#god this message is so fucking slimy

[yooniesim]

Statement from Overwolf

...Okay, first of all, this whole statement is sadly nothing but them taking the same exact route as before: misdirecting & changing the narrative to only be about "victims" when their Home Support initiative is partnered with the ILF, an openly Zionist organization. This isn't about innocent parties only when they're partnered with an organization that contributes directly towards IDF Military Intelligence. All of the money from the fund goes to the ILF's bank account to distribute, per their own FAQ page. And even without that, the association alone is enough to boycott. Overwolf and Curseforge cannot be "clean of politics" while their CEO partners with and therefore directly supports Zionist parties.

Screenshots directly from Home Support website & ILF website

This statement overall stinks because it puts the blame fully onto people with legitimate concerns by calling them all harassers. Have some people gone too far towards creators? 100%. I know that well. But Overwolf is clearly using that to deflect off of themselves, and this is why it never should have been done in the first place. Y'all focused on the wrong shit- the smaller targets instead of the big ones, and the wrong claim that they're directly funding the IDF with CF revenue, and now they're doing exactly what I said they would: once again using the fact that that's not technically true to weasel out of people's concerns. They even directly call out the fact that it's misinformation like I said they would! They clarified fucking nothing, they repeated the same shit they already said because they know they can. We need to change the focus of the boycott so that they are forced to address their actual wrongdoing! Stop spending all your time sending threatening messages on anon and instead spread factual information with sources and reach out to creators in good faith effort to get them to speak without the fear of being attacked. They will stay silent as long as the negative consequences (financially & socially) is all on them and not Overwolf & EA.

I'm still working on a comprehensive post with everything, but in the meantime, please spread this post around.

[psychebutterflysol]

"𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨"

a/u: i like doomed relationships. this is just a prologue. next chapter would be real teehee. can you guess where the reader would be reborn?

warning: death, implied unhealthy relationship.

Your life was normal, halting from a wealthy family and ended up with a well-paid job.

The little diamond ring around your finger spoke volumes of the engagement with your beloved fiancee.

There was something that felt missing in your life though.

It was mundane, waking up to an excessively needy lover, who you didn't know if your feelings remained like the first time, plus enduring some bad rumors because you were privileged.

The butterflies previously resided in your stomach morphed into skull moths, and you weren't sure if you could contain them anymore.

Lingering touches and gazes started to seem overbearing, too suffocating, like vines wrapped around your form.

It was another exhausting anniversary of your five-year relationship, and while you were heading back home, texting with your betrothed, you were stabbed from behind.

The sky had already been coated in darkness, the streets had been emptied throughout, all were a perfect formula for a murder.

Being rich was a bitch was your dazed thought, as blood gushed out, red tainted the outfit you loved.

Blots danced in your vision, and when you messaged back a meaningless 'I love you', you officially died.

At least you escaped that boring existence, right?

Fate decided to toy with you by placing you in Genshin Impact, a game you spent most time investing in.

You remembered being proud of your C8 Qiqu and DPS Furina since you usually dragged the sooner to co-op.

So you spent two unremarkable years in Fontaine as a florist, while concealing your knowledge about the future, for all the fanfic you read, and since this world worshipped the Creator too.

You didn't want to get outed as this enigmatic possible imposter or deal with the characters' religious frenzies.

Furina was an interesting case to observe, and Neuvilette often made a few appearances there and then.

Melusines sometimes ran around before your shop, requesting beautiful bouquets.

Business was doing well, not worldwide famous nor near the bridge of close down, just an average shop you expected from an NPC

Strangely enough, you didn't feel guilty for abandoning your fiancee, instead enjoying the fresh freedom you longed for.

Away from her keen eyes, slimy fingers, and unnecessary jealousy.

Recently, there had been rumors about the appearance of a person who proclaimed herself to be the saintess, sent by the Creator.

You could already sense Furina's fuming in the court, and other archons' demeanors.

Oh well, you would just return back to work and watch as another Sagau Imposter fanfic unfolded. Surely, nothing could go wrong-

"[Name]?"

Fuck.

Out of all people, it was her all alone.

Her eyes, filled with twisted feelings, disgusted you.

Her figure engulfed you whole into an embrace, squeezing the breath of your body.

What made it worse, was that you had overestimated the characters' intelligence, and they genuinely believed she was the one.

You could feel their eyes prickling against your skin as you frantically pushed her away, ignoring the shakes of your body and the ragged breaths.

They didn't understand why the vessel of the benevolent and caring God was rejected by this mere mortal.

In their eyes, you should have been overjoyed upon being pampered by the saintess.

And so, the tranquility you experienced shattered easily underneath the pressure of these beings.

Your shop was demolished, your reputation was torn apart, and your privacy was out of the picture, as you were regarded as the saintess's lover.

Oh, if only they knew the saintess considered you her god.

You lost yourself to the person you vowed to stay away.

But the Fatui wasn't happy.

Tsarista was fuming, assuming you had cast a spell on her.

She sent her loyal followers to chase after you, in secret of course.

In the end, you were accused of fraud, tax evasion, and many other crimes.

The execution was held in front of the people, as the saintess drowned herself in sorrow and desperation, you died.

Your body sank deeper into the ocean, red blood mixed with the water, and your eyes closed.

It should have been you.

You were the one who arrived first.

Hell, you even helped more people than her! You knew more things about this forsaken game than her!

Stop looking at you with such pity!

Just because you were being rightfully paranoid didn't mean you were stupid!

There was a tale of a picturesque saintess and a mysterious traveler, alongside a weird creature.

They embarked on a journey to the seven lands of Teyvat.

What a shame, you died even before the story began.

"oh issue of the stars, may fate beest so kind to blesseth thee with anoth'r chance. may teyvat learneth to loveth thee, liketh how the 'saintess' loveth thee. "

[serqphites]

hiiii katie!! i’ve been in a massive longlegs phase (mostly bc of lee let’s be honest) and your blog has been a GODSEND 🤍 i’ve been thinking of writing a lee fic for a while but i had a lil idea that i wanted to send your way 🤭

i cannot get over the idea of wife!lee with r on a beach trip—especially if her wife fucking loooves it. she’s not a huge fan of going to the beach (her autistic ass does not fuck with sand) but she’ll go every couple of years bc ofc she’s going to deal with it for her woman!!!!! she’d sit on the beach watching r letting herself get absolutely DEMOLISHED by waves and she thinks it’s cutie af. she will (VERY reluctantly) get in the water once her twice but if something touches her leg? she’s screaming like he arm is getting chopped off she would HATE THATTT.

lol that’s all!! i just love ur blog and i would love to see u expand on this because ur like The Lee Harker Blog Ever for me :) much love 🤍🤍

— gracie

hello gracie !! oh my god PLEASE write a lee fic i will reblog it until the day that i die. also so honoured you wanted to send this my way hello?? i could cry 🫶 AND THEN YOU ALSO SAID IM THE LEE HARKER BLOG FOR YOU?? sobbing throwing up rolling around on the floor literally deceased

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lee fucking HATESSSS the beach (girl me too) her autistic ass can’t handle it. the sand sticking to her? AHHHHH. the water that’s freezing and lowkey stinks? FUCKKKKK. yeah no this really isn’t for her.

except for the fact it now is because her wife loves it arguably more than she loves her!!

god i can just picture it now, you’re walking onto the beach so fucking happy to finally be back after not going for ages (lee cried and locked herself inside the house the last time you tried to go), and then there’s lee… 🧍‍♀️ girly is just stood on the pathway that leads up to the sand, your bags and folded up towels in hand as she refuses to take just one little step forward onto the sand.

you have to push her to the spot you’d like your towels placed

lee sits on her towel and doesn’t move, she won’t even uncross her legs. she’s just sat awkwardly leaning over the towel so she can make you a sandcastle <3 she’s using various children’s tools she’d ordered from amazon to build, picking up the shells around her to turn them into decoration.

she’s so proud of herself when you come back from the water for a drink 😭 “honey! look what i made you” and she’s all shyyyy

also lee is 100% the kind of person to write your initials in a heart in the sand, and not small too she wants it to be seen by everyone, just so they all get the message (aka “stop staring at my wife’s ass you pervs”).

ice creams on the beach!!! lee is so mad at the wasps swarming her LMAOOO you’re actually petrified so you’ve moved, poor lee is trying to be brave and impress you but if they get too close she drops her act to scream like a child.

after hours of trying to convince her to get into the water, she finally agrees! you lead her to the water (despite her purposefully moving slower than a sloth) and let go of her hand to make your way in, assuming she’d follow.

🧍‍♀️”i don’t want to :/”

SHES SO CUTE I CANT IM LITERALLY ABT TO CRY JUST THINKING ABT HER

“come on baby you can do it! it’s just water!” you attempt to encourage her, and surprisingly it works. lee veryyy slowly starts inching her way towards the water, a wave crashing into her ankle just as she does so. she makes various weird noises, you know when you eat something that feels like it’s just come straight out of a volcano? it sounds something like that.

but hey she’s doing it! she’s walking towards you with a big smile on her face, your expression mirroring her own. that is until lee feels something slimy wrapping around her leg, imagine the scream she lets out when she glances down to discover there’s a green alien trying to worm its way inside of her (there’s seaweed on her leg).

my girl runs for the hills. screaming like she’s being tortured before dropping onto the sand and swatting her attacker away (which is again, seaweed).

you make your way over to her in an instant, removing the seaweed from her leg as you stifle a laugh. the woman, your wife, now caked head to toe in sand… even the poor girls eyelashes have sand in them.

“can we go home please?” poor baby :(

once you’ve returned to the comfort of your own home, lee gets the most cuddles she’s ever gotten from you in her life. despite her silliness (not silliness, she was very viciously attacked by aliens) you’re still so incredibly proud of her for facing her fears and going on a fun little adventure with you.

[octuscle]

Support dude, it’s me again, Mike. I hit you up so much I feel like I should pay you. And hey if you need that, I’ve got you just tell me. I owe you a shit ton, dude. Since you last helped me, Jack and I tied the fucking knot (and had a hell of a honeymoon haha hadn’t gotten so many noise complaints since high school) and I even moved into his place. Real big and nice like, would make a suburban man cream his pants and even a socialite would do a double take. For as filthy as he can be with me, big boss knows how to fucking live.

But I wouldn’t be hitting you up if everything was all sunshine and rainbows, eh? (Though one of these days I might convince Boss to let you in on our thing for a night or two, just to say thank you if that’s a thing you wanted wink) One of the neighbors apparently doesn’t like it so much when I invite some of the guys at work over for our, let’s call em team bonding events. He bitches and moans about how loud and rowdy we get and how it’s ruining the value of the neighborhood. I almost kicked his ass the first time he came by all bossy and shit, but Boss told me he was President of their HOA or whatever the fuck and that I couldn’t. So I’ve been trying to ignore the prude but if he comes over and ruins another good night I might lose my cool and I don’t wanna let down Boss like that.

Any way you can make the neighborhood meet our lifestyle choices better, dude? I don’t wanna give up this lavish living so soon, it’s nice as hell. But I don’t want it to change me. I wanna change it! Ain’t no reason we can’t live it up without being able to get down if you catch my drift. Can you help me?

I have not invested so much time in my favorite customers, so that you now become adapted suburban bourgeois. So it's time for me to take care of your neighbor. He may be the president of the HOA, after all. But that doesn't give him the right to regulate your private lives. But I could add a little spice to his.

Actually, the boring buffer is not a visitor to the gym. Thank God. So at least you have peace from him there. But today he feels like working out his muscles. And of course, when he enters the locker room, you run right into his arms. And the slimy ass-kisser can do nothing but shake your hand in a friendly way, as if you were best friends. Oops, sorry that your towel slips down.

