#hang out that’s in tune with character. so fucking excited

[gazeboarcade]

ladies 👯‍♀️ and germs 🦠 I have good news! I wrote 3 paragraphs of my Saw fanfic today, so who’s gonna nominate me for a noble peace prize??? Kicking my feet

[dollyichi]

I’M ALL YOURS

kaminari denki x f ! reader ᯓ★ m—dni. 1.6k words. established relationship / eating out / tongue piercing / f!ngering / spit / reader is inexperienced / not proofread

denki adores his girlfriend who tends to let her shyness get in the way at times. but today, for the first time, you asked him for something as bravely as you could—and he gladly gives it to you.

denki’s head rests on the top of your lap, playing with the frills of your dress. usually when he comes over to hang out with you he’d get all touchy and clingy which always leads to him on top and fucking you—but today, he’s just sweet.

clingy and touchy but without that extra spice that he always brought. you admit to yourself that you’re not used to it, but you’re not one to really initiate either. he’s always been patient and caring when it comes to you too.

your run your hands along his scalp and he happily closes his eyes. “feels nice baby.”

to you however, it seemed out of character that when he was kissing you earlier didn’t lead to anything more than it usually would. only a soft hand on your hips, not even pulling you on his lap. and then he’s pulling away, laying his head on your thighs and humming a soft tune. he thinks it’s adorable that you pouted after, and he gets excited when you chase after him to kiss some more.

in a way, denki was internally keeping it together not to jump you, and he’s trying real hard. even the feeling of your hands on him, playing with his hair, caressing his cheek—he thinks he’ll get hard from just that. and when you traced his lips with your finger? he thinks he’d cum on the spot.

you spend time together almost everyday, and getting to fuck you at the end was so nice especially since you’re slipping out of your bubble just for him. he was never aggressive with it either, it was something that felt just right. he always asked first, teases you into it from time to time. it always felt comfortable and safe. though, he thinks that if he kept making advances all the time, you’d get the wrong idea and think he’s just horny all the time when he genuinely treasures you. he can’t help it though, he just loves you a ton and wants to show it. the urge to plant it in your head and make your body get used to his.

in contrast to you trying your best not to push your thighs together since he’s right there and think that you’re such a pervert. you’re just as needy as him, if not, even more (though he’d disagree).

ironic, right?

“d-denki…” you whine, softly tugging on the tips of his hair and he looks up at you with a smile. “yeah princess?” you felt the warmth reach the apples of your cheeks from just the pet name. “i want a kiss.” you blurted out. denki immediately beams at your request, sitting up excitedly. “yeah? where do you want it?”

“j-just anywhere… anywhere you like.” it’s adorable to him how you keep averting your eyes. it must’ve taken so much from you just to even ask him. your lips are still puffy when you both made out earlier. so he targets a different place instead, wanting to see if he’s already got you sensitive in those areas too. in an instant, you feel his soft lips trailing along your skin, hitting the sensitive sweet spots on your neck and you’re whimpering. he giggles, whispering “it’s nice that you’re feeling good from this baby.”

your fingers twitch the moment his tongue teasingly licks below your ear, clutching on his sweater. the way you’re already mewling from that had the tip of his cock twitching.

“you like that baby, or you want more?” he’s always so nice and considerate. you recall the time he always reassured you that if you wanted something, you just have to let him know.

“in a different place…” you start, trying your best to tell him but your voice ends up becoming small little croaks. hesitantly you take his hand that was on your thigh, leading it slowly on your skirt. pressing the tips of his fingers on your dress that’s just above your cunt.

you always thought his mouth felt so nice to kiss, always imagined him going down on you and eating you out till you couldn’t cum anymore. fantasies in your head that you thought would never see the light—until today.

denki flashes you a surprised smile, “aw baby you want me to eat you out?” you nod in reply, looking to the side. your heart’s beating so fast you think if you look at him you’re going to collapse. this was going to be your first time receiving too. you didn’t know what to expect all you wanted right now was his mouth on you.

denki wants you to look at him, and challenge you a little more. tilting your chin with one hand to make you look at him while the other is already sliding in your skirt.

“i’m all yours baby, you just have to say it one more time.” you blink, already begging him with your eyes and it could’ve been enough for him. he just wanted to hear you since it’s not everyday you asked him for anything like this. he remembers when you started dating, even holding hands caused you to shy away. it even took a bit before you eased up when he has you in his lap.

you huff, lying down on your pillows, “i want you to k-kiss me down there too.” even that’s getting him all shy.

he doesn’t reply, instead, keeping his eyes on you as he moves further down on the bed. already hooking a finger down on your panties. you help him by pulling up your skirt and suddenly it’s just too much for him. you’re just so needy right now that he’s not used to it, and he wants more of it. you just look so cute.

finally seeing your cunt on display it’s already so shiny from your slick. “awe baby you’re so wet.” you only respond with a whimper, the hold on your skirt tightens while you wait.

he’s spreading your legs apart and you could feel his breath on you that causes your thighs to twitch.

denki pushes your hands down that’s still holding up your skirt, wanting to see you. your lips quiver when he plants soft kisses. the way your juices are already building up and his little pecks are getting stickier and sloppier by each touch.

your lips quiver as you watch him. his mouth’s opened slightly sticking out his tongue. you watch as a string of spit lands on your clit. it’s so lewd you think, that you’re already squirming in front of him.

he licks a long strip on you, and you’re already bucking your hips. and he eagerly let’s your grind on his mouth, diving his head even deeper and you’re put in your place when he starts to suck.

you shudder when the cool metal of his piercing pokes at your clit. denki thinks it’s be fine if he drowned from eating you out like this. but he was so punishingly slow. taking his sweet time and making sure he’s looking at you. you bite your lip trying to focus on his mouth but getting distracted with his stare. your legs jolt when he teasingly pokes out his tongue again to show your clit bouncing off of it.

embarrassed you cover him with your puffy skirt, and he chuckles underneath. moving it away to hold your hand.

his other kept busy while you’re too busy on his mouth on you. fingers already inching their way inside, curling them upwards that causes you to squeal. “feels good princess?” sending vibrations on your pussy and you’re moaning out his name with no shame. and everytime you feel the metal from his tongue, your pussy tightens around his fingers.

you never felt this way before. getting teased on the front and inside he’s going to make you cum without his cock and it’s getting you nervous and excited at the same time. like a rush you’ve always had in you that’s finally letting out.

denki felt like he was in heaven, hearing your pussy gushing on his fingers along with the melodies of your moans. soon, you’re calling his name when you felt that tight knot, breaking each second when he’s moving faster.

he’s unconsciously rutting his hips on the mattress, getting off on your pussy. you taste so good and your scent is driving him crazy.

eventually taking out his fingers because he wants you to cum from his mouth alone. “so c-close…” your voice is so weak from feeling so good. chest heaving, chasing your climax. grinding against his mouth again and he happily lets you. chasing after your hips with his tongue. you’re so close and he’s moaning at the scene of you.

“you liking it baby?” denki feels something in him switch when he sees the drool forming at the corners of your mouth. “you’re so good baby, the best.” he praises. it felt hazy, the feelings of his lips sucking on your clit so eagerly. “h-hah so g-good- mmhh~”

he pushes your thighs down, giving one last suck on your clit and you’re moaning out his name. cumming so well it hit so hard to your head you were deaf for a second. eyes watery when he’s taking all what you let out for him.

twitching when you hear him gulp down and you’re feeling so lightheaded. plants soft kisses on your thighs while you calm down before he pulls away. crawling on top of you while he wipes his slick covered chin.

“did you like that baby?” he was still so excited, wanting to hear you. wanting to know how it felt for you since it’s your first time.

yet you always surprise him.

you smile at him so sweetly with half lidded eyes, placing a hand on his bulge that’s so tight in his pants. “i think i want more…” and he grins down at you. thinking how you’re not so shy anymore when you’re so fucked out.

he’s already excited for the future when you get more confident and ask again, cause he’s always ready to give you all of him.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i was definitely possessed writing this. denki i need u so bad come home to me now! definitely the type to lie down on your bed and point on his mouth like just sit on it already god!!?

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

🎄 Under The Mistletoe 🎄

Someone in Hellfire plays matchmaker between you and Eddie ❤️ Featuring mischievous Hellfire members, pesky mistletoe and lots of fluff 🎄

Going to open my requests for a little while so if you have any holiday requests then let me know. 💌

🎄❄️

There's a very good reason. Why the holiday season is a wonderful time. For a boy and girl to fall in love.

Cause Santa and Cupid, planned exactly what you did, When you kissed me by the mistletoe above.

We stood there kissin' by the mistletoe. Tingle, tingle. Muah, muah, muah, and away we go, jingle, jingle.

Kissin' by the mistletoe, love came to stay and now it's Christmas every day.

Aretha Franklin - Kissing by the mistletoe 🎄

❄️🎄

Christmas had arrived in Hawkins. The snow was falling casting in the town in an image of a perfect winter wonderland. All Eddie had heard for the last couple of days was festive tunes and jingles, he did like Christmas but this was a bit much.

He couldn't exactly say that he had the best Christmas growing up, when his mom was around it felt special to him, she adored Christmas and Eddie loved that it made her happy.

Then he was left with just his old man and those were the worst times, Uncle Wayne was his bubble of safety and normality then and now. Thanks to uncle Wayne his love of Christmas has returned slowly.

Did that mean he wanted to be driven crazy by hiliday tunes? No. Then there was his enemy of the season. Mistletoe.

All week he had seen giggly, kissing and loved up couples, they were driving him mad. It made him grumpy and twitchy and he avoided the cursed plant like the plague.

At least when he was in the drama club and safely ensconced in all things Hellfire Club related he could relax. He had spent some time earlier setting up for the campaign and it was a good one, a mini adventure which was Christmas themed of course and very exciting.

For a few hours he could be in total DM mode and nothing mistletoe related could happen...

🎄⛄

At five o'clock on the dot Dustin arrived with Lucas and Mike, then everyone else hurried in. Eddie ignores the way his heart skips a beat when he sees you.

"Gentlemen and ladies welcome to this special edition of Hellfire, where we can enjoy the delights of our new festive themed quest and avoid the evil plants of doom... I swear If I see one more hint of mistletoe I'll..."

"Eddie" you say softly and that captures his attention as you point up to the ceiling, he stops mid-rant and his eyes bug out as he sees the mistletoe hung above him. No. Jesus H Christ, no.

The mistletoe was directly above you and Eddie.

His eyes narrow and he looks around the room immediately suspicious, Jeff and Gareth are sniggering to themselves but stop at the look on his face.

"Who did this?" he hisses to the rest of the group and looks at each of them in turn. No one is owning up to putting the mistletoe there and that frustrates him even more because that dreaded thing wasn't there at any other point of the day.

It wasn't there when he was setting up earlier, no pesky mistletoe was in sight and yet now it was just casually hanging above his head, directly above his chair. "That wasn't here earlier, so one of you little shits did this" he snaps.

He could feel himself sweating as you peered up at him, fuck. It's not like he didn't want to kiss you, he really wanted to but he highly doubted that you wanted to kiss him. Why would you?

"We don't have to do this" he says to you, he would never want you to feel pressured into kissing him. He was going to kill (the character) of whoever did this in the most violent way possible.

"Eddie" the way you say his name makes his knees turn to jelly, his usual confidence and don't give a fuck attitude is long gone and now he's terrified.

You see Eddie was totally smitten with you but didn't realise you were equally smitten with him. Which is what brings us to mischievous elves (Hellfire members) plotting this escapade.

Then your lips meet his and he swears his brain short circuits just for a second, he melts into the kiss and then he's kissing you back and you let out a soft moan that goes straight to uh...places and he wants nothing more than to just keep kissing you.

"Ugh that's enough dude, gross" Mike groans and Eddie reluctantly pulls away from you, feels pleased with himself that your lips are all kiss bitten and your eyes mirroring his in complete lust and adoration.

"About time" Gareth sags in relief, now the two of you could stop tiptoeing around your feelings for one another. Eddie sends him a death glare but completely softens when you take his hand and lean across to whisper in his ear.

"We're totally doing more of that later" your gaze is full of need and a tiny bit of mischief and it may be the first time that Eddie has ever wanted to speed run through a campaign. He couldn't wait for later but for now he had to get into DM mode.

If only you would stop looking at him like that, all impish and beautiful then he might be able to concentrate.

While he's making moon eyes at you for a few seconds Dustin, Erica, Lucas and Mike huddle together and discreetly high five.

"Mission accomplished" Dustin beams until Erica frowns and lets out an exasperated huff. "Yeah sure, like you bunch of nerds could have done this without me" Lucas is about to argue but Erica stops him.

"Nope, don't say a word dumbass. I hung the mistletoe because I'm not afraid of Munson like you three are, so this is down to me" She takes a mini bow and leaves the three boys gawking at her as Eddie finally starts the session.

🎄❄️⛄

[eetherealgoddesss]

ꨄWebcam of Horrorsꨄ

Oneshot - Dark Content - Yandere - Webcam Pornstars

❦And you thought that you were the creep.❦

Cam Boys x Female Reader

❣︎Honestly, this is gonna be a long, fucked up story.❣︎

Not fully proofread

MY NON FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR UNDER EETHEREALGODDESSS AND ON WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.

✩Characters are 18+ as always.

✩Everything/everyone are mine

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Webcam of Horrors

“That’s fucking perfect, Felix.” The male breathes out, voice echoing from the screen of your laptop. Your lips are shut tight as you gaze at the intense display of the two males you were keen on tuning in consistently.

The ray from the led lights flashed perfectly against the male’s glistening skin, sweat seeming to cast a perfect glow against his fit torso. Once his head falls back, you can see his adam’s apple bob once he swallowed, groaning before he bit his bottom lip. Both of his hands tangle through the red hair that covers his midsection as he thrusts his hips against the mouth engulfing his thick cock.

Once he sits back up, his eyes focus downward on the person known as Felix. His lips are slightly apart as he continues his grinding, one hand releasing the red head to grab his own milk chocolate curls. The wet noises line up perfectly with the steady rhythm the dyed haired male is bobbing, the upper part of his toned back facing the camera. The man known as Orson shifts his green eyes to the camera before he gives a mischievous smirk to the audience.

“You wanna see me cum, huh? You want him to swallow it all?” His hand now shifted to hold Felix’s long hair in a ponytail.

You ignore the chat’s comments as they speed with excitement, your own eyes widening as you eye the screen with awe. There’s a distinct shine to your eye and shiver in your body when you hear his husky voice that feels as though he’s speaking to you.

“Fuck.” You whisper as you press the higher button of the vibrator that buzzes around your clit, your comforter covering your body as you lie on the bed.

“Or should I cum on his pretty face? Tell me what you want me to do.” He moans out before his body tenses. His nose scrunches as his eyebrows furrow, teeth meeting his bottom lip once more as he tightens the grip on Felix’s hair, snatching his head off his cock as he looks down at him.

“What do you prefer, princess?” He smiles before bending over and reaching for the camera, turning it to display Felix’s face.

“Oh God.” You quietly moan out at the fucked out reddened face of the pretty male. His brown irises face the camera as his eyelids fall heavy. You can see the glistening of slobber and precum plastered around his mouth, his own skin shining against the light perfectly as his sweat glistens. Some strands of his hair stick against the front of his face. His mouth hangs open as he quietly breathes heavily.

“Want you to cum in my mouth.” He responds with his eyes still facing the camera, lips slightly swollen and red from the constant movement of deepthroating Orson’s thick girth. The chat’s comments once again appeared swiftly with exhilaration.

Orson repositions the camera to display his hardened cock falling against Felix’s face. The red haired male’s hand circled around the shaft before patting it against his tongue. He stares intensely into the camera as he sucks the tip of Orson’s cock before releasing once more.

“Please let him cum in my mouth. Don’t you wanna see me swallow it all?” He questioned in a sultry tone before giving kitten licks to the swollen dick.

You had to press the downward button on your vibrator to not release an orgasm right then and there. Their sessions were always so intense. Especially with this viewpoint. Your head falls back for a moment before eyeing the screen once more.

“Jesus.” You breathe out. The chat goes even faster as people give their answers quickly, desperately even.

Orson finally placed his cock back in Felix’s mouth as the man sucked him in. The steady pace from earlier becomes faster with more pressure in his hips as they meet with Felix’s lips. Brown eyes kept their eyes upward toward the camera, holding such a filthy fucking gaze as he took it all.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Orson breathes out behind the screen. His moaning went straight to your clit, as well as the toy once you pressed the higher button once more.

“Aw fuck.” Orson grunts, “I’m gonna cum.” Your legs tense against the bed as you became closer and closer to your own orgasm. Right when Orson held Felix’s head against his base with a final groan and thrust, you followed along with your own release, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you grind against the toy.

You breathe heavily as you come back to reality, just as Orson pulls Felix off his cock and releases him. The red haired man grabbed the camera and parted his lips to show the sticky white substance all over the inside of his mouth before closing his lips and swallowing the entire load.

Chuckling, he turned the camera to face a heavy breathing Orson who leaned back in his chair with an arm over his head. His cock is slowly becoming flaccid as he exhibits how clearly tired he is from the session. The camera turns back to Felix before he giddily smiles at the camera.

“Thank you for all the donations, chat. We really appreciate your support. Let’s see each other again soon, kay?” You groan as the live ends, post-nut clarity hitting you hard. You feel like such a creep watching these guys. Especially since you know exactly who they are. Well…technically you don’t since you just know of them, personally. You guys sit in some of the same classes at your college.

