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adnauseum11 · 11 months ago

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Target Lock (John Price x Reader)

Insomnia is a real bitch, except when it is mildly productive.

1.2k words

Kissing only - reader discretion advised regardless

Swearing

Feedback welcome

I have lost control of my life in a very real way and this is helping somehow, I don't know how but it is. Let's not examine that too closely, shall we?

About a month ago you started hallucinating, and you haven’t stopped yet. Your oldest friend, John, turned up to take you on a date you hadn’t realized you had agreed to. When he kissed you after returning you home that night it was like time slowed and a fever dream had taken up residence in your brain. Something in your body chemistry had shifted and it hadn’t returned to normal yet. You were starting to worry it never would.

You can’t help but notice little things about him now that you had previously been immune to. The largeness of his well-muscled body and how close he stands to you. The way his sleeves pull taut over his forearms when talking animatedly. The way his spicy cologne seems to pair with his cigars like a fine wine. Even the way his jeans stretch over his wide thighs when he sprawls on your couch, waiting for you to get ready. You’re pretty sure you are losing your mind, because this is John. John. The same man that used your purse as a sick bag in the back of a taxi one memorable night out.

You are so used to his big presence taking up space in your life that thinking of him in this new light seems vaguely wrong. You can’t seem to stop yourself though, and say ‘yes’, each time he asks you out afterwards. You’ve gone from overly comfortable with him to flighty and nervous when he’s around. You’re not convinced you like the change.

He's on his way tonight to help put up plastic over the drafty windows at your new rental. It’s so dangerously domestic. You spend so long debating about whether or not you should blow out your collection of tealights (too inadvertently romantic?) that you run out of time and end up having to leave them flickering on the mantel. You answer the door with an overly cheerful hello, and John leans down to press a gentle kiss into your flushed cheek.

“You alright, love?” He asks, his familiar and steady demeanour bracing your nerves already. Your affectionate smile is genuine, watching as he locks the door behind him and humming an affirmation for him. He follows you to the kitchen where you’ve laid out your tools – such as they are. Hairdryer? check. Double sided tape? Check. Plastic film? Check.

John’s shrugging out of his lambskin jacket, hanging it off the back of a chair in a habitual motion as you get the kettle going. You can feel the weight of his gaze and inexorably find yourself turning to meet it. He looks uncharacteristically unsure of himself in the middle of your small kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” The words have escaped before you can think. He shakes his head slowly, his eyes staying on your face, locked on like a predator. There’s something in his expression you aren’t familiar with, can’t quite read. His hands find his pockets, elbows pressed in against his sides, making himself seem smaller. You frown at his unusual behaviour, a different kind of anxiety overtaking you now.

“You’re freaking me out.” You warn, your voice warbling as your sentence ends.

“Did I fuck this up?” He blurts out, blue eyes widening as if he’s surprised himself with his outburst as well as you.

“Fuck what up?” You ask for unnecessary clarification.

He gestures between you with his thumb, the rest of his body tense and waiting to hear your verdict.

“…No.”

“Are you sure? Cause it seems –“ He cuts himself off.

“Seems like what?”

“Seems like you’re running scared. Not like yourself, love.”

“John.” You exhale in a breath. You’re startled by his incisive comment, cut to the quick with no retort at the ready.

“Don’t say my name like that if you’re just going to call this off.” His voice lowers an octave and your stomach swoops in response.

“…I’m not calling anything off, I just…” You shouldn’t be surprised John couldn’t watch you struggle without comment. Or pressing the issue. A man of action, through and through.

“You what? Talk to me.” His voice is soft, concerned.

“What if we do fuck this up? Is it worth it? To throw away over two decades of friendship?”

Something passes over his face and he’s closing the distance between you before you can process that he’s moving. His tone is urgent, like he needs to you understand this, and understand it now.

“You can’t fuck this up. There’s nothing you could do that would make me stop caring about you. You don’t know that by now?”

His big hands come up to cradle your face, thumbs swiping over the apples of your cheeks lightly. The nearness of his big body makes your own respond in ways that you haven’t allowed yourself to process.

“John.” You say his name helplessly, unsure what to do with this information he’s placing in your hands. He’s unbalanced the dynamic between you. Your instinct is to duck and hide, to deflect to something more appropriate for old friends, a joke or insult, but that won’t help you now. You know your eyes must be wide with the fear clawing its way through your chest. He’s moving to step back, to let go of your face before you can muster anything else to say.

“It’s alright, if you don’t – “

You know he’s about to backpedal and your heart feels like someone has taken a hold of it and is squeezing for all their worth.

“No.” You manage you squeak out, your voice not altogether steady.

You cut him off with such eloquence that it stops him in his tracks. You’re reaching for his hands, nuzzling back into the space between them before you can think it through. Instead, letting the soft, small animal of your body timidly search out what it wants.

“No?” He breathes, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks again, like he’s scared to jostle you for fear of something shattering.

“Whatever you were about to say… don’t.”

His familiar chuckle is comforting, and then the slightest pressure from his fingertips is angling your face up to his. You oblige his unspoken request, his nearness making your skin prickle and your thoughts scatter.

“Alright, love.” He breathes again and your eyes meet his. This time you can read the want on his face, plain as day. It makes your stomach quiver in anticipation. John’s intense blue eyes are searching your face for something. Whatever it is he must find it, because he’s lowering his mouth to yours in the next heartbeat.

The silken heat of his lips pull at your own until you open for him, pliant now where before you had been stiff and recalcitrant. The tip of his tongue finding yours sends sparks scattering behind your closed eyelids, sensation overtaking self-consciousness. Your hands take on a mind of their own, sliding up his solid chest to press in to the short strands of his hair and clutch at the back of his shirt, a subconscious effort to ground yourself.