Normally you are hard as granite when you come back from training. At the sight of your neighbor, the 8 inches dangle limply between your legs. He still seems impressed. To warn your man, you send him a quick message about what to expect during his workout. And write him that you are already preparing everything for dinner at home. "Everything is fine, stallion! daddy wont b disturbed during his workout. Ill b home in 2 hrs"

Your neighbor is blocking the very stations where Jack wants to work out. He has memorized the gym rules and points out every pissy infraction to your husband. In the beginning. But the more Jack sweats, the more musk he exudes, the hornier your neighbor gets. And slowly he starts to change. Actually, sleeveless tops are not allowed in the gym. You both don't care. And your neighbor now too. With the white wifebeater he looks almost like Jack's gym buddy. And he's starting to smell like one, too. It's hard to believe that just a few minutes ago he was the overgroomed suit guy. His armpit hair is sprouting. He obviously hasn't been to the barbershop in a few months either. He stops regimenting your husband. The two of them start working out together as if they've been doing it forever. Steve (your neighbor) can't get enough of having Jack's sweaty workout shorts hanging in front of his face during the bench press. His bulge gets bigger and bigger. And the damp spots in his shorts aren't just from sweat. Jack asks if it's not time to go to the locker room. Steve replies that he was already afraid that Jack wouldn't even ask.

"is it k if i bring a pal 2 dinner" texts Jack. "he 1't want much mor then ur cum and mine." "then he shud bring big appetite" you reply. Shit, this time when Steve shakes your hand, nothing is limp between your legs. Enjoy the evening with the president of the HOA to the fullest!

Pics all found @thelockerroomblog

[thesillygoofyjester]

Angel dust was not having a good day.  

He was locked in his dressing room, with a furious Valentino,  

“-DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOUVE COST ME? YOU’RE LUCKY I DONT KILL YOU FOR THIS!” 

The reason for Valentinos rage? Angel had fucked up and pissed off an important business partner Val had been working with, the slimy shark demon had stormed out and lost Val's deal 

Val grabbed his hair roughly and pulled his face up to look at him.  

“you’re going to pay for this one Angel dust”  

His voice was low, with sharp rage hidden right in front of his eyes, his glowing red-hot eyes and sharp teeth. 

-SMACK-! 

Valentino hit him, hard, he fell to the ground, he tried to hold himself up with his elbows, but his arms shook, and his cheek stung. He felt a single hot tear drop into his fur, burning him like a brand, Valentino loomed over him, whispering darkly 

“Once I'm done with you, you're going to go out there, and earn back every dollar you lost me, I don't care how many greasy truckers you have to fuck, or how long it takes, do you understand-” 

“VAL!” 

Valentinos eyes narrowed as his head shot to the doorway, Angel slowly looked over- Vox. 

The media demon himself was standing in the doorway of his dressing room, posture tense, arms crossed, eyes narrow, and cold 

“I'm a little busy vox” Val ground out, a growl deep in his throat 

“What the FUCK Val! I've been looking for you everywhere!” Vox stalked into his room, glaring at Val, blind to angel dust on the floor, staring at two of the most powerful overlords in hell, having an argument in his room. 

he sucked in a tight breath, making himself as small as possible and backing away, crawling backwards on the floor, until Valentino swiftly moved his boot, digging the heel into his hand, subtle, but a clear message “don't move unless I tell you to” 

“DID YOU SPEND THIS?” vox shoved a receipt in Vals face, electricity buzzing between his antenna “yeah, so? I splurged a bit, what's the problem?” Val shrugged it off 

Vox's hackles raised, and his voice glitched “G-G-GODAMNIT VAL WEVE BEEN OVER THIS, you can't spend this kind of money, from our bank account, without telling ME-” 

-SMACK-! 

Angels un-swollen eye widened, as he stared at Vals raised hand, and vox’s cracked screen 

Val had just hit vox. It was almost laughable, if it hadn't been so terrifying, vox, the tv demon, the media overlord, and even more terrifying, he hadn't fought back, he had just taken it? 

Vox looked up at Val through fingers covering his cracked screen “Val-” 

-SMACK-! 

-SMACK-! 

“VAL!” vox had caught Vals wrist, the rings in his eye pulsing. Val glared at him, “You ungrateful-!”  

“Oh, so I'm the ungrateful one?”  

Vals eyes widened, as Vox's screen cracked itself into a grin “do you need a reminder of why you’re here?” vox grabbed vials face with his other hand, squeezing until his claws pierced skin as Valentino tried to pull away 

“have you forgotten that I made you? You'd be N-N-NOTHING without me!” 

“I'm sorry voxxy, i-i-” vox slammed Valentino into the floor, pinkish blood pooling around him 

“don't call me t-that, I have put up with your SHIT, for too long” vox planted his boot on Vals chest, pressing on it 

“I have let you hit me, c-c-rack my screen, scream at m-me, waste my money on your ch-cheap w-w-whores, and I have been loyal to you the whole GOD-D-DAMNED TIME” 

Angel looked down and saw the blood getting on his hands and in his fur, he crawled back quickly and silently, before freezing up as Vals eyes shot to him 

Vox put even more pressure on Vals chest with his boot, before bending down to grab Vals face, and forcing him to look into vox’s hypnotic eye, “I l-loved you once Val, you ruined me, I'm s-s-sorry for ever being foolish enough to fall for y-you”  

Val wheezed, voice weak, “f-fuck you... vox” 

Vox pushed his heel through Vals chest, the sound of bones crunching under his boot echoing through the room, he silently lifted his foot, and angel caught a glimpse of the iconic silver-white glow that came from angelic steel. Vox had planned this. 

Vox stepped away from the corpse, looking around the room, angel froze as vox’s eyes caught his 

“... you weren't supposed to be here” is all vox said, looking mildly surprised. 

Angel tried to let out a laugh, but it just came out as a dry sob “it is my dressing room after all” 

Vox stepped toward him, and angel shrunk back, vox paused, before offering his hand, angel delicately took it, hand trembling. Vox grabbed it, and pulled angel up, angel swayed on his feet, vision blurring and dancing in front of him. 

Vox looked down at angels blood-matted fur, and his own blood stained shoes, “let's get you cleaned up, hmm?” Angel nodded, dizzy, and relaxed by Vox’s suddenly calming voice 

Vox lifted up the much slimmer demon into his arms and carried him bridal style down the hall, he was lucky it was night, and most of his employees had already gone home. When he finally got to the penthouse, he felt angel stiffen in his arms, but instead of heading to the bedroom, like angel expected him to, he headed straight for the bathroom.  

Upon entering he gently placed angel on the floor, angel swayed for a moment before regaining his balance and turned to face the tv-faced demon 

Vox had already turned away from him “clean yourself up, and feel free to use whatever's in the shower, I'll get you something...” he eyed the messy, revealing, outfit that angel was wearing “...decent, to wear” And with that, he shut the door behind him, leaving angel alone with his thoughts 

The water was still hot, one of the perks of being rich, angel supposed, it ran down his body, soaking his fur as the pink tinged blood ran down into the drain. Valentinos blood  

He supposed he must've still been in shock, because he was crying, crying because Val was dead. Isn't this what he had wanted? Hadn't he been praying for Vals death? Shouldn't he be over joyed right now? So why did his heart ache? 

Vox... why had he killed Val? Everyone knew that their relationship was the most brutal on-again off-again in all of hell, but had it really gotten enough to the point that vox felt the need to kill him? Remember? A small voice in the back of his head whispered Val HIT vox. He broke his screen, he was being abused the voice whispered just like you 

Except vox wasn't like him, because vox had the power and resources to get out, he had just taken it, done whatever Val wanted him to, because Val owned his soul – his soul. Was he still under contract? Was he going to lose his job? Oh god, how was he going to get his fix? He needed his job! His breath started speeding up, his chest rising and falling as he gasped, his eyes flitting wildly around the room 

What if vox killed him for seeing Vals death, what if he-! 

“ANGEL DUST!” he flinched, quickly responding “y-yeah?” he heard vox sigh outside the door “thank Satan... I was starting to think you had drowned yourself!” vox let out an uncomfortable chuckle, before he heard a faint shuffling, as though someone was placing something right outside 

“there's clothes outside for when you're done, I-... take as long as you need” angel waited until he heard the tell-tale sign of someone walking away before turning of the shower and stepping out. Opening the door just a crack to make sure no one was outside, he took the neatly folded towel and clothes and held them close to his chest. 

Towel first, he quickly rubbed his fur dry with what may have been the softest towel he had ever touched. Next, the clothes, they were fairly simple, a pair of navy sweatpants, and a neon teal t-shirt emblazoned with the bright red vox-tec logo. 

After double and triple checking to make sure he looked good, he stepped out of the bathroom into the dimly lit apartment, “Mista Vox!? Ya here?!” a door shrouded in shadows opened, and there stood vox, in a clean version of the suit he had been wearing before, no longer stained with blood, the other new thing about him, was his screen, it was no longer shattered, instead, all that remained was a small crack in the corner. 

“you’re out, good.” vox walked towards him, his movements, calm and practiced, as if he hadn't just murdered his boyfriend. Angel just nervously fidgeted with his hands, watching vox until he arrived at the door, and opened it. “Well? You coming?” vox asked, a slight teasing lilt in his voice. Angel felt his shoulders relax marginally, he didn't want thanks for saving angel. Angel gave a pained smile  

“Y-yeah...” 

As they walked into the elevator, angel stood awkwardly next to vox, who seemed wholly uninterested in the entire ordeal, this vox was nothing like the friendly charismatic one you saw on tv, or the bitter, vengeful, short tempered one he saw in the dressing room, this one seemed cold, and tense, and... anxious? 

“Why’d you do it?” the words left his lips before he could stop them, vox turned to him, raising one eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

“Valentino? You kill-” vox’s hand shot over his mouth “Valentino, hasn’t been seen, in 2 hours, hardly a reason to say he’s dead” his face went cold and stoic “unless you want to be the one who killed him” 

Angel dust wasn’t stupid enough to not get the barely concealed threat “stop talking unless you want to be framed” he looked down at his feet, “Sorry Mista vox” 

Vox looked down as well, “but I suppose if someone was to kill him, it might’ve been because they realized he was growing too powerful, perhaps they thought him a threat to their power... or perhaps they were just done with taking his shit.” 

Angels eyes widened, he hadn’t expected vox to actually tell him anything, he opened his mouth to say something, but in that moment, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened in front of them, he sighed as vox strode out in front of him, he quickly followed as vox stalked through the halls of the studio. 

After a solid 10 minutes of walking, they arrived at a small side door, vox opened it and held it for angel dust, he stepped through the door, to see a sleek navy limousine, a small, heterochronic, aquatic demon quickly opened the door for him and vox, before getting in the driver's seat. Vox looked at him, raising an eye brow 

-oh 

“The hazbin hotel please?” 

The demon looked at vox, who nodded, the limo pulled out, and peeled off down the street 

Angel took this as an opportunity to see the limo, it was simple, a black interior, with cyan led stripes down the sides, none of the fluff or haze that Valentinos limo had. At least the seats were comfortable. Angel felt his eyelids droop, surely vox wouldn't mind if he rested his eyes for a minute, right? Right... 

Vox was incredibly tired. Today had been one of the most exhausting days of his life, between having 4 separate interview's, today was also the day he had decided to act out his plan, and murder Val. But one variable he hadn’t accounted for was Angel dust being there. The lanky spider knew what he had done, and he shouldn’t be risking him even being alive. 

But when he looked in the demons terrified eyes, his swollen cheek, and his fur stained with blood... he saw himself 

Which of course was how he ended up with the spider in question asleep on him He turned to look at angel dust, sleeping so... well certainly not peacefully. He was... shivering? Trembling? Both? He heard the demons breath quicken as he thrashed. “n-no please I'm sorry, I won't do it again please stop, Valentino!”  

Vox sucked in a breath at the vulnerable display, the logical side of his brain said it wasn’t his problem, but looking at this soul, tormented by the same demons he was, he couldn't help but feel a bit of pity. 

 Sighing, and knowing he was probably going to regret this, he shrugged off his suit jacket and laid it over him, his fingers lingering on angels back, he gently pressed his hand flush to the demons back, softly rubbing it until he felt the spider under him begin to relax, he ceased his circular movements, but let his hand rest on angels back, he sighed looking out the window at the hotel on the tall hill in front of them 

Charlie was freaking out, angel dust had been out for 4 hours past curfew, and hadn’t texted them once, everyone in the hotel (sans Alastor) had tried calling and texting him, to no avail 

“w-what if has dead! What if he got kidnapped! What if!” “Babe.” Charlie turned to her girlfriend, Vaggie, who was gently holding her by the shoulders “angels an adult, he can handle himself” Vaggie smiled comfortingly, but it did little to sooth Charlies nerves  

“But what if he's hurt!?” Charlie asked, desperation tinging her voice 

“Then that's on him kid” husker tiredly interjected “he aint your responsibility” 

“But-! wait what's that?” Charlie pulled herself away from Vaggie and went to go look out the window, a sleek navy limo was pulling up the driveway, far too nice for this side of hell 

Charlie stepped outside, Vaggie and husk behind her, Alastor was already outside, his trademark grin was tight, and his eyes were narrow  

“al... What's going on?” Alastor's grin sharpened “it appears our arachnid friend has caught the attention of another overlord!” 