They’re pretty open with their identities considering they are also influencers. You’d think it’s dangerous to put yourself out there like that, especially being in a university but influencers and celebrities do it all the time anyway. Unlike their other fans you have known them since you three went to the same high school together when they first began their career.

University is probably a plan b for them considering their wealthy upbringing. You’ve been in the background since the beginning. You couldn’t help but be slightly jealous of their lifestyles. Of course, you have your own life, family, friends, and have even had some relationships. You have your own car and apartment. Your life isn’t terrible, but who else is able to live in a luxury apartment with luxury cars. Yes, you’re kind of a hater but at least you are aware of the unhealthy comparison.

You’ve seen people sucking up to them in the auditoriums and on campus grounds. It only made you roll your eyes at the pathetic view. It feels weird seeing people you grow up with become famous. And here you are, masturbating to them every other day. You really are classified as a true hater. Pathetic right?

You don’t even think they’re together. You’ve seen them pass through different girls and guys and even had some online drama between them and exes appear on your social media timeline without your consent, though they never respond to the drama or accusations of whatever petty shit randoms come up with. Considering your placement, you were not expecting the day where you would actually be put in the position to interact with them for a project.

“You’re Y/n, right?” Felix questioned. You ignored the way his sweater fell, exposing his shoulders. You also ignored his signature ponytail, a strand falling over his face elegantly.

“Yeah, and you’re Felix or Orson?” Damn, you get on your own nerves. You got so nervous that you overly thought about this interaction and asked him something that you already know. Awesome. At least you can blame it on the page that lists all the groups you were emailed by the professor. They shouldn’t know that you know which is which anyway.

“Yes.” He smiled. He was shorter than you thought he’d be, only standing a couple of inches above you now that you got to observe him up close. “This is Orson.” He introduced an aloof familiar face, a taller figure now standing beside him.

“Cool.” You nod awkwardly as you rub your hands against your pants. You are not usually such a stiff person but standing in front of two celebrity pornstars that you watch consistently is pretty intimidating. It didn’t seem to faze either males, if they even noticed it in the first place.

Felix proceeds to ask you for your number before he types it into his contact list and sets up a group chat for the three of you. You eye your phone at the text that was sent.

F: hey ;)

You add their contacts before you all set up a date for you to visit their apartment. The first meeting wasn’t so bad. You were in for a surprise when you stepped into the luxury apartment though, having not experienced any place like it. It had you thinking about making a webcam account yourself but of course that thought wasn’t serious.

Orson continued with his bored energy as he barely paid attention to any of the work you had to do, scrolling endlessly on his phone for the most part. Felix was keen on helping work through ideas and notes as you guys set up your powerpoint.

After a few routined visits you were a little annoyed by Orson’s attitude. Scratch that, you are pretty annoyed by his fucking attitude. It’s not fair for you and Felix to do all the work and you’d be damned to keep dealing with it.

“Orson, can you please get off your phone and help us with the project?” You didn’t understand why Felix never said anything. It didn’t really seem to bother him at all. The brown haired man seems to ignore you as he eyed his phone before he breathed out a sigh.

“You guys got it, don’t you?” Your breath hitched at his phrasing which reminded you of the last webcam video you had watched of them before this project began. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue watching the last few times they were live since you’ve been in such a close vicinity to them. A frown grows on your face before you clear your throat.

“Listen, you’re gonna help with this damn project. I am not about to get a bad grade on this just because you want to laze around. It’s also not fair for us to do all the work. Get your shit together and help right now.” You know that you’re probably being a little extra and maybe even a little bit of a bitch, but it’s the principle that counts. Right?

His eyebrows furrow before he placed his phone face down on the table and leaned over in his seat. His green eyes glare at you before a smirk forms on his face.

“What are you gonna do about it, huh?” Felix eyes both of you. His fingers slightly tightened against his pants as he gazed at the scene. He’s also curious as to what your answer’s going to be.

“I will inform the professo-.” You were interrupted before you could finish the sentence.

“The professor? You’re gonna tell on me, Y/n?” He chuckled, mocking you. “And you think he’s gonna believe two against one?” You gasp at the indication that Felix would lie for him.

“Felix you can’t be serious! You know that’s not fair.” His face falls on the palm of his hand as his heavy-lidded eyes gaze back at you.

“Can’t we just get back to work, Y/n? It’s not really worth your grade if we tell him the opposite, right?” Your eyebrows furrow before you begin gathering your stuff.

“You know what, fuck both of you.”

Honestly, your emotional outburst came from embarrassment. You were humiliated by the fact that you ever masturbated to two assholes like them. It’s so pathetic.

Two weeks have passed since the incident. You hadn’t heard from them nor had you spoken to the professor. You could only guess that they haven’t either since you haven’t been notified of anything from your instructor. However, you did notice that their seats are empty for today’s class. That is, until both of them stroll in about fifteen minutes into the lesson. Your instructor ignored them because most professors at your university don't care about tardiness.

Your eyebrows furrow when both men sit on either side of you, leaning back in their seats. Orson man spreads with his hands stuffed in his hoodie’s pocket as he stares at the screen of the professor’s projector. Felix sat with a leg and his arms crossed before you felt his gaze on you.

“Done with your tantrum?” He whispered.

“Tantrum? Are you kidding me?” You responded with a whisper-yell in disbelief.

“Yeah? I’d like to get back to the project, you know.” He stated with an unreadable expression.

“I’m going to talk to the professor today about switching groups.” Orson sighed in response to your claim.

“No you’re not. Quit bullshitting.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You there!” The professor pointed in your direction. Your eyes widened as you pointed to yourself to clarify, in which he nodded.

“Yes! Is there a reason you’re disrupting my class?” Your body tensed. You were so focused on all the heads turned back to you and the professor’s judging eyes that you didn’t see Orson and Felix slightly cover their mouths to hide their smiles.

“N-no sir. I’m sorry!” After you apologize, everyone’s attention shifts back to the front as your eyes slightly water with embarrassment, a burning lump in your throat. Your face is hot as you slightly scoot down in your seat from your knees touching to make yourself smaller.

“Especially not after that.” Orson whispered.

“Come over tonight at 7.” Felix whispered from your other side. You ignored both of them and kept your eyes on the screen.

So embedded within your own humiliation you failed to notice the gazes that eyed you up and down. The slight pout your expression holds, the discomfort in your features, and the appearance of the tenseness of your figure has caught their attention. Let’s just say, embarrassment and humiliation looks quite enticing on you.

The night went as well as it could. This time Orson actually paying attention to what you and Felix were doing when it came to the project. You were slightly more quiet than usual from the earlier embarrassment and also the last time you had been in their apartment.

“This is so boring. Let’s take a break.” Orson groaned out after an hour of you guys working on the project. Little did you know that statement alone would change your whole life.

Originally you had decided against it. Claimed you needed to get home even though you really had nothing planned. Without a care of what you were saying Orson had already left the office and hopped on the living room’s sofa. Felix lightheartedly talked you into coming along with them. Honestly, it wasn’t bad. The movie played in the background as Orson watched and Felix quietly asked you questions about yourself. You were suspicious at first and even questioned his sudden interest.

He explained that he wanted to get better acquainted with you as well as Orson even though he doesn’t act like it. So you played along. Months end up passing fairly quickly and you end up gaining a weird friendship with the stars. You’re nowhere near as close as you and your small set of friends are but it got to the point where you seemed to have regularly begun hanging out, even after the project was over. Orson even seemed to have slightly opened up to you as well.

They have invited you to a party that is full of influencers and other people within the same industries as them. It is someone else’s mansion and it is packed with people. Once you and your friends made it in, you were greeted by Felix.

“Hey, chérie!” You roll your eyes at his nickname he had been calling you for a while now.

“Hey princess.” You respond with the nickname you had called him in response to his title for you. Since Orson calls him that all the time, you knew that it couldn’t lead back to the webcam lives. He pulls you into a tight hug with a lit blunt in his hand. Honestly, Orson and Felix are some of the most handsy people you know.

His happy vibe dims once his dark eyes make contact with your friends before he goes back to normal. It was so quick that you thought you had imagined it.

“Drinks are at the bar over there!” He excitedly tells your friends as they smile back and look over in excitement. You follow as they begin to walk off. Before you can fully walk away, Felix grabs your arm gently.

“The real party is this way!” He yells over the crowd. You look back at your friends in concern but he pulls you along anyway. Once you make it upstairs, you see a smaller crowd of people, some in which you have seen pop up on your timeline with millions of interactions. You honestly couldn’t believe that someone who had no connections to the industry is surrounded by important people right now. It’s fucking with your nerves but you remind yourself that they’re all humans and so you shouldn’t give a fuck.

Your eyes widen when Felix pulls you to a table where people are snorting lines of cocaine, including Orson.

“Holy fuck.” You say quietly as Felix hands you the blunt.

“Relax, chérie.” He gives you his signature comforting smile before you take the blunt and suck in a large hit. After Orson finishes his sniff, he rubs his nose before looking at you. A slight smile fixed on his face.

“Hey, pumpkin.” He says before standing from his position to give you a hug. You respond with a “hey, Orson,” before you both get distracted by someone calling a few of you over.

Once everyone gets in their position, someone propositions the game Truth or Dare. Time passed as people switched around each other, daring some people to sniff a line, or for some people to make out, even for some to undress in front of everyone. A lot of crazy dares with barely anyone choosing truth. Once someone finally got to you, they dared you to do seven minutes in heaven with two random people.

You froze in your seat at the dare. You were slightly flabbergasted considering you had no clue who those people are. Both the man and woman seemed to have no problem with the circumstances and even began to get up from their seats. You were so focused on the couple that you missed Orson grabbing the collar of the guy who made the dare and leaned over to whisper in his ear. The stranger’s body tensed as his eyes widened from the words being growled in his ear.

“H-hold on! Actually I have a more interesting dare! Y/n, I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with Orson and Felix!” He chuckled, playing off his nervousness. “It’d make for interesting content if ya record it.” He cheekily added on.

Your eyes widened slightly before you realized that you guys didn’t have to do anything crazy and could literally just sit in a closet for seven minutes. You got out of your own seat before both men locked arms with you on both sides, giving you their signature smiles. You only smiled back before heading to one of the nearest walk-in closets. Once you all walked in, the door closed behind you which caused you all to stand in darkness before Felix turned the light on. You chose a spot and sat down with your arms resting over your spreading legs, feet planted on the ground.

“Alright, so now we just sit here for seven minutes? We could totally sneak and grab some alcohol or something right?” You question as you watch Orson sit behind you with both legs on either side of you and Felix crawl in front of you. It was a position that you all had lied in before and it hadn’t bothered you. It was nothing sexual and you honestly found it hard to see them that way anymore since your friendship formed.

Arms snaked around your waist as your back was pressed against Orson’s torso. You were caught off guard when Felix pulled your thighs up, causing you to slide down as he grabbed your face with both hands.

“I’d like to try something else.” He said lowly, heavy eyes you hadn’t even seen during the close up webcam lives. You gasp when you feel the hands from behind grabbing your covered breasts.

“What are you doing! You can’t touch me there!” You exclaim before placing your hands on Felix’s shoulders to push him back.

“It’s just a game, Y/n. Don’t make it so weird.” Orson hissed before Felix met his lips with yours. Memories of the webcam lives you watched while masturbating came up as you tried to come to terms with this reality. This had actually been something you wanted for so long. Why ruin it now?

Both of your lips collided with each other passionately, slowly grinding the skin together as he pulled your bottom lip with his teeth. His tongue slithered inside your mouth as his hands forced you to slightly bob your head against his, sucking his tongue in the process which ripped a moan from his throat.

Orson eyed the display with lust as his hands moved under your top. You breathe heavily as your head is forced to turn when Felix releases your mouth and feathered slow, passionate kisses down your neck. Residue saliva leaks down your chin as Orson groped your bare breasts. He held one of the mounds while beginning to glide the other’s nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felix pulled your shirt up, revealing your crystallized nipples. Orson released your breasts to use one hand to grab your neck and the other to place on your scalp.

“Don’t take your eyes off of him.” Orson huskily said near your ear. You couldn’t believe what you were experiencing right now. You could barely even think clearly.

While eyeing you, Felix repositioned himself to blow over one of your nipples. He slowly glides his tongue up your nipple before flicking it against the tip of his muscle. The sensation sends a shock to your clit as you almost moan out.

“You want him to lick your pussy, don’t you?” Orson breathes out before the hand on your scalp glides down your torso. He rubbed the skin sitting under the lining of your pants as Felix’s lips closed around your nub, sucking the skin softly as he kept his gaze on you.

It’s all becoming too intense. You can feel the wetness of your vagina soaking your underwear. This should be completely enjoyable, but you can’t help feeling guilty. All you’ve done is sexualize your own friends who have always been human beings. Yes, it’s how they make their money, but now it all seems too personal.

“Wai-!” You cut yourself off when you feel Orson’s finger right on your clit. How’d he find it so fast? You felt him use some of your slick to easily rub the padding of his finger against your clit.

“Should I let him, Y/n?” You bit your lip to hold in your moan as his finger rubbed along your bud. Honestly you didn’t know a handjob could be so good. Unlike other men, he’s right on the spot that sends an electrifying pleasure throughout your body, causing your figure to tense and your hips to lift. Felix chuckled on your nipple before speeding up his kitten licks and closing his lips around your nub at a fast pace.

“Guys…” You groan out, as Orson rubs your clit in a specific pattern that has you pushing your head back against him, especially with the sensation adding to the pleasure coming from your nipple.

“I think you should take your meal, princess.” Orson smirked as he made eye contact with Felix. The red head hummed in agreement before releasing your nipple and kissing down your torso. Each connection causes a shiver to run down your spine.

“M’ gonna make you feel so good, chérie.” He said in a low tone, roughly pulling down your pants. You move to stop him, holding onto his arms.

“W-wait! It’s probably been seven minutes a-and we should probably stop!” You really didn’t want this friendship to take such a devious turn. Orson gripped your neck, immediately shutting off your airway as he tightly squeezed against you. Your eyes widened as your hands wrapped around his forearm. Your struggle to breathe caused your heartbeat to swiftly gain momentum.

Felix chuckled as his head tilted, watching you grapple to remove Orson’s hand from your throat. Tears form at the brim of your eyes as your legs attempt to close, though Felix’s body blocks them from doing so.

“You gonna behave?” Orson question against your ear. You couldn’t see it, but any amusement fell off his face. He was truly tired of you always acting out and resisting. It’s about time you begin to know your place.

“Stop moving and answer me, Y/n. Are you gonna fucking behave? I will literally make you pass out right now.” He threatened with his grip tightening once more. With the amount of pressure he’s holding against you, there was sure to be a dark bruise. You wondered if the coke had gotten to his brain. The pure enjoyment on Felix’s face was off putting. What the hell is wrong with them? Dark dots began to circle around your eyesight as your eyelids become heavy and your body became hot and sluggish. You finally nodded your head the best you could, resulting in Orson releasing your neck.

The tears fall fresh down your face as you come to terms with what just happened. You are ready to put your clothes back on in shame and leave. Your hands pull down your shirt, covering your breasts before you reach for your pants. Felix grabs onto your hand before giving you a look of disbelief.

“Come on, chérie. Don't be like that.” He groaned in disappointment before you swat his hand away.

“N-no you guys are weird fucking assholes.” Orson leans back against the wall with his arms crossed, allowing you to get dressed while Felix moves out of your way. They both wear bored expressions as you gather yourself and walk out. When you got downstairs, you found your friends and told them you wanted to leave.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and you had been avoiding the cam boys for a while now. Not only were you uncomfortable after the party, but the bruise hadn’t disappeared fully either. You’re currently sitting in the campus’s cafeteria with one of your friends as you talk about the situation.

“I don’t know when I’m going to talk to them. I might not ever.” You huff as you use the fork to play with the spaghetti on your plate.

“I honestly wouldn’t blame you. That’s so fucking weird.” F/n agreed with you as she brought the fork of salad to her mouth.

“Yeah. I’d just block them at this point.” The slam of the cafeteria door opens, catching the attention of you, your friend, and the few people in the vicinity. Your eyebrows furrow when you see both of the men you hadn’t wanted to run into walking straight towards you.

Both of them pull seats to the same table as you and your friend before sitting down like they owned the place.

“What’s your fucking problem?” Orson questioned you. You couldn’t see under the table, but Felix was scratching the skin of his pants as he eyed you with concern.

“No, what’s your fucking problem?!” You reversed back. There’s no way that you’re just going to let them turn this all on you.

“This isn’t a game, Y/n. You’ve been ignoring and avoiding us for too long. You need to get a fucking grip.” Felix hissed, his nails digging deeper into the fabric.

Their eyes… there’s something deeply wrong with their eyes. The feeling in your stomach twisted, making you want to retreat. Something is deeply wrong with these people.

“L-look. I don’t want any beef, but I don’t want to be friends with you anymore. I don’t want to talk or hang out or anything. You guys crossed a line and I’m just not comfortable with it.” Your breath hitched as the hairs on your skin stood tall. You felt like a deer that just caught onto a predator approaching. Something… something is deeply amiss. Something is off about their presence… their eyes. You can’t pinpoint it but you know you need to stay away from them.

They just stare at you. They stare at you like you just declared war against them and their family. They stare at you like they want to literally jump across the table and fuck you up. It honestly looks like they might even want to kill you. Your friend sits to the side uncomfortably before she breathes out at the intense situation.

“Can you guys leave now? She’s already made herself cl-!” Before she could finish her two scents, you both jolt at the loud noise that rings from Orson slamming his fists on the table before leaning towards you over the table. All the while, Felix’s nails pierce through the fabric as they drag across the bare skin of his thighs, blood beginning to appear as he stares at you with this desperately disgusted look on his face.

