 34- El Sol

It looks like he'll forgive you for anything, but you can't betray him. The sun nurtures plants, but if it shines too strongly, it can also kill them.

I love exploring his dark side, it’s so fun to see the man crack LMAO I was so happy to see him finally for gansta! 😭😭

[schrodingersauthorii]

Still laughing over the translation error/ localization that gave us punk Natsume. When no, he's actually into *gansta* fashion, which is. like. ten billion times funnier. And actually makes sense:

Look in your heart. You know he wants to be a tough guy soooo bad- but he's been cursed to be the tiniest most delicate waif with the most tragic backstory ever. He's not alt, he just happens to see yokai and will keep it a secret forever.

I'm quietly removing scenes from my WIPs and redoubling my efforts on the Way of the House Husband crossover as we speak.

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ The art of Beauty ╝

Premise: Tengen never thought possible to fall in love so bad that he'd want to give away his freedom and finally settle down. Who said a flamboyant life can't have a bit of loving~?

Word Count: 3472

Note: This is set up in the Kimetsu academy world, just so you know~ ☀️

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Life around the Kimetsu academy wasn’t always as fun as some may think it is.

Being a teacher in it, to be exact, can be a little bit of a pain in the ass. Especially if you like blowing things up.

Uzui Tengen wasn’t like the other teachers who went to refined universities, got a few degrees under their belt or came from important families with money.

He spent his youth doing things he wasn’t as proud of now as he was back then. 

Leading a gang for example.

Though, they were an artistic one, or that’s what he likes to think. They rarely got into fights, and their only crime was to “vandalize property”, in other words, he liked to draw everywhere, to leave his mark in walls, benches, trash cans, you name it. And he was good at it at that, the old lady from the bakery even gave him free bread for a week for doing a lovely flower pattern on her door, it made her shop trend in social media as others came to take pictures of the door and her sales went over the roof. Even to this day she still sneaks an extra something in his bag.

His art was beautiful, very expressive, sorrowful even; he captured the image of a person very well and there was no better way to show his appreciation than by ruining one of their walls, or two. 

When he started getting in real problems though, was when he started blowing things up. Art indeed explodes with this man, literally. But he never harmed anyone.

Coming from a past like this was unheard of for the prestigious Kimetsu academy, yet he was offered the art teacher position when the principal saw one of his beautiful murals. She wanted their kids to fully understand art, to see how it can actually move someone to tears, or even make someone contemplate their entire life. Art is something magestic, and having someone that understands it as well as Tengen wasn’t easy to come by. So, forgoing all the paperwork and all the problematic selection process, he was made their refined arts teacher.

But Tengen being who he is, wasn’t able to keep his profile low.

From the very beginning rumors about his past were heard in every corner of the school, how he was a ganster, a former one at least, how his big muscles were from going into big fights, some rumors even said he had killed three; none of this was true of course, but instead of making him a feared figure, it made him loved by many.

He was the only teacher who wasn’t as hooked by the rules as the others; rules were meant to be broken after all. So, as long as his students were willing to indulge him in whatever it was he wanted them to do that week, he rarely even spoke ill to any. He didn’t really care if they had their phones in their pocket, or if they arrived a few minutes late. Nobody had to ask for permission to go to the restroom, nor cared if they munched on a snack. 

Not only that, but his classes were fun. 

He had the craziest of ideas and made them all go out of their comfort zone constantly, wanting his students to experience different things as to him, that’s the only right way of growing up.

“Gansta-sensei, where are we going? We’ve walked for what? Fifteen minutes?” Zenitsu was clinging to Tanjiro’s arm, gasping for air as his friend was nearly carrying him at this point.

“We are painting clouds. You need to be closer to them to to fully understand them, duh…” he decided to take them on a hike today, combining Tomioka’s class with his own, a bit of exercise helps creativity flow, that’s why he’s so muscly, he combines them all the time.

“Can’t we just like, imagine a cloud? Or google it? Everyone knows what clouds look like…”

“No. You can’t. The hike is part of Tomioka’s lesson, not mine, go whine at him instead. That’s why you’re so pony, can’t even take a little stroll.”

“A LITTLE stroll??? Is that what this is to you, sensei? Because my lungs are burning like never before…I might actually be dying right now-? Oh my GOD?” 

“Just breath, Jesus…Tomioka, your student is about to pass out. I’m going to head up first to get things ready at the top.” with a short nod, Giyuu went to help Tanjiro carrying Zenitsu who currently had foam coming out of his mouth and was wailing like a child.

They chose the mountain closer to the school, it was a good 2km hike, nothing too bad, and it was a beautiful day, the sun shining down at them, a perfect day to paint some clouds. There weren’t many, but they all had fun shapes and the landscape of the mountains around framed them to perfection.

While he was setting up the supplies, however, a tiny playful corgi jumped out of a bush, aiming for his hood. 

The attack was nothing but child’s play, but Tengen lost three lives at the moment.