One big hand cups the back of your head, subtly steering your movements as he plunders your mouth. The other settles on your hip, strong fingers pressing into your soft flesh. A soft whine escapes before you can corral your reaction and you can feel the response thrum through John’s body. You don’t realize you’re moving until you feel your back press up against the cool door of your fridge. The scattered magnets dig into your back as you slowly give in to his onslaught, willingly pinned in place by his big body. The windows can wait a while longer, you absently decide.

#john price x reader #john price cod #captain john price #john price x female reader #kissing #making out #awkward conversations #call of duty #fanfic #friends to lovers #badly edited

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just-existing-as-you-do-blog · 8 days ago

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Just me screaming about Virwood really quick:

"Don't run away from me right now." "Okay." Elwood abandonment issues in the phrasing there. Also just the immediate okay changed my brain chemistry.

"I thought that I could fix it and if I could fix it then I wouldn't have to keep it a secret for longer. I didn't want to ruin things." Virgil! Noooo! Also yeah that tracks with Pietro saying that Virgil would know what to do.

"Yes I would take that on! I would take in any weight to make things easier for you." Love confession number 1

"No! It's not happening. I'm not letting it happen. This shit happens to good people. It happens to good people and kind people and I'm tired of it happening to the people I actually care about." Love confession number 2

"I'm not going to accept a world that you are not in." Love confession number 3

"I don't have the words for this, but I care about you so much. In a way that I don't have the words for for the first time in my life." Love confession number 4

"Don't apologize to me. I'm glad you told me. If you hadn't told me I doubt I would have any amount of courage in saying anything." Love confession number 5

"Like I said people care about you, in more ways then words can say." Still part of love confession number 5 but HELLO?

The hug was more dramatically satisfying than any kiss could have been.

All the "Kite and Prejudice" jokes are funny because it's giving Jane Austin mixed with dark Romantisism(the literary movement not dark romance novels)

"Don't try to play hero." GOD IT'S SO DRAMATIC AND TRAGIC.

"Normally you're warmer than me." SHUT UP. Virgil is managing being gay very well by not dying on the spot.

Accurate depiction of confronting your own mortality.

Okay. Okay. Actual analysis time.

It's 1 am whoop whoop.

I like that they haven't said love yet! I like that love wasn't a word, they didn't need to say it. Especially since they said 5 separate love confessions as I have listed. I LOVE that they didn't kiss, they didn't need to (though I won't ever mind if they do.) Also I'm ripping apart the tragedy of it with my teeth. It tastes like grapes.

Also Virgil wanting to bear the people he cares about burdens along with his anxiety makes me think this void sickness thing is going to be a bad time for him. A REALLY BAD TIME.

And poor Elwood's previous belief that he is the common factor for why people leave him WHILE he has a partner who is dying means that this is also going to be a really bad time for him.

Anyway, bad times and demiromantic feelings all around! Love is an action. They are birds of words. I can't wait to see where this goes.

#bound smp

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that1geek06 · 6 months ago

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Hello!

Could you write something with teen!reader and the Avengers where reader got in a fight with his sibling, says something he regrets, and then the Avengers encourage him to apologize and tell reader that he's not a horrible person?

That would be awesome. If you can't, no worries! I'm excited to see what your writing style is like.

Have a good day/night

-V

AHHHH OMG YESS I love this idea, I had a big fight with my sibling not to long ago so lets see how this goes, I hope I do your daydream justice, this is my first one so I'm sorry if its absolute garbago 😭 ANYWAYS enjoyy

-SIBLING RIVALRY-

Avengers X Teen! Male! Reader (Platonic)

Warnings- Angst (I'm not entirely sure how warnings go so pls lmk if I missed one)

Y/N sat at the dining room table, the sound of the ticking clock seeming to make his nerves even more on edge then they were. He grips the roots of his hair tightly as he stared at all the study guides and previous home work assignments, hoping that it will all be engraved into his brain by this coming Monday.

He sighs heavily, finals week was always the worst especially since he has his internship on the line with these scores. Now don't get it wrong Y/N wasn't like Peter Parker, using the internship as a cover for the teen hero to help and slowly join the Avengers. No, Y/N was just a normal kid, sure he was smarter than most but he wish he could just focus on training and hacking rather than why Avogadros number was still accurate when being used in modern day chemistry.

While sitting there the front door opens, and his older sister walks in. Y/N pays no attention his head not even moving up to see who entered which he knows Nat would say is an ignorant move.

"Its nice to see you too Y/N, and thanks for asking, my day was just fantastic, how about you?" Sarah said sarcastically, standing on the other side of the table and watching with a raised brow as she waited for a response.

He mumbled a fine in response, eyes never wavering from their focus on the many papers. In which his sister scoffs, "I get your stressing about these tests but you could show a bit of respect you know."

"Please stop bothering me Sarah I'm trying to focus.." Y/N says dryly, ignoring the oldest comment.

"I would just like to actually get some attention from you, I barely see you because of our schedules and your always to busy now a days-"

"Oh my god, what is so hard to understand about the words Stop. Bothering. Me. I'm trying to focus." He snaps back, finally looking up at her with an annoyed glare. To which Sarah gives one back.

"Well sorry if I come home and I want to talk to the only family I have." Y/N scoffs at her words, "Oh so now your trying to guilt trip me."

She straightens her stance and takes a deep breath, "I just want-"

"No, just shut up, SHUT UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE! GODDAMN CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO SEE I HAVE A GOOD LIFE INSTEAD OF ENDING UP WITH SOME WAITRESS JOB AND IN A SHITTY APARTMENT! I NEVER ASK YOU TO TAKE ME IN AND HONESTLY I WISH YOU NEVER DID!" He looks up and sees his sister just staring at the ground and he scoffs, "You're not even going to listen to a word I say like normal! Whatever I'm wasting my breath. I'm going to the tower where people know how to leave me alone when I'm busy."