“You’re gonna regret this. I’ll have you on your knees begging for our forgiveness, Y/n.” Orson says calmly before standing up and walking away, Felix walking right next to him. You release a shaky breath once they leave while your friend sits in silence along with you.

After that moment, you felt as though eyes were on you wherever you went. You barely left your apartment during spring break. Your friend that knew about the situation had come to visit you a few times since the incident but you hadn’t heard from her in a couple weeks since the last time she came over.

You also hadn’t heard anything from the guys nor received any messages from them. You hadn’t even seen them in person for a while either. Out of curiosity, you decide to enter their webcam live one night. You were utterly confused when you saw that instead of them recording to the public and a full chatlog, you were in a private live. Your eyebrows furrow in concern.

You viewed the empty room that’s usually a decorated bedroom with led lights, only to see that it’s much darker and looked to be the inside of a rusty warehouse. You had no clue what was going on but the drop in your stomach warned you that it was nothing good. After sitting for about ten minutes with nothing on screen, the sound of a door finally opened before you heard someone walk in. You watched as the masked figure of the person entered the camera’s view.

“Finally got the notification that you were on.”

You could only stare at the screen with your instincts heightened as you began to feel paranoid and unsafe within your own surroundings. The voice changer the person you could only guess was one of the guys used was octaves deeper, making everything even more creepy.

“As someone who used to be one of our biggest supporters, I have a special surprise for you.” He said before he walked off camera. Once he returned back in view, you gasped and covered your mouth when you saw his hands tangled in your friend’s hair as he pulled the top of her head into view. You honestly couldn’t tell if she was dead or not, your vision only seeing the part of her closed eyes and nothing below. Tears began to fall out of your eyes as your whole body trembled at the scene.

“She talked way too fucking much.”

“Oh god!” You exclaimed when he pulled up her severed head. Displaying on your screen was half of your friend’s face, the lower half completely gone, someone clearly having sliced through her entire jaw and mouth, only the top of her mouth showing at the bottom. There was no fresh blood and her skin was purple. She must’ve been dead for a while.

“Oh god, oh god please! Holy fuck!” You are hysterical, tears and snot falling freely as you hold onto your torso. “N-no fucking way!” You cried from the bottom of your gut. You couldn’t stop the vomit from splattering on the floor, falling to the ground yourself. The memory in your head is completely unreal as you continue to vomit.

“Come on, pumpkin. This is nothing to get sick over.” Your hand shook as you froze over your own mess. He can see you? You finally look up at your doorway and see another masked figure standing there with a camera gazing at you.

“O-oh god! St-stay the fuck away from-!” You release more vomit as you gag and move back, puke staining your own clothes as you continue to weep.

“Oh, chérie. You’re such a mess.” The person in your room says before walking toward you.

“Please don’t kill me!” You sob out, terrified out of your goddamn mind. You wanted to be tougher. You wanted to stand up to them, but you couldn’t. You knew you were too weak. You were so fucking scared. Pathetically scared.

Camera close up on your ruined face and all, the man in your bedroom crouches down without a care of the vomit and holds your chin gently with his gloved hand.

“Awe Pumpkin, all you have to do is be good for us. That’s all we want.” The man on the laptop cooed, chuckling before shutting the live off from his side. The man in your room lowers the camera to the clean part of the ground and caresses your face with both gloved hands while you continue to sob.

“You were so mean to us.” He mockingly whined, removing the voice changer and his mask.

Felix gave you a fake frown before pressing his nose and forehead against yours. You could only continue sobbing.

“You’re gonna behave, right chérie?” You could only pathetically nod in response. You wonder how they even found out about your webcam identity. How did they find out? It didn’t matter now. You’re stuck for as long as they want you to be.

“Isn’t she perfect, princess?” Orson breathes out behind you as the sound of his cock glides in and out of your ass at a steadily fast pace. His hand is placed on the back of your neck as you cry out from the fullness of both ends, your head falling on Felix’s shoulder as he plows into your pussy from under your sweaty body. His lips are parted as he desperately fucks into your pussy, the head of his cock consistently beating against your g spot as he holds you in place, chasing his high.

“Fuck. Yes. M’ gonna cum soon.” Felix’s voice is shaky as his head falls back, his face covered in pure bliss. He’s grinding into you relentlessly.

The chat runs wild with excitement as they watch you from wherever they have their set up. They hungrily devour the men taking advantage of your body, feeding onto the filthy pleasure they’re viewing.

You couldn’t hold back your groans and cries, tears falling down your face at the cocks sliding in and out of both your holes. You hate that it felt good, the pain and the pleasure, the intensity of being watched by numerous people, the position of being forced to take it all in. It was so intense and you’ve never felt anything like it. It sucked to love it, but you know that the pleasure is only for a moment. Once you’re done with the high of your orgasm, the pit in your stomach will return along with the numbness of your emotions. You hated it. You hated it all.

The trauma lingers within you and the only people you can turn to are the people who caused it in the first place, constantly giving you a false sense of comfort just to keep you tied to their bounds. When will it end? If it ever ends.

You all cry out at the same time as your pussy tightens around Felix’s cock. While you release an orgasm, the men engulf your insides with semen. You lie there in their arms, full of cum as it leaks from inside you.

After a moment of deep breathing, Orson removes himself from behind you and walks to the camera, bringing it towards you and Felix as he hugs you from below. After a moment he turns the camera back to himself as he smiles cheekily at the strangers.

“We’re so fucking worn out, chat. Thanks for always joining us. We’ll see each other again soon.”

[tiredsmashbros]

and so we are gathered here today, to hear TSB's horrible 1k sobbing {LONG}

well guys, it's been officially a week later since the end of the "birthday party" event. crazy it already flew by fast but formerly something i really wanted to say from the very start: thank you.

quite frankly i know i could've just made a simple thank you text as a normal person does, but i wanted to really to show my gratitude by giving something nice. and that something nice was the discord server until... my chaotic brain decided to make a daily week event inspired by scott cawthon UIGHJDSXUKGJH but otherwise- i hope everyone enjoyed tuning in everyday and i've personally been having a blast talking and hanging out with everyone since.

now, i got my secret final card up my sleeve that i've been wanting to do. was to give back something to some specific folks. amazing folks. folks that one: were my introduction to this amazing smg4 community, and two: friends i've made that has genuinely changed my life for the better, and three: been the greatest support i could've ever asked. it's still insane to me that i knew my life would be changed the moment i clicked on a youtube video of someone yapping about a specific blue and purple character from a gmod meme show and if they would work canonical. following up with me just 3 hrs later my first fanart doodle for myself. with just recently that moment being so happy i reached 100 followers on here... if you would've told me four months later that it'll exceedingly grow 10x i would laugh at you and walked away... you guys are insane in the best way possible it has scared me to death, but never have i done better improving my skills and mental health.

and with that, i give to thy, my absolute wholeheartedly appreciation:

@theartistisme43 you were the, if not one of, my first exposure to the community on twitter when i was looking for fanart on day one. i remember vividly being so captivated by your smg4 au by implementing sign language to your smg4 rigs. especially cause despite i've been meaning to relearn sign language for years, it has a special place in my heart for personal reasons. i remember being so obsessed with your animations replaying it again and again and adoring your art style so much. i've been {and still am} really shy expressing my feelings but seriously man i genuinely love your work so, so, SO much. it's still insane to me how you get the unfortunate rope under your feet by some nasty ass fools on twitter, but ong, they're just so jealous our your gmod rigging talent and storytelling. seriously man keep going!! always excited to see what you cooking up next! 💛

@ominus-potato + @bluestrawberrybunny adding you both together because ong it will feel weird to me if i didn't. of course, i am a fanfic addict once i get into a new fixation... and you two have been feeding me graciously. ominus, i love and get inspired by your fics SO MUCH it's insane to me how i'm alive after reading a new piece you've made /pos. you were also my introduction to marware and i've stayed since even if it was started of as a joke UIGHJV. strawberry i remember discovering you on artfight but exploded when i found out you were the creator of the apprenticeship au fic. i was shy to read it but i've been wanting to give you something before artfight started i finally caved in to the lore and my only regret is not getting into it sooner. i love both of ya'lls writing styles so much it's inspired me to genuinely get back into writing fanfics. thank you both so much and please continue writting!!!! i get so excited every now and again going to bed reading them. 💛🌈

@aquaproductions and speaking about artfight... yoU! i remember discovering you actually from trap sanchez's smg4 map BECAUSE THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I WAS PAUSING TO SEE EVERY PEICE TO THEN EXPLODE WHEN YOU SHOWED THEM AT THE END HIUGJHFEDS i LOVE you style so much and god when i got the message from you on artfight i actually fucking screamed. even getting that attacked for you has never once failed to make me smile. i've overcome it by now,, but i genuinely was really shy because you are just so cool and i'm still going crazy the fact your a fan of the boys LIKE BROOOOOOOOOO IUGHJDSXYUJ. ahem- anyways... kEEP BEING SLAY AQUA!!!!! 💛💕💛

@coralalala64 + @cookiepopcat ah yes another duo bc im trying to shorten this but cause you both played a similar role for me. you two, i kid you not, are the first folks i followed while joining the smg4 community. i am in love with your traditional work sm corala i am just obsessed with comics and seeing someone was making 34 comics just made me jump in glee. additionally i love the c r e a t u r e gag sO MUCH T&*YGUIHJK. cookie in general i adore your artstyle so much and especially how you add those little sparks on the hair GUHH ITS SO CUTEEEE!!! i became more of a bigger fan from your shark au and now a fan of ur new au with 3! so excited to see what you guys got cooking up next!!! 🌿💛

@zurkton i know we don't get the opportunity to talk much more but i seriously wanted to feature you in as my appreciation from the insane support you've been giving me. seeing your comments make me smile in glee and even a bonus seeing something new you make. i adore your gmod style of these silly mario recolors BUT SRSLY MAN UR OWN STYLE IS SO GOOD AND SEEING U MADE AN OC FINALLY GUH ITS BEEN IN MY TO DO LIST FOR SOOOOOOO LONG. JUST GUH I LOVE UR WORK SO MUCH PLEASE CONTINUE BEING AWESOME AND I HOPE WE CAN GET MORE TIME TO BE ABLE TO YAP MORE!!! /GEN 💛🍳

@clownypillar oh yeah. you bet your buggy ass i added you on here. cause bRO i was surprised to find someone else who loves bugs it made my little me so happy. and i still have not gotten over that smg4 cult of the lamb au you made since, i love that game sm seeing that on my feed just made me immediately become a fan. doesn't help the fact blue/silas says really amazing and silly things about you in our talks i was so shy finding the right opportunity to try and talk to you qnq,, and when the opportunity did come up {bot issue} I GOT EVEN MORE NERVOUS IHKJFEGDSXUGJH /POS i love your humor sm man you are so fun and i apologize silas has gotten you under the theory trap sigh... but other than that i need to get back into my retired bug fixation and find more ways to make fun of you as we yap and appreciate dr pepper 💛🌈🥤🐛

@libbytwq i still remember the day i got that tsb piece from you on artfight and literally screaming and running around my room in glee seeing my silly man in a silly looney pose. seriously man, ever since i saw that i immediately became a fan of you. i just am a sucker for your style man /srs. hECK i remember struggling so hard to pICK someone to fight back bc i genuinely loved all your ocs and wanted to do everyone- i also find it sO funny and ig coincidental theres so many like coincidences with you??? ong i need to say this or im going to continue going crazy- like ong libby {oc} reminds me one of my trusted friends oc and brings me back to my 2016 nostalgia days, i actually have an oc name lore who has a similar hair style as smgl:e, AND THE FACT WITH OUR SMG4 OCS LORE SIMILARITIES LIKE BRO WE LIVE IN A MATRIX OR SOME SHIT THIS MAKES MY BRAIN EXPLODE AAAAAIOYUIGHJEFDSXZ /J but in all seriousness bro, i love talking with you and seeing your silly work so much. i know you're gonna be makin awesome things bro and you bETTER WIN THOSE MARCHING BAND COMPETITIONS IUGJHEDS 👑🍔🌈💛

@its-a-me-mango mango mango mango... YOU BRITISH FREAK- anyways. you seriously were one of my favorite artist when i joined and ngl i was absolutely terrified talking to you to the point i legit thought you hated me at some point IOKJEHFDWS heCk getting that attack from you on artfight blew my fucking mind bc i was screaming over the tari duck since af was the only place i dropped the tari love interest and i didnt realized it until i looked at your page that you were THE MANGO... bro i actually fucking exploded you have no fucking idea how happy i was 🌈. like you are one srsly one of my favorite inspirations man i love your artwork, your humor, and just everything man. i'm still going internally insane that im talking to you sm bro and the memes we mAKE BRO IM UYIGJHFDWSXZYUITJG THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A SILLY MANGO HORSE DOCTOR DUDE, YOU ARE SO COOL, INCREDIBLE, AND MAN WHERE IS THAT SNOWTRAPPED 1K YOU PROMISED /J i could go on a bit more but im literally exploding just writing this rn so now imma just lalalalalalalala 🍔💛🌈🥭🐴

@josiekatxd / josiekatxd jo. you are one insane creature /pos. LIKE DAMN MAN YOU DRAW SO FAST IT WAS WILD GETTING ALL THE AMAZING TSB GIFTS AND GETTING TO KNOW MORE OF UR OC 7 JUST BECAME A MORE JOYOUS RIDE!!!! i love your work so much man and the amount of support i've gotten from you makes me so so SOOSOSOSOS HAPPY ITS OVERWHELMING /POS. i enjoy talking with you man {even if i may be slow at timess..} pLEASE dont be afraid to send me smth, more yummy art or MEMEMSSSSS i appreciate anything and everything!!! this was honestly such a joy getting to draw 7 again she's been stuck in my head for so long hELPPP /SILLY 🌿⭐️💛

@rr3d2y AKO!!!!! YOU!!!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY MAN EVER SINCE THAT ATTACK YOU MADE FOR ME FROM ARTFIGHT I HAVE BEEN A DIEHARD FAN SINCE. I WENT ABSOLUTELY INSANE OVER IT SO MUCH I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH MY IRL FRIENDS IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. EVEN MORE HOW YOU ACTUALLY IMPLEMENT MY INTERESTS EVERY TIME YOU ATTACKED??? LIKE HELLOOOO??????? AND DAWKO??????? AND JUST UR OC IN GENERAL I LOVE HER SO MUCH BROOOO IUYGJHEFWDCSXZUYHKJ EDWSHJDCS LIKE DUDE I HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH I COULD WRITE A FULLBLOWN ESSAY UNTIL YOU BARGED IN WITH YUMMY ART EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU SPOIL ME SO MUCH AKO YOU ARE INSANELY INCREDIBLE AND SUCH A JOY TO TALK TO AND BE SILLY WITH. IT MADE ME SO HAPPY TO FIND SOMEONE WHO SHARES MY INTERESTS FROM THE START AND I STILL GO CRAZY EVERY TIME ANY OF IT IS MENTIONED. WHETER ITS SMG4, DAWKO, CG5, FAIRYOFFPARENTS, SONIC, WOLVERINE UYIGJHEFDSCXUIGJH IT ALL MAKES ME JUMP UP AND DOWN KICKING MY FEET MAN. I MEAN IT WHEN I SAY IM A BIG FAN AKO. I APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE 1 MILLION PERCENT AND ADORE YOUR SUPPORT SO MUCH. THANK YOU AKO THE GREAT!!!! LIFETIME SUPPLY OF CHOCOLATE MILK FOR YOU!!!!!!! 🍫🥛💛🌈🍔💕

@radiantrevolt i know your not in the smg4 community whatsoever let alone know anything but i srsly meant it that receiving your support was such a big deal to me man. i never expected you to join the server but it genuinely made me feel more secure knowing i got you right my side just like old times. your support means the world to me man even if i suck as explaining or expressing that. you genuinely mean a lot to me man and the fact your still sticking around if still mind boggling to me evermore. thank you ander for staying by my side and willing to do so even at a space your unfamiliar with. being able to talk to you again has been such a joyride 💛💛💛💛🌈🐈‍⬛

and lastly...

these two freaks...