The first one was when the dog jumped at him. He didn’t know it was there, it was completely silent all the time and made his moves quietly. A true ninja.

The second was when he saw the hood of his favorite sweater chewed on and wet with puppy drool. It wasn’t destroyed, thankfully, but still pretty disgusting.

But the third life was the worse, and that was when he saw the owner of said puppy dog. 

“Tengen-kun? Is that you?” 

“(Y/N)…?” 

Back in high school, there was a girl who sat behind him during class. She was way shorter than him and could never see the board. This ended up forcing them into a weird friendship that managed to get Tengen to graduate from high school as he actually had to pay attention and take notes for you.

Yet, you had gotten a scholarship to go abroad and get your degree, you’d be out of the country for who know’s how long and the things just died out, naturally.

Something he failed to mention though, is how he’s always had a huge crush on you.

The way you’d always try to peek through the gaps of his biceps at the board, how the tip of your tongue came out of your mouth when you were copying his notes, how you’d share your snacks with him, laugh at his silly stories, you were the only girl who didn’t mind he was involved in some dubious activities outside of school, and he ended up falling for you in no time.

Saying it didn’t hurt to see you leave would be a lie. But he’s not someone that gets tied down by anyone. He’s a free man and nobody would change that.

“Yes! Look at you!! You look…wow I mean yes, you look good!” your slight mumbling and rosy cheeks were making the man go blank. He wasn’t ready for this, what was he supposed to say?

“When did you come back? I….I didn’t know…”

“Oh well, that’s because I got back the day before yesterday! I just got my dog out of its quarantine and its going a little crazy, I’m sorry…Is your hoodie ok?” so you weren’t avoiding him, you literally just got back…

“And you changed your number, you goofball! How was I supposed to let you know? I sent you a message in your insta but seems like you don’t check that often either…”

“Oh I get a bunch of spam so I turned my notifications off, I’m sorry.” you even tried to let him know…still think about him even…can this day get any better?

But he spoke too soon. While you were picking up your tiny dog who kept on chewing on his hood, his students finally reached the top, groaning in pain.

“Oh my god! Gansta-sensei! Is that one of your three wives?” you almost dropped your dog…

“What? No, and I told you I don’t have three wives, dammit! That’s just a rumor! I live in a shared house, they just happen to live there too!” his explanation was a bit unnecessary, it’s not like the kids needed to know all that, but he was panicking, how can this kid be this annoying? Seriously, could he even chose a worse moment to ruin? 

Relief was visible on your beautiful face and for that Tengen was thankful.

“Go do your work kids, I want at least two different clouds and I don’t want just the sky and two white mushes, you heard me Inosuke? You have to take elements of nature into consideration, that’s all I’m gonna say, go be creative.” you were in awe, looking at him like if it was your first time meeting. He wasn’t just way bigger than he was before, but more handsome and responsible too, he actually looked like an adult, to a surprising degree.

“You’re a teacher?”

“Yeah, an art teacher…can you believe that? Me? A teacher?” his loud rambotious laugh was contagious, making you giggle, “Yes I believe it. You’ve always been fantastic at it. Remeber when you had to help me with your notes? You were always patient and helpful. Besides your murals were always breathtaking.” he was suddenly selfconssious at the fact that you remembered his art works, that you believed he could be a good teacher, nobody gives him credit for that, nobody believed in him, except the principal of the school of course. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, something he’s never felt before, even if he’s dated a bunch of girls in the past.

“Gimme your new number, I gotta get this little delinquent back home, but it’d be pretty cool if we could meet later…and hang out?” you were looking at him through your oh so pretty lashes, making his insides turn to mush in seconds.

“Yeah sure, of course! Here.” he handed you his phone and you saved yourself as contact, dialing your number right after to save his.

“I’ll text you later then! I have time tonight if that’s ok with you~”

“Hey Tanjiro…” Zenitsu was crouching down behind a tree, paying as close attention as he could to the scene unfolding. “Pssst…Tanjirooooo….”

“What is it Zenitsu? I’m trying to draw that dragon cloud over there but it looks more like a cat….”

“Stop talking about stupid clouds and come here! Look, sensei’s got a hot date!”

Even when they thought they were being as quiet as possible, you both heard them which made you chuckle and Tengen blush.

“These damn kids, I swear…”

“Well he isn’t wrong, isn’t he handsome~?” throwing him a playful wink, you went back down the mountain with your tiny dog; your little workout outfit pulling hearts out of Tengen’s eyes as he stared at your retrieving form. “Yeah, he’s definitely not wrong…hot damn (Y/N)…”

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Saying he spent all day texting you was an understatement, the man didn’t even eat his lunch, forget about the damn clouds, nothing was more pressing for him at that moment that to get back into your life.

True to his student’s statement that morning, he in fact lived with three women. He didn’t lie though, the rumor of them being all his wives was definitely not true, law would not allow such a thing.

But what he omitted was how he had indeed been with all of them. More than once.