He quickly grabs his papers, stuffing them into his bag and storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

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Y/N finally makes it to the Avenger tower and heads straight to the elevator, using his keycard to get to the upper floors.

You see, while he wasn't a hero he was still close to the team, his talent made him stand out in the lad and Tony Stark himself took an interest and introduced him to the team. Since then he's been surprisingly close the Earth's mightiest hero's.

The elevator opens to the Avengers living area, Bucky and Steve sitting on the long couch watching an old 80s movie that was still on the list of things to catch up on.

He stomps through the room, going to the empty kitchen area and taking a seat, dropping his book bag and immediately going back to studying.

Bucky and Steve share a questioning look with each other. But before they could say anything Tony and Nat walk in, both were somehow roped into the binging with the super soldiers.

"What's up with sour face over there?" Tony teases, eating a handful of freshly popped popcorn as he takes a seat on the couch.

Steve shrugs, "He just walked in like that, we aren't sure what's wrong."

The 4 of them watch as Y/N's face slowly changes from anger to guilt. His attention seeming to not even be on his work.

Bucky pauses the show and stands, walking over to the sulking teen as the others follow. They all take a seat at the table, concerned and wondering what was the matter.

"You alright kid?" Bucky asks with a worried expression.

Y/N looks away, feeling his eyes start to water as he shook his head. "I think I screwed up, big time." He says in a wobbly voice.

Natasha gives a small encouraging smile, "I'm sure it can't be that bad, why don't you tell us, maybe something can be worked out."

The rest nod in agreement but Y/N just keeps shaking his head. "No, there's no fixing this, I...I was really stressing about my studies and my sister came home. She didn't even do anything wrong she just wanted to talk."

He takes a deep breath, voice shaking as he tries to hold in his emotion, "I wasn't thinking straight and I yelled at her. I told her to shut up, how I wanted a better life than her and I wished she didn't take me in. I didn't mean it at all...I'm such a shitty brother."

Y/N's shoulders slump as he sits there, regretting everything he did.

"Listen kid, I know you think nothing will make what you did better but she's your sister for a reason, sure you made her feel bad-" Steve hits Tony's shoulder at those words, glaring at him before he goes on, "But she'll forgive you in the end, you just have to tell her your sorry."

The 4 look at Tony in surprise and he rolls his eyes, "I get I don't a lot but is me giving this advice really that unbelievable?" Y/N smiles at that, looking at them all while thinking.

"...Do you really think she won't hate me for it?"

He asks softly. Steve smiles and puts a comforting hand on the teens shoulder. "We know she won't."

With a new sense of determination, Y/N stands and grabs his things. Swinging his bag onto his shoulder, "Then I'll go do it now." He heads to the elevator and calls it up. While waiting he looks over at the 4 Avengers, a grateful look in his eyes.

"Thank you, for the advice and everything." He says, and Natasha smirks at him, "They call us hero's for a reason." Y/N laughs, and enters the elevator, the doors slowly close as he starts heading down. Ready to make things right.

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Bucky looks over at Tony, an angered look on his face. "So are you going to take your own advice and apologize for turning my shampoo into pink hair dye?"

Steve and Natasha starts laughing as Tony groans, "Number one it was temporary so don't get those super soldier panties of yours in a twist, and number two, I'm not apologizing for something as funny as that."

Bucky lunges at Tony who quickly jumps out of his seat and starts running. He was determined to get that apology, even if he had to squeeze it out of the cocky bastard.

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I HOPED YOU LIKED IT, I enjoyed how it came out, let me know what you goobers thoughtt,

#avengers x teen!reader #avengers x male reader #avengers x reader #tony stark x teen!reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky x reader #natasha x reader #male reader #x male reader #y/n #x teen!reader

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marthawrites · 10 months ago

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Matinee Delight

Modern Harwin Strong x fem reader

Word count: 3.2k+

About: While on a cinema date, the movie ends up being something you don't like. You try to talk your boyfriend, Harwin, into bailing early for something more fun.

Includes: Porn with plot to set it up. So, SMUT. Featuring an established relationship, dom(ish) Harwin, teasing, public sex, clothed sex, pet names, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, brief spit play, unprotected vaginal sex, fluff - I think that's everything! Sorry if I missed anything!

Note: Hello lovely reader! Harwin refers to reader as "little", but as always reader is non-descript. And as always, I hope you enjoy this fic! ♥

If the cut and shape of your dress wasn’t distracting enough, the buttons made it obscenely distracting–for no other reason than they were silly, small, and ridiculous, and Harwin wondered how long it’d take to undo each and every one of them. Part of his brain knew you were talking to him, but the other part was focused–really focused–on those damn buttons. And, of course, your smaller, much softer hand interlaced with his own as you walked to the movie theater; grounding him even as his mind wandered.

It was a lovely dress. Truly. A staple piece in your closet. It wasn’t anything flashy, or fancy, or even particularly trendy. You had an eye for accessories, however, and the combination of jewelry, tights, and boots really made it pop. A hint of spring made the late winter breeze a little forgiving, but not forgiving enough to forego a jacket. You were really feeling this outfit. Harwin was too, apparently!

“Babe? Did you hear me?” You asked your boyfriend, squinting up at him suspiciously.

He blinked, full mouth curving into an easy grin. “Hm? Yes. Of course I heard you, sweetling,” he answered, doing his absolute best to sound as nonchalant as he could. Those brown eyes twinkled with barely contained amusement as he refocused on your face and not the buttons keeping your dress held together.