@strange0-0storm + @bluesbox... honestly... i owe you two a lot. genuinely. storm i remember you specifically when i first started acknowledging the smg4 community bc of how recognizable smg8 was on tumblr and immediately finding you to be so cool. so cool in fact, I WAS TOO SHY TO INTERACT TYIGHJFEDS. i LOVE smg8 so much and getting to see your other ocs such as jessee, cold cash, spamton... 8YIUGFEDSU J ITS JUST SO COOL AND HOLY FUCK MAN I LOVE YOUR ART SO FUCKING MUCH. I AM STILL FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THE TSB PIECE FROM ARTFIGHT MAN VDCXZUYJHGF ITS JUST SO PERFECT I CAN GO FUKING GO OFF AGAIN IHUGFJEDS but in all seriousness man, thank you so much for having the courage to respond to my lipbite comic, to me having the courage to follow you back and interact with you more, to giving me the courage again to join ur server, and the courage to say yes to watching popee with you and silas. finn you have no idea how much your silly words have an impact on me you make me so nervous in the most positive silliest way you have no idea how genuine happy i was being in that call for the very first time. even tho i know how quiet and anxious i was from the start, it was cause i was so shy and nervous bc man it was you! YOU!!!! you're such a fucking awesome guy finn i want you to seriously never forget that!!!! silas, thank you for even talking to me. hell, even after finn left to sleep we stayed and yapped for few more hours. i was never expecting that outcome ever in my life due to past experiences, and im so glad to the earth and back that it did come out as it did. i love talking to you man, i love seeing your work so much, and adore and appreciate to the fullest all the gifts you made me. thank you even more for getting me into the great gatsby and returning my hidden sherlock fixation back to light. i appreciate it way more that i can ever express it man. whether it may us talking about our day, silly nonsense, or me bullying you /j, it makes me so happy. and so grateful i can call you and finn my friends. you guys seriously helped me get out of my darkest angst shell i've had caged inside myself for the past, i didnt think i would ever escape from let alone actually be able to heal from. i didn't think i could ever be the happy ever again. like guys, i look forward to every week getting to get on a call with you guys so much its honestly my favorite activity/event of the week. i know im just silly guy i don't ever show my sappy self ever to ya'll but i mean it wholeheartedly ya'll helped me out so much more than you guys could ever imagine. i love you both so much i just wanna pick you two up and throw you into a canon so we could all go to disney world together and be just be silly. thank you finn, thank you silas 💛🤍💙🍔🍟🥤

i could honestly continue yapping but i was not expecting this to take longer than i was originally expecting so imma just end it here for now. i do want to thank everyone in the smg4 community for your continuous support. the amount of appreciation and love i get is still insane for me to grasp and i adore every single piece of giftart i've ever received. never did i expect to grow this big let alone meet such incredible and talented people ever in my life. i genuinely love all of you guys. thank you so much and onwards to more silliness!!! 🍔🌈 ⛅️🌿

[demonicchicken1121]

Alastor, Rosie, and Cannibal Town: an Analysis (I’m fucking at it (Alastor Posting) again)

Ok I know that a lot of people have already been talking about this, but I really want to analyze Alastors behavior in cannibal town and how it’s so much different than how he behaves literally anywhere else.

Alastors true motives, personality, opinions, etc are widely debated in the fandom. Does he actually care about Charlie or the hotel? What’s his beef with Lucifer? Why did he make a deal and who was it with? Al is such a mysterious and closed off character, and his demeanor changes so frequently that no one in or out of universe really knows much about him. I personally think that the closest we get to seeing Alastor in his truest and most authentic self is when he’s in cannibal town.

From the moment they arrive, Alastors demeanor changes dramatically, even from a few moments before, when Charlie was venting about her relationship issues. He seems genuinely excited to be there and see Rosie, to the point where he seems to forget he brought Charlie here for a reason (hell I think he forgets Charlie is even there at a few points.)

Al and Rosie HAVE seen each other since he returned to hell, at the overlord meeting, but they didn’t really have the time to interact. Even so, they are so in tune with each other. This man was gone for seven years and here they are gaslight gatekeep girlbossing like nothing happened.

But once they actually have the opportunity to interact outside of the overlord meeting they’re super excited to catch up. The only other time he shows this much enthusiasm to see someone is with Mimzy, but things quickly goes south when she puts the hotel is danger. Alastors friendship with mimzy feels very onesided, and it seems that she only shows up when she needs something. While Alastor and Rosie clearly ask each other for favors, it feels a lot more equal in a way where they each get an equal amount of benefit.

And while we haven’t seen much of them yet, I get the vibe that they hang out in their free time and respect each others boundaries and schedules. I think Al went through cannibal town hoping to see her in the prequel comic, but figured she was busy after the extermination and instead asked some of the residents to say hello on his behalf. But that’s just a theory, a gam-

Also just a little thing I noticed, when rosie is joking about Charlie being too young for Alastor, Charlie looks visibly annoyed, but Alastors body language and expression don’t change. He tends to react relatively strongly when anyone (Angel) makes a move on him or assumes he’s dating anyone, but I think he knows Rosie well enough to know she’s joking.

Alastor lets his guard down so much in this part of the episode. He’s really in his element and his behavior seems so natural and genuine.

I love how he’s so willing to just roast Susan. Every iconic duo has that one person they fucking hate and will not be subtle about how much they fucking hate them. It’s especially funny with alastor, who’s usually really pretentious and passive aggressive when he insults someone, but with Susan it’s just

“✨Ornery old bitch?✨” also this is the only time in the entire series that alastor swears in a genuinely humorous way. In almost every other example, he is trying to intimidate someone or piss them off, and also when his staff was broken.

And speaking of his staff, I think it was actually a big deal that Alastor let Charlie use it, even tho it was for a very short time. This does show that whether or not he actually cares about her, Alastor does have a certain amount of trust and respect for Charlie. Despite that, I don’t think he would have done this if he wasn’t in cannibal town and with Rosie. The staff is clearly very important to him and likely holds some amount of his power, given how he reacted when it was broken.

As weird as this sentence is out of context, I think Alastor feels very safe in cannibal down. Rosie and probably the other cannibals genuinely like and respect him. it speaks volumes that not only he let Charlie use his staff, but he put himself in the position that would leave him vulnerable to Rosie if Charlie were to turn on him. While he knows it’s highly unlikely that would happen, I think it’s still worth noting that he intentionally left himself in such a vulnerable position in cannibal town and nowhere else.

Something else interesting I noticed, is that “ready for this” is one of the only songs that Alastor is interacting with another character, and isn’t competing for the spotlight. He is walking all over Vox in “stayed gone”, and getting walked all over by Lucifer in “Hells greatest dad”, but here, he’s very in tune with everyone else. He and Rosie are on equal footing and he feels secure enough to fade into the background a bit, harmonizing with the cannibals and letting Charlie take the lead.

So yeah, I feel like Cannibal town is alastors home in hell. His relationship with Rosie is probably the most positive relationship he has in the whole show. I think viv has mentioned that Alastor wasn’t a cannibal before he died, and I’m not sure if that’s still canon, but if it is, I can definitely see him becoming a cannibal when he became friends with Rosie. I can also see Rosie being one of his first friends in hell, maybe they even rose to power together. I’m clearly getting into some more speculative headcanons because I do what I want, but I’m putting them in their own section.

Now for headcanons with little to no substantial evidence ✨✨✨

I do actually really like the idea that they became friends very quickly and rose to power together. I like the idea that they were friends before Alastor became this super powerful force in hell. It also makes sense that he would trust someone who wanted to be his friend back when people weren’t constantly asking for favors or testing his power. Bc I do think that there was a short period of time between him arriving in hell and rising to power. (I have a lot of ideas about how he got his powers which probably will get its own post, but to brief, he wasn’t super powerful when he arrived in hell.) it makes sense that him and Rosie would have become friends in that period.

When he did start rising to power, I think Rosie would have guided him, given that he was a relatively new sinner. She would help him find overlords to target, possibly even letting him recruit cannibals to help him take them down. After he was finished broadcasting their screams, he would return their bodies to Rosie for her to sell. Maybe any cannibals who helped him would get discounts or first pickings.

This makes sense to me bc not only would it help explain why Alastor has never seen Rosie as a rival or a target, but also it would help explain why they’re so close. Nothing builds a friendship better than overthrowing incredible forces of power. Also they totally square dance on the weekends.

Viv please I need an episode that’s nothing but these two dicking around in cannibal town for twenty minutes.

[featguler]

CALL MY BLUFF !

jude bellingham x original female character.

AND I WAKE WITH YOUR MEMORY OVER ME THAT'S A REAL FUCKING LEGACY TO LEAVE

SUMMARY : Olivia cannot ask for anything more in her relationship with Jude Bellingham, except maybe, if it is possible, for Jude to not be as popular as he is right now. He has been the internet's boyfriend for, what? Two full years by now? Their sixth anniversary is approaching, and while they've been so long that she cannot imagine a life without him, a kind of hurt tugs constantly in her heart. No matter how many times he would bravely brag about the goals that he had dedicated to her, no one seems to understand how to respect their relationship. And Olivia? She was not built for the influencer life. She loves the pretty stadium pictures, she loves watching her boyfriend bask in the glory of yet another win, and she loves getting to sit on his lap with her arms around his neck in hang-outs with his star-athlete friends. But she is not a celebrity; she is just a girl from Birmingham. And never in her wildest dream should she think of an end to their relationship—but maybe it is time.

･:*ੈ♡‧₊˚:･ OLIVIA && JUDE

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[fairyofshampgyu]

Now live ! Stream: 6

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, dry humping, top! gyu, nipple play

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don���t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 2.5k

You’d gotten a lot closer to taehyun and kai recently, coming over to hangout with them and beomgyu, playing board games and card games drunkenly for hours on end. They were extremely funny and you really gelled with Kai and taehyun, enjoying your new found friends thanks to beomgyu.

The christmas concert was only nearing as well, but you and beomgyu were certain it was going to go more than smoothly, having sorted pretty much everything for it and rehearsals sounding perfect with the ensemble now that everyone was confident on their parts. You were actually really excited for it.

You’ve also still been helping beomgyu film his streams and managing his channel, but you also showing up on his streams seemingly only a one time thing. You hadn’t really spoken about it since you fucked him, thinking it would be a little awkward. It was only a spur of the moment thing, right? But you do know that it had gained masses amounts of views and money since it was the first time anyone else had ever been with him and they all loved seeing him actually get fucked when it had just been him for the longest time. You’d see comments every now and then asking what happened to the other unknown person and that they really wanted to see them both again on a stream together.

“Y/n!! You’re playing against me! Come on!” Beomgyu calls out to you, grabbing the controller and tossing the other to you. You were currently at Kai’s place hanging out for the nth time this week, game chosen first for you all to play, the classic Tekken.

You roll your eyes but take a seat next to him, selecting your preferred character, beomgyu choosing Lee as you pick the map. You both narrow your eyes intensely and side eye each other as the words ‘GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!” played across the screen and your characters said their little cringey intro lines at each other, huening kai and taehyun whispering and placing bets, giggling behind you both like little schoolgirls as they excitedly watched.

“You’re going to get absolutely obliterated, y/n.” Beomgyu turns to you, cocky grin slowly etching onto his face as he dramatically gestures with his hand about slicing your neck.

“Shiver me timbers. You’re so scary.”

And so the trash talking ensues as you both intensely play the first round, landing hits and dodging attacks until beomgyu evilly and suspiciously laughs and then uses some weird combo and your character is dead. He laughs even more at your shocked face.

“Whatever. It’s only the first round, beomgyu.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.

And you start the second round, beomgyu somehow cornering you and repeatedly hitting blows to your character. “Looks like I’m about to win again, y/n.” Beomgyu smirks, very content and smug. But you somehow get out of it and corner his character instead, repeatedly kicking and punching until the words ‘K.O!’ appears for him.

“HA! Take that, you little bitch!” You turn to laugh now and mock him and kai and taehyun do the same to beomgyu, finding it hilarious.

Beomgyu huffs and sticks his tongue out. “You just got lucky.”

The final rounds seems like it last forever, both of you smashing the buttons at record speeds, tension in the air palpable, visibly sweating and Kai hiding behind taehyun in fear and anxiousness when it’s too tense, both of them letting out commentries and dramatic gasps.

You and beomgyu are on your last legs, either of you could die any second, both of you on the same level of health.

“Ahh! I can’t watch! I can’t watch!” Huening kai puts his hands up to cover the screen and taehyun does the same, screeching, not looking but looking.

You don’t know which one of you dies until the game yells ‘K.O!!!!’ and it’s your character.

Beomgyu dramatically jumps up from the sofa, hysterically screaming and laughing and running around the room that he won, doing a silly little dance and coming up close to you to teasingly pull faces.

He’s so annoying. You don’t know why you find yourself smiling a little instead at his antics though.

“Okay so which one of you bet on me winning!” Beomgyu points to taehyun and huening kai. “Ah really, I’m just too good. I bet both of you did.” Beomgyu flicks his hair.

“Um no one did…We didn’t think you’d win at all.”

Beomgyu gasps and clutches his chest, “I cannot believe this is how I get treated every day. No one has any faith in me!” Beomgyu dabs at fake tears. “I’m just a kind soul and I get bullied everyday by EVIL people.”

“I demand a rematch!” You shout, still not wanting to accept beomgyu won.

“No it’s our turn now! I’m not sitting through that again!” Taehyun says, him and kai taking the two controllers.

You sit close to beomgyu so you could both share the small blanket together, cozying up a bit too much, shoulders and legs touching but you liked it. It was nice and warm. It was only because the blanket wasn’t big enough anyway. You’ve found beomgyu being a lot more clingier lately though. You see huening Kai and taehyun exchange a knowing look. You wonder what that was about.

You were on a bench outside with Chaewon, hot drinks in both your shivering hands as you talked in between your lectures, chaewon waiting for her next one which would start in a few minutes.

You spot beomgyu with yeonjun and a group of people gushing and giggling around him again, watching as he smiled and talked animatedly.

“Y/n, remember he’s a fuckboy don’t fall for him.” Chaewon catches you staring, grinning.

“I’m not!”

“Really? Because it looks like you’re giving him ooga booga heart eyes.”

“What the f…I am not! A-and he’s different-“

“Oh no. You’re not turning into those weird, delusional ‘I can change him’ people are you? Please stop oh my god or I fear we can’t be friends for longer.”

“But he is different!”

“You’re way past the help stage, dear lord. You are delusional.”

You sigh, defeated and unable to try and make yourself not sound weird. It’s little times like these that you’d love to tell your friend chaewon what’s actually happening and that beomgyu is actually Angel but you can’t. You swore to beomgyu you wouldn’t tell anyone he’s a camboy.

“Anyway I gotta go now so see ya.” Chaewon says and you both get up, saying your goodbyes that actually turn into another long conversation and both of you eventually leaving to walk in opposite directions.

As you walk back to your place though, you feel a snowball hurled at your shoulder. You turn around, ready to scold whatever silly teenage boy thought it was funny to do that only to see beomgyu in return, badly hiding behind a tree and laughing and giggling uncontrollably. That’s it.

You chase after him as he shrieks, picking up snow from the grounds to mould into a ball and throwing it at him as he ducks behind trees, cold air shivering your skin but you felt some kind of warmth in your body when you saw beomgyu bounding ahead, his hair bouncing as he laughed, feet sinking into the snow as he tried to run but it was very slow since there was so much of the snow. Goddamn it. Why was he so annoying and endearing.

You both fire snowballs at each other until you make a particularly solid and heavy one, threatening to throw it at him as you grin.

“Y/n, that’s literally just a block of ice. Please. I’m too young and handsome to die!” Beomgyu puts his hands in surrender and fear.

But you throw it at him anyway, he makes a dramatic pained groan before taking his revenge and piling up an absolutely massive and densely packed one, maliciously smiling at you as he chases after you.

He hits at your back and you’re pretty sure it would actually leave some kind of mark, Jesus but see it as a great opportunity, fake collapsing to the ground, pretending to be hurt.

“HA HA—oh shit, y/n? Did you die?” Beomgyu runs to your lying self, feeling guilty and concerned. “Are you okay? I didn’t think it would be that hard I’m so sorry.” He searches your eyes anxiously and helps you up, holding your body close.

Then you let out a short chuckle until you can’t stifle it anymore and laugh manically, holding onto your stomach. Beomgyu blinks at you once, twice until he rolls his eyes when he realises and playfully shoves you back to the ground. “Got me worried over you for nothing, you evil shit!”

“You gotta admit it was funny.”

“Fuck you.” He shakes his head at you, mouth slowly curling into a grin.

As you both took turns showering at your place, ridding yourself of your cold and damp clothes, beomgyu sat on your bed with a serious gaze.

“Y/n. Let’s talk.”

“What about?”

“I know it might be too much to ask and you can say no but ever since we…fucked on that one stream we got a load of money and new viewers. It really blew up and they really want to see us both again, you probably noticed.” Beomgyu pauses, trying to articulate his words. “And…and I think we should do it again. Just doing solo can get boring after a while, there’s less you can play around with than with someone else and I think it’s a strong new direction to take on the channel. We’ll both be getting a lot more money. But you can definitely say no though! I totally get why you wouldn’t want to.” Beomgyu quickly adds, flying his hands in the air.

You know you had thought about it before but you’re not sure if you did actually want to be full on working with beomgyu like that, for everyone to see and open for people to say whatever they want. You know you’ve definitely seen some viewers say not very kind things to beomgyu sometimes and you would just report and filter them out. It could be a lot and also risky trying to hide personal information about yourself. But then again, you’d be making a lot of money and when you did do it, that one time, you have to admit you really liked it. You’d literally be fucking Angel, guy of your (wet) dreams for literal years and getting money for it.

“Okay. We can try it out and see.” Reluctantly, you nod your head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. we can try and see how we feel about it. We could film it now, it’s a been while since a stream.”

So you both set the camera up, pressing the button to go live, already hundreds and hundreds of viewers swarming in and blowing up the comment section at the sight of you again, all of them excited and already tipping you both.

You straddle his lap and kiss him, trailing hot kisses down his neck as he softly moans at the contact of his crotch with you and starts humping up and rubbing up against you none stop, weakly holding onto your hips and whimpering into your mouth as you both continued to grind, rolling your hips on his and his dick only hardening in his pants as you both rutted against each other.

“Fuck me, baby.” You lay down on the bed and beomgyu stares at you dumbfounded between your legs.

“B-but I’ve never-” Beomgyu sheepishly averts your gaze.

“It’s okay, you’re so cute.” You hold onto his waist to bring him closer and stroke his wet dick a few times before you take it in your hand and bring it your entrance, moving forwards yourself to slowly sheath his dick into you, filling you up and beomgyu yelps at the feeling, body jerking.