While they were all beautiful, professional, and wonderful women, to him they were just always there. It was not fun, there was no thrill, they threw themselves at him since the very beginning and he just went with the flow.

You were different.

Even after knowing you for such a long time and sharing multiple tender moments and deep secrets with each other, you never went beyond resting your head on his shoulder and hugging his arm.

That to this day, is still his favorite memory of all times.

He’s been with many women during this time apart from you, but not even one, and I mean it, not even a single one of them made him smile.

Some made him smirk, that’s a fact. But a true smile, one from the heart? Nah, just you. And that’s something that always stood out to him, something he made up himself like an impossible goal, “I’ll never be serious with anyone that can’t even make me smile the way (Y/N) did”, an invincible first love, one of those that never lets you move on, always making you compare everyone to the one you once loved.

But that invincible first love was now back in his life and very much interested in eating dinner at his place, something he really wanted to avoid.

“My sweet pumpkin…can’t we go out? I know of a fine place, you still like pancakes right?” he was desperate at this point, bringing you to his place was not going to take this anywhere safe, of course he loves the girls they’re great, but you…it was just in a different level and he wasn’t willing to risk loosing you this soon.

“I do yeah, but I thought maybe we could watch a movie or something…stay for a little longer so we could, you know…catch up…” the nervousness of your tone of voice was driving him insane, were you trying too say what his brain was processing it as right now? Where you trying to stay for the night and “catch up”? No, never, you’ve never even kissed…is it because you’re adults now? No, no, no, his head was just in the gutter as usual.

“Can we try your place, sunshine? I just…I live in a shared house like I told you earlier, I don’t even have a tv in my room and its so loud…I wish to have some time alone with you, something more calm and relaxing, you know, to catch up…” he couldn’t avoid it, everything that came out of his mouth was as suggestive as his thoughts were, but your voice was so mellow..he just wanted to bury his face on your chest and cuddle you all night, was it possible? Probably not but hey, he’s gotta try at least.

“I haven’t finished unpacking, everything is a mess…but I mean sure, if you don’t mind…”

“Of course not, princess! I can even help you! Having a strong male around to do all the heavy lifting could be quite handy!” if it sounded forced you didn’t notice, you agreed right away and the date was set, he was to take some nice wine and fried chicken because, why not, that’s gangster enough, isn’t it..? It did make you chuckle but honestly nothing sounded better than catching up with your old crush/friend while eating some fatty foods and some good wine to finish it all with that super hyped movie everyone’s talking about and none of you have watched just yet.

It all sounded lovely, all planned out perfectly, that was until your dog knocked out the wine bottle to the floor shattering it to nothing but a red puddle on your brand new carpet.

While the wine wasn’t at all expensive, it did kill the mood somehow and you ended up indeed just catching up with life. 

It was amazing to you how much he’s grown from the cute delinquent you used to love secretly, to this school teacher who’s been assigned to develop future talents.

You on the other hand struggled a lot while abroad and were a bit lost in your path, didn’t know if you wanted or not to continue with your choice of major and had just been hired in a company you didn’t like in the slightest. Overall, your life hasn’t been as great and seeing him after all this time was definitely lifting your spirits.

Your workplace was just a station away from his school and so you agreed to see each other again the next day. And the day after. And the one after that too.

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“Why is it so hard for you guys to believe I wanna buy an apartment? Am I not allowed to be fully self-sufficient?? I even bought a fridge already!” Tengen was huffing while sitting on his cubicle, Tomioka and Rengoku enjoying some afternoon tea while Kanae kept on bugging him.

“You have a woman don’t you? Just spill it out! Don’t think you can deceive me! I’m a woman after all.” Kanae was pretty rounded at this point in life, her first pregnancy confirmed to be a boy now growing at the speed of light within her belly, causing her mood to be a little…unstable…

“You’re so nosy! What if I do? Is that illegal?” the three of them gasped in unison, so in sync that it was almost comical.

“I knew it!”

“So you’re settling down? I didn’t know you wanted something like that for your life…wasn’t the flamboyant life your path or some crap like that?” Giyuu and his sharp tongue-

“You can still be flamboyant and have a lovely family.”

“Rengoku…my man…you’re the only one who gets me in this world. Maybe I should marry you instead…” Tengen has been struggling with the process of moving on with the relationship. He didn’t like titles, he didn’t want to be someone’s husband. He believed in the freedom of the heart, on how creativity gets stuck when there’s something to tie you down. He kind of wanted to just live with you, because he couldn’t bare the thought of waking up and not having you in his arms…because he couldn’t even go to his place anymore and has been wearing the same shirt for three days in a row just because of his needy self, because he needed you to be his, but he didn’t fully understand what that meant.

“I’m taken bro, sorry.” 