At that moment, the car door opened and Vox, leader of the Vee’s, media overlord and tv demon, Stepped out. But he wasn’t the only one, because in his arms, unconscious, was angel dust. 

Vaggie lunged forward, spear pointed straight for vox’s throat, directly under his tv “what are you doing here” she growled 

He lifted his head, looking rather uninterested in her threat “well I was trying to return this to you” he said, motioning to angel dust, “but since you clearly don't want him ill just...” he stepped away, a sly grin on his face 

“you’d be smart to hand angel dust over” Alastor ground out, his teeth grinding together, his smile tense and forced.  

Vox's smile relaxed just a fraction, and he extended angel dust out to Alastor, who tried to pick up the delicate spider demon, but Angel simply curled into vox, holding him tightly, and whispered a single word to him

“stay”

vox whispered back “I can’t” and angels whisper was so quiet he almost missed it “please” 

So vox did 

[happypotato48]

Wandee Goodday EP 7 Unhinged Tangant Thoughts

Welp, i'm back to simping for Ai Phi Ter. god damn it, my hated for him only last a week i thought it would last longer than that. whatever i have no standards for men and and that hindenburg of a person is too much of a hot disaster for me to look away from.

this is a nice message and all but shouldn't there more set up for this?

well i appreciated that they tried to destigmatize mental health nonetheless. cause this topic is very much overlooked in thailand. like most older generations will outright tells young people to go to temples or get a grip instead of seeking professional helps.

Yak it's only been a few months give Dee more time my dude.

Dude i know you're mad and all but why you did that. go apologize to the poor custodian staff right now!

Eyebrows is right Dee stop making a mess and go smooch that hunk of a man!

Oh hi luke. i've never watch any of the shows he's in, but but but i had watched a behind the screen of a underwear photoshoot he modeled for and it was very very yummy :P

Make out make out make out. WHAT! don't look at me like that i said already i have no standards.

We are what we remember and liking Ai Phi Ter will always be a part of Dee, you just need learn to live with that baby boy.

How about you two dress up as a well adjusted people whose talks to each other for one, hmmm!

i'm still not going to the gym i don't care how many eye candies there is there i still hate exercises that are not walking/running. but also thanks for this shot show.

*Me when i saw this*

What with that face lol. i laughed so hard 🤣

Did you just came here in that outfit? this bitch has no shame.

If this were me he would already got me at free food. what can i say i'm easy like that.

Heaheahea that smile got me. he so slimy and evil. anyway what happened with what her face Ai Phi Ter!

*second murloc noise of the day*

And i both love and hate you for it you big doo doo of a man.

Ok this line literal translation is "why do you like to use violence like that" which i think is a better choice than what got subbed.

Thanks you gay gods and Yak for both giving me this look and for decking Ai Phi Ter in his stupid face.

You dumb bitches you dum-dums ahhhhhh.

Ok sorry, but crying over cringy bunny sextume will never stop be funny for me lol

saving budget bying never leave the room, smart moved but also give me japan god damn it!

God bless this mess of a man.

Oh comeon! don't drag this girl into this mess show just leave her alone with that other cute boy.

*third murloc noise of the day*

Ok you betted on this match for money didn't you.

Fucking finally!

It's not dull alright baby.

That was a hot mess oh my god, Yak feels off in this ep and yes i do think they're trying to go with mental health problems as an explanation but that was too underbaked for me idk. and for Dee i do get it that he still has lingering feeling for dr. devil but why did they made him goes to Ter's room in that outfit and not trying way harder to get out. i feel like they just went with the early draft of that scene with out changing with how much they've changed the characters. anyways i'm manifesting cherry magic th ep 8 energy for this ep and hope it was just a blip in judgement by the director.

[ultimatefartwizard]

NOT FUCKING AGAIN! THE MUSICAL ( TF EARTHSPARK MESSAGES AND MANDROID'S GENOCIDAL HORRORS EDITION)

Holy shit I am losing my mind... @monocle-teacup you better read this <3 (dead serious though cuz wtf)

Also of course as always, spoilers ahead this time for season 2 of earthspark so dont want it? skedaddle (s2 isnt worth caring about though, trust me)

Also again nobody go witchhunting or harassing anyone, this is discussion of media and someones poor takes on some clear themes in a show.

Okay you're using THE TERRIBLE WRITING OF S2 TO PROVE YOUR LITTLE HORRIBLE SLIMY GENOCIDAL GREASEMAN IN THE RIGHT???? WHY ARE YOU VOUCHING FOR HIM. WHY DO YOU SAY HIS IDEAS ARE RIGHT AUUUUGH-

How you continue to have terrible takes astounds me 💀 You can't be serious man how are you this like,,, braindead? And ignoring all of what S1 is trying to teach even before S2 came out? oh wait.

You choose your attraction of a gross ass man over LITERAL IN YOUR FACE PLOTPOINTS BECAUSE YOU'D RATHER MEATRIDE YOUR BABYGIRL MANDROID OVER EVERYTHING THE SHOW HAS BUILT UP. Not like you probably ever cared to connect any of the dots.

Oh, to help you do that, I have a previous post I made where I pinged you! You should read it before you read anymore, it'll help with what I'm about to preface here. Please READ IT.

Okay, time to dig into literally EVERYTHING ALL OVER AGAIN BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SEEM TO LET GO OF THIS MAN AND HIS OBVIOUS LACK OF HUMANITY IN HIM AND CONTINUE TO SEE SOMETHING THATS NOT THERE. I will start off by saying the quality of the writing for season 2 and season 2's entire disregard for season 1 don't discredit season 1, no matter what nonsense there is. I hate season 2 for all its going for thus far and its just genuinely a waste of my braincells to try watching it again. There are also things not specifically related to mandroid but are also pet peeves that show your lack of attention to detail.

How. Did you miss this. Humans have been living with bots for 30 to 40 years at this point they don't bat an eye at them because THEY THINK THEY'RE JUST SOME BOTS CASUALLY WALKING AROUND. They don't give a fuck about the terrans; only a select few know they are even earth-born bots. Transformers have been living amongst humans casually don't you think they wouldn't give two fucks and know not to gawk at random robots walking around like they just started existing?

You saw the Philadelphia episode (I hope? because you act like you haven't) or really any episode they are just chilling and walking around, you didn't notice nobody gave a damn? What about Optimus, Elita 1, and other bots? Would you randomly gawk at a group of sapient beings walking amongst you who've been there for a lifetime?

No.

They had to hide FROM GHOST not FROM THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE. Ghost would have tried to capture them and imprison them by deeming them a threat for merely existing, not humans as a whole. The fact you miss this entire detail is incredibly sad.

Okay now onto Mandroid stuff because you never stop meatriding him MY GOD

Huh, maybe you need to USE YOUR BRAIN and realize he was not protecting earth. He -thought- he was, because he perceived them as vermin who need to be wiped out and a threat to humanity. Like I said before in my last post DECEPTCONS DO NOT EQUAL ALL OF TRANSFORMERS OH MY GOD. Plus with this season its clear there can't be the same writers on this team. They have sacrificed the story for toymaking opportunities DON'T YOU THINK MAYBE HE'S NOT RIGHT JUST BECAUSE S2 SOMEHOW SAYS THE -CONS IN SPECIFIC (NOT ALL BOTS MY FUCKING GOD)- ARE TO NOT BE TRUSTED AND ARE DANGEROUS? USE YOUR CRANIUM THAT EVOLUTION HAS GIVEN YOU. Mandroid conflated every single transformer with a twisted ideal in his head born out of hate, not from a true sense of danger nor did he separate cons and autobots or unaligned bots in his head from the conglomerate "evil" he thinks they are.

As above so below, you're DEFENDING HIS TERRIBLE GENOCIDAL BEHAVIOR BY BEING LIKE "HE MIGHT HAVE DONE BAD STUFF BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY HE WAS JUST PROTECTING EARTH" over a giant guardian robot who's being mind controlled and had no intention to do this or will of her own. Why are you so adamant on convincing yourself he was a good or commendable man? Where is your basic comprehension of anything in this show at all. HE TRIED TO COMMIT GENOCIDE ON A WHOLE RACE OF BEINGS WHO HAD BEEN COEXISTING ON EARTH FOR YEARS. It's not something you can go 'erm acshually-" on.

He literally killed EVERYONE who was a transformer; even if their death wasn't permanent they still died because he saw them all as a disease needing to be eradicated.

He has no sense of humanity, only hate in his heart and the need to destroy. How do you think he was protecting earth when he had succeeded at murdering an entire population off the face of the earth even if it's only for about 5-10 minutes? HOW ARE YOU THIS BLIND TO MEATRIDE HIM THIS HARD.

I honestly doubt they knew about her, let alone understood the glyphs everywhere. They were just mapping ancient tunnels and figuring it out; Croft also probably forbid anyone from entering due to the DWELLERS, not Terratronus; she was well off course and well protected/hidden by dirt and freaky alien monsters. Even if they somehow DID know, GHOST probably just utilized Terratronus to justify imprisoning dozens of transformers; whether they were cons, neutral, or autobots that didn't want to be part of a government mass incarceration and control program. Mandroid probably didn't give a shit at the moment because he was busy trying to squash literal children like bugs. Shut up about this stupid attempt at the executives making money off of random plot bullshit and toymaking opportunities.

AS STATED IN MY LAST POST: YOU ARE CONFLATING DECEPTICONS WITH ALL TRANSFORMERS, AS MANDROID DID. ONE GROUP DOES NOT EQUAL ALL OF THEM, AND DOES NOT MAKE TRANSFORMERS AS A WHOLE DANGEROUS IF THERE ARE INDIVIDUALS WHO CAUSE TROUBLE. MANDROID SAW ALL TRANSFORMERS AS A THREAT EVEN IF THEY HAD BEEN LIVING WITH HUMANS PEACEFULLY FOR DECADES. YOU ARE HERE SIMPLY REITTERATING A STUPID AND NULL POINT THATS PROVEN WRONG AGAIN AND AGAIN IN S1. His reasoning behind his actions are "we need to get rid of these filthy dangerous vermin who are invading our precious planet." Also the chaos terrans being born evil is a horrible plotpoint and groups being born evil is terrible writing, just like the entirtey of Season 2 because these new writers on the team understand nothing about the show as is. (Yes, most of the writers in s2 never worked on s1)

This one. this one enraged me. This is the most recent post I'd seen about mandroid as of writing (june 8th) and you have SERIOUS AUDACITY to say this. HE KILLED ALL OF THE MALTO BOTS AND TRIED TO KILL ROBBY AND MO; WHAT MAKES YOUR FUCKING MANDROID LOVING SHRUNKEN AND POCKED BRAIN THINK THAT HE WOULD TEAM UP WITH THEM LIKE SOME BUDDY BUDDY ADVENTURE? HE ATTEMPTED AND COMMITTED GENOCIDE, UNETHICAL EXPERIMENTATION, CHILD MURDER, AND MORE.... HE WOULDN'T MAKE JUST """""SMARTASS COMMENTS""" HE'D STRAIGHT UP HATECRIME ALL OF THEM.

I'm not gonna be nice with this last one. You are incredibly media illiterate if not just lacking basic cognition to think he of all people would willingly team up with people he wanted to kill off during season 1. You watched the finale of season 1 and GATHERED NOTHING FROM IT. You, in all your 34 years of life, somehow have not obtained a single gram of "maybe I shouldn't vouch for and defend a person who's xenophobic and wants to commit genocide" despite enjoying writing and HISTORY. HOW ARE YOU ONE TO ENJOY HISTORY YET MAKE NO CONNECTIONS TO ATTROCITIES COMMITTED BY PEOPLE TO WHAT MANDROID IS DOING AND HOW THEY ARE WRONG AND ENTIRLEY UNFORGIVABLE. At this point I believe you to be willfully ignorant to pass off your crush on this man as okay and convince yourself he is right somehow; even going as far as to utilize this new season as an excuse for him.