You saw right through it. “Then what did I say?”

“You were saying how excited you are for the movie.”

You scoffed. “Wrong! I said, I can’t believe you’re taking me to see this movie!”

Harwin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before lifting it to his mouth, kissing the top of it. “It can’t be that bad. I think it’ll be fun to catch something we normally wouldn't.”

The theater had three movies starting all around the same time today. You wanted to see the newest rom com and Harwin wanted to see the latest drama. Since neither of you wanted to give in you decided to roll a dice to make the decision. Two numbers were yours, two were his, and the final two were for the latest action movie.

In a cruel twist of fate neither of you got your chosen movie picked. Instead, the oddball won.

You'd been officially together for less than a year. Neither of you had the best record with past relationships. Because of that, the beginning was extra cautious and a little slow. There was something about this relationship, though, that undoubtedly sparked. Love at first sight? Soul mates? Nothing as cliche as that. But the chemistry was undeniable. You had three months left on the lease to your apartment, and afterward you two talked about moving in together. Things were looking up and moving fast; you loved it.

“Maybe…,” you answered, unconvinced. “If it's bad I can't promise I'll stay.” Amusement laced the otherwise seriousness of your features as your gaze slid up to him.

Now it was his turn to see through it. The little glint in your eye told him everything he needed to know. “Even if I like it?”

“Especially if you like it.”

He let go of your hand and smacked your ass playfully. Leaning down, he murmured, “my rude little love. So cruel to even think of leaving me behind. Behave, princess, I’d hate to have to punish you.”

The warmth of his clean breath over your ear and neck had goosebumps immediately prickling your delicate skin. Despite his words, you knew he’d love to make true to his threat. You giggled. Unable to control the heat rushing to your cheeks, you replied, “then let’s hope it’s good, yes?”

Harwin’s low chuckle sent butterflies fluttering in your belly; muscles beneath tightened when he gave your ass another little smack. “Brat,” he teased.

Once at the cinema and waiting in line you savored the smell of fresh buttery popcorn. It was busier than you expected. Then again, there were three showings happening at nearly the same time. So perhaps it wasn’t completely unexpected. Behind you, three younger women, perhaps around college age, talked and giggled amongst themselves. You didn’t think much about it as Harwin went on about something he saw on reddit this morning. He always found interesting–or hilarious–things there.

One of the women–an admittedly stunning blonde–tried to squeeze around Harwin to grab a bag of candy. “Excuse me, sir,” she said in a voice a little too husky, her eyes raking over him a little too obviously. She completely ignored you. “Just trying to grab this right here.” She made a show of getting the candy and you glared at her.

“Oh, uhm, yeah, go for it,” he said to her while stepping out of the way, flashing one of his easy grins.

She returned it–more heatedly–before stepping back in line.

You couldn’t blame her, honestly. Harwin was all big, tall, and dark curls. His brown eyes, perfect teeth, and maintained beard were more than enough to catch the eye of other women. But, really? While you were standing right by him? Turning your attention over your shoulder to look at her, you tilted your head and flashed a tiny smirk. ‘Smooth’, your expression said. ‘Very subtle.’

She made a face and you rolled your eyes.

Looking up to your boyfriend, you leaned against him while you rubbed across his broad back. Your palm glided down until your hand slipped into the back pocket of his perfectly worn blue jeans. He looked at you and smiled softly, lovingly, wrapping one of his brawny arms around you to hold you against him.

There weren't many people inside the screen room when you found your seats. “That girl was totally checking you out,” you said as soon as you both sat down with popcorn and soft drinks. “You should have seen her face!”

He laughed, his hand closest to you sliding under your dress and over your tight-covered thigh. “I was too busy thinking about these to even notice,” he answered lowly, squeezing your soft flesh as if he had a point to prove.

“You sweet talker!” You proclaimed with bright eyes in the low light.

“Shh,” he teased. “It's about to start. Don't want to miss any of it.”

Leaning into him, it was your turn to whisper, “if it's bad I'm leaving, remember?”

His only answer was a firmer squeeze higher on your thigh.

The movie had a promising start. But it didn't take long for it to turn… ridiculous, even for a silly action movie. Harwin seemed into it and you wanted to change his mind. “Hey?” You asked, trying to keep quiet for the sake of the other people watching. “I'm getting bored.”

“A little longer? Maybe you'll like it more soon,” he replied, his touch creeping higher where it’d been glued the whole time.

Unenthused, you agreed. That didn't mean you'd make it easy on him, though. Tracing over his shoulders, you eventually settled your hand at the base of his neck. You gently twirled his curls around your fingers and grazed the tips over his scalp. The nape of his neck. Behind his ear.

“You're a naughty thing, aren't you?” He asked as he leaned into you, tugging at the highest button of your dress until it slipped from his grasp and snapped back against your skin. “Are you truly bored, or are you being a needy girl?”

The low rasp of his voice sent shivers erupting all over your skin. Fuck. You loved it when it got all scratchy like that. There was little–if not anything–you wouldn't do for him if he asked in that tone. “‘M bored,” you answered, coy, your lips brushing against his beard nearest his ear. You squeezed your thighs around his hand as if you had a point to prove.

He groaned softly at that. “We're not even halfway through and you're wanting to give up?”

A smile pursed your lips as you nodded. “Yes.” You pressed your free hand over the thick muscle of his thigh, daring to trace your touch up along the inside of it. Higher. You could feel him hardening, there.

It was a good thing the movie was loud, because the noise that came out of Harwin would have likely turned a head or two. “Get up,” he growled.