He let out a long sigh, sinking into his chair, “I don’t know if I want to get married…is that a bad thing? I mean I love her, I know that for sure, I also want her to be with me all the time, to a scary extent…I even made her go with me to the toilet and hold my hand because the burritos we ate last night were going rampage within me-“

“Oh my god just shut up Uzui, you disgust me…”

Laughter was filling the office once more, the heavy air around Tengen finally lifting. “It’s fine if you just want to live together, there’s many couples that never get married and still live happily together for a long time.” “Yeah exactly, just make sure to talk to her, that you’re both on the same page. Who knows? Maybe she wants the same!” it was as simple as that, wasn’t it? He was just scared of hurting your feelings, what if you wanted a huge wedding and five kids? He was not ready for that, and for all he knows, he might be ready eventually, if that’s something you want he’s willing to compromise, he just needs time, though can’t fathom living a second more without you by his side.

And it wasn’t bad at all, communication is the key to a good relationship, some say.

The happiness in your face when he told you he wanted you to go with him apartment hunting was beyond anything he had imagined before. You wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with you.

Marriage and having a family aren’t subjects everyone wish to discuss so early in life and while he sees himself by your side for as long as possible, he was a little behind his coworkers who built one of their own rather quickly.

For now he was happy knowing he’d get to spend every single minute of his free time in the same space as you, he loved the thought of you cooking dinner while he worked on his paintings, the thought of him letting you sleep a few minutes more by getting breakfast ready before waking you up. It was the perfect beginning to a future he never even dreamed of, a happy one, filled with love.

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Masterlist

Sanemi Version. Giyuu Version. Rengoku Version.

[hecateisalesbian]

everybody gansta till your Luz Noceda haircut grows out and now you look like an ugly little Scottish boy

[ainelane]

Okay so I'm going to put my thoughts on that last reblog here partially because i dont really want anyone to see is and partially because the op made a good point already and this will be more from my perspective as someone who is black, from a bad neighborhood and grew up in a similar situation that inspired gangsta rap.

A lot of rap, including gansta rap, is kinda sad. If you listen to enough of it and at all relate to the lyrics you'd understand, there's a lot of misery and sadness in it. Desire for escapism and a deeper desire to never go back to living that way.

It back when i was younger there were posts on the tumblr or sites like quizazz or faeries and vampires about how "emo" music was relatable and sad because it mirrored peoples experiences and there was this feeling/animosity towards hip hop/rap/pop for not being genuine like those emo/rock and how people had this like persecution fetish about how they'd be judged for liking thw music they listened to (admittedly more of the open hate was pointed at pop [specifically like justin Bieber or the jonas brothers lol]) and when rap got brought up into the mix it was so often written off attacked or dismissed for being kinda evil and vapid (i guess I'm looking for an easy way of saying they considered rap to be meaning less just about pointless violence, drugs ect) when for me rap even gansta rap has been a often times bitterly relatable.

I guess my point is... Listen to Biggie

[y-n-princess]

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖆𝖞 your ideal type 𝖎𝖘 a gansta

You're chilling with your squad at the usual spot, sipping on something sweet and spilling the latest tea. There's V, your adorable nerdy friend who's more into books than the Billboard charts. He's cute in a 'lost puppy' kind of way, but like, not in your 'bad boy' dream guy radar.

V's got this whole Clark Kent vibe minus the Superman part – glasses, messy hair that looks unintentionally stylish, and a smile that's more sunshine than swagger. He's the kind of guy who'd help you with your homework, not steal your heart. Or so you keep telling yourself.

"So, Y/N," teases Jimin, flicking a straw wrapper at you, "still daydreaming about your mystery gangster guy?"

You roll your eyes, playing along. "Absolutely. He's got to be tough, a real rule-breaker. A bad boy that's good to me, you know what I mean?

J-Hope, always the comedian, flexes his arms comically. "You mean like this? Should I start wearing leather jackets and get a motorcycle?"

You all burst into laughter, but you notice V seems thoughtful, almost worried.

"Come on, V," you say, nudging him playfully. "What's your type? Someone who loves books and classical music?"

V blushes, adjusting his glasses. "Uh, well, I guess someone kind, who understands me," he says quietly, almost drowned out by the group's laughter.

You smile at him, feeling a weird flutter in your stomach. It's ridiculous. V is just a friend, right? But sometimes, when he smiles that shy smile, your heart does this little skip-beat thing. Not that you'd ever admit it.

The conversation rolls on, but you catch V glancing at you now and then, his expression thoughtful, like he's solving a complex math problem.

A week later, you're sitting in class, trying to focus on the teacher's lecture, but it's hard when V walks in, looking like he's auditioning for a hip-hop music video. The glasses? Gone. In their place are some shades that scream 'trying too hard.' His usual neat, nerdy outfit has been replaced by baggy jeans and an oversized hoodie.

"Yo, Y/N," he says, trying to sound cool but ending up sounding like he's got a cold. "What's up?"

You stifle a laugh. "V, what's with the new look?"

He shrugs, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Just trying something new, you know?"

Before you can reply, Taehyung and Jimin start teasing him, asking if he's lost a bet or something. V laughs it off but you can tell he's a bit embarrassed.