He holds on to you tight, his face falling into the crook of your neck and moaning as you grip his hips, guiding him to fuck into you. Hips snapping into yours without experience and no rhythm and you can feel him practically drooling on your neck, already such a mess.

“S-so good…ah ahh…” Beomgyu eyes nearly roll out of his head as you grips his hips again and make him thrust into you so fast and hard and he lets out continuous strangled moans.

You pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck, he only looks at you with dazed eyes and a slurred groan as you roughly pull him into kiss, biting at his lower lip and he lets you dominate the kiss, still tugging at his hair.

“Can’t you fuck me better than this, Angel? Or are you just a pathetic virgin?” You pull away.

He shakes his head, lip wobbling, “I can, I can!” Beomgyu starts to try and fuck you harder, thrusts and pace becoming entirely erratic, rutting into you dumbly and cluelessly as tears roll down his heated cheeks in embarrassment and you know he won’t last long.

You move your hands up his chest and he shivers, pace staggering and chest heaving as you touch his nipples, flicking and rolling at the buds and he breathes heavily as he cries and moans, movements sloppy and desperate.

“C-can’t fuck you…am p-pathetic…” Beomgyu shakes his head and cries and wails, “close, gonna…”

You take one of his pretty nipples into your mouth and suck, swirling your tongue and your hand going to circle at your own clit so you can cum with him.

Beomgyu hides his face in your neck again, attempting to muffle his loud whine as he spills his cum all in your pussy as you do too, clamping around him and he stills his movements as he shakes, collapsing and holding onto you so tight as he gasps and tries to calm down his breathing.

You grab the camera again to film his pretty post-orgasm face, trying to pry his face and body away from you so you could film him but he doesn’t budge, refusing to let you go and instead, nuzzling his face more in your neck and clinging tighter onto you, whining at you for trying to get him off.

You switch the live off, cluelessly and a little awkwardly stroking his soft hair, “Gyu…we need to clean up.” But the only response you get is his soft snores. You sigh, knowing you’d have to be the one to clean you both up but you don’t have the heart to get him off you just yet, looking so cute absolutely knocked out. You can’t help caressing his soft cheek slowly with your thumb and he leans into it.

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[bitegore]

okay i am actually writing the Experimentalist First Aid metapost right now.

Beginning statement and caveats - I have no reason to believe this is canon and basically don't, except that I like it better. However, it literally would be indistinguishable from canon for the most part for various reasons outlined below, so like, you can't prove it's not. Canon compliant canon divergent headcanon territory.

Also, this is about G1.

I think First Aid is many things.

First Aid is a big giant fucking baby and he has the experience of someone who has been alive for Ten Total Minutes. First Aid is not old enough to have properly-tuned self-preservation instincts or an understanding of what will and will not be able to kill him. Unlike everyone else, he handles this by being a giant soft baby (affectionate) and going "I don't want to go fuck around with things that can kill me" and hangs out inside, where he gets his fill of Necessary Exciting Stuff(tm) with Ratchet and the other Autobots. However, he's still got the ravenous desire for Experiences, and this turns into

He fucking loves learning. he loves learning so much. He doesn't want to get hurt but he wants to know everything. Sometimes he needs to go out and do stupid things for that, but he'd rather learn from someone else's experiences first.

He is a medic. He likes to help people, but he likes to help people by taking them apart and getting elbow-deep inside of them and rearranging things, which is usually the kind of thing that human people get squeamish about. Even granting that Transformers are not as squeamish or flinchy about gore as humans are, being the person who gets to watch their friends get grievously injured and then stick your hands in there and mess around with the wound is pretty heavy for some (most!) people! But I think it would be a strange reading to say that First Aid doesn't like to be a medic, so this clearly doesn't bother him the way it might bother someone else. He doesn't like when his friends are injured, but the actual process of surgery - cutting them open or digging into a wound to clean it out, that sort of thing - isn't a problem for him, which leads into

Even by TF standards, First Aid is remarkably unfazed by injuries, gore, and insides-currently-outside than someone else his age would probably be. And that means I can get away with the next few parts...

I read First Aid as a sadist. In the autonomous, just-kind-of-happens sort of way, not the "I'm going to menace you" sort of way people sometimes interpret that statement. People get hurt in front of First Aid and he finds himself fascinated by the injury and immediately concerned with fussing over them in particular, partially because it's his job to pay attention to the wound and partially because there's something about pain and injuries that fascinates him beyond the confines of his job.

First Aid also likes his job, and he likes doing a good job, which means he's not aout to just start banging anyone up to hurt them for the hell of it because his job is to fix them. I don't even imagine sadism is particularly uncommon among doctors, because frankly it only makes sense to me that the characters literally hardwired to cut people open might have something making it so they don't feel bad when they cut someone open. Which would mean it has to be easy for them to maintain an Autobot standard of professionalism, which doesn't really prohibit being buddies with your patients (see: Ratchet) or, like, certain human standards of care around privacy and freedom from experimentation, but does broadly prohibit being needlessly cruel to your patients in a way they themselves aren't on board with. So this doesn't interfere with his job at all, basically; it's just some extra thing he has on the side for the most part.

First Aid is a big giant fucking baby and he has the experience of someone who has been alive for Ten Total Minutes. First Aid is not old enough to have properly-tuned self-preservation instincts or an understanding of what will and will not be able to kill him. Unlike everyone else, he handles this by being a giant soft baby (affectionate) and going "I don't want to go fuck around with things that can kill me" and hangs out inside, where he gets his fill of Necessary Exciting Stuff(tm) with Ratchet and the other Autobots. However, he's still got the ravenous desire for Experiences, and this turns into

He fucking loves learning. he loves learning so much. He doesn't want to get hurt but he wants to know everything. Sometimes he needs to go out and do stupid things for that, but he'd rather learn from someone else's experiences first.

He is a medic. He likes to help people, but he likes to help people by taking them apart and getting elbow-deep inside of them and rearranging thigns, which is usually the kind of thing that human people get squeamish about. Even granting that Transformers are not as squeamish or flinchy about gore as humans are, being the person who gets to watch their friends get grievously injured and then stick your hands in there and mess around with the wound is pretty heavy for some (most!) people! But I think it would be a strange reading to say that First Aid doesn't like to be a medic, so this clearly doesn't bother him the way it might bother someone else. He doesn't like when his friends are injured, but the actual process of surgery - cutting them open or digging into a wound to clean it out, that sort of thing - isn't a problem for him, which leads into

Even by TF standards, First Aid is remarkably unfazed by injuries, gore, and insides-currently-outside than someone else his age would probably be. And that means I can get away with the next few parts...

I read First Aid as a sadist. In the autonomous, just-kind-of-happens sort of way, not the "I'm going to menace you" sort of way people sometimes interpret that statement. People get hurt in front of First Aid and he finds himself fascinated by the injury and immediately concerned with fussing over them in particular, partially because it's his job to pay attention to the wound and partially because there's something about pain and injuries that fascinates him beyond the confines of his job.

First Aid also likes his job, and he likes doing a good job, which means he's not aout to just start banging anyone up to hurt them for the hell of it because his job is to fix them. I don't even imagine sadism is particularly uncommon among doctors, because frankly it only makes sense to me that the characters literally hardwired to cut people open might have something making it so they don't feel bad when they cut someone open. Which would mean it has to be easy for them to maintain an Autobot standard of professionalism, which doesn't really prohibit being buddies with your patients (see: Ratchet) or, like, certain human standards of care around privacy and freedom from experimentation, but does broadly prohibit being needlessly cruel to your patients in a way they themselves aren't on board with. So this doesn't interfere with his job at all, basically; it's just some extra thing he has on the side for the most part.

I think that's all the requisite readings.

In sum, this gives us a guy who relaly likes being around people in pain, who also likes being the guy to help them out of it, and likes to learn. He's encouraged to do all of these things by the people around him, because he's not being concerning about any of it- he's just dedicated to what he does and he's good at it, and getting better every day.

And by the same tokens, you have a guy who really, really badly wants to get to take someone apart over and over, because he wants to see how they work on the insides and he likes the way they look when they're in pain, but he doesn't want to fuck over his friends, comrades, patients, or teammates, and everyone he's interacting with is at least three of those things.

Plus we get G1 First Aid's pacifism, which is a strongly-held ideological standpoint that First Aid maintains - he won't fight, he won't carry weapons, but he will work as a medic. We can interpret that this isn't a squeamishness issue for him by the asme tokens I established earlier - that he's much more okay with getting into the guts of his friends and coworkers than the average person would be - and also by the fact that he was built in a military context and everyone else is a military fighter of some sort. if he were reluctant to hurt people because of anything shy of serious personal convictions, I am convinced that the Autobots around him could have convinced him otherwise. His position is profoundly difficult to maintain in an active war zone, aftr all.

So even beyond standard Autobot ethics, First Aid does not want to hurt people. Yet I reconcile this with saying he is an innate sadist anyway, because they're not mutually exclusive. It really just means that, like, First Aid can want to take people apart all he likes; he's just not going to do it to anyone until someone asks him to.

As an aside, in my corner of fandom anyway, it seems like we talk a lot about characters who kind of throw interpersonal concerns and care for those around them to the wind in order to chase their own hedonistic desires (see: Vortex, Overlord, Motormaster, Megatron, etc) or otherwise, put bluntly, just kind of don't care that much about their partners' and playthings' consent even when they have it. And that can be a lot of fun, obviously; I like them. But as of late my friends who shoot the shit with me about consensual kink in Transformers have been busy or we haven't been talking about it for a while, and I've been missing the other side - the exact same desires and interests, just harnessed, controlled, and managed, not because First Aid has to but because he just, like... feels like it. It's what he wants to do. And, like. yeah the Autobots wouldn't be pleased if he turned out to be some sort of turborapist, lol, but he's the first person to decide he's not going to run around doing harm. I tie it into the pacifism. Part of this reading is because this is my reading; part of this reading is because I want to insert even more contrast between the characters I see First Aid Aid played alongside than I'm already seeing when I finally sit down and write about him myself.

So what this boils down to - all together - is that First Aid wants someone to ask him to take them apart.

And he likes to learn.

So the first person to catch his attention and walk him through opening their chest up is going to get to see him catch his brain on every shiny new edge he's not used to seeing outside of a medical context, and he's going to go over and catalogue every single part and take them out and put them back in and he's going to do it over and over until he can do it without looking and then he's going to do that to everything else, too. He's going to pick up every style of play fast and hard, but I read him landing hard on the "roleplay is kind of silly, I like bodies" side of domination. And I think he'd enjoy domination a lot.

He's a good student and a quick study. He likes to learn. He's enthusiastic and comfortable being taught, too. It would be very easy to turn him into a service top, too, to talk him into being an extension of your own hands and guide him through doing what you want.

But only to a point. Because he's still a pacifist, so you can't use him to hurt someone else, unless they're also asking for it. But, hell, he's part of a combiner team... I bet that would come easy to him, too, once he does have everyone's consent.

In a few thousand years, I think First Aid is going to maybe be one of the biggest kinksters in the entire Autobot faction, or he's going to have extremely narrow and extremely specific tastes. But he's going to get there through experimentation and he's going to get there through his fascination with anything new, which right now is everything.

Last bit is that - I think his instincts are not fine-tuned, self-preservation-wise. I think his social instincts are just as bad. you develop those over time, after all, and through experience, and he doesn't have that. And he's a pacifist because he doesn't want to hurt Decepticons. Very sweet, certainly, but the Decepticons are like... kind of dicks lmfao. The way of things is not very complicated because there are so few Transformers around and alive; eventually First Aid is going to run into a Decepticon. The question is if he ever ends up on good terms with someone from the other faction - or if he already has - or if he gets himself hurt early and learns to avoid them fast. But even with the latter, I don't think that's how he'll stay. I think he wants to experiment. I think he wants to learn and do more and learn more. So eventually he will run into a Decepticon who is also willing to play the way he's willing to play, and they will end up making, if not friends, then at least some sort of positive interaction and First Aid will...

...well, he's never going to stop being curious, huh. That would be boring. But his morals and standards for his behavior are either going to stay ironclad or they won't, and either way it'll be interesting to see what happens. Because there's no bottom to where First Aid might go, eventually.. as long as he's being asked for it.

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Five

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: swearing, pining, discussion of virginity and intimacy issues, mentions of sex/arousal, alcohol usage, col being a sweetheart

Stay tuned for those of you here for the smut...it's coming very, very soon. ;)

Presley

Colson and I have developed a bad habit of sleeping together.

Literally just sleeping. Nothing else. Sometimes, we don’t even talk. I wait until Cash is asleep and then I go to Colson’s hotel room. He’s come to expect it now. I crawl into bed with him if he’s already laying down, or I get under the blankets and wait for his warm body to join mine. And then we hold each other, all night long.

I know this is a bad idea. I know that whenever I return home, I’m fucked for sleeping. But I can’t help it. Why stop myself from doing something when it feels so good? Besides, it’s good for Colson too, and anything to help out a friend.

There’s been no talk about me going home. I’ve brought it up a few times, but Colson immediately shuts it down. He knows how happy Cash is that I’m here, but even more, I don’t think he wants to give up our sleeping arrangement either. Fine with me. The thought of going home conjures sickening feelings of loneliness that I want to keep avoiding. 

We’re at the halfway point of the tour, and the boys scheduled a vacation before the next leg of the tour starts. We’re going to The Maldives and staying in those little houses on the water, something I’ve dreamed of my entire life. 

Cash and I are back home in Michigan to swap out some clothes and pack new ones more suited for a beach vacation. I’m carefully packing bikinis into my suitcase when Cash comes into my room. He's already packed so he’s hanging out at my place while we wait to leave for our flight.

“What up?” He says, plopping onto my bed.

“Just packing. Living out of a suitcase is kind of a pain,” I admit, looking at him. My brow furrows when I realize he’s avoiding my eyes and his expression is decidedly guilty. “Cash?” I ask. 

Cash twists one of his curls, something he does when he’s anxious about something. “I wanted to talk to you about The Maldives,” he says. Oh god. Is he uninviting me? Does he want me to stay home? “I know we talked about sharing a house, but….”

“But?” I ask.

“But I really want to share one with Liv,” he says.

Immediately, relief washes through me. Thank god. That’s fine. Great, actually. Then I won’t have to sneak around as much. “Cash, that’s fine,” I say. But then I realize what that means. “Wait, weren’t you staying with Colson?” I was planning on staying with Olivia.

“Yeah,” Cash says with a little wince. “So you’d have to stay with him. Is that okay?”

I can’t act as excited as I feel, so I just nod. “Yeah, that’s fine,” I say casually. “I can put up with being Colson’s roommate for you.”

A bright smile flashes over his face, dimples deepening in his cheeks. “You’re the fucking best sister ever, Pres!” He gushes, lunging over my suitcase to hug me. 

I shriek and giggle, pushing him off of me after a moment. “I know,” I say. “Alright, now go away while I finish packing.” He salutes me and does as he’s told, and as soon as I hear the TV go on in my living room, I scoop up my phone to text Colson. But he’s already texted me. Cash talk to you about the living situation?

Dammit, Cash. Told everyone before me. Yep, I reply. Cool with you?

Convenient as hell, he replies. No more sneaking past your brother.

Exactly what I was thinking, I send back. I toss my phone onto the bed and start packing my bathroom bag, feeling giddy. This is going to be so nice, not having to sneak past Cash to sleep with Colson. I was wondering how we were going to pull it off on vacation. Honestly, I had resolved myself to just not sleeping, 

“Pres!” Cash yells. “Car will be here in five!”

“Alright!” I call back, zipping up my suitcase. I grab my phone to toss it in the bag and I notice Colson has texted me again. I’m excited for this. Colson, I’m excited, too. You have no idea. 

XX

On the plane, I’m seated next to Olivia, but then Cash comes over and smiles sheepishly. I roll my eyes and grin as Olivia blushes. “Who are you next to?” I ask.

“Kells,” Cash answers. “You’re the—”

“Best,” I answer for him, “I know.” I get up and Olivia smiles at me as I take my pillow and blanket over to where Colson sits. We’re in first class, so it’s two seats to a row, just the two of us. I get butterflies every time I’m near him. I know I should be distancing myself. This can’t go any further than sleeping, but I can’t help myself. I’m letting myself enjoy it. This isn’t going to last forever. 

“Fuckin’ Cash,” I say, and Colson chuckles, but he looks a little uncomfortable. I frown. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Colson says, forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” I say, anxiety spiking. Has he changed his mind about all of this? I put on my AirPods and wait for takeoff. 

It’s a long flight and I’m tired. Even in first class, it’s inconvenient to have such long legs, and I keep shifting around, trying to get comfortable. I huff in annoyance but then I feel one of my AirPods get removed from my ear. I look over at Colson, the culprit.

“You okay?” He asks.

I shake my head. “I can’t get comfortable.”

Colson considers this. “Here. Take the window seat and put your legs over my lap,” he says.

“But aren’t you tired, too?” I ask.

“I’ll sleep when we get there,” he says, already getting up. “Switch with me. C’mon.” He glances back in the direction where Cash and Olivia are, and my brow furrows, but I’m too tired to argue, so I swap seats with him. I lean against the wall with my pillow behind me and lay my legs across Colson’s lap. He takes his time getting my blanket over my legs and making sure I’m cozy. He hands me back my AirPod and unpauses his movie, and then he slips his hand under the blanket to curl around my foot. He squeezes gently, a mini-massage, and it feels so good that I immediately hum and close my eyes. God. How does everyone not fall in love with Colson Baker?

I wake up some time later and the sun is peering through the window. I stretch and look over at Colson, whose head is tipped back. He’s asleep, lips slightly parted, and he looks comfortable. One of his hands is on my shin and the other lays warm on my thigh, and I feel so safe and relaxed. 