Your audacity to think he is anything other than a pathetic horrible man with terrible and morally bankrupt goals and actions somehow will be nice to groups of people he hates astounds me to no end. The show gives you all you need to connect the dots and you haven't. I'm aware i'm likely talking to a brick wall because you're likely willingly ignorant to excuse yourself or will never read this but I will call out this nonsense regardless. It comes off as extremely weird and bordering on you just believing in the ideologies he spouts.

I will say this again to make it clear; Mandroid is a stand-in for people who believe in racist and xenophobic ideas, and will stop at nothing to destroy them. The transformers are an allegory for refugee immigrants, and the terrans are first gen decedents. You continuing to believe his lies and defending him just borderlines on you upholding racist ideals. (That might sound deranged af of a claim but considering the context... yeah)

TLDR for lazy people: This fool pinged in this post is claiming a character who ATTEMPTED TO COMMIT GENOCIDE as being in the right somehow with his ideals/actions and not a total morally bankrupt person. Meatriding getting in the way of logic.

-No cheers to you, Wizard and Cupid

[darkuselesssomebody]

𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟛 - dark!din djarin x fem!reader

complete masterlist | kinktober 2023 masterlist

kink || sex pollen

taglist || @silversprings-mp3

fandom || star wars (the mandalorian)

a/n || this is my first real dark fic, it is genuinely quite fucked, please don't judge me

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider

➵ din is quite ooc in this, set prior to the events of the show.

➵ comment/message if you'd like to be added to the taglist

warnings || smut/dark (dddne)

➵ kidnapping

➵ use of sedatives/aphrodisiacs

➵ mild choking

➵ unprotected sex

➵ slapping/mild violence

➵ some overstimulation

➵ degradation

credits had been low that month.

din was a damn good bounty hunter - every member of the guild knew it, but the universe had been unusually peaceful these past few weeks. he'd spent most of his earnings on fixing up the razor crest, leaving him with little left. he was fiending for a bounty.

so when some backwater guy in a backwater planet told him of a thief who'd stolen a host of items from him, din had agreed in the blink of an eye. the pay was good, the target was simple enough - exactly what he needed to get back on track.

"careful." the client warned before he gave din the tracking fob, "she's feisty and slippery. doesn't put up any meaningful fight, but a pain in the ass to keep secured."

so, when din passed a shady market on his way back to the razor crest, he found a guy selling sedatives - better, for dirt cheap. knowing most sedatives go for at least twice the price, he figures it must just be a bit mild, but decent for this situation. din doesn't miss the man's leer as he walks away.

"have fun..." he says in a knowing, slimy tone, and din's confused, but doesn't question it. his mind's on the bounty.

she wasn't difficult to track, nor to find alone. she's living in some dingy abandoned hut in the edges of a black market, likely trying not to draw attention to herself. there's not even a lock on her door, and din walks in while she's sleeping. she's on her stomach, the faintest hint of a snore emitting from her half-blocked nose, and din takes out the pre-made injection with the sedative. he flips her over for better access, covering her face with his broad, gloved hand, as he pushes the needle into her skin, injecting her bloodstream with the sedative.

at the sharp pain, her eyes snap open, and she whimpers, but it's all muffled by his hand. she tries to claw at his hand, and din can commend her for at least trying to fight back. but, it's fruitless, as her eyes start fluttering, and she goes limp, passing out. he picks her up, lugging her along under the cover of darkness to his ship.

a job well done, he thinks, as he sits her limp body in the passenger seat in the cockpit, before sitting on his own. he powers on the ship, taking flight, before turning on the autopilot. knowing she's well-strapped, he's ready to go ahead and take a nap, when he starts hearing small whimpers coming from his side. he turns around curiously, to see her - though still asleep - fidgeting and moving her legs.

his eyes widen behind his visor. is she fucking grinding on the seat? he immediately sits up, pants growing uncomfortably tight at the little show of arousal. he gets up, kneeling in front of her chair, as he waves his gloved hand over her face, to see if she's awake. her mewls are sweeter up close. fuck, he's hard.

she's still in her sleepwear. the planet he picked her up off is hot - thank gods - and her legs are only clad in sleep shorts. his gloved fingers force her thighs apart slightly, morals blown to the wind in the pursuit of soothing his cock, and the leather fabric finally reaches her wet - correction: dripping - cunt, as her mouth lets out the sweetest little moan.

it morphs into a scream as she awakens, though, trying to close her thighs instinctively. his grip is harsh, squeezing the life out of her thighs, as he forces her legs open even wider - muscles stretched almost uncomfortably. her lip quivers in worry at the intimidating mandalorian in front of her.

"don't resist, and I won't hurt you." his modulated voice is cold, and rough, and she doesn't dare disobey. her eyes travel down to the blaster at his side, before running back to him. whatever he injected her with was still coursing through her veins, making her brain foggy and her cunt pulse. she can't help the moan she lets out as her fingers brush against her clit again, her entire body jolting violently. it contradicts with the tears in her eyes: stemming from her fear of the man in front of her and the fact she'd have to have sex with the strange, terrifying bounty hunter.

din pauses for a moment, to turn back to the - now empty - bottle of the sedative he'd bought earlier. it had coagulated from the oxygen it was exposed to, and had turned a deep, cherry red. an aphrodisiac, he realizes, now understanding why the sedative had been so cheap. it had been cut with an aphrodisiac, likely supposed to work as a date rape drug. he sighs, placing the bottle back. might as well make the most of it.

he stalks back towards her, and she's looking up at him with fearful doe eyes, upset at her predicament, and at her inability to disguise how badly she needed to be taken care of by her captor. she only squeaks when he harshly forces her calves up to bend her body in half. her mouth parts in soft, breathy whimpers, and it makes his cock pulse.

he forces a hand to her throat - if only to keep her still - but her eyes widen horror, making his lips curl into a smirk. he squeezes once, just for the fun of it, before reaching down with his free hand to force his pants off. his cock stands, hard and scary, and the sight of it makes her body twitch in anticipation and excitement, and a ragged breath leave her lips, eyes wide in anticipation and fear.

he forces her ankles over his shoulders, leaning down against the chair to really cage her in and force her body in half. he pulls her shorts up to her knees, not bothering to pull them off completely, as he already has access to what he wants.

"you don't have to do this..." she whimpers, though her cunt pulses for him, her blood on fire - from both his heat and the drug. he stays dead silent, before roughly stuffing two covered fingers into her, making her squeak out in pain and pleasure. he forces them in deep, wiggles around for just a second, making her eyes water, before pulling them out, and smearing the liquid over her cheek.

"but you want it so bad." it's worse because his tone doesn't sound mocking, but more observational, as if it wasn't him violating her, but rather, her own body. before she can protest further, he pushes his cock into her, and she's more than wet enough to just slide right in.

she can't help the high-pitched, needy moan that tumbles from her lips, his fingers flexing around her throat as he hisses through gritted teeth at the sensation of her tightening and pulsing walls hugging his cock. he was half-sure it was the fear that made her so tight, only amplified by the drug in her system, and fuck, did it feel good.

he doesn't wait, fucking into her roughly, unleashing his frustrations of the slow month into her needy cunt, as he saw her protests overshadowed by the increasing sounds of her moans.

he fucks through a few of small, quick orgasms which were spurred by the drug, and she'd gone fully dumb, not even bothering to protest, and just letting her eyes roll back and her moans ring out in the cockpit. he's close, and can tell something deep is building in her too, as she's unable to ground herself, leg muscles flexing as she desperately tries to survive the wave of pleasure about to overtake her.

just to see her eyes widen in worry once more, he brings his thumb down to her clit, pressing on it harshly, in a way that was only pleasurable once you got through the pain of it. as he wished, her eyes stare up at his in indignance and pleading - begging him to stop the action - as she writhed in pain, before her breath caught in her throat, and she cums so hard around him, she thinks she's passed out.

when she finally opens her eyes back up, panting and drooling, he's stilled inside her, pumping her full of his cum, making her wince as he pulls out. the effects of the drug are gone, and the reality is sinking in.

she looks at him with anger, disgust and dread, which makes him smirk under his helmet. for the fun of it, he delivers a smack - though not too hard - to her cunt, making her whimper and jolt, before getting up, and returning to the pilot's seat.

he starts landing the razor crest to deliver the bounty. maybe he'll use the credits to deep clean the chair she's creaming and crying over.

[thevioletcaptain]

Hey! I made the post with the rec list featuring your fic The Lord Tests the Heart and I just wanted to come by and tell you that i fucking love that fic okay. Like I reread it at least once a year because it’s simply so juicy.

The exploration of God being, not just a villain, but this slimy stalker with a billion toys and an obsession with one. And just the overall idea of this immortal being taking in interest in Dean Wincher out of pure apathy. Amazing. I think I personally have that same Chuck-like insane fascination with the line, “You burn his world, and it galvanizes him.” Like for some reason it just stuck with me for fucking long and i love you for that.

And the choice you made to make it in second-pov? Genius. Show stopping. Incredible.

I also read, way back when i was a sad horny teen, your short drabble called Divine. And i genuinely thought, and still think, it’s one of the best proses of subtext sex i’ve ever read. You’re a great writer and I think about your work often. That’s all!

My natural response to compliments is to burrow into the earth like a frightened mole, so I'm sure you can understand that this message had me 🤏 this close to crawling under my desk.

Thank you so much for including my fic on your rec list, and for MAKING a rec list (there simply aren't enough people doing that these days imo), and of course for your lovely, kind words here 💜

For anyone who wants links: The Lord Tests the Heart Divine its-alittleobsessed's rec list

[bellygunnr]

Knight Out on Downtown Dialtown

Knight rider x Dialtown. Good fuckin' luck.

The alley behind Bunny’s burger joint is dingy. The signs plastered everywhere for people to “get their own trash” don’t make it any better. Actually, the gap between brick-and-mortar stores is surprisingly full-up with random filler, but the taped posters and graffiti can’t obscure the rank scent or the squelch of mud and refuse pounded into the cracked pavement. At the very least, it’s well lit, and the only major obstacle doubles as your destination.

A dumpster. A violet, heavily tagged dumpster, which— if the locals were to be believed— also doubled as a rental.

You hesitate, though. You lean back against your car, letting your head tilt back until the back of your helmet rests against the t-top structure. Red text appears in the corner of your visor, bringing a wry smile to your face.

This place is awful, Michael. Surely no one actually lives here?

You’re no good at texting back. “He pays rent and everything, KITT,” you say aloud.

You have to be careful not to activate the external mic. Thank GodPhone-God that Bonnie had deigned to add a toggle. Gave you and KITT some privacy while you both struggled your way through the city, whose populace was… interesting. Definitely jarring. Made you itchy, too. The racing helmet you and KITT chose is heavy and hot, the air cooling unable to keep up all of the time. And, well. You’ve both been running at orange since you rode in.

“Michael,” KITT imposes quietly. “We should find that Mr. Jade. That way, if he isn’t here, we can go to a car wash. Or a decontam chamber.”

Fuck. You unfurl yourself away from KITT’s chassis and stretch until your spine cracks. Your shuffling echoes.

The button to hit the mic takes a few chin waggles to fully depress. You hope the tell-tale clicking doesn’t tip people off anytime soon.

“Is there a Randal Jade here? Oh, that’s loud, KI—”

KITT, did you put on the amplifier, goes unspoken, because you bite your tongue. Your voice still rattles the alley, having been pitched way louder than necessary.

Yes, KITT messages plainly.

The dumpster rattles ominously. Trash goes flying as someone pops out from the top, bandaged, bloodied hands gripping the corrugated metal. KITT quickly identifies the Phonehead as a Nokia 3410 which you know is more for his benefit than yours. It just also happens to be Randal’s.

Why does he have “fuckface” scrawled on his head? KITT sends.

How the hell are you supposed to know? You’re wondering that yourself as you wait for Randal to get situated. He seems to struggle, or maybe your shouting disoriented him. Way to go, Michael.

“Um, hey there,” Randal says, slightly breathless. “I’m— I’m Randal Jade. You should just call me Randy, though. Am I in trouble?”