He tries to talk to you but the teacher arrives and you all go to your sits and the class starts.

Later, at the cantine, V struts over to your table, his 'gangster' walk more exaggerated than ever. He's even sporting a durag, looking like he's auditioning for a role in a street-themed music video. It's a wild departure from his usual nerdy attire.

As he plops down beside you, trying to appear casual, you can't resist a jab. "So, V, planning to drop a mixtape soon?"

His response catches you off guard. "Maybe I am. Got a problem with that?" There's an edge in his voice, so unlike him.

You're taken aback, your smile fading. This isn't the V you know. The disappointment is clear on your face, and you can see it affects him. Almost immediately, his expression softens, the 'tough guy' act slipping.

"Y/N, I didn't mean—" he starts, but before he can finish, a group of girls swoops in, interrupting.

"Wow, V, love the new look!" one of them coos, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly.

"Totally suits you. So mysterious and edgy," another chimes in, leaning closer to him.

You watch, a sour taste in your mouth, as they giggle and touch his arm, completely ignoring the awkwardness radiating from V. He tries to respond, his words fumbling, a clear sign of discomfort. It's painfully obvious he's not enjoying the attention.

Feeling a mix of irritation and disappointment, you stand up abruptly. "I've got to… go do a thing," you mumble, your voice tinged with frustration.

V's eyes follow you, filled with confusion and a hint of distress. His attempt at a macho retort now seems like a distant memory. In that brief moment of eye contact, you see the real V, the one who would never intentionally hurt you, and it tugs at your heartstrings.

But right now, you just need to get away, to process this strange new world where V is trying to be someone he's not, and where your hidden feelings for him are becoming harder to ignore.

So there you are, storming out of the cantine like a drama queen, heading straight to the basketball court. It's like your own personal emo music video – nobody around, just you and your thoughts. And oh boy, are they loud. You're all tangled up thinking about V getting cozy with those girls. Ugh, why does that even bother you? It's not like you have a claim on him. But still, those giggles? Gross.

You plop down on a bench, half-expecting sad violin music to start playing. You're just about to deep dive into a full-on jealousy sulk when you hear footsteps. And who else could it be but V, looking like he ran a marathon to find you.

Before you can even roll your eyes or say something snarky, he's all, "Y/N, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to make you upset. This whole gangster act, it's dumb. I know."

You're kinda taken aback. Like, hello, emotional honesty? From V? It's more likely than you think.

"Why the sudden switch to street style, V?" you ask, your tone a mix of sarcasm and genuine curiosity.

He's fidgeting like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Well, I thought I needed to be more like those guys in your books. You know, tough and cool."

You can't help but laugh, and it's not even mean. It's just… adorable. "V, you trying to be a gangster is like a cat trying to bark. It's weird and makes zero sense."

He cracks a smile, and it's like the sun coming out after a storm. "So, you don't hate it?"

You stand up, closing the distance between you. "I don't hate it, but I prefer my V as the nerdy, sweet guy who doesn't wear durags. That's the V I… well, that's the V I like."

There's this moment, right? Where you're both just standing there, and everything feels like it's in slow motion. V's got this look in his eyes, like he's seeing you for the first time. And maybe he is.

You reach up slowly, your fingers gently tugging the durag off his head. His hair is a mess underneath, but it's so V, and you can't help but smile. You playfully ruffle his hair, teasing him. "You look better without this, trust me."

"So, no more gangster V?" he asks, a playful glint in his eyes, his hair sticking out at odd angles now.

"Nope, bring back the nerd," you say, your grin widening.

He laughs, and it's the best sound you've heard all day. It's like a reminder of the V you know and, dare you say, have a massive crush on.

Suddenly, V steps forward, closing the small gap between you. He wraps you in a hug, and it's so unexpected but so right. You hug him back, and it's like fitting two puzzle pieces together. He's warm and feels like home.

You both know something's changed, but it's cool, it's exciting. It's like you've both leveled up in your friendship, or whatever this is.

As you walk back together, with his arm still around your shoulder, you think maybe, just maybe, this whole weird gangster phase was worth it. Because now you're seeing V in a whole new light, and it's pretty awesome. It's not every day a guy goes full gangster mode just to impress you, and then ditches it all because he values the real you more.

[quantum-temporal-anomaly]

Tracy's New Critically Acclaimed Definitive Fictional Character(and like one actual person) Dysphoria Edition XL 2 REMASTER COLLECTION & knuckles

i think ill get the most goofy one out of the way?

Marilyn Mario from mario family reunion by MilesJohn

not like the actor but this singular drawing... do i need to explain myself or these. hope im not expected to-

right more normal things?

the Plague Doctor from Darkest Dungeon

generally im indifferent about plague doctor but uhh yea you read the title(hopefully)

specificly plague Doctor without the funny mask

. is there a theme of what i want to look like, maybe idk

Patty Donahue from the waitresses

its uhh a bit weird putting a real person on here but uhh felt wrong not to mention. saw this one png in a todd in the shadows video like some time last year

chonny "the" jash from chonny jash

real person again? idk i consider CJ to be a character. anywho. i think this one is special bc like its less about how he looks causing it. but the amount of confidence he has had lately

does that make sense? doesnt matter! my list!!