You feigned innocence and batted your eyelashes at him. He didn’t buy it. He stood and grabbed your hand to pull you away. Neither of you bothered to grab your snacks. He tugged you along, hand tight around yours, as he led you out of the dark theater.

Giggling, you asked, “where are you going?”

He looked both ways down the hallway before trying the handle of a utility closet. It was unlocked. Thank God.

It was bigger than you expected and only had one light with a pull string to turn it on and off–one of the old style bulbs that didn't cast much light. From the outside, no one would be able to tell it was even on. A perfect spot. The walk home might very well turn into a proper foot race. He'd win, most likely. Not only was his stride much longer and stronger than yours, but his cardio was peak too! You'd only win if he played it easy on you. Which, you knew he wouldn't. Not when he was like this. Not when he knew you needed him.

With a flex of his entire body he seamlessly lifted you up and sat you on the storage table. He pushed your dress up high so he could stand between your legs; his favorite place. “My poor desperate little princess. We shouldn’t have even come here, hm? To think we could have stayed at my place with Netflix and much less clothes...” He mocked before his mouth crashed onto yours. Those full lips were so soft, and warm, and demanding as he led the kiss. Sliding tongues, nipping teeth, and a fiery need grew by the moment.

“I always want you,” you whispered hotly between kisses. You were both breathing heavier, now. You fisted the front of his shirt with one hand and tugged on his belt with the other, pulling him into you.

Harwin made a low noise in his throat as you demanded more of him. “The buttons on this thing are insane,” he growled as he began to open them. “And these fucking tights? Oh, shit baby, you even wore one of my favorite bras on these perfect tits.”

The front of your dress was now all the way open, exposing the fullness of your body to him. Your chest rose and fell with your gnawing desire, and your pupils were wide with lust as you curled your fist in his hair. “Keep touching me,” you arched to press against him. “Please,” you begged.

“You just need these big strong hands all over you, don't you?” He asked, palming all over your exposed skin. You felt impossibly soft beneath his tough calluses as they scratched over you in the most delicious way. Those big hands squeezed your covered breasts, slid down your ribs, across your abdomen, until his fingers hooked beneath the waist of your tights. “Lift your ass.”

Tension coiled in your belly and settled like molten between your thighs. You obeyed and gasped when he slid the material down your legs. “God–yes! I love your hands,” you mewled.

“Grabbing you, squeezing you, fucking you,” he whispered by your ear. The feeling of his smirk against your cheek sent excitement jolting through you. “You need to be a good girl and stay quiet. Think you can be my good little girl and do that?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes,” you answered, the single word loaded with wanton hunger.

“That’s my girl. Fuck–I can't believe you're making me do this to you here. If you're too loud and get anyone else's attention I swear to Christ I will stop so fast.”

Two of his fingers pushed past your lips and you didn't need to be told what to do. He groaned appreciatively as you wrapped your mouth around his fingers, sucking and slobbering your tongue all over them. Your half lidded eyes stayed on him the whole time. His were darkened with lust; the set of his brow and jaw already had your toes curling in your boots.

He pulled them free with a wet pop. Without any other warning he pushed the front of your panties to the side and dragged those slobbered pads up your folds. Testing you. Teasing you. A dark laugh rumbled in his throat. “So fucking wet.” One thick digit pushed up into your body making you choke on a cry. “I bet this pussy could take three without even trying right now,” he said as he worked that single finger; curling, pumping, stroking all along your inner walls.

His name left your mouth in a strangled whimper. “More..! Please, please, more.”

A second joined the first and you thought you might explode on the spot. “Shh, shh… feels good, I know. Feels so fucking good. Gotta stay quiet, baby,” he cooed as his wrist flexed all the way up through his forearm. He pumped in and out of you just the way you liked it. As soon as that sweet hidden patch of nerves brushed against his fingers he was relentless.

“Shi–! Yes, yes, yes, fuck–!” You moaned through whimpers. Your hand lowered to wrap around his thick wrist, holding onto him as he fucked you silly on his fingers.

“Gonna come soon, aren't you? Can feel you squeezing around me. I bet your little clit is soo achey,” he rumbled with quiet humor in his umber eyes. Shifting his position, he angled backwards slightly. While staring right where his fingers disappeared in you, he rolled his mouth around a few times, collecting as much saliva as he could into a single useful glob. He spat the spit right onto your clit. His thumb circled the aching bud. He slid over it, again and again, rubbing it up and down, in tandem with his two fingers fucking in and out of you.

Blood pounded behind your ears. It was too much. The coil in your belly snapped and you peaked harshly. Intensely. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and panted your pleasure, using him to muffle the sounds of your orgasm. Your inner walls clenched around him and he slowed until he was able to comfortably pull them out.

“Look at me, little princess.”

Heavy lidded eyes tipped up at him.

He thought you were so beautiful–so perfect–when you were half dazed after orgasms like this. “There you are…,” he muttered, satisfied. “Sweet as you sounded coming all over my hand like that, I know you're not done yet. You need one more before we leave, huh?”

“Yeah. Want to have a hard time walking home.”

“My filthy girl.” Together you opened the front of his belt, then his button and zipper, until his cock sprang free. He didn't even bother pushing them down all the way before he said, “hop down and turn around.”

You did. Excitement thrilled along your spine. Something about the idea of bending over a utility table in a closet at the movies had your cunt clenching around nothing. You two had never done anything quite like this before. Car sex? Yeah. But nothing so public.

Harwin gripped into the soft meat of your hip and spread one of your ass cheeks open, letting him see all of you. “Hold onto the table,” he warned, voice thick and raspy. With your tights still bunched down under your knees, he didn’t have much room to work with. It didn’t matter, though; it was a glorious fucking sight.