“No, no, no, Randy. You’re not in trouble!” You hurry to placate him for some reason. “I’m Michael Knight. I’m with the Foundation. Why don’t you, uh, come outside so we can talk?”

Randy puffs himself up slightly. Or as much as he can. He seems to be getting the shakes, propping himself up this long over the edge of the dumpster.

“Why don’t YOU come inside? So we can talk? Since this is my house and all…”

He’s got you there, KITT whispers in your ear.

You don’t honor KITT with a response. You both know that getting into that humble abode is not a fucking option.

“Do you really want me to come inside, Randy?”

Randy sighs and hefts one leg over. He falls to the ground in a heap. The thud isn’t as heavy as it probably should be.

“No, not really,” Randy says, staring up at the sky.

You approach him, offering a hand up. You’re not sure if he makes any sort of eye-contact, but his buttons and dim screen stare into your visor for what seems like an eternity before he accepts the help. The bandages are slimy against your palm. Sweat is visibly running down his neck.

KITT wordlessly provides a visual of Randy’s body and relevant vitals. Diagnosis? Some kind of terrified. He probably thinks you’re a cop.

Randy gets his feet under him, but you can’t stop yourself from giving him a pat down or hanging onto his elbows a little too long. You have a feeling if you don’t play your cards right, he’ll crumple into a wet paper ball…

If you think he is riding in my cabin, you are mistaken.

“Thanks… for that,” Randy says.

“Uh, yeah. No problem. Uh. Right. I’m Michael. From the Foundation. Apparently, you may be the only witness to a crime. I need your help.”

Randal stares up at you. He seems to shrink back slightly. You have to step back so his head doesn’t knock against your helmet as he bows it meekly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. “I didn’t see any crimes.”

“That’s the thing! You did! It was just a very plain-sight crime and are you actively bleeding through your bandages?”

You can’t help yourself. You’re too wound up to not notice the spreading red on his hands, even as he tries to hide them. Even KITT is highlighting the issue, which seems to be taking precedence over his distaste in being in this situation.

His hands and arms appear to be covered in bite marks. I cannot identify what from.

“When am I not bleeding through my bandages?” Randy asks, laughing a little. “You know how it is. Work runs out of first aid supplies…Just can’t keep up with PURE, UNFILTERED AVIAN RAGE. And how bad I am at wrangling them…”

He shrinks back in on himself, arms wrapped around his body, hands tucked away. His voice had swelled with momentary bravado that immediately cracked on the vowel and kept breaking all the way down.

You’re glad the helmet hides your expressions. But it also impedes your impulse control. You delicately grab Randy’s wrist and tug him toward not just yourself, but KITT, whose wheels crunch audibly against the pavement.

“Michael,” KITT says warningly.

Randy squawks and tries to bolt. You clamp down on him, and he’s not even heavy enough to pull on you.

“What— who was that?” Randy whispers.

You ignore him.

“KITT, come on. The IFAK’s still in there, right? It doesn’t even have to be inside the car—”

“I didn’t have covert murder on the list of ways I was going to die,” Randy says, “and I’m not sure if it’s better than the swans.”

“Murder? Michael, he thinks you’re going to kill him!”

“I— I’m not! Randy, who would even want to kill you?”

What is GOING ON. You didn’t even mean to say that, but Randy takes it and runs, gesturing with his free hand and mumbling incoherently. In your peripheral, you see KITT start to inch backwards, utilizing his “Silent Mode” for all it’s worth, apparently.

“KITT! Remember what you said about the public transit!” You cry out, marching after him.

“Who’s KITT?” Randy squeaks as he stumbles after you.

You debate asking why KITT even broke cover, considering their circumstances, but you have a feeling you know why. There’s no way you’re getting Randy back to the hotel on foot, after all, but both this alley-way and Randy’s, uh, eau de Desperation, will never get out of the upholstery. It’s never getting out of your clothing, either. So.

KITT makes a retching sound in your ear. New and gross. You don’t know if you should praise him for learning a new trick or scold him for making you sympathy-gag. But as you determinedly drag Randy behind you, KITT rolls to a stop and pops both doors.

“Randy—” You start.

“Kidnapping has to be, a, uh, vertical movement right? In terms of living conditions?” Randy asks.

You don’t say anything. His bandages aren’t even well-applied, really. KITT probably would have told you if he was infected, though.

Not even Devon can get you out of kidnapping and murder charges, KITT messages. It takes all of your willpower not to react.

“I never did agree to come with you,” Randy clarifies. “But we both know I’m not strong enough to get away, so why bother! This might as well happen!”

That… would make it kidnapping. You did plan on taking him to a second location. His injuries just threw you out of sorts. Even more out of sorts than you already were, and KITT’s sheer distaste for the current mission, well. Maybe you should take it from the top.

Very gently, you kneel down, clasping his hand more tightly between your own. Waterfowl, sweat, and fear would presumably be flooding your nostrils if not for the very over-engineered helmet over your head. You drag your thumb across his knuckles.

“Randy. I am serious. You can help us with this case. I just can’t let an injured man bleed out on my watch. Let me help you. So you can help us.”

Randy’s fingers wrap around yours. His free hand scrabbles at the back of his head’s paneling, apparently embarrassed by your display of chivalry. A tiny, aborted beeping sound filters out from within.

“Wow. You— you know what? Okay. Okay. I’ll go with you. If it’ll really help,” Randy says.

For some reason, you get the distinct impression he’s blushing. Maybe because his neck turns a darker pink, now that you can see it from the ground. Your pant legs are ruined, actually. Why did you do this?

Randal’s vitals have heightened. I dare say he’s attracted to you.

“You would know,” you mutter internally.

I heard that. Hurry up. This alleyway is going to ruin me.

To your surprise, Randy helps you back to your feet. The effort makes him visibly wilt and more sweat pours off of him in waves. Delicately, you nudge him over to KITT’s passenger door, which is still ajar.

“This is KITT, by the way. He’s my partner. Are you familiar with the hotel?”

Randy throws you an odd look, or what has to qualify as an odd look with a Nokia for a head. But he pries open the door and peers inside, hesitant. You cross around to the driver’s side and unceremoniously dump yourself in.

KITT’s voicebox is looking more like a face everyday.

“…Which hotel? Um, uhh…”

You decide to give him a minute while you look for the IFAK and manually take KITT out of silent mode. He gives you a low tone of reproach in your helmet, but quiets down as he apparently cottons on to how the low whine of the turbine soothes you.

“Hello, Randal,” KITT says.

Randy chirps.

“Are you— the car?”

“That is close enough for now, yes. You’re in good hands now.”

You throw a suspicious look at KITT’s vocoder, which pulses in time to his voice. He’s speaking lower and smoother than usual, and your skin prickles oddly. First, he blows cover, then he starts flirting? Maybe you’ll let him keep it up. See where it goes.

“Am- am I? Hey, maybe I should just get out and walk… I just realized your interior is REALLY clean and—”

KITT lurches forward with a rip of his engine. You snatch the steering yoke to at least pretend you’re driving before he truly hands you manual control. Sedately, you nose back out onto the streets. Dialtown traffic has wound down somewhat.

“Do not. Worry. About that,” KITT lies, in a tone of voice that says Randy should be worrying about it.

Far more kindly: “Why don’t we begin with your day? We could start with the swans.”

One of KITT’s screens starts showing a black-and-white rendition of a swan. It has a paper shredder for a head.

You should be commended for driving like nothing is wrong. You didn’t see the paper-shredder fowl when you had scoped out the park. Too busy losing it over the condition of the grass at the time (and chasing Little Billy away from KITT; he had… interesting vocabulary).

Randy sinks low into the seat to accommodate his… head. Phone. He trembles visibly, presumably in agony.

“We have time if it’s a long story,” KITT says coaxingly.

“KITT—” You start on the internal mic.

You proposed to him first. I am merely following through.

“And I’ve heard that one before…”

Randy’s hands move and writhe as he stops and starts, clearly trying to pick his way through— whatever got him into his specific mess in the first place. It’s going to be a long drive back to Uptown Dialtown.

[munchymuchy]

First Stinkface story-part 2

{This is part two of my first story, hope you enjoy it.}

Jason lay on his bed facing the ceiling "Did I really just do that? did I actually just do something like that???" Jason couldn't believe he had given in to his urges and it somehow worked out? Jason couldn't believe his dick was between the most famous cheeks in the world.

He started thinking to himself "Holy fuck... is he gonna tell anyone??" Jason sat up in a worry knowing that he could be most likely exposed. This worrying thinking was cut short when his phone got a notification. He quickly grabbed his phone and said he got a notification from Instagram..it was from Rikishi.

Jason gulped and opened it with the first message popping up saying:

Kish-Hey there bud! Had a great time yesterday, hope I didn't push you too hard lol.

Jason: Hi, look what happened yesterday was just a one time thing and was very professional on my part. Also i would like to keep this out the public eye. thanks

Jason put down his phone and shut his eyes thinking that was the end but that was a lie. His phone buzzed one time but he ignored it. It buzzed again and another time "God dammit what is it" Jason said getting annoyed by the notification. He picked up his phone and his eyes widened on what was on his screen.

Kish- Aw. Why so professional? Don't you miss this ass?

Right under that message were two pictures of him. One was him showing the side profile of his ass with clothes on, but that still made Jason's dick twitch a little. The other picture was Rikishi with no pants or underwear on but it still has a side profile. In the other picture, you could see those stretch marks and dimples that made you cum 4 times. Jason almost pulled his dick out but then a final message came up.

Kish- tell me doc? you do home calls?

Jason sat here staring at the message staring with his cock leaking precum and twitching. He typed yes but didn't send it at first out of hesitation until he remembered rikishi knows what he is. Jason sent the yes and rikishi sent his address.

[Time skip to when jason arrives at rikishi's house]

Jason stood at the door hearing what sounded like soft R&B music? Jason started to head back to his car thinking to himself "What am I doing? Am I crazy or something?" Just as he said that he heard the door click open behind him and a voice yelled out to him "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Jason turned around to see Riksihi in the doorway wearing nothing on besides a robe. Without thinking Jason turned around and went into the house. The home was dimly lit with candles and the R&B music being louder in Jason's ears.

Jason felt two big arms wrap around his waist and then Rikishi leaned in and whispered in his ear "You ready for me to back.this.ass.up....again?" rikishi said licking the man's ear lobe in the process. Jason nodded his head and then Rikishi let him and started to put a chair in front of Jason. "Sit." and with that command, Jason sat in the chair quickly. Rikishi smirked at how obedient the man was, he also notices that the man's dicks was almost bursting out the seams of his pants. "looks like you're pretty excited there, here lemme help" Rikishi pulled the zipper from Jason's pants, and pulled it down exposing his leaking dick. His dick even popped above his boxer giving a clear view of everything.

"Whew, would you look at that you really excited to see me? Hope you're because i gonna milk every last drop of that cock" As he said that he turns around drops the robe revealing his bare ass to Jason. Without warning Jason lunges forward and puts his face between the cheeks and licks his hole. Rikishi was surprised by the sudden ass eating he was receiving from Jason but he didn't complain, having something warm and slimy at his hole felt amazing. All the stimulations to his ass caused a couple small farts to slip out. Jason didn't care about the rotten smells coming from the big ass he was making out with, he loved the smell and taste. Rikishi moaned as the boy was still going to town on his ass but suddenly stopped because he felt a short sharp pain in his gut.

This big man reached from behind and pushed Jason's head away by a few centimeters "Ooh man, you really wasted no time there boy" Rikishi said chuckling and looking back at Jason whose mouth was covered in saliva and crack sweat. "Now let's get started with this" With that rikishi lowered his cheeks to wrap around the man's rock-hard cock. Jason moaned at the feeling of his big Samoan again on his dick. The cheeks were warm and the stickyness from his spit started to make his dick wet. Rikishi started to go down with his cheeks still around the dick almost like he was twerking. Wet slapping filled the room and Jason felt like he was getting close so he started grasping at his ass cheeks until Rikishi stopped and clenched on it causing the man to yelp out.

"Hope you're ready for this gas son, it's gonna be a long one," Rikishi said feeling the sharp pain in his gut again and then letting a sputtering fart out vibrating on Jason's dick. The smell instantly caused Jason to cum quickly in Rikishi's crack, causing the large man to chuckle "That was quick, Hope you don't expect to stop were just getting started" Rikishi said looking back at the man and resuming back to the up and down motion.