Knuckles "the" Echidna

he doesnt actually cause me any dysphoria. hes only here for the sake of the meme, but this pose is super thug ass gansta holy shit

is there more? maybe- i cant think of em

[loveneversleepss]

Part 1. Meeting the boys

Previous / next

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Earlier~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wake up to the sound of our smoke alarm going off. I get up quickly and run over to the kitchen. I see Jennie putting out the fire on the stove. "Yah! Jennie!" I yell out and run over. I help put out the fire and see the rest of the girls run out of their rooms. "What happened in here?!" Ryujin yells out in shock. "I'M SO SORRY, I WAS TRYING TO COOK BREAKFAST FOR US AND I ACCIDENTALLY PUT TOO MUCH SALT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED." Jennie explains. We all start to laugh and I go pat Jennie's back. "Well its the thought that counts." I smile at her. She looks at the ground and fidgets with her shirt. "Well I guess that means I'll order something from the cafe.." Solar says and takes out her phone. "I'll go pick it up." I say and start to get dressed.

I start to walk over to the Jyp Cafe and order for all of us. I sit down and go on my phone. I had noticed when we walked in that there was a girl who kept looking at me from her table. she must've recognized me because she started to walk over. "Um excuse me, I don't wanna bother you but can I take a photo with you? Your Love Luna of Lunaire right?" I look up at her and smile. I get up and stand next to her. She's kinda cute and tiny. "Of course I'll take a photo with you." I pose next to her and look at the camera. "Oh my god thank you so much. You have no idea how long I've been a fan of yours. I'm a predebut fan and I love your work. It's amazing how much you are like Bangchan and creating a group on your own. I could never." I smile at her while she's rambling and look at the badge she has on. Official Jype trainee, how odd. I analyze her clothes and looks like she just came from practicing. So early in the morning too. I hear my name get called from the barista. "It's been really nice meeting you and honestly I don't think I've ever heard someone compare me with Bangchan. I'mma tell you a secret." I lean in close and whisper in her ear," I've never met Stray kids before." I pull away and walk to get our food.

"Hey y'all I'm back with the food!!" I yell out and set the food on the counter. The girls are in living room and slowly turn to me. They all have blank expressions. "What's wrong." I say and notice our manager. "They are saying that our group is gonna be broken up. They are terminating out contract and we will be assigned to go to different groups." Soyeon states her voice breaking a little. "What?! This can't be true." I look up at our manager and she reaches her hand out with a paper. I grab the paper and read it. "I'm so sorry girls." Our manager says and walks out the door. No way. I've sacrificed everything for this. This can't happen. "I don't accept this." I yell out and all the girls look at me. "It's already been decided. We can't do anything." Solar tells me. "No it can't end like this. I won't accept this." I yell out in anger. "Calm down. We will think of something." Soyeon says and side hugs me. "As long as we promise not to leave each other we will figure it out." We all nod our heads and hug each other.

Couple days later..

Our manager had told us that we would need to start packing soon to move with our new groups. We haven't been told where we are going and we are resisting as much as we can. "Luna. Come over here for a sec." My manager asks and I follow her. "What is it?" I state blankly. "It seems that my boss wants to have a meeting with you. It seems its about your group contract." I look down at the floor and fidgets with my shirt. "Ok." I say and she starts to walk away. "Oh right, and wear something appropriate. Nun of your gansta crap. I know you will just wear it to spite him but this is big. Not something to mess around with." What the hell does that mean. I turn around and roll my eyes. Whatever. I'll see what to wear. Just something simple and cute.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ The present ~~~~~~~~~~~

I turn the knob slowly and walk in. I see a group of 8 sitting down on a large couch and my boss sitting in his desk. I bow to everyone and put an annoyed face on. "Please don't be angry, Luna. We need to talk. Please sit." I look at the small chair and sit down reluctantly. I look over to the 8 guys sitting across from me. Wow they mad attractive. Wait isn't this Stray kids. Holy crap.

Maybe I should've dressed a little nicer. I notice one guy staring directly at me. I think his name is Felix. He looks me up and down then makes direct eye contact with me. Holy shi- "So Luna I've heard you're not happy with the group breaking up. May I hear why?" Jyp stupidly states.

"Well for one I've sacrificed a lot for the group and you just take it away just like that is not ok. Now you're gonna put us in different groups and for what? Aren't we popular enough to keep going?" I argue while trying to be still as respectful as possible. I mean he is my boss. He tilts his head to the side and leans back in his chair. He lets a out a laugh and straightens up. "Well you do know what a temporary group is right? You were never gonna stay as a group forever. That is basic knowledge." He says and makes me sound stupid. I fidget with my purse and look down at my shoes. "I just kinda of thought that if we got big enough. You would let us stay as a permanent group.." I start to speak quietly now. Losing all my confidence.