Once again you did as told, knowing you'd need the extra support. The tip of his cock pressed against your soaked opening and you bit down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. He was so big, and so hot, and the first spear of his thick cock never failed to take your breath away. He pushed inch after inch into your slick heat, not stopping until he reached the end of you. The hair on his thighs rasped against the smooth underside of your own and you whined in pure bliss. So fucking good.

“You holding on?” He dragged out of you until only his head was inside the tight wrap of your pussy. Then, with a flex of his ass he slammed into you once again. The wet smack of your skin had you gasping. “Better be because I'm not stopping now, sweetling.” His fingertips sunk into your flesh so firm you thought they might leave bruises behind. You didn't care though. Not when he began fucking you exactly how you needed to be used.

“H-Harwin,” you gasped, biting into your arm to muffle any sound that might grow too loud. “Feels s-so good..!” Each time he left you you barely had time to miss him before he drove back into your body. The stretch from his cock was beautifully maddening. Over and over, rutting into you with the perfect pace, pressure, and angle. Soon, his cockhead began to bully over that same patch of nerves his fingers were.

“There it is,” he mumbled close to your ear, grinning, his body weight an addicting pressure atop your back. “Gonna let me fill you up?” He asked sweetly–teeth scraping over your neck harshly.

If you weren't already close that would have sent you right to the edge. “Yes! Come in my pussy! Please fill me up,” you begged in a warbling voice.

His rhythm stayed true and in the next moment bliss overwhelmed all of your senses. A lovely, radiant, weightless sensation tingled through your blood and left you boneless. Behind, Harwin growled low in his chest as his cock throbbed within the tight squeeze of your body. Spurts of his seed unloaded into you until a mess of it slowly oozed out from around his girth; a lovely mess of you and him.

“Oh my god…,” you giggled as he pulled out, spent length beginning to soften. “Is there anything to wipe up with in here?”

Looking around, neither of you saw anything. “Oh come on there has to be something,” he laughed as he begrudgingly took a few steps away. A roll of paper towels finally caught his eye. “Ah-ha! Right here.” He walked to them and took a couple off.

He offered you one and kept one for himself; more at the ready if needed. You stood up and turned around, thankful for it. A second giggle left you as you watched him clean up, too. Luckily neither of your clothes got too dirty.

“Can't believe you made me do that to you here,” he said accusingly.

“I can't believe you actually did it,” you retorted.

“You know I can't deny my girl.”

Both of your clothes were fixed, now, and he gently kissed you. “You are the most perfect thing."

You hummed a sweet noise, floating on his praise, and wrapped your arms around him.

He squeezed you tight before carefully unfolding his arms from around you. Tipping his head to the door, he asked, “shower at my place?”

Lacing your fingers into his own, you nodded with bright eyes. “That sounds amazing!”

As quietly and inconspicuously as you could, you both slunk out of the closet with–perhaps–only the security cameras in the hallway as witness.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider a follow, and/or reblog, and/or letting me know as it all makes me vvvery happy! ♥

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luxurydumpsterfire · 4 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel ships I like!!! 1¡!!¡(In no particular order) (Includes non-canon ships) (This is just for fun and is not meant to offend anyone!) (Okay, I'm going to stfu now).

Let's go!

Radiodust!

These two live in my head rent free,all day,every day,24/7,365.

And most of the time they're kissing.

Anyways.

We know that they both lived in the same decade and have similar tastes in music and cuisine,which is already a great start! I also love the idea of Alastor adoring everything about Angel EXCEPT for the sex. Cause let's be real,Angel needs that. He deserves a complete and total gentleman who would never lay a finger on him; Especially after tolerating abuse from you-know-who, cough,cough,fuckyouValentino,COUGH.

Also,the tropes??? Good old fashioned lover boy x Killer Queen? Mafia x Serial killer? Hello???

10/10, Literally one of my favs.

2. Chaggie!

My babies!

Okay, I admit these two are very cute. Since neither of these two age normally, Charlie's a hellborn and Vaggie's a fallen angel,it means they'll get to grow old together! :)

I love the opposites attract trope and these two are no exception!

I would definitely like for them to get more screen time in the second season 2,since they didn't get much in the first one,but other then that, they're perfect!

3. Nifty x Baxter

(Do these two have a ship name? Idk?)

Baxter hasn't even come on to the show yet but I can already tell these two are going to be Chaos gremlins,in their own,lovable,concerning ways 😌

4. Lucililith

I don't believe for a SECOND these two aren't in love,even if just a little bit.

Yes,yes,yes,I know they're divorced. AND? THEY CAN STILL GET BACK TOGETHER! THEY'RE IN THEIR DIVORCE ERA, GUYS.

I think it's mostly the fanart that got me hooked,lol. And the fact that I would love to have them as my parents, honestly.

5. CasinoBomb

(No photo for this one,sorry 🥲)

I...I don't know,man,@zaebeecee 's posts about them altered my brain chemistry and...I DON'T KNOW WTF HAPPENED,IDK

I just saw one of their posts and the more I thought about it,the more I liked it

Something about them just clicks,you know? It's one of those ships that makes no sense but also a lot of sense.

Also,if you don't know what characters I'm talking about, it's Husk x Cherri bomb.

5. Radiorose

He doesn't mind her touching him 😢

They're so cute,omg 😭

Look at them!!! 💗💗💗

Although I mostly prefer them as besties, I also like the idea of them being together. You can tell he's a lot more comfortable with her then anyone else in the show and I love that ☺️

6. Radiohusk

(Art belongs to @vadoodlevee and it will be taken down if I am asked to).

Ah yes,the two loser old men in love. GIVE THEM TO ME.