*A minute later*

More farts and wet sounds filled the house. Jason's felt his vision getting blurry and his legs getting weak. "Fuuccck how many times have I cum? A-am I still alive? What day is it?" Jason asked in his mind as a 400-pound ass kept his dick warm and wet. Not only was there a bunch of cum stuffed in the wrestler's crack but it also dripped on the floor. Jason started to feel his eyes getting heavy, like he was gonna pass out until something was shoved into his mouth. It tasted tangy and almost bitter and the rotten cheese smell almost made his eyes pop out of his head.

It was one of Rikishi's thongs! kish chuckled at the man's reaction when he shoved his dirty and partially shitty thong into his mouth "Don't need you passing out on me just yet, you gonna miss the best part." Jason looked at him confused "What do you mean by bes-" Rikishi got up but still was bent over showing all the jizz that was trapped between his ass. Jason had no idea he could produce that much cum THAT many times, the way the cum dripped on the floor from the man's ass caused Jason's dick to stand up. "Holy shit, you got more in ya? Haha welp don't worry ill let you go you're way...after this!" He spread his asscheeks wide so Jason could get a clear view of how much he came. Rikishi grunted and pushed a 5-second bubbly fart spraying jizz on the man in the chair. Jason quivered feeling his already raw dick cum one last time before completely passing out.

*An hour passes*

Jason groggily opened his eyes thinking everything was a dream but to his shock, he wasn't dreaming. He tried springing up but he couldn't something on his back wasn't letting him. It took him a second to realize it was a hefty arm. He starts to process where he is and what's going on. He was on top of a sleeping rikishi in the bed. All Jason just sat there wondering "Wow...maybe this could..this could be a great thing."

[autobot-ratchet]

MTMTE 53-55

MTMTE 53

very cute how many people are calling Tailgate “slugger” now

SKIDS AND SWERVE ARE SO SWEET... I'm just soaking up as much time with Skids as I can, either this issue or the next one is the one where he dies and I know it's gonna hurt all over again

it's also sweet that Drift suggested everyone record a final message. It's funny in a very bittersweet way how he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, he just never applies any of that to himself

aww, Nautica's improptu amica ritual... she loves them and wants them to know, to make it official........

“Yeah. Later, eyebrows.” bites my knUCKLE SO HARD IT BLEEDS

god the tension in the scene where Chromedome and Rewind separately but simultaneously find out exactly where Dominus went is killing me lmAO good on Drift for calling Rewind anyway. Good on Rewind for giving Rodimus a good punch too, it's been a long time coming

god. Rewind having to make the choice between losing Dominus for good or losing Chromedome... so fuckign good. It was so good to see all the “Rewind is a bad husband who cares more about Dominus than Chromedome” talk just fuckin hard stop after this issue came out lmAO Issue 44 spelled it out with words but people straight up didn't read those so this one made it crystal motherfucking clear and I am still so grateful

fdsjkghfjk goooOOODDDD, THE FUCKIN PARALLELS TO ISSUE 15... The use of one of Drift's swords, Rewind making a life or death choice, Chromedome losing the same fucking arm, the panel of Chromedome curled up on the ground in the exact same way but Rewind is with him this time, fuckgfhjsdks this arc fuckign rules it's so gOOD

love this conversation between Cyclonus and Whirl too, love that Whirl just comes right the fuck out and says it, “Hey are you dating that guy you like yet? Did you talk about the trauma? Like, actually talk??? Bitch???????? Tell me about your gayass feelings, I am going to force you to say it out loud” he's RIGHT and he should SAY IT!!!!!!!!

“I suppose I'm afraid.” “Good! Me too! You think anyone here isn't scared?” TELL HIIIIMMMMMM

“You're a good captain, Rodimus. The better captain...” CORRECT. ALSO GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND FIGHT

“Thanks for traveling with me” *salutes* anythign for you........

MTMTE 54

“I'm sorry, Rewind- I can't deal with that right now.” ehuehuehuehuehue I know that reference

Overlord's petty bullshit is significantly less entertaining when he's doing it at Chromedome, you keep Rewind's name out of your slutty, slutty mouth

“I thought someone I love had died.” punCHES THE ARM OF MY CHAIR REPEATEDLY

“Is it getting hot in here?” GNAWS MY ENTIRE HAND OFF

yeah nope just Skids remembering Grindcore has started the waterworks, it still hurts just as much lmAOgfhjdsk

jhdfkjsthank you Tailgate for making me laugh, hell yeah, punch that dude's head off

that panel of Roddy breathing fire is still so hot lmAO

I do love the confirmation that Megatron's change of heart was all Megatron, the “fool's energon” may have made him think he was being drugged, but it was never the case, it was all in Megatron's head and that is very much the point

Oh, Skids... Ohh, Skids........

oh you fuckin slimy bitch, I forgot that Tarn orders Deathsaurus to throw all his men at Megatron while secretly having his own guys fall back

I do find it kinda funny that after so long of wanting Megatron to stop fighting and killing people, the comic now makes us want very much for Megatron specifically to Kill These Fucking Guys So Hard Please

oughdfjk Nautica holding Skids's body...

MTMTE 55

man it's so fucked that the crew saving some organics came back to bite them in the ass, they were just trying to do good...

ooh I forgot that they used the distress signal on Deathsaurus. Well, more like they used it in general and Deathsaurus was particularly vulnerable to it

still fuckin LOVE Nickel abandoning Tarn, I gather up all the canon instances of Tarn being a cringefail loser and I roll around in them like a pig in mud

I TAKE ALL THESE PANELS OF MEGATRON KILLING THE DJD ONE BY ONE AND I SNORT THEM LIKE CRACKED COCAINE

“Everything you did was for nothing.” MOANS AGGRESSIVELY

sorry okay I'm normal now, love Rodimus going out of his way to rescue Megatron lmAO this was another thing I saw people complain about, they should've just left him, he killed the DJD so he had his big moment and now he can die for his crimes, but nah, that ain't what it's about. It's about Roddy being a good person, that's all there is to it, he could save him so he did

Megatron is going through it. I'm trying to remember the nuances of this moment because just taking it at face value, it looks like Ravage used his last words to beg Megatron to stay a Decepticon and then Megatron proceeded to immediately throw the Decepticon badge/mask away the instant he saw Terminus but I'm trying to remember if that was the case or if Ravage was saying “don't go back to being a Decepticon,” OR if he was even talking about factions at all and he meant for Megatron to never doubt himself so much again and the badges are merely symbolic

still sucks that Censere took Nightbeat's advice and started saving people instead of just cataloging them and it got him killed so fuckin fast

oh shit that's right, the fuckin Galactic Council threw a geobomb at the Necro planet ghjdfks well rip I guess, hell of a way to end this arc

god. This arc really was just a constant stream of dubs for me personally lmAO so many bad faith theories and takes were debunked, like Rewind valuing Dominus over Chromedome, the fandom's poor understanding of Tarn was fucking obliterated, I got my boys Drift and Ratchet back, it was great lmAO It was especially great because like I said waaaaaaaay way back in the preface for this whole retrospective, this fandom made me feel like a complete fucking idiot for having faith in this comic and this arc not only affirming all of my theories and feelings (except for Tarn being Roller) but explicitly debunking a lot of takes and theories I thought were bad was pure fucking magic lmAO it made me start to realize that I'm NOT an idiot, actually, my reading comprehension is good, better than all these people who are so rude and aggressive about asserting their opinions, and this is a good fucking comic that I was right to have faith in. THAT'S why the Dying of the Light is my favorite arc

[artintimages]

HYPNOSIS II

Paul sent a text message to Sophie and Joseph late on Friday afternoon, saying he was driving nearby and would like to see them as he had a quick matter to attend to. Although they were surprised by their recent friend's contact, they did not hesitate to welcome him. Paul, however, would not stay long on this visit. When he was welcomed outside the house by a couple of friends, he already had the hypnotic coin in his hand. Before they even greeted each other, Paul snapped his fingers, and put Joseph and Sophie into a trance. Then Paul gave instructions:

"Sophie, you will spend the weekend with me, we will go to a mountain cabin, and a friend of mine who is curious to meet you will go with us. Go to your closet and separate only the naughty, short and tight clothes, and that expose your incredible breasts. Also take your most indecent shirts. Don't take any bra, just the smallest panties for the trip there, very short and tight jeans, and a loose white blouse, so I can go. smoothing your breasts on the way. By the way, Joseph, after we leave, you're going to take all of Sophie's bras and throw them in the fireplace, because we won't need them anymore. so there's no need Sophie will leave her cell phone here with you. If someone sends you a message, you respond as if it were her, saying that you'll get in touch later.

Don't worry about my friend, because if I allow him to have sex with her, they will be protected. We can't take the risk that another man besides me will get her pregnant. As the concern is only with the pregnancy, she can make him cum in her mouth, since she likes it so much. Anyway, that's it. I will leave this hypnotic coin with you, and if you are confused at any point, you look at it, and your trance will return to normal."

Then, Sophie emerges from inside the house with a small suitcase of clothes, wearing tiny denim shorts and a very low-cut white blouse that barely covered her nipples, and high-heeled sandals.

"Oh, God! You´re looking like a fucking whore, Sophie! I loved your outfit!!! Look at those boobs popping out of the cleavage, showing part of the nipples! My goodness!!" said Paul.

And completed: "Congratulations, Joseph, your wife is truly a beautiful slut. But now we have to improve that, and we will turn her into a cum slut, my cum slut, and in the future you may have benefit from this. But in this transformation, she won't be able to drink your poor husband cum, that doesn’t satisfy her anymore, but only mine and whoever else I want. Swallowing husband's cum only makes her a naughty wife, but that's what she already is. So for now, this trance will make her feel disgusted by your cum, but very pleased by other men's cum, especially mine. Don't worry because I'll take her out of this trance later too, maybe."

And Joseph replied, "Okay, Paul, no problem. If our goal is to turn Sophie into your cum slut, I don't see a problem with that."

And Paul added: "Well done, Joseph, you are a very understanding husband, congratulations."

"Let's go, I want to get there in time to take a shower together and then we'll have a long night of wild sex."

"Yes, Paul, let´s go! I´m anxious! ." Sophie replied, still a bit catatonic.

Then Sophie said goodbye to Joseph and said, "Joseph, don't forget to burn all my bras like Paul ordered, okay? Love you!"

And then they set off down the path to the summer cabin. On the way, Sophie sucked Paul's dick while he was driving and before they arrived, he had already cum in that soft, warm mouth, filling it up with his fresh slimy cum.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, Paul's friend Carl was already there and met them at the door. Paul introduced Sophie to him. He greeted her, hugging that stunning body barely covered by that revealing outfit, taking the opportunity to check out her curves with his hands. So Paul said:

“Well, I'm going straight to the shower and put on my pajamas. Sophie stays here with Carl, and suck his dick, and then you get to know each other better. Take off that blouse already, Sophie, you won't need blouses while you're here with us. Your beautiful breasts should be on display, there is no reason to hide them.”

Paul left and went to the bathroom.

Carl sat on the sofa and Sophie got rid of her blouse and also her denim micro shorts, keeping only her tiny panties, a tiny piece of cloth that covers almos nothing. She went to the sofa and put his hands on Carl's pants, who raised his arms and crossed them behind his head.

Sophie opened his pants and took his dick out, and it was already very hard. Before starting to suck, however, she brought his breast to new friend's mouth and let him kiss and suck her nipples. Then she lowered her head and gave Carl the best suck he had ever got in his life, putting his balls in his mouth while handling the hard phallus and then taking it all in and sucking gently, gradually increasing the speed, making Carl moan with joy. horny with the caresses of that soft mouth.

"Oh, fuck!!!! This is really a blowjob for a king!!! Your mouth is so soft and warm, and you suck as a goddess!"

Sophie answeder: "Yes, Carl, I´m Paul´s cum slut, and I love to suck a cock like yours, huge, hard and tasty!"

Carl couldn't hold out for long and then exploded into an intense orgasm, ejaculating copious jets of sperm into Sophie's mouth, who couldn't swallow it all, and let some drip down her chin, neck and breasts. Then she smiled at Carl, got up and went to meet Paul, who was taking a shower.