It stays silent for a while until I think of something. If he just wanted to talk to me about it he could've done it privately. Not in front of one the of the biggest 4th gen boy group. I look up slowly and analyze the boys again. All of them looking right at me. Crap. Wait why are they here. No way. Is he gonna partner me with them. Ha isn't that great. I start to gain my confidence back. I lean back in my chair and let out a laugh. I smirk and look at Jyp. "So why am I really here. I know it's not just to listen to me complain that I don't want it group to break up. I'm amusing that you want to talk about me moving to another group. Like this lovely group right here, Stray kids." I say with full confidence. Jyp looks at me with a frown and sucks on his teeth.

"Correct. You've got it right. I do want you to move into their group. And by want I mean you are. No questions asked." He says trying to dominate me. "Yeah no. So here's what's gonna happen. I'm not gonna do that and you're gonna make my group permanent. Because I have something you don't want to get out." I say grabbing my bag and tossing over a paper. His eyes widen as he looks at the paper. "I knew that you were gonna do this and so I came prepared. I have pretty good acting skills don't I?" He freezes in the spot and I stand up and walk over to his desk. "So sure I'll join your little boy group but on some conditions. You might wanna write it down." I say and look at his secretary hiding in the other room hiding behind the door. "Come on out and do what you're told." I say and she comes out.

"Alright so the number 1 condition. You will make Lunaire a permanent group and don't move anyone. I of course will not have time to be the leader so Soyeon will take my place. Number 2 I will join this group only if Bangchan has full rights of the group. You don't do anything for them and take credit for what isn't yours. So you will do everything in your power to promote us. Number 3 you will not force anything on us. That includes diets, clothes, forced interactions, overworking and performing while injured. Last but not least I want rights to my group. I decide what's good for them and what happens." I lean against the desk making eye contact with him. "Got that? All is good then." I say brightly smiling and grabbing my bag. I look over to the boys. "Does that sound alright with you?" I say looking at Chan. He nods his head and looks blankly at me. I smile and bow. I grab the paper that the secretary was writing on and write an agreement on the bottom. "Sign" I say and hand the pen over to Jyp. He signs it and looks at me in horror. "Well that's all. Bye bye" I bow and walk out.

"Now that is one hell of a girl." Lee know says out loud and looks at his members.

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[arcxnumvitae]

Rules, tag 10 followers  you want to get to know better!

Tagged by: @fatestouch​​​

Tagging: Anyone, just say I tagged you

Name: Kris. Funnily, also Nashville Kim and Kimmy stemming from an inside joke about a very weird spam text I got once

Star Sign: Gemini (sun), Scorpio (moon), Aquarius (rising)

Height: 5'8

Middle name: Andrea

Put your itunes/spotify/youtube on shuffle. What are the first 6 songs that popped up?

Satisfied by Reneé Goldsberry

ALREADY by Beyoncé 

Gansta’s Paradise by uhhh Mad Trigger Crew (look Kirei, I’m still listening to it)

BREAK MY SOUL by Beyoncé 

蕚 by Fling Posse (I want you to know I have Spotify up on my phone and I’m typing this on my computer, so when that kanji popped up on my phone I stared helplessly at it before looking for somewhere online I could copy and paste it from)

All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar and SZA

Ever had a poem or song written about you: Nope

When was the last time you played air guitar: Not for a long while I’m sure

Who is your celebrity crush?: I think Zendaya is pretty! I enjoyed watching Regé-Jean Page in the new D&D movie

What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?: Oh my gosh yeah Styrofoam rubbing together kills me! Any type of plasticky squeak along those lines, or like my nails scraping against it is ughhhhh 

Do you believe in ghosts?:Nah

How about aliens: Probably. Like, statistically speaking, man, it only makes sense

Do you drive?: Yep! Can’t really get around anywhere I’ve lived without a car

if so have you ever crashed: Two people have bumped into me before when I wasn’t moving but it wasn’t anything serious. I just messed up my “no incidents ever” streak by kinda scraping against a girl’s car when I was trying to park. The girl can’t park (she wasn’t parked too egregiously that day, but still closer than she should have been and the way she’s parked on other days...woof).

What was the last book you read?: A Venom Dark and Sweet! I’m still trying to finish it but I’ve accepted none of my tbr list is getting touched this summer, unfortunately

Do you like the smell of gasoline: Nope

What was the last movie you saw?: Mmmmmm... Lilo & Stitch I think

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?: Despite my moderate clumsiness, I’ve never had a particularly bad injury! A burn from an oven once on my arm and once when  my mom got my ear with a hot comb when I was little 🥴 But those were just moderate injuries to me.