I allow myself to imagine for one second that he’s my boyfriend. In a perfect world where I’m not terrified of intimacy, where relationships are always perfect, it sounds pretty amazing. Going on trips together, being backstage at his shows. While I can deny it if anyone asks, I can’t deny it to myself any longer. I have feelings for this man, strong ones. And I can never, ever act on them.

Even if I wanted to, what would Colson want with someone like me? What would MGK want with someone like me? A virgin. A homebody. Intimacy issues up to my fucking eyes. He would never want someone like that, and that comforts me, in a way. It keeps me thinking logically. 

An announcement comes over the system letting us know that we’re going to start our descent. Colson takes a deep breath and blinks open his eyes, stretching a little. He looks over at me sleepily and gives me a crooked smile, which I return. I pull my legs from his lap and slip my feet back into my slides. We’re quiet on the descent and as we exit the plane.

Cars take us to our homes for the next two weeks, a row of little houses out on the water for all of us. No one else is staying near us, so it’ll be super private. I feel giddy with excitement as I get out of the car and look around. Colson comes up beside me and I look up at him. “Which one is ours?” I ask.

“Doesn’t really matter. They all have multiple beds and rooms,” he explains. “Pick your favorite.”

I like the one on the very end and I point. “That one.”

“Deal.” Colson grabs our suitcases and starts walking. I let us inside and holy shit, this place is amazing. A cute little kitchen and living room, two bedrooms, one of which has a gigantic window facing the ocean. A gigantic jacuzzi tub outside on a back deck, and a slide into the ocean. It’s incredible.

”Holy shit,” I breathe as I walk to the bedroom window. “This is crazy.”

Colson comes up beside me and leans on the windowsill. “I needed this,” he says.

I finally look at him, and this time, I look closely. Despite sleeping together, we still go to bed late and wake up early. He is tired. So clearly, obviously tired. It’s early in the morning, but this man needs sleep. 

I slip my hand into his and he looks down at me, those blue eyes weary. I tug him towards the bed. “You need to sleep,” I say.

“Don’t you want to tan? Swim?” He asks, but he follows me anyway.

“We have two weeks for that,” I assure him, pushing him gently so he’ll sit on the bed. “For now, let’s catch up on some sleep.”

Colson sighs and slumps. “Thanks,” he says gratefully. 

“I’m going to go change,” I tell him, grabbing a pair of shorts and a tank from my suitcase. “I’ll be back.”

I change in the bathroom and brush my teeth, redoing my French braids. When I return, Colson is already in bed, his chest bare, and I know he’s wearing nothing but those tight, black boxer briefs. He looks so hot in them. I love when he gets up in the middle of the night because I get to check him out. 

I crawl into bed beside him and he opens up an arm. My heart squeezes at his sleepy expression and I snuggle in close, resting my head on his chest. One of his hands slides down to curl around my waist and the other pulls my thigh across his hips. I sigh in relaxation and close my eyes.

“Pres,” he whispers.

“Hm?”

He’s quiet for a second and I lift my head to look at him. He glances at me and then looks away. “I’m glad Cash wanted to switch places.”

I smile softly and settle my head back onto his chest. “Me, too.”

Colson

Presley and I wake up right around the same time. The air conditioner has the room cold, so she snuggles closer and I pull the blankets higher. “I’m cold,” she says, voice raspy with sleep.

“C’mere, I’ll warm you up,” I tell her. Her eyes meet mine and a moment later, we’re kissing. She moans softly when our lips connect and within seconds, I’ve maneuvered her on top of me. She grinds her hips down and we moan together, and then —

I jerk awake. Presley isn’t on top of me. Actually, I’m halfway on top of her, my head on his chest, my arm draped over her waist. A dream. It was a fucking dream. 

“You okay?” Her voice is soft. I hadn’t realized she was awake. I do a scan of my body, realizing with relief that my cock is nowhere near her. It’d become pretty obvious pretty quickly what I was dreaming about if it were. 

I clear my throat and roll off of her, staying on my stomach no matter how uncomfortable it is. “I’m fine. Just a bad dream,” I tell her, rubbing my face. “How long you been awake?”

She shrugs. “Not long,” she says. 

My eyes narrow. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not,” she insists, looking at me, but then she sighs and rolls her eyes. “Fine. A couple hours or so.”

I blanch. “You should’ve woken me up!” I say, baffled.

“You needed to sleep,” she says. “It’s no problem. But I have had to pee since I woke up, so I’ll be right back.” She disappears into the bathroom and I groan softly, frustrated. 

Before we switched seats on the plane, Cash talked to me about Presley again. I had thought stupidly that since he was getting involved with Olivia, he would be less concerned about me and his sister, but I was wrong. 

“I know you’re staying together,” Cash said, “but nothing has changed. You still better keep your hands to yourself.”

At that point, I was irritated. “Jesus, Cash, and I’m not a fuckin’ dog,” I told him. “I would never do anything she didn’t want me to do.”

“I don’t really care what she wants,” he said seriously. “Nothing happens between the two of you. Got it?”

“Got it,” I muttered, glad when he finally got up and went back to Olivia. 

The guy is relentless and annoying, but dammit, he’s my friend. This sleeping thing has already crossed several lines, I’m sure, but I can’t take it further. I don’t know what to do. Sex dreams certainly aren’t helping matters.

And then I realize there will be no getting off for me with Presley staying in the same house.

“Fuck!” I curse into my pillow. Like I said to Cash, I’m not a dog, but I do have a higher than normal sex drive, and since Presley and I have been sharing a bed, I haven’t been with anyone. I’ve gotten myself off, of course, but I haven’t actually had sex in over a month now. It hasn’t really bothered me until now. 

And it isn’t going to get easier because Presley comes out of the bathroom in a tiny red bikini.

Fuck.

XX

Once we get in the water, none of us gets out for hours other than to get drinks.

I’m on my third beer at this point, and I’m in heaven. The water is warm, the sun is hot, and the beer is cold. I’m surrounded by the people I love most in the world: Ash, Liv, Slim, Baze, Rook, Justin, Cash, and now Presley. Slim has music playing from a speaker sitting on the deck of his and Justin’s place. The girls sit on the deck talking, kicking their legs in the water, and I’m thankful for my sunglasses because I can’t keep my eyes off of Presley.

She has a body that just looks naturally athletic, but somehow, she still has that hourglass shape. Her tits are more on the small side, which is my favorite, but her ass is perfect and round. Not that I can see it right now with her sitting down, but I’ve definitely noticed. Water drips from her tanned skin as she laughs with Liv and Ash. God dammit, this is getting hopeless. How am I supposed to survive the next two weeks of living with her?

“I’m getting hungry,” Rook says. “What are we doing for dinner?”

“I thought we could go into town,” Ashleigh says. “Thoughts?”

“I’m down!” Presley says and Liv agrees. 

“I need a chance to wear one of the cute dresses I packed,” Olivia explains and we all chuckle. Girls. 

“Alright, do we want to meet at the cars in half an hour?” Slim asks.

Liv looks right at Cash when she says, “Maybe 45 minutes?”

Presley groans and Baze and Rook look at each other, snickering.

“Alright, 45 minutes so Cash and Liv can fuck, and then we get dinner,” I say, and Cash splashes me. “What?” I say. “Are you planning on reading the Bible or some shit?”

“Fuck off, Kells,” Olivia says, but she’s giggling.

“I’ve heard enough,” Presley says, sliding into the water. She swims past me and we all disperse to our places. I follow after her, catching up quickly with my long limbs. “There are some things a sister doesn't need to hear.”

I force a chuckle, but I’m frustrated and jealous. Why does Cash get to enjoy Olivia but I have to treat Presley like a fragile piece of glass? It isn’t fair. But I’m torn for so many reasons.

First, there’s my lifestyle. Say I want to start something with Presley. She seems to like her life of living in one city, holding down a job, and being a homebody. I’m all over the world all the time. 

Then, there’s the fact that maybe she doesn’t even like me. It’s not like she’s made a move, and that could mean many different things, but still. Maybe I just serve a purpose for her.

And then there’s Cash. I love the kid. Now that he’s with us, I want him to stay. If I fuck this up, we could lose our best guitar player and an integral part of our band and friend group. I really don’t want to lose Cash. The others would probably hate me if that happened.

But god, this girl. From the second I saw her, I wanted her. In so many different ways. I love holding her, sleeping next to her and waking up with her. I love the way she looks. I want to get her naked so badly, to do some filthy things to her. And then there’s the way our personalities mesh perfectly. I’ve never gotten along with a girl so well before. Ever. 

We don’t just sleep. We talk. A lot. And our conversation just flows. It’s never awkward, and she’s a great listener. I’m starting to think I might even be able to open up to her about what happened. I’m not sure if I should yet, but if there’s anyone I’d want to tell, it’s Presley. She’s so kind and nonjudgmental, and she gives great advice. 

I didn’t know I could feel this way about a girl again, but I do. I want Presley to be my girlfriend. My partner. I swore off that shit, I know I did, but there’s just something about this girl. And it pisses me off that I can’t ever have that. It’s not fair. 

I follow her up onto the deck and take the towel she hands me. “You’re definitely sunburned,” she says, reaching up to brush her fingers over my cheek. 

“Shit, really?” I ask, but my face does feel hot. “Hard to tell on my body with all my tattoos.”

“I get that,” she says. “I have some aloe you can put on after you shower.”

“Deal,” I say. When we get inside, I freeze. There’s only one shower. Presley seems to notice it at the same time I do.

“Shit,” she says. “There’s no way we have enough time.”

“You can go ahead,” I say, but I really want to wash the sunscreen, sweat, and ocean water off me.

Presley considers. “Just…get in with me. We’ll leave our suits on.”

God, this girl is going to be the death of me. “Okay,” I say, following her into the bathroom. She starts the shower and lets her hair down out of its ponytail. Running her fingers through it, she tips her head back a little, which only pushes out her chest. I stifle a groan and look away. I’ve been half hard all fucking day looking at her, and it’s going to be very obvious since we’re no longer in the ocean. I let her get in first and then I follow her.

I keep my eyes to myself as much as I can, but I quickly realize it’s hard to shower in swim trunks. When I look at Presley, she looks irritated with her suit, too, looking down at it. We lock eyes. “I’ll keep my back turned until you’re done,” I tell her.

“Promise?” She says, and there’s that look on her face that I’ve come to recognize as insecurity. I want to grab her, kiss her, and tell her that she’s perfect, that there’s nothing to be insecure about, but I don’t. She turns around and so do I, and I drop my trunks to the shower floor. 

We navigate the shower carefully, and I’m all at once grateful for and annoyed at the double shower heads on opposite sides. As tempting as it is to look over my shoulder, I don’t let myself. Just knowing she’s here has my dick standing at attention, but can anyone blame me? I’m in the shower with a hot girl who’s naked but I can’t look or touch. It’s torture.

“Alright, I’m done,” she says. “I’m getting out now.”

“Okay,” I say, letting my head hang down under the stream of water. I glare at my dick, wishing I could will it to go down, but it has a mind of its own, apparently. I’m like a fucking teenager around this girl, I swear.

“Okay,” she says, and then I turn off the shower and get out, too. She’s no longer in the bathroom, so I dry myself off and then wrap the towel around my waist. Yep. Obvious boner. But I can’t help it, and we’re running out of time to be ready, so I decide to just do my best to hide it.

And then I walk out of the bathroom and crash right into her. 

“Shit,” I say, clutching at my towel with one hand so it doesn’t fall as my other hand goes to Presley’s waist to steady her. 

“Sorry,” she says, looking up at me. Her hand is on my bare chest. She swallows hard when she meets my eyes, and then she looks down. We’re pressed against one another, and there’s a 100% chance she can feel my dick right now. My cheeks burn and I press my lips together. It is what it is. 

“Um,” she says quietly, taking a step back. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” I croak. Her eyes are wide, still staring right at my dick. “Pres?” I say, snapping her out of it, and when her eyes meet mine, she looks startled and embarrassed.

“Just give me a few minutes. I’ll be fast,” she says in a rush of breath, then enters the bathroom and slams the door.

I stand there for a long few moments. Yep, that just happened. I sigh and go to get dressed. 

Like I said, torture.

I sit on the bed while I wait for Presley to be done in the bathroom. I’m leaving my hair how it is, so I don’t need anything in there, so all there is to do is wait. I lift my head when the bathroom door opens.

Out walks Presley in an orange dress that hugs her curves, landing just below her knees. Her hair is braided and she wears no makeup, but her tanned skin glows all the same. She looks perfect as usual. She slips into a pair of sandals and grabs her purse. “Ready?” She asks.

“Pres,” I sigh. I hold out my hand. She hesitates, but slowly, she walks over and gives me her hand. I look up at her, wincing a little. “I’m…really sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” she says quickly.

“It’s, uh, it’s been a while,” I admit, and her cheeks redden as she averts her eyes from mine. “And you’re a gorgeous girl who was naked in the shower with me.”

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s that startled look again. “You think I’m gorgeous?” she blurts, and then clamps her mouth closed, embarrassed. I have to hide a smile. She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed.

I laugh softly. “Pres, everyone thinks you’re gorgeous,” I tell her. 

She freezes, then lets go of my hand. “That’s not true,” she says, her toned clipped, and she hikes her purse up onto her shoulder. “We should go.”

I frown. “Presley. Come here.” My voice is firm and I get to my feet. Her back is facing me but she stops, hanging her head. Slowly, she turns around and looks up at me, and her eyes are so sad that it takes me aback. I swallow. “I’m not sure who or what made you so insecure,” I say, “but you are stunning.”

“Thank you,” she says quietly, and then, her guard is down. Her shoulders slouch and she sighs as she looks at her feet. “I guess I just…” Her voice fades and she shrugs. “I’m so insecure about my body. I don’t even know why. Nothing bad even happened to me.” 

My frown deepens and I take a step closer to her. “You shouldn’t be,” I say quietly.

“I wish I was confident,” she says, shaking her head. “Remember that time I walked in on you and that girl?” I nod. How could I ever forget? “I’m jealous of her because she was confident enough to let a stranger see her naked. I can’t let anyone see me naked.”

I frown. “Really?” I ask. “That must make it hard to sleep with people.”

She’s silent, and she seems to go rigid. Her eyes still avoid mine, and my heart starts to race. There’s no way. There’s no fucking way. “Pres,” I say, stepping closer. I touch her chin and tip her head up. She looks into my eyes and I notice hers are just a little bit watery. 

She stares at me, her jaw set, and she studies my eyes like she’s searching for something. Her cheeks are flaming red and not from the sun. She nods. 

My eyes widen a little. “Pres,” I say on a breath. “You’re…you’re a virgin?”

She stares back at me, and then she nods again.

Holy shit. No fucking way. No fucking way. 

“How?” I whisper.

She shrugs, and as she does, a little stream of tears falls from each gorgeous eye. She brings her hands up to wipe them away hastily. “I’m scared,” she confesses, and I swear my heart breaks right there. I don’t even know what to say, so I say nothing at all. I take the final step towards her and crush her to my chest.

Her arms wrap tightly around my waist and she lets herself be held. I rock her gently, breathing in her scent, and my thoughts move a thousand miles a second. How is it possible that a girl like Presley, with her perfect appearance and great personality, is a virgin. I know their family isn’t religious, so it isn’t that. Could she really be a virgin at 23 simply because she’s so insecure? I can’t wrap my head around it.

“We need to go,” she says weakly, but I can feel her trembling. 

“We can tell the others you don’t feel good,” I say, cupping the back of her head. “Order food and stay here.”

“Really?” She asks.

“Of course,” I tell her. “I’ll text the group chat now.”

“They won’t let it go,” she says. 

“Then let’s get through dinner. And as soon as we’re back here, we can talk,” I say, “or sit in silence. Or sleep. Whatever you want to do. It’s up to you, okay?”

“Okay,” she says after a moment. She pulls back from the hug and I can’t help but thumb away her tears. She sniffs and smiles weakly at me and I return the smile as warmly as I can.

“You alright?” I ask, and she nods. I nod, too, offer her my arm, and lead the way out of the house with my mind absolutely blown.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

S-so uh...does the 13 year old fucked up trauma bot also Do A Murder or is he just a shit. Ik hes a tiny shit in the route but I dont know how it ends. Do they all do a kill. Does aporia do a kill. Ur making me apeshit with these, thank you so much for posting them

YAAAYY TIME TO TALK ABOUT TAG FORCE 6 LESTER!!!!

yeah ok so he doesn't actually kill anyone in Tag Force 5, his personalized route is effectively "WOW this child needs to be medicated" and he psychologically torments Akiza at one point, but it is remarkably murder free (the same. can not be said of Jakob's route Where He Fucking Kills Lester and Primo and You Just Have to Sit There and Watch. GOD) Also sidenote Lester's endroute png is sooo so cute ;__; the text is a little harrowing but don't worry about it.

APORIA only does a kill at the very end of his TF6 route, when he INADVERTENTLY KILLS HIS FUCKIGN HUSBAND AND CRIES ABOUT IT AND I EXPLODE TEN THOUSAND TIMES!!!!!!