As she approached, Paul saw Sophie with her face, neck and breasts covered with cum and said: “How beautiful you look, Sophie. You really are a stunning woman and it's a waste to be just one man´s. You deserve to be worshiped by multiple men and your reward will always be lots of cum, like this. Get in the shower with me, to wash yourself, because I'm so horny and we´re next going to bad for an incredible sex session. I wanna cum inside you, and also all over you.”

And Sophie replied: “Yes, dear Paul. I am your cum slut, you must impregnate me and cover me with your cum, so I will be a better wife for my husband.”

“That’s right, Sophie. This will all awaken unimaginable excitement in both of you. It will be something extraordinary!”

After the shower, they went to bed. Sophie lay down on her stomach, and Paul by her side. He admired her stunning nude body, and caresses her with the tips of his fingers, all over, softly, while she rested for a while.

Then Paul said:

“Sophie, you’re such a incredible woman, with a stunning face and body. Your boobs and ass are real masterpieces. How did you get married to a bureaucrat? You were worthy of a big, virile man who could take you vigorously, day after day, and display you in all your exuberance like a trophy. You deserved to live in a sumptuous mansion, like mine, and not in a semi-detached house in the suburbs.”

And Sophie answered: “I was in love, Paul. Joseph is a good man and husband”.

“Love, love, love!! Then, love is what made it with you… Ok. At least you found me, Sophie. I will be personally committed to ensuring that you enjoy what this perfect body deserves, that is feeling much pleasure and, of course, to give back much more pleasure to men than you have been doing."

And Sophie asked: “And then I’ll be a better wife to Joseph?”

“Sophie, my darlig, of course you’ll be a better wife, as you evolve as a woman. Joseph will be so grateful to me, at the end of this process. And also to you”.

“Paul, why Carl is here with us”.

“Carl is here to help us, Sophie. Let me explain… Carl is a handsome guy with intense sexual appetite. As my goal is to transform you into a sex goddess, it is essential that, at this stage, you already have experience with other men, and Carl is just perfect for that. You won't just be my cum slut and personal whore. I want you to be sex goddess, a woman that men look at and desire to fuck. A woman who is not afraid to expose herself, and who wears clothes with the intention of attracting attention and making men and women want to possess you. And Carl was so kind to come and help us. Tomorrow you can have a lot of fun with him and don’t forget to thank him for his generosity.”

“Oh, I undestand! He was really kind in helping us, so!”

"Sophie, we´ve rested enough. Let me lick this stunning body now!"

"I´m all yours, Paul. My body is yours. I´m your personal fuck toy and cum slut. Do whatever you want and so I´ll be a better woman!"

[bonyassfish]

IT’S FINE IF YOU DON’T LIKE BIG MOUTH BUT PLEASE CEASE FROM THE FOLLOWING:

1. “Netflix cancelled [insert Tumblr’s show of the week] for another season of big mouth waaahhh.” actually, Netflix canceled your favourite shows because keeping them on means paying creators residuals and they wanna keep as much money as possible. it is a shitty business practice, but it has nothing to do with the success or failure of other shows. Netflix is a huge, huge company with near unlimited resources. it’s not like everyone is sitting at a big conference table like “oh should we renew this indie show?” “no we can’t we need more big mouth money!” that’s not how this works dude

2. “big mouth sexualizes children” big mouth does not sexualize children. yes, the kids talk about sex and sexuality, but it is absolutely not meant to be titillating. guess what? 12 and 13 year olds do talk about sex. they do have questions about their own sexuality. and yes, they sometimes masturbate. but keep in mind that big mouth is an animated show with adult voice actors, so it’s a way to talk about child sexuality without actually involving any children. it’s not meant to make you, the presumably adult viewer of the program, horny in the slightest. it’s supposed to make you cringe a little but also go “oh god being a kid is fucking rough”. honestly, as someone who works in sex education, it’s  pretty incredible to have a show discussing things like asexuality, consent, identity, love, family, religion, body image, etc with such heart and empathy. beyond all the dick jokes and shock humour, the overall message of the show is really just “be kind to yourself and others, and accept yourself for who you are”. it’s funny because there are many shows that do sexualize children and are never called out in the same way. on shows like euphoria and riverdale, the sex scenes between underage high schoolers are meant to be sexy. how is that not sexualizing children??

3. “big mouth is ugly” ok, that’s a personal preference though?

4. “nick kroll is ugly/seems creepy/looks slimy/is probably sexist” have you considered that maybe repeating antisemitic tropes about a jewish man isn’t the cool woke hot take you think it is?

is big mouth a perfect show? of course not. they’ve made mistakes, and yet they’ve always sought to correct themselves. for the first four seasons missy, a black character, was voiced by a white actress, but they changed it and brought in a black actress to voice missy. in season 3, their explanation of bisexuality vs. pansexuality was definitely a big miss, but in the seasons since they’ve really improved and had interesting discussions of bisexual identity with characters like jay and jessi. they also continue to employ john mulaney despite the whole chapelle thing but idk that’s a newer controversy.

so in conclusion, hate on big mouth all you want, but stop accusing the show of being the reason Netflix cancels things, stop accusing them of sexualizing children, and stop being antisemitic toward nick kroll

[tenfaceandthree]

Noble would wake up in the morning to find all the food in his place to have been replaced with fish. All types of canned fish. Anything cooked replaced with cooked fish. Fish paste. Fish oil. Everywhere was nothing but fish

Noble had woken up and though he had checked his phone to see if he had any pressing emails or messages to get too, he barely registered the day other than that it was the start of April.

Stretching and lightly scratching his back, he rolled out of his warm bed and headed to the kitchen preparing to make himself something to drink while he did some yoga. It was still way too cool to do it out on the balcony but he could still do it in sunlight. God, he missed Texas's warmth.

Arcana obediently followed him, the two walking into the kitchen and Noble immediately going to the window to open the curtain. He could register that there was a strange smell but his tired mind couldn't comprehend what it could be.

Trying to shake off the sleepiness, he went to his fridge and blindy groped for the handle of his pitcher in the bright light. Once he had found it, he pulled it out and fished out his water bottle before beginning to fill it. His mind was wandering with ideas of what to give Arcana for breakfast and when he would see his boyfriend again, and he was just reaching up to wipe extra crust from the corner of his eyes when he heard a deep plop! and felt water droplets land on his skin.

Blinking and looking down into his cup, even through the blurriness in his eyes, he swore he could make out a fish tail. Putting the pitcher down, he grasped the slimy fin between two fingers and lifted the hefty fish out of his cup. It looked real, it smelled real, but what was it doing in his fruit wat-

Andrew.

Dropping it, he quickly turned, his body and mind filled with a wakeful adrenaline as he tore through his cabinets, counters, and fridge. Canned fish, fish oil, fish paste, cooked fish, raw fish, fish. It was all FISH.

"ANDREW!!! DARLA!!!" He yelled into the quiet apartment, not trusting that the two weren't hanging around to see the aftermath of their chaos. "If y'all asses are in this goddamn house, y'all better get the fuck out here right now or so help me Jesus almighty!!!"

[panzershrike-pretz]

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Warnings(?): near death experience, violence?? yeah those things

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At first, the small mission seemed easy enough: go inside Miss Pigeon"s time loop, find her and deliver a message. Easy enough; both Enoch and Seamus had been through worse.

They were certainly not fond of each other's company, but Miss Peacock had a way of carefully crafting her plans - if she felt like Enoch and Seamus were a good match for this one, she must've been right. They still doubted it, though.

As they walked through the ruins of the city, absolutely devoid of any life besides some rats here and there, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"How do we know Miss P is really here?" asked Seamus, walking with caution, a rifle perched on his arms, ready to fire if needed. Something inside him almost begged for him to turn around, find the exit and flee the scene. It was a familiar feeling that he knew all too well. "This place is too quiet for a normal loop, for fuck' sake."

"Maybe she likes the quietness?" Enoch rolled his eyes at the man, looking around. The ruins were enveloped in a deep fog; it was hard to sees anything. Seamus had a point, though - why was Miss Peacock so certain that Pigeon would be here? The two women haven't contacted each other in possibly decades!

Enoch stopped suddenly, grabbing Sam's arm as he slowly looked down. The boy was used to dealing with some pretty disgusting stuff; his job was to clean dead people, for the love of the Gods', he'd seen a lot - but this was different. It was a black, smelly and slimy thing just like Pax's saliva. Or maybe his blood.

"There is a Hollow here" he said, his tone shifting to a quick whisper as his eyes darted around. He didn't feel it, which was a bad sign - he was certain he had trained enough to catch any signal of a Hollow. Why did it fail?

"We gotta go, then" Sam's grasp on the gun became harder as he heard Enoch's voice.

"Well, we can't just leave Miss Pigeon to deal with it!" the other took some steps back, nervous. He usually would feel the creature's presence before stepping into its drool; why wasn't that the case now? Was it something new? A change in Regulus' way of creating those things? And even if they had a mission to accomplish, there was no guarantee if Miss P was even still alive.

"Whatever the fuck is in here with us probably already had a good taste of bird flesh and will come for us" Sam's ears were turned back as he tried grabbing Enoch to get away from there - but the other boy was frozen in place.

Enoch freed himself, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, trying to not inhale the smell that the drool gave off. His mind was racing - he could feel something inside starting to wake up, a faint line being drawn through the fog in search of the Hollow.

"Stop, I'm sensing it," he said, slowly, trying to focus. It was hard to pin exactly where the monster was, but eventually, he felt it.

In his mind, a weird silhouette of the creature formed as he started to connect with it from afar. Too far to make up exactly how big and dangerous it was, but knowing where it stood was certainly enough.

A little problem was: if Enoch could sense the monster, it was just close enough for it to sense the boys too. And that was never good.

He could feel its heart starting to race as it too sensed them, too many tongues testing the air for the smell as the creature got up from wherever it was and started moving.

"Fuck" Enoch whispered. He shoved Seamus down behind a half-destroyed wall, his breath almost impossible to catch up to.

"What? What is it?" Sam tried to shake him, but it was not of much avail to make En come back to his full senses. "You feel it. Where the fuck is it? Enoch! Answer!"

"It- it is- it..." his voice disappeared for a moment, his eyes wide in fear as he kept his full attention on the invisible thread that connected him to the monster.

Unlucky for him, though, Sam was not with a lot of patience as he slapped Enoch across the face. "Fuck, Enoch, talk to me! Do you have some kind of fuckin' shellshock or something??"

"Stop!" He almost yelled. "Lower your fucking voice, that thing will hear you and i'll not be the one to tellyour dear Dean that you were fucking eaten alive!" he spat, then took a deep breath, looking around. "We can't go home. It's heading to the loop's entrance. It's tracking our smell."

"Fuck."

"And it is big," Enoch finally said. Now that the monster was just close enough for him to somewhat make out its size, his body couldn't stop from shivering in fear. "That's it. That's how we die. I hope it eats you first."

"Stop bitching. If you tell me where it is, I can shoot it" Seamus said. He really wanted a smoke right now.

Enoch stared at him and slowly looked down at the rifle. If the situation wasn't so panicking, he felt like he would die laughing.

"You really think this fucking shit will hurt that?"

"It's strong enough to hurt a person really badly, I don't see why not."

"If you wanna tickle that thing with your rifle, then by all means go on. I'm sure it'll love it before a good meal like yourself. And then me, as dessert." Enoch couldn't help his comments, an idiotic grin on his face. "You just have no idea what we're dealing with here, right, war-boy?"

Seamus' eyes were locked on Enoch's; he was focusing really hard on not punching that stupid face as he heard the boy's words. No, the fuck he didn't know - he never had to fight a Hollow, anyway! Just Germans, Wights and occasionally an almost rabid ambro-user.

"Yeah I'll make sure they write on your tomb 'Captain S. Finnegan (1920-1765) dead by stupidity'." Enoch went on, rolling his eyes in disgust - and promptly going absolutely silent as he felt the connection with the monster getting stronger. “Shit.”

Sam, although unable to see or feel the creature, couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over him. It was clear as day and he felt it before a lot of times: the feeling of prey being stalked by its predator. It was a small voice that screamed in his head to run away, as fast as he possibly could, like a deer running from a pack of wolves.