Do you have any obsessions right now?: Ohhh yeahhh baby, right now, mentally, I’m in Hyrule. Barely missing chasm edges and diving straight into the ground, screaming in terror every time I hear the screech of those stupid scary hands and see the sky turn red, wondering aloud why they made the goat/rabbit man hot and if the developers knew what they were unleashing, etc.

Also my graduation photos, I really like how most of them turned out and I think I’d done my makeup pretty well those days, considering I almost never wear it haha.

[adultswim2021]

Tim And Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! #23: “Rascals” | August 11, 2008 - 12:30AM | S03E03

It is unseasonably chilly tonight and I would like to take a nice warm bath. So, let’s “gansta” through this write-up so I can become nude and wet at once. First we have a Patton Oswalt cold open that is not very good. I tend to forgive the star-studded duds like this one, because when Tim & Eric get a bigger-name comedian to participate in the show they’re sorta obligated to use the results no matter what. This one has Patton’s head superimposed onto a child’s body while he sings a song about suckin’ on some titties. This could be a sketch on Comedy Central’s The Man Show. No big deal, but it’s a bad start. Luckily this is maybe the weakest part of the episode. I will shout out the accidental production values of having this effect run through a VCR. The special effect actually looks a little more natural thanks to being masked by VHS noise. 

Oh, wait, there’s maybe a weaker bit: Tim and Eric are two old-school dipshits who are doing “swing dancing” demonstrations that are basically just them horsing around. I don’t mind these as much, because i think they were designed to be quick throw-aways. None of them really capture brilliance, but they are at least a little bit fun. They included an extra one in the deleted scenes on the DVD, and they needn’t have bothered! 

Fitting into the Tim & Eric universe a little better is Ed Begly Jr. as the spokesman for the Cinco-Fone, an obtuse cellular phone that doesn’t work very well, that’s the joke. It has convoluted instructions and anti-selling points, like how there’s only one button that you have to tap rapidly the number of times for each number you’re trying to dial. It also runs hot, and can give you “up to 2nd degree burns”. This type of sketch is fairly route at this point, but it’s still solid stuff as far as Tim & Eric goes.

The final Cinco-Fone segment is Ed Begly Jr. improving a phone call on it, as though the cameras are off, and him having logistical troubles with the fact that the phone’s battery only lasts for one call, and it can’t receive incoming calls. It’s a little needless; sorta telegraphs the joke in an unnecessary way, but I chalk it up to “what’re you gonna put less Ed Begly Jr. in the show”? Though, it did bring to mind Tom Scharpling, famous hater of Christopher Guest movies, complaining on the radio that he doesn’t need to see “Ed Begly Jr.’s improv chops”. 

Tairy Greene returns as an acting coach for children. Zach Galifianakis is funny, and can very easily spin gold out of nothing. There’s good moments in these bits, like when he kicks down a fern (a FERN! INTERESTING…) and tells the kids to write that down. His opening soundbite of “Who (pregnant pause) ba-stank.” is also funny. There’s an amusing blooper where he asks one of the children who Hoobastank is, and they answer matter-of-factly that they taught the “greatest acting class known to man” and Zach cracks. This one sorta goes on longer than it should, but it’s nice to see Zach. I like him!

The hosting wraparound for this one involves a conflict between Tim & Eric, mediated by Bob Odenkirk himself. Tim killed Eric’s rascal after receiving a nasty bite from him. Bob decides that since Tim killed Eric’s best friend, that Eric gets to kill Tim’s best friend. One funny touch to this is that there’s zero hesitation from Eric, who is immediately giddy at the prospect of getting to commit murder. Tim reveals that Eric himself is Tim’s best friend, but Eric doubles down and agrees to commit suicide. The ending features Bob dressed as a Rascal, righting the season one wrong of having Tim & Eric play opposite an invisible rascal. In that episode’s commentary track, Tim recounts a story that Bob tried to talk them out of the invisible rascal gag. Perhaps Bob just really wanted to play the rascal.

The introductory Rascal segment is very funny; it features Jon Mugar and DJ Dougg Pound (I am guessing; I watched this on a small screen) playing Eric and Tim respectively in the rascal bite re-enactment. This segment ends with Bob invisoing in to help Tim & Eric resolve their differences and doing a cheesy take to the camera, and for no really good reason they animate a inflating bullfrog neck on him and add a ribbit noise. It’s monumentally stupid, but it’s very funny. I forgot all about it until this watch! What a treat! 

Overall, this is a pretty average episode of the show and holds up with the rest of their pretty average episodes from season one and two. Despite a few weak spots, I’d call this a good one.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Deleted Cold Open for "The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together"

I'm not positive when exactly this debuted, but one thing is clear, please, watch this before watching "The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together". This is a fully-animated deleted scene from the first part of the two-part finale, meant to air as a cold open. I remember Adult Swim put it online as a teaser for the upcoming episode and promised to put it on the DVD. They didn't! They fucking forgot to put it on the DVD!

But, luckily, they included it on the season four DVD, which is nice. I like when stuff like that happens.

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