BUT ANYWAY. TAG FORCE 6 LESTER. AGAIN, NOT ONE OF THE MAIN TIER CHARACTERS. IN THAT GAME. so like his final heart event starts the same as Primo's, but he duels Yusei and Crow instead of Yusei and Akiza, and he doesn't actually kill anyone like Primo does (though he does threaten and taunt them as the Ark Cradle manifests)

and then when you actually go up into the Ark with him he immediately starts Saying Things That We Get a Little Scared Over

^This is why it's such a pet peeve of mine when people seem to assume the Three Emperors either A.) are humans who were turned into robots or B.) are partially human/flesh and blood cyborgs--it's a pretty fundamental part of them that theyre NOT human, or even really "alive" (in their personal views, anyway!) They're constructs built by some guy who's declared himself God out of the memories of one of his dead best friends. AND THIS ONE IS PERMANENTLY LIKE 12 ! :)

Lester also talks about the despair he personifies and somehow it's even more Oh God, Oh, God than Primo's rant on the subject is.

😀 OK COOL !!!!

like. Primo's endgame story event is horrifying because he just murders Yusei in cold blood and then tells you that youre gonna die with him for a God who doesn't care about you and a cause you will never live to see the benefit of. LESTER'S endgame is horrifying because this permanent child is genuinely so happy to hang out and 'play' with you and sees all of this as a Funny Little Game. he and Primo are both excited about it but in these two very different ways

AND. WELL. I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD ONLY HAVE 30 IMAGES IN A POST. SO I WILL BE REBLOGGING WITH PART 2 OF THIS SOON !!! STAY TUNED!!

[prettypinklass]

I for one, would really like to hear about the Awakening X P3, so fire away cause I am intrigued.

Also don't feel bad about being crazy about it, I have been crazy for 3 different Persona AU's which I am actively writing fics for, some even as far back as July from 2022. I am insane with you there, especially when concerning the multiple ones with only P3 as the base.

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED

This is the fic if you want to read it its not finished yet but yk. Putting thoughts under a cut because this might be a long one

The premise here is that I replaced Robin with Minato. Thats it thats the fic. Or it was.

Because now I have a whole list of social links with the Shepherds and other characters from awakening that I brainstormed with my friends. And Ryoji is there but only to Minato as Thanatos. And exploring Minato with amnesia, relearning the lessons he took from P3 and applying them with his new friends in the Shepherds, is really fun actually.

I dont. Have plans to explore every social link actually. I do NOT have enough patience for that. But I *am* writing out the social links for the Shepherds as a whole (the Fool), Lucina (the Hanged Man), and Emmeryn (the Star). Possibly Chrom as well im not sure

Anyway it includes ryomina, a lethal dose of headcanons, and the arisato/shirogane family au that ive recently been obsessed with thanks to another friend. stay tuned for marth jokes when tiki joins the cast because blue haired swordsman voiced by yuri lowenthal. I know he was recast in reload but please let me be funny just this once.

im not spoiling more arcana links but expect Minato and Vaike to be idiot best friends (I LOVE vaike hes so fucking funny) and some awakening kids shenanigans. and poor Frederick having to put up with the fact that Chrom found an amnesiac teenager lying on the ground and appointed him tactician after one(1) fight and discovering said teenager can spawn demons.

also minato and emmeryn parallels that i cannot wait to explore further

im so excited about this fic you dont even know. sorry robin out of the way im replacing you with minato and fucking sprinting with it.

Theres going to be. Definite changes later in the storyline (grima cant exist without robin, afterall, and awakening needs a big bad evil guy) but right now its just. Retelling awakening through the eyes of an amnesiac minato who is Very tired and Very confused

Awakening is my second favourite fire emblem game and persona 3 is my all time favourite persona game. i mash them together and get a wonderful mess to clean up

[quailavenuesystem]

Hi! I'm just gonna jump right in, I'm gender fluid!(I'm also a rat set out on stealing all your food but shh) I've decided I shall rant fictional characters on if I want to be them, be their friend, or join them in unholy matrimony, exciting, right? Let's rank our first dude I guess.

Jason Todd

And we're starting off strong! Big man, tank, daddy issues, what's not to love. Well, maybe the daddy issues but to each their own.

I don't really wanna be him though, I like being smaller, makes it easier to steal.

So the obvious option, if you've been online for an unholy amount of time would be unholy, right? Wrong. Man's would probably crush me like a damn fridge. I wouldn't be upset but like, I enjoy living man, shockingly.

A completely accurate description of me:

Don't get me wrong, he'd probably be sweet afterwards- if you were alive.

So finally, I would absolutely be this man's friend, he seems nice- once you befriend him, obvi. Like, joining the outlaws or something, their vibe with him is great. Also, I could climb this man like a dang jungle gym, and it would be so fun. Like, I feel like I could hang on his arm with a dang :3 face, so proudly. I have no shame, it would be completely platonic, and I feel like I would weigh nothing to this fucking tank.

Thank you for reading my unhinged rambling, tune in next time to my weird ass game of kiss, marry, kill, which I'll probably have sorted out somewhat by then (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

-Rat

[shojizbae]

Constantly Thinking about Eddie Munson

I have had the idea for a while about Eddie meeting an actual geeky nerd, she’s into star wars and all the typical stuff, but also, she’s fucking smart. Like giving Dustin a run for his money (but age-appropriate) smart. Anyways, Eddie is under the belief that he and the janitor are the only people at school. It’s a Thursday night, and it’s past the time that most clubs will have gone home by now. After giving it a well-deserved cleaning, he’s just locked up the drama room. (HC Eddie isn’t ‘messy or clean per se, but he strongly believes everything has a dedicated space). He whistles the melody to a van Halen song and swings his keys around the ring on his pointer finger when he passes the hidden band rehearsal room.

He stops as he hears this beautiful somber tune wafting from the cracked open door. He stops and listens for a moment but curiosity gets the best of him. He’s nosy by nature and he needs the answer. He gently slides the door open and hangs on the frame as he catches the artist. She’s sitting at a music stand on one of teh school’s plastic chairs and instead of sheet music there’s an open notebook with handwritten sheet music scrawled in ink that blotted and bled through the pages. She continues to play her symphony too lost in the zone to notice his nosy ass. The wall in front of her has a small dust-lined mirror that only shows her left temple. He can see you have fluffy bangs and that your eyebrows are scrunched up in concentration.

You play beautifully, he watches your shoulders jump and sway as you slice your bow across the instrument. it is only interrupted when he sighs in delight and a sharp noise comes from your bow halting abruptly against the steel strings. You catch eddies blissed face in the mirror as he jumps along with you

“Please, don’t stop on my account” He puts his hands out defensively like a cop is shinning a flashlight at him

“Who are you?” you give him a slightly accusati8onal look

“Eddie Munson, Town freak, and metal enthusiast” He takes an excited lunge toward you and holds his hand out for a handshake but steps back when he sees you slightly cower, hunching over the neck of your cello like a mama bird. “I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you” He steps back and put his hand in his pocket “I just had to hear you, you have a talent”

“Thank you,” You turn slightly back to your stand but he can see how your cheeks raise with a smile

“So hey, did you write that?” He takes another excited bound toward you to get a look at your notebook

“Don’t touch my book! Youswat his grubby hands away before he can get to it

“Sorry, hey I must be crossing all your boundaries?” He backpedals and pulls both hands out of his leather jacket “Let’s start over, I’m Eddie” He puts them genuinely on his chest and offers his least anxious smile “What’s your name?” you divulge him “Oh that’s pretty like that character from 

“Yeah” You cut him off

“Oh sorry you must get that all the time? People usually just call me a freak but one time in middle school I told a kid my name was Edward and they said ‘like that British prince?” Who even pays attention to the UK?” his perplexion made you giggle gently and it made him light up like a firework

“Wow, even your laugh is pretty-uhh” he cuts himself off when he realizes what he just said and what that might have implied. Any interpretation would be correct. If you thought that like your music, your laugh was harmonic he would have said yes but if you strung together that he believed you looked like a fairy princess from one of his secret campaigns you would also be correct.

“Thanks, Edward, you’re pretty too” You added even though you could feel your heart thrumming in a D4 “Hey do you know anywhere a girl could get a rootbeer float around here?” you began to pack up your cello into an acrylic case

“Uhh no, unfortunately, most of the mom-and-pop shops close during winter, and the mall is like forty minutes away. But, I can do you one way better.” He watches you wilt and then perk up with his words “There’s this swanky seven-eleven that got like one employee and I sell to him so he lets me pick out free shit all the time.”

“Oh sicks because I am” You pause and pat your pockets for emphasis “Low on funds”

“sweet, now give me that oversized oboe, and let’s get it my van.”

“Woah woah woah van? Are you trying to kidnap me?” you reluctantly hand him your cello case while you sling your backpack on your shoulder

“What? ME? Never! I might be handsome ad. charming but I am no Dahmer”

“Oh thank god, because you’ve got the glasses for it” You pat his chest as you pass him and flick off the light in the practice room

“You’re off your axis I’m not wearing any glasses.” he jogs a little to catch up to you

“Well you do kind of have that satanic I’m gonna stab you in the heart and sacrifice you to lord Baphomet kind of look going on. It works with the hair and all but there’s something a little Halloweeny about you.”

“That’s just rude little miss English teacher.”

‘I am not dressed like an English teacher!”

“Cause I’m looking at a denim skirt with an embroidered apple motif and a turtle neck cashmere sweater.”

“Ok, sorry I have style.”

“yeah, that of a widower with three cats named after famous jockeys.” He mumbles under his breath Before you can protest he loudly announces ‘there she is’ and pats the side of his navy blue van he throws open the pack door and very carefully slides your instrument in

“Climb in,” he motions with his head toward the passenger seat. You do, the car smells a little stale and you have to clear an old bag of take-out food that only had an empty box and some crumpled-up napkins. under that, you discover a box of condoms with ‘textured for her pleasure’ written in fancy gray cursive 

‘with three new textures huh’ you aloud and slap the box with your fingernails

“Hey put those down!” He snatches the box out of your hand and tosses it somewhere behind the center console “For your information, those ribbed got some tourist girl across the finish line twice

“Oh, really so have you just kidnapped my cello and put us in your little sex dungeon?”

“Hey, you better quit mouthing out if you want that rootbeer float.”

“Yes, sir.” You saluted badly, sat back on the passenger seat, and tucked your knees to your chest. He tried to gulp silently, but that ‘yes sir’ shook his stomach. He takes you through the cracked door of the twenty-four hour seven eleven.

"Sup man," He waves at the cashier without looking at him and books it for the ice cream machine.

"Here, take a cup," He hands you one of the biggest sizes of cups. "Then, just fill up the cup with the vanilla ice cream or whatever other flavor floats your boat."

"Who in their right mind would make a coffee root beer float?"

"Isn't that an Italian thing?" He pulls the cup from your hand and starts filling it with vanilla ice cream. "Like they put a scoop of ice cream and like espresso?"

"I don't know; I've never left Indiana." You accept the plastic straw Eddie hands you

"Really?" He gets a straw and takes a few steps to a large Coca-Cola dispenser. He blindly puts his cup beneath the cherry coke fountain. "Where are you from?"

"Indianapolis. but we- uh my dad and I- moved here when a job opened up for the band teacher."

"oh shit, your dad took old Mr. Nalistskys place?"

"I guess so," you'd shrugged and put your cup under a nearby Barq's rootbeer dispenser. "The last one dropped dead, and the houses here are pretty cheap.

"Yeah, that's cause everyone here is poor."

"Oh?" you pulled the paper wrapper off your straw and crumpled it up, "Are you poor, 'cause we're pretty poor."

"Yeah," Eddie started walking you back to the exit "My uncle and I live at the trailer park a couple miles away.

"Oh, my dad was looking at one, but after living in a one-bedroom apartment for the last 12 years, he wants some space."

"That's nice," the bell rings as you leave, and the cashier says, 'bye to Eddie "I'd kill to live in a bungalow."

"Oh, don't get me wrong the place is a real fixer-upper. We have to convert the basement into a bedroom or possibly the attic, but the house is still a one-bedroom."

"Well, go with the basement if you want to feel like a dungeon troll or a prisoner. If you want to feel like a vampire, go with the attic, although the attic will make it hard to sneak out." Eddie suggests as he jauntily waves his straw around.

"Noted, I turn eighteen next month, so my dad won't care bout sneaking out, but he might care about sneaking someone in." you shove your straw in the sweet-sludgy mixture and suck some up. Meanwhile, Eddie chokes a little. He clears his throat and opens the passenger door for you.

"Why'd you seize up like that?" you enquire when he shuts his driver's door.

"I just sometimes forget most seniors are 17."

"Well, how old are you?"

"You'd run for the hills if I told you."

"You think this van isn't enough for me to put my cross trainers on?" he chuckles boyishly at your sass

"uh, well, I've flunked senior year twice, so I'll be twenty in April."

"Oh, what, two years older than me? You thought that would scare me? In the city, my best friend had a boyfriend who was 23, and we were sophomores!" you laugh a little at the end. He laughs too but then adds

"That's not bad; that's a crime."

"Yeah?" you chew on your lip. "Would you call it a crime if I wanted to kiss you?" Eddie wants to formulate a witty response, but it seems you've fried his brain. Besides, you're already crawling over the center console.

[permanentclawgrip]

okay this was originally part of my roommate rant post but imma do it separately because its more of a critique of a mindset:

I do not understand rapid completionist collecting culture

i know what youre saying, "eve, what the fuck are you talking about that makes no sense" let me explain

theres probably a proper term for it but I've noticed a worrying trend specifically in online spaces recently of rapid completionist collecting culture. basically a subculture of wider collectors which focuses on the attainment of a "complete collection" as fast as possible and often with a disregard for the actual content of what they are collecting. i have seen posts about this in comic collecting forums. ive seen similar kinds of posts on video game forums. my experience with it has been through my roommate though, who i will kind of vaguepost about (nothing new for this blog tho).

My roommate, who we'll call Adam (not his real name) for the sake of brevity, has a real strange relationship with these cultures. I first noticed it soon after i moved in with him, when he decided to watch every publicly available tv show and movie that marvel has made,,, ever,,, including every ,,, single ,,, saturday ,,, morning ,,, cartoon. this small feat took months. all catalogued in a nice tidy spreadsheet noting the runtime of them, the episode count of the shows, which storylines were adapted (iirc), and his overall rating (again iirc). this was not a months long project because oh he only watched an episode or two a day, no not at all. i would leave for work with some x-men cartoon playing in our living room and come home to fantastic 4 playing instead. every day. hours upon hours. it was not a simple, "oh one day ill watch them all eventually". it was a dedicated marathon of back to back to back marvel. it honestly completely burnt me out on all things superhero just being in proximity to it.

so what is there to take from this? "let people like stuff!" "its just a show why are you so mad?" well its hard to put my finger on it to be honest without sounding pretentious or hyperbolic. ill try my best...

in just a second...

first lets get pretentious!

i personally find this style of engaging with content to be very shallow. ive always kind of had a bone to pick with background watching, having a show on while doing some other task, but this is different. while background watching is annoying imo, most of the time people are doing so with shows that are kind of built for that (think sitcoms or light dramas) where you can kind of tune in and tune out on a whim and the point is more on the other activity that the show is the background stimulation for (i.e. homework, sewing, cooking, hanging with friends, etc.). in short, when background watching, the point is not to really watch the show. so that should be the polar opposite to what my friend was doing, right? nope! all these stats and all this time, just to usually be playing destiny or scrolling through DiscussingFilms' twitter posts for most of it. this is a recipe for not really getting anything from these shows.

secondly, the binge model is kind of horrible for story engagement or thematic understanding. there are very few stories in long form media which adapt well to binging. it has been discussed before, so im not going to re-litigate those arguments here, but suffice to say that binging is bad actually. pair that with these shows mostly being background fodder and it just strikes me as profoundly pointless.

Maybe I just have different wants from my media than others, but i usually like my media to have a point beyond just "it looks cool" or "it belongs to an ip i like". spin offs dont really excite me unless theres a reason for it to exist beyond just "hey look at this cool side character! guess what? theyre a main character now!" yes a lot of good stuff has come from "spin off" series (look at puss in boots: the last wish as just one example), but their mere existence will never excite me. i prefer to really watch movies or tv shows that im interested in: dim the lights, grab some popcorn, and set aside time to really engross myself in every detail. its not for every show and it is a little time consuming, but the depth in every piece of art that you learn to see is so worth it. but maybe thats not everyone priority.

okay now lets get hyperbolic!

im not going to sugar coat this and itll sound weird, but i see a lot of similarities between this kind of hyper obsessive yet shallow fixation and some very very disgusting subcultures online. and i dont mean that because i dont understand them. i mean that because i am sadly referencing many of the boys and young men who fall down the alt-right pipeline through porn fixation. if you do not know what i am talking about, youll have to trust me on this because i do not think that anyone should look these things up on their own because good god every trigger warning possible applies if you look at some of these peoples accounts. they make my stomach churn and i am pretty resilient to things. basically for those who dont know, what im referring to is a subculture of predominantly young men who become obsessed with porn and porn stars to the point that it is all they can think about. if this is giving hints of incels, it should because the venn diagram is actually just a smaller circle within a larger circle. their obsession and incel nature leads them to the expected political and social beliefs: misogyny, transphobia, grooming, forced marriage, etc. truly some of the worst humans.

now is this a leap? admittedly yes. but i dont think the comparison isnt without merit. the initial actions are the same and both lead to heavy levels of social isolation. sure you have your in group that understands every reference you make, but beyond them, you become stunted. that social isolation is the most dangerous fuel for a man to have.

overall thesis

i could write at length about this topic (and who knows i might one day) but ill keep it brief for now. in short, this trend of hyper obsessive binging that ive seen is extremely confusing to me at best and potentially dangerous at worst. i wish i had a way to break people's habits with this kind of thing but sadly i do not know how.