They've known each other for years and are sick and tired of each others bs. They know what the other like's and dislike's because they're begrudgingly stuck together. They actually can't stand each other.

I'M SOLD!

And no, I'm not glorifing the slave x master thing. I've shipped these two HARD since the pilot,so calm down.

Alright, let's get more into the crackships/rarepairs. Not counting Casinobomb cause we've actually seen those two interact,lol.

Feel free to give your own personal take on these(as long as they're not hateful)!

7. Caramel Apple!

Apart from me just really liking their ship name,I feel like these two would be a really cute couple. Like,she would take him out to one of her parties when he's feeling down and would comfort him about his relationship with Charlie and Lilith.

I also feel like she would be very polite to Charlie and Vaggie.

And I like the idea of them baking together ❤️

8. Angelic Ballet!

A little hesitant on this one.

So, realistically,these two would probably hate each other. Sera was the one who approved the exterminations,resulting in the death of billions of sinners, which puts Carmila and her daughters in danger. So that's not really a great way to start a relationship...

However, I think in any other circumstances,I think these two would be a nice couple.

They both just want to protect the people they love and are willing to go to extreme measures to do just that. It could be Sera realizing not all sinners are absolute monsters,and some were just people who made mistakes in life. Kinda of like Vaggie realizing the hellborn weren't terrible upon meeting Charlie.

Also, they're both very elegant ladies who need another refined woman to treat them right 😌🏳️‍🌈

#radiodust #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin characters #hazbin chaggie #shipping #radiorose #radiohusk #lucilith #Angelic ballet #queen bee #carmilla carmine #caramel apple

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lunafool · 10 months ago

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oops i've been dead lately and i apologize for that but this excerpt from an interview with hashino about why p4 didn't get a femc option has altered my brain chemistry recently and i've been having the brainworms ever since

like. how the fuck is moving to a small town from a big city a masculine trait. hello???

so anyways, i've been playing through p4g again and just thinking about things from the lens of a female protagonist and how the vibes and dynamics would change and it's actually made the experience with my least favourite of the modern trilogy a lot more fun. ( i mean, i like 4. i just like it the least out of it, 3, and 5 lmao )

more of my shenanigans under the cut because hoo boy i uh. yeah.

so anyways i've gotten attached to this hypothetical p4 femc and ended up designing her / giving her a name...........

female main character's 'default' name is ( in eastern order ) yoshinaga madoka; 吉永 ( good luck, perpetual ) 円花 ( circle, flower ). the idea 'circling flower of perpetual good luck' sounded really cute and vibed well with yu narukami / its meaning, so.

madoka is yet another cousin of yu's and nanako's. dojima can just have two sisters, it's fine. should she be chosen as the protagonist, her parents take on what we know about yu's: constantly busy and moving around with work, and they've now been sent overseas so now their daughter must go stay with her uncle in inaba. if yu's chosen ( so, in canon lmao ) she's out there somewhere living her best life with normal ass parents hehe.

madoka keeps izanagi as her starter persona, because screw you if p3's femc got to keep orpheus, madoka can have izanagi. as a treat.

next to yu for comparison and hypothetical outfits + tv world glasses concept. going into this, i wanted p4 femc to be distinct like kotone, rather than just yu but girl. since he has a very silver + dark colour palette in his hair and outfits, i wanted madoka to contrast that with gold + brighter colours. i kept the gray eyes, though, just because i thought they looked good. the circle frames are a work in progress; i like the thought of them because of her name.

i wanted to take yu's badass kingpin imagery and translate that into something gentler yet still... queen bee-ish, if that makes any sense? i really wanted to project the image of a reliable and approachable girl with this sort of. charm and charisma to her, but not in the stereotypical alpha bitch sense.

anyways.................... i love her, your honour

#☽ ▌ ▏▏▏ 02 ― 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 • ( ooc )#lmao sorry to dump this on everyone but you need to know what the brainworms have produced #i kinda wanna make a blog but idk if that'd be well received..........

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years ago

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S/O With Dark Humour

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Leviathan X Reader, Satan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader, Belphagor X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: If you feel comfortable doing it can I request headcanons for the obey me boys reaction to a reader that uses dark humor as a coping mechanism? I love your blog btw!

Warning: Dark humour

Lucifer

📚 Lucifer honestly wasn’t expecting it, he’s never really been faced with someone who uses dark humour the way that you did. 📚 He’s never used that type of humour in general so it took a little while for him to even realise that you were joking. 📚 Actually had to consult his brothers because he was worried for you but the more that you said things like that, the more he accepted your sense of humour. 📚 As soon as he realised that you used it as a coping mechanism he’d always find out whatever was bothering you and find a way to fix it.

You were sitting in Lucifer’s office, he was busy doing paper work until you mumbled something to yourself. “Hm?” He hummed as he looked up at you leaning over your homework “Is there a spell out there that can turn the vacant space between my ears into something useful?” You asked as you looked at him, if this had been a few months ago, he would have worried about what you said, instead he walked over to you and sat next to you. “What happened?” He asked as he looked over what you were trying to understand. “Magical potions class is just like chemistry and I was never good at that.” You answered. “There’s nothing going on up here on a normal day but my one brain cell is going into overdrive at this now.” “You know, you could just say that you don’t understand, you don’t have to put yourself down like that.” He sighed as he picked up the paper that you were looking at. “What are you talking about?” You asked leaning back in your chair and he rolled his eyes before pulling you closer and sitting you on his lap for him to explain everything that you didn’t understand.

Mammon

�� Mammon understands exactly what you're doing the moment that you do it because he does the opposite, with the way that he talks about himself. 💳 He was careful about what he says about you, he knew that everything he said about you, you took to heart. 💳 In response to everything you said he would say something to compliment you and then blush profusely when you acknowledged it. 💳 Mammon likely doesn’t realise that it’s a coping mechanism and unknowingly fixes whatever problem that you come across.