"Don't," Enoch said, softer than ever, placing his hand on Sam's arm as if he could read his mind. He too wanted to flee, but they damn well knew that would just accelerate their demise.

The creature's steps shook the ground with tremors and rubble fell from a pile of destroyed walls just across from them. The monster's smell was too bad to be ignored. Disgusting.

It growled with every breath, not too loud but also not too low. Enough to make your bones shake and your heart race.

A sniff or two later and it stopped, head just slowly poking over the wall, following its tongues as they licked and sensed the world - too close for comfort.

Enoch pushed Sam harder against the bricks, trying to get far away from the tongues as he could, claws leaving marks on both Sam and himself. Even if the other couldn't see or feel it, En's reaction was enough to know it was right in front of them.

It slowly turned its head around and Enoch could get a better view of the Thing. It had a lot of eyes on the top of its massive head - but only one on the side, and it had a massive gunshot hole in it, from where blood dripped down.

It was hurt. Something had already hurt it. The question now was: how did something hurt it?

Someone had done so.

Miss Pigeon.

Both of them stopped breathing, afraid it would make the creature tilt its head and actually see them with its working eyes - but it didn't do so. It already knew where they both stood, less than a meter away. It was only playing around with the food. It wanted the thrill of the chase, not just some easy meal.

One of its tongues made its way through the wall, slowly gripping around the gun - Sam had no choice but to let the monster take it. It lifted the rifle above its head to take a good look, the tongue slowly crushing the metal. Just a show of strength. It was smart enough to instill fear, so it could follow both of the men's smell.

When the gun snapped, practically bent like a boomerang, the best tossed it away, with no interest at all and decided to make a break for it.

It let out a deep roar as it turned its head completely at them, going for a bite - just slow enough that Enoch could let out a yelp and duck along with Sam, both jumping away from the monster's bite.

They made no ceremonies before starting to run, turning their heads around to see the monster crash headfirst against the wall they were just in, making it tumble down like it was made out of paper and not bricks.

The chase was on, and it started following them - and was quickly catching up, as each of its steps covered a lot of ground.

"Why did you let go of the fucking gun?!" Enoch asked, almost tripping over himself.

"You said it would be useless anyway! I would rather lose a gun than my arm!" Seamus pushed him with his shoulders to help him get back on his feet; as their paws scraped on broken glass and jagged rocks, their mind couldn't keep away from their hunter. Yes, each step hurt - but nothing hurt more than the burning blood dripping with fear going through their bodies, while being followed by Death's little dog.

"Well, we'll lose our lives!" Enoch stopped abruptly, biting down on Sam's tail to make him stop too with a scream as the building in front of them collapsed.

One of its supporting walls went flying as the monster jumped out of it, now covered in dust enough so that. Seamus could see its massive silhouette.

They both were quick to change their route so they wouldn't run right to the thing's mouth, a rush of adrenaline taking over their bodies - each muscle felt like it was on fire, but they really couldn't have the privilege of catching their breaths. Yeah, they could end up straining something, but who really cared?

Sam for a moment wished that Pax was here. Sure this one was way bigger than him, but it would still be easier if Pax appeared to battle it - unfortunately for them, though, Pax was probably being pampered safely at home by Olive and Claire, thinking all was good with both Sam and his owner.

Sit! Stop! Stop! Leave us! Enoch tried to spit out every word he could think of in the form of the Hollow's language, with growls and barks, but at most it caused the monster confusion. Why was its food talking in its language? That was not one of his. It wasn't even its owner.

That seemed to anger the creature even more. It was hurt and the chase was just making it's blood flow more through the eye-hole - it angered the Hollow that it's prey was still alive and running. Sure it wanted to chase first, but now the play was turning into more of an obstacle.

It felt hunger - the throat burned and the stomach felt like pure acid. The only thing that would stop the hunger was the peculiar flesh and souls of Enoch and Seamus. If the monster's brain wasn't a rotten maggot soup, it would've simply attacked them when it had the chance back there. And now its patience was running low.

The monster roared once more as it used a pile of bricks to get impulse and jump over the boys, stopping them on their tracks as soon as it turned its massive head and smacked both against the ground with its tongues.

"FUCK!" Sam screamed, feeling the beast grab him with its tongues and lift him off the ground as if he weighted close to nothing. He fell upon a pile of glass from a broken window and, without a second thought, grabbed the biggest shard he could find - as much as the cuts and scratches hurt his paws and body, it was his only weapon of defense anyway.

Enoch groaned as the monster stepped on him, something cracking under its paws, to keep him in place while it tried to eat Sam - tried to, because he wasted no time with the shard to stab the monster's tongue, being freed and dropped from way-too-high for his liking.

Sam let out a painful groan as he landed on his shoulders. His body was sore and hurting so bad he couldn't move at first.

The beast let out an agonizing screech, shaking its head before going in for a bite.

And bang.

It stopped midway through, confused, looking around for where the fuck the shot had come from. One of its tongues trailed through the monster's neck, tasting the blood from its new found bullet hole.

"Hmmm, fuck" Enoch said, trying to lift the monster's paw to no use. He felt the connection to the thing tremble, but not enough for him to be certain that it was about to die.

Sam didn't dare do breath, the shard still on his hand as the blood dripped down on his body. He couldn't see it, but the smell and wet feeling were there. Maybe if he didn't breath too loud, the monster would forget him?

Another shot came, from another side and the monster let out another scream, louder, as the bullet only scraped its shoulder. It stepped back, letting Enoch free, trying to understand what was hitting it. Or trying to hit, anyway.

Seamus took a deep breath as he crawled to Enoch, grabbing by the scruff of his neck to pull him inside the building they were beside. Both scared to be seen by the creature - and badly hurt, but taking the chance anyway.

"It's Miss Pigeon, I know it" Enoch muttered, finally trying to catch his breath. "She's somewhere out there shooting at it."

"Well, the Gods know for how long until it finds her," Sam said, shaking his head. "How are you? Broke something?"

"Hmm... maybe. I don't know. That fucking beast stepped on me."

"Better broken than dead, that's what I think-"

Their small talk was cut off by another growl and the Hollow's head breaking through the glassless window frame. It tried to fit one of its paws too, ending up stuck - but not enough that its tongues were out of use.

Seamus put himself between the monster and Enoch, growling back at it - when out of weapons, his own teeth would have to do. He whipped his tail, defiant, bared teeth and all. It wasn't everyday that a Köbek took a completely wild posture against something, but that was one of those occasions.

The Hollow immediately went for him, the tongues gripping his arms and pulling him for a better grip around the body - but Sam wouldn't go that easy. With the most disgust he ever felt in his life, he sank his teeth in one of the monster's tongues, by sheer luck, shaking his head violently to rip it off.

He fought, clawing away at his predator and biting hard enough for the tongue to start being cut from the beast's mouth. He tried to wiggle between, battling against pure strength and muscles - he knew it would break him in half if it got a good grip, so he tried to keep the monster from doing so.

But Sam was in no way made of steel and he wouldn't be able to keep the fight for too long. "Stop! Let me go!" he tried to say, through a mouthful of the monster's almost ripped-off tongue, quickly beginning to lose the fight. He had only one set of teeth and four paws, compared to dozens of tongues - the disadvantage started to show really quick.

STOP!, Enoch yelled, gathering himself enough to try and go through the beast's brain. The monster didn't immediately listen, but Enoch was not one to stop. LEAVE HIM! LET GO! STOP!

It growled back at him, losing its grip around Sam to try and focus on not letting it's mind be taken by the other boy. it was nothing like Pax's mind - or even close to maybe Clementine's or Emmett's. Enoch had taken over other Hollow's minds before - and wild ones at that, just like this, but somehow, this one's mind felt harder to go through.

“C'mon, Enoch, you can do this!” Seamus spat. “Its loosening!”

LET GO! LET HIM GO! STOP! SIT! SIT! DOWN!

It wasn't as easy as hes hoped for, but Enoch felt it slowly giving up, the more he yelled commands at it.

Seamus let go of the bite, unable to keep up, out of breath and energy. He could only stare at Enoch, pleading with his eyes for the boy to keep trying.

Good boy. Yes, good boy. Leave him. Leave him alone.

The monster's eyes were fixated on Enoch's face, but slowly he started to free Seamus from its tongues, going numb as its mind started to give up and to obey Enoch. it hated the feeling of numbness with every cell of its body, but he was commanding - just like its Wight does.

It snarled, baring its upper teeth as saliva dropped from the mouth, creating a disgusting puddle under it on the ffloor.it had never been called a “good boy” by its owner and the words felt good - even if it wanted desperately to break from Enoch's grip and slash his head off, so he would shut up.

Yes. Leave it. Good. Good boy. Good boy. Let him go.

Seamus wiggled out of the final grip, stepping back, eyes darting back and forth from the dusty silhouette to Enoch.

Who are you?, Enoch asked, reaching out. He might have been severely injured by the creature, but it didn't stop him from moving closer to it - enough to rest his paw upon its nose. Who's your owner?

It wanted to bite his arm off. The smell was sickening. But it couldn't.

P… aaaaan… paaaaaaan… seeeeeeyyyyy………, it answered, slowly, trying to figure out how to form a word - the name it knew, but never pronounced before.

“Pansy?” Enoch repeated, and even if it was not in the monster's language, it seemed to perk up as it heard the name. “Pansy. Its owner is Pansy.”

“Isn't she, like… Regulus right hand?” Seamus asked, sitting against the wall, staring down at his own paws covered in cuts and scrapes. “His little bitch-toy?”

“Yeah. I thought she was in jail…” Enoch looked over his shoulder to the man. “Has she… escaped?”

“Why don't you ask your big friend here?” Sam huffed, looking up. “It must know.”

Enoch looked back in the creature's eyes, black as night. Is Pansy free? Did she send you to kill Miss Pigeon?

It tilted its head.

Y……. EeeeEeEEEeee…… sssss

Enoch felt a small shift in the air, then jumped back just as the place's door flew open from a kick. Dust went up, as a winged woman made her entrance, holding in hands a gun probably too big for her. She didn't look scary, apart from her weapon - she was a small, older woman with a pretty flowy dress, tiny glasses and silver hair.

The worst thing about her? The shot that came out of the gun. Loud. Bright. Right in the middle of the Hollow's head.

It seemed to not feel anything at first, but then its head dropped. She killed it.

Enoch's heart started to calm down, as the connection between him and the Hollow faded. He felt the moment the beast's heart stopped, and nothing more after it.

The boys used a moment to gather themselves, before looking at the woman once more.

She put the gun down against the wall, using her hands to clean the dust off of her dress and putting loose strands of hair in place again. She fiddled with her glasses before giving them a soft, shy smile. She had an overall calm demeanor, innocent like any elderly woman.

"Madam Aurora Pigeon, it is my pleasure to meet you, dears." She had a low sounding voice, too gentle for someone who just shot a Hollow in the head and, as she approached both of them to help Enoch get up, they noticed she also had a missing leg - replaced by a self made prosthetic.

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck?" En couldn't help himself. He couldn't wrap his mind around this old, gentle-looking woman who just saved his life. With a giant gun, no less.

"Now, now, we don't use those words around here, young man" she said, helping him up. "Now would you two be lovely and follow me to my house? I am sure whatever it is you are here for can wait for a good bath, warm meal and a check up on your injuries."

Seamus quickly helped the woman as the three of them left the Hollow's dead body behind, to fade as doon as the loop resets it self in a few hours.

The fog had lifted just enough for them to take a look around and take in the distruction the monster had made.

Pigeon shook her head, hands behind her back as she walked in front of them.

"You see, I am extremely grateful for you kids" she said. "That thing spent a week roaming around my loop."

"You think my broken ribs were worth it?" Enoch muttered, in disbelief, staring at the woman.

"Enoch, I swallowed that thing's saliva. Stop whining." Sam cut him off, a playful look on his face. Different from En, the veteran wasn't used to defying a Ymbryne such as Miss Pigeon, even if he wanted to swear the rest of the day off.

"Yeah. You did, right? You really went right into that thing's jaws to save me." Enoch laughed, somewhat disgusted to be able to see the Hollow's blood on Sam's fur and clothes. "Thank you. You did great."

"And you made it drop me. It was actually impressive.” Sam smiled at him.

“We make a good duo.”

“Don't ever say it again.”