[ducknotinarow]

2012 Raphael - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about… 

12 Raphie turn uwu I'm constantly sadden by people making him out to be abusive well openly ignoring how he contradicts his words all the damn time. Claims his brothers are annoying and he would be better on his own. First thing he dose when any of them are in trouble? run to their rescue. extends to others even like rushing to save April or how often he covers and protects Casey. You can't go off what he says gotta watch what he dose Raph is emotionally stunted and illiterate. He loves his family and friends he's just not able to communicate it ;3; Honestly I love his character arch in the show it's very much in the background seeing him going from Cocky and closed off to humbling himself a bit and opening up more. I just wish not most of his episodes centered around his fear of bugs (totalt of 3 times we get this plot) considering some of the stuff he dealt with u-u

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"I know how to write jeez." Two examples since the show dose give us this little peek of Raph's work on the party wagon. Raph writes in cursive and he kind of hates it. Raph just has the artist eye and because hes so used to writing tools from drawing he has a nice flow when he writes. Has one of the far more easier handwriting to understand. it is a nice little peek into who he is because its clear to read you can see that Raph is pretty confident the rounded look to his letters also shows he is creative with artistic ability but seeing as we have his art in view we already know this. He writes fast though because he is kind of impatience unless it for like the party wagon painting her than he'll take his time. It's often the only time you'll see Raph hold patience.

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"hmmm been a lot of places? See we went to space cause of the tricetrons. UH been to Japan twice one for time travel and I think Don said we went to some other world Japn that other time too? Uh saw Egypt and Transylvania as well? Soo I dunno whats more distance?"

I guess comes down to what you think is the furthest distance? In America it's up to the Farm House. On the planet? Thanks to Ranet him and his brothers have gone to Parts of Europe, Japan and even Egypt. He has been to Space and not just space different planets well there. Not to mention the few times he's go to full different dimensions. Which I dunno in a way is nice seeing how there was a good chance they would never even seen the surface of New York.

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"Eh I 'ike the city too much who needs the outdoors." Lies, during the farm house arch Raphael was fucking thriving in the woods. This boy was out there every day training and even taking care of things around the place like chopping wood for fires and what not. I think he came to really love being out in the woods since they had so much freedom even with the doom hanging over his head. Once Leo was awake from his coma you can see Raph being able to fully enjoy it. The few times they go camping or travel in more nature settings he never has any issue with it, its a nice change of pace from sewer tunnels and brick city buildings.

He was having the time of his life even when him and brothers tried to figure out how to simply start a fire he was pretty damn excited for a fire even if the rain took it out soon after. Heck first solo patrol he goes on hes wearing his vision quest outfit for no reason at all. Raph just really got in tuned with nature didn't take much for him to do so on his quest either able to connect with fire pretty easy. Also one of the times Raph's anger issue were really centered because he was anger all that fresh air seemed to be good for him.

Closest he gets to nature in the city is when he sneaks away to the docks. He loved the woods of course but he loves the beach even more. He likes the feeling of walking on the soft sand, loves the sound of the waves washing over it. When the moon is is wide and full it's near sliver light seems to just reflect over the water and give the sand an unmatched look. It's the pretties thing he has ever seen and only recreated once by a certain pretty boy of his.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"First? well I guess watching Splinter fightin' ? I kind of remember getting rolled over by that shopping cart too?"

I love Lone Rat and Cubs it's such a good episode makes me sad it was all the way in season 5!! But man It's just cute watching Splinter take on his role as the turtles Dad. And just watching him slowly watch his turtles personalities start to come in to fulrition. Raphael watched Splinter run to check on him when he got hurt and honestly? Raph as a baby turtle could have easily died at that time falling flat on the ground, having been ran over even and only his plastron chipped? To then watch Splinter's own anger flare and send him into a murderous rage on the kraang? Yeaaah I feel this was a core memory for old Raphie boy here uwu

Raph seems to really make strength and fighting out to be important. Often refereed to have a fiery warrior spirit even. Watching his father lash out when someone he cared for got hurt and won? Familiar isn't that?

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"I'll eat anything that aint fuckin' algae"

The turtles went a good while eating a very limited source of food for clear obvious reasons, but having pizza was like a mind blow experience so much so they wanted Mr.Murakami to make them pizza as well getting their pizza dumplings a dish they pretty much only seem to eat there. So safe to say Raph loves Pizza. He's pretty simple and more goes for just pepperoni often grossed out by Mikey's experimental toppings.

I'd also say that Raph also is a fan of lasagna because it was what Casey's dad made when he went to first meet them. Sure the whole meeting was awkward as fuck. But Arnold was hardly phased by A giant turtle in his house. He called him by name, he looked at Raph when he spoke. he didn't talk to him through Casey, and yeah maybe asking how long has he been a turtle been enough to make Casey face plat on to the table. Raph knew there wasn't any malice in Arnaldo's voice.

He did something Raph didn't know he wanted he saw Raph as he was he was scared or put off and even acknowledged it as just something normal he never diverts from the fact Raph is in fact a fucking mutant turtle. It's just who Raph is. And Raph can never explain it but he will always apperacite how Casey's Dad was with him and continued to be. So yes he loves lasagna but only caseys dad's I think it be cute if he learned how to make it since he takes on role of cook for his own family ;3;

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"Pft come on i'm all for metal music, punk or just good classic rock. Though Taylor Swift is my girl."

Of course Raph loves anything with good drum beats in it so he can learn the parts of those songs himself on his own drum set. He loves metal and music more in that vine. Loves the vibrations from those kinds of songs and groups. They are loud and it's kind of why he likes them so much it makes it easier to pick up on the sound from and its often how he learns to play those parts from listening so intently.

Of course hes got a soft spot for some pop music but nothing tops his love for Taylor Swift music from here start to her current sound even. Shake it off happens to be his all time favorite song and often what he listens to when hes just having a bad day. Lets to have little spa days listing to it on repeat uwu. It why he never would judge Casey on some of his taste in music cause Raphs a swifty u-u a proud one yes but still can he really mock anyone when he's over there in his room singing to bad blood? Nope besides he likes to think his and Casey's song is Wonderland.

Didn't they tell us don't rush into things? Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"Gotta be like a stone in river."

HAHAHAHHA not never this boy has never been able to just move on and let things go he just claims he dose. Donnie puts it best when telling raph to get new material. Raph never is full able to work though things though so it's hard for him to just let it go. He just brushes it off but that means it's never really resolved.

Hell his issues with Splinter is the biggest clue to this fact. Raphael never gets to fully get into how he feels because he struggles with expressing his emotions and feelings. From people not really letting him have the stage so he can talk, jumping in to fill in the gaps or put words in his mouth that isn't what he is trying to say at all. Which of course frustrates him because no one is listening! or giving him that simple need to be heard. Raph isn't looking for solutions he just wants his emotions to be heard. That is why his anger issue are so bad his temper is trying to express how he is feeling but it just comes out in a burst of furry and rage.

Raph never able to turly work over things that get to him it's why he seems to have issue with Leo its not aimed at Leo he just became the target. Raph ties so fucking hard he just wants Splinter's affection and praise. Splinter states he once wanted to be an artist and its why he named his sons after artist of his favorite period in time of art. And Raphs pretty good at art and takes it serious even knowing enough to name characters after works of art or artis themself it what he did with Chompy. He loves to fight and train and genuinely enjoys sparring and practicing. He often is the one who wins the sparring matches and when he dose? He seeks Splinters praise! He wants his Dad's approval so damn much. That Raph assumed he would be leader but when leo is made leader with out a second thought? Sure explains why Raph at the start is so critical of Leo's leadership. Questions his orders and heck he often gets Mikey and Donnie to agree with his side over Leo's turning the team against Leo more than once. But it was never even about Leo.Raph only ever seems to start expressing this resentment later when he finally calls out Splinter.

Raph just wants Leo to slip up knock him down a peg or two even show Splinter he isn't perfect and shouldn't be the so called favorite. Its kind of awful of Raph to see Splinter giving leo that weight of responsibility purely out of favoritism. It's pretty clear Raph admires Splinter he always shows him respect. He controls his temper around him listens to Splinter over any one even. This boy just feels he can never measure up to Leo in his fathers eyes.

Splinters death hurts them all of course but it hurts Raph worse because he never got to repair their relationship. Raph tried to follow his Dad's advice but it just never worked for him. To let things they get to him roll off his back like water, soon Raph found himself drowning in all that water. He was never water it was like his flames were being extinguished. It's what he needed most for people to see his fiery nature not as something bad because fire isn't always dangerous either.

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"Eh I dunno I sleep when I sleep and get what I need I guess."

Raph is a night owl he likes to stay up but he also dose struggle with sleeping a bit. So he is often just up watching tv till his eyes grow tried. Sometimes Raph sleeps just a bit more than he normally dose because sometimes getting up is just to hard and he rather be in bed.

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

"..I like art"

Raph and his art skills I wish got more love just cause it's so an underrated part of his character. I truly feel he got into it because of Splinter. But he soon took a real interest in it on his own learning about different artis and paintings even to points he uses it to nickname Mona and name Chompy after who I am going to claim to be his favorite artist Picasso.

Raph loves to draw a lot but it's something he more keeps to himself but his brothers I feel know raph can draw, he has draw fan art of Captain Ryan for Leo and used to draw with Mikey when they tots. He sort of got into the habit of Drawing special stuff just for Casey it was a subtle way at first for him to express he had a crush on them. Casey also being able to draw soon landed them to start making street art together and it was kind of his favorite thing to do nearly beating going out and getting into fights together even. I like to think he has drawn on Casey a few times with washable markers of course. Sometimes just the little grim reaper he draws Casey Vigilante look.

For a short time after Splinter dies though Raph can't pick up a pencil again and refuses to do anything art related. It just hurts too much. Chompy getting into drawing though sort of helps bring Raph's love for it back. In a way it's him getting something he never had with Splinter. He wanted to connect with Splinter so bad but just couldn't but his own kids? It sort of helps heal something in him that was always hurting he wasn't aware of.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"Eh not really for it much if im honest, people online are annoying."

He has some social media but he isn't active persay. Raphael isn't much for sites that would require more interaction on his part he more for stuff like Vine or youtube cause watching others videos is a bit more fun. of course he kind of likes the skater trick videos or mimicky jackass stuff that was pretty popular back then. He has a tumblr and sometimes he'll post his art there a few of his street art/ tagging as well. But never went and like connected with people online Raph kind of sees no value to it he rather it be in person even if he wont admit to it.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"Hmm I like maybe ten people at best."

Raphs just a grumpy turtle lets be honest. I would call him introverted though. He isn't very pleasant on a first meeting and he kind of doesn't give a shit to win people over either when meeting someone. But he dose tend to prefer others company at times, heck hell actively look around to see if any of his brothers are available to hang out with. Annoyed if they more occupied with other things. At other times he rather be alone and needs to be alone even.

But some people seem to be exceptions Raph dose seem to like hanging out with his brothers training with Leo, watching tv with Don or sitting in Mikey's room. But of course his favorite person to be alone together with is lCasey his best friend and boy friend uwu. Sometimes he can just exist in Casey's presence without saying a word. Though often when alone? They are a bit busy making out and such soooo talking isn't always needed uwu. But other times they are just happily cuddled together just soaking in each other.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"Smarter than bone head so clearly ya don't need it."

Raph's decently smart actually sure he isn't on Don's level or even Mikey's surprise genius but he is clever. A more creative thicker than a logical one for sure. Fights tends show this best since he can often adjust what he is doing on the fly. Like in his and Casey's fight he has to switch up what he is doing a lot. Taking advantage of what he can to get one up on Casey. He goes from brute strength to more tactical movements as Casey's way of fighting dose throw him since they can go both offense and defense easily. And Raph has a far more defense style of fighting.

He doesn't always understand what Don is saying and has to ask them to re-explain. But at the same time sometimes he'll make suggestion that sound stupid like shooting sonic blasts into the air only for Donnie to back it up and state he's not wrong just not in the litteral way he may take it.

But was able to learn how to make use of hitting pressure points just from watching Splinter do it.

I would more say he has Spatial intelligence, he is a visual person its easier to understand something when he can see it and works well with his ability to draw.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"I may like them a lot."

Raph is just making himself out to be a Disney Princess here, he loved and took such great care of Spike. He knows how to talk to pigeons and clearly loves them from how he petted one. He spoiled both Savage and Chompy as turtles. Knew exactly what they needed from their diet to their tank. Raph often watches animal documentaries as well and can get a bit too tied up in them. Easily grows attached to the ones more focused in the videos and will get visibly upset if anything happens to them. Like if a cub is killed he will be upset for days and often it's covered up because well he's Raph hes a walking bad mood. If asked? he knows he'll get laughed at but he really was upset okay u-u

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"uh? I don't really do 'em I guess?"

I feel its not really something the turtles do but I like to think for special occasions Raph will go out of his way to do something nice either find something his brothers mentioned liking or needing. He tends to go further for Casey but that's his boy friend uwu the more physical thing he gave Casey of course was their collar at first he was just messing around when finding one in some old shop. It was a joke a first wanting to make them pout cause hes cute when pouting, but then Raph kind of saw it as something Casey could keep from him something that was a more tangible visual of him and Casey dating. Of course, it played into a few kinks that Raph didn't know he had either. Outside that I feel Casey has gotten a few drawings from Raph not a lot just a few here and there. He rather Casey only have like finished work if he gives him anything like that.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"uh..ya know it's fine."

Raph loves his brothers theres no way around that he may fight with them find them annoying even and hell sometimes wish he was alone. But Raph would kill anyone who hurts them. He often puts them before himself "I don't care if I get hurt but my brothers?" Raph is very protective of his brothers and he would gladly die protecting them but his job is to protect them. He's a tough guy but he has a soft sport for all three of them.

Mikey of course that's his baby brother anything happens to him puts him in the worst panics and brings out the worst of his aggression. Raph also will help pick Mikey back up when he's been beaten emotionally down.

Donatello despite how he may drag them at times it's clear Raph is looking out for Donnie in his own way wanting to protect them from more emotional pains. Which is funny because in the show at least Don even with the fact he will call Raph a baby and often remark on bringing up old stuff all the time, also is the most in tune with Raphael. Often the only one who feels bad if he was the cause of Raph being upset. Raphael also tends to mess with Donnie the most in sparing matches its far more like playtime for him if not a lot of bullying. Think you can blame this on the fact that Donnie would fight back against Raph when they were tots. Don's like the only brother Raph will out right admit almost beats him in fights as well, Leo's his rival can't and wont do that. Mikey is baby brother he hate if they ever one up him after all. Donnie though? He even states how Donnie impresses him at times. I think Don showing concern for Raph's emotional state often helps with why they are the way they are sure they bicker. Raph and Don seem to often take eachs other sides pretty easily if they aren't fighting between themself of course. Don often agreeing with Raph against Leo. And Raph encouraging Don's own rebellious nature when going against Leo's orders. I'd say Raph and Don have a bit or rockyness between them still sadly and has kind of made Raph get distant from his twin in this verse when he was told Don had a crush on Casey he got visibly upset the reason for it was because he felt like him and Don always had a good relationship he could just always count on one fact. Donnie was there for him but he couldn't tell him about this? Even if Don is right and maybe Raph would have stepped back he just wished they would have trusted him. When it turned out Don was sick Raph of course worried about his brother and moved past this but as stated he never really got to properly air things out with Donnie and has sort of let that distance grow which he felt more when he and Casey were in a difference universe sort of using that worlds Donnie as a stand in made he see that well he really just misses his twin brother.

Leo of course they have their rivalry but it's clear that was never targeted at Leo. Raph loves Leo and he and Leo are very close referring to themself as the A team even. They often can work well enough with out talk needed between them. And can goof around easily. When Raph was in such a fit of rage Leo hugging him snapped him out of it. Often Leo can get through to Raph the best And Raph soon learned to understand what Leo's dealing with and ties to be his right hand more than another follower. Raph is honestly? very close to Leo despite everything Leo meet him head on sure they fight but Leo will try and at least give raph that space he needs to talk but he will also let Raph well be a little brother at times when he rests against them or just needs to seek out a sense of saftey he always turns to Leo. As sad as it is he can go to Leo over Splinter because he knows Leo dosen't think bad of him how he feels Splinter dose. He would rather die then admit any of that but Leo's nearly a parental figure for Raph. Losing Leo scares him more than losing Splinter ever did.

When Raph's and Casey's turtles mutate of course it's like them forming their own family. Raph honestly just wants his sons to know they don't need to earn thier love he will always love them and be proud of them if they make mistakes he isn't going to scold them he rather understand why they needed to think a bit more through thier choices. Wants them to know they can always tell how they feel no matter what. Help them with thier own anger issues maybe even as well. Raphael just dosen't want Savage ad Chompy to ever feel like he did growing up he might still mess up but he wants his sons to at least know he loves them more than anything and would burn the world if anything happened to them uwu

Raph of course has his in-laws as well which I feel is a special relationship for Raph. he met Angel first and she can get him to do anything I feel. He let her paint his face up and though he hates it? Hell always let her do it. He sees her as his own sister and when she did slip and get mixed up with the Purple Dragons landing Casey in trouble not once did he yell at her over it. Casey mom he only met once when she had pasted and needed to figure out how to help Casey. Se was nice and kind to him and seemed to trust Casey in his care which to Raph was like having a blessing. If Casey mom felt Raph was good for Casey then he must be and honestly? it help his jealousy and fears. Casey father I went into I like to see it as Raph kind of getting the parent relationship he might have more needed growing up. He may never get to that level of comfort that Casey has with his Dad but he dose grow to feel he can turn to Casey dad when needed.