You had actually bumped into each other, he was on his way to find you and you were on your way to your next lesson, you ended up literally crashing into each other and you laughed it off making a comment about people stepping all over you because you were a doormat. Mammon didn’t have enough time to set that straight before you rushed off to your next class but he didn’t forget what you had said.

That evening when you were sitting in your room working through work from the classes you attended that day, when Mammon came in and flung himself over your lap “Hello” You greeted him softly as he wrapped his arms around your middle “what are you doing there?” “Nothin’” He answered. “Is something wrong?” You asked. “No, I’m just catchin’ up on somethin’” He answered. “What are you talking about?” You asked pushing away your work to play with his hair. “You're more than a doormat.” Came his muffled reply as he buried his face in your stomach and even if you knew what you said was a joke you appreciated this affirmation so instead of saying anything you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of his head as he tightened his hold on you.

Leviathan

🐈 He does it himself so he knew exactly what you were doing but he was shocked that you did it and that you were somehow worse than he was. 🐈 You were both constantly scolding the other for making self-deprecating jokes and even ended up having an argument once. 🐈 You were sitting in his room, you were sitting with your legs over his lap, and you were scrolling through your devilgram. 🐈 Levi flung his hands down when he lost yet again and you jumped he apologised but you waved off saying something about finding a new talent as a punching bag.

“What did you just say?” Levi asked, putting down the controller and looking at you. “I said that I learned a new talent punching bag.” You muttered as you continued scrolling and honestly didn’t even realise what you had said. Levi reached out grabbing your phone and throwing it down next to you, he was now leaning over you. “I thought I told you not to say things like that!” He almost whined and you looked at them and rolled your eyes. “Have you stopped calling yourself a stinky otaku?” You asked, he dropped his head hiding his face and you smirked. “That’s different.” He mumbled as his tail wrapped around your waist to stop you from moving to sit up properly “How is that different?” You asked. “You implied that anyone could hit you and it’s be fine.” Levi frowned. “No one is allowed to hit you.” “Will you, my big strong avatar of Envy, save me?” You asked. “I protect you from everything, even yourself.” He mumbled. “Thank you.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to your lips.

Satan

As smart as he is he didn’t realise what you were doing until one of the other brothers pointed out to him. Once he realised what you were doing he literally stopped talking to you, angry that you’d think that way about yourself. He reads about your humour and how it’s commonly developed, he realised you were using it as a coping mechanism. Then he just tried to eliminate anything that would push you to that type of humour but of course he couldn’t protect you from everything.

Satan was studying while you were lying across his bed holding your phone up as you scrolled things on your phone, he glanced over at you for a second as you let your phone fall. “What happened?” He asked. “Hm?” You asked. “You just threw your phone down… What happened?” You asked. “Oh nothing.” You answered, he walked over picking up your phone. You don’t know how easily he opened the DDD and found the page where you had posted your most recent picture. There were a couple of succubi that were commenting some pretty distasteful things. “You know these demons?” He asked. “No, I think they’re in some classes with us.” You answered “doesn’t matter it’s not like their wrong-” “Stop.” He ordered. “I was only joking.” You smiled and he leaned down. “You know I don’t find it funny.” He mumbled putting your phone in his back pocket as he leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips. “Ignore them.” “I am.” You smirked and he narrowed his eyes. “No more jokes at your own expense.” He corrected himself and you roll your eyes. “I’ll do my best.” You mumbled.

Asmodeus

💅 Asmo knows what you're doing and hates what you're doing, he knew from the start and devised a plan to stop you. 💅 He knew that you were doing it to cope with the situation that you had been put in so sometimes he’d do normal things with you just to distract you. 💅 He hated when people laughed at the jokes that you told but he never said anything, just denied everything you said and complimented you instead. 💅 There was a time that he was having a really bad day and you made a joke about yourself that actually made him cry and you had to console him, you were at least careful after that.

You were sitting in front of his mirror as he carried out some skincare routine, you smiled at him as he booped your nose before turning you to the mirror, it was almost like he read your face and before you could say anything he pressed his lips to yours in a playful kiss. “Think before you talk.” He reminded you and you looked at him and smirked. “Are you asking me not to say-” He cut you off again with another kiss. “Or maybe you mean-” He kissed you again “are you going to let me speak?” “Are you going to say something nice?” He asked, the silence that followed made him lean forward and press another kiss to your lips “that’s what we’ll be working on.” “Huh?” You grunted as he easily lifted you, despite the way he looked he was able to carry you over to the bed easily. “Shopping, makeovers, self-care until you stop making those jokes.” He decided. “Well you know I’m not against that.” You sighed snuggling into him and he smiled down at you. “Good so you’ll be here every night right?” He asked. “If that’s what you want.” You mumbled. “That’s what I want.” He confirmed before allowing you to fall asleep.

Beelzebub

🍔 Beel was the only one, who heard it and understood it the first time that you ever did it. 🍔 He’s also figured out how to use it to find out what mood and how much something bothered you based on your tone of voice and body language. 🍔 He always tried to offer you food to distract you if things were really bad but more often than not he’d just listen to you. 🍔 He never liked the humour that you used but he would probably be the only one that doesn’t necessarily try to stop just enforcing how important you are to him.

Beel looked at you, he was worried, he knew that something was bothering you but not a single dark natured joke had passed your lips. He looked around trying to figure out what was going on himself but instead he just picked you up. “Beel what are you doing?” You asked. “You're not making jokes.” He mumbled “something is really bothering you.” “Is that so?” You asked. “I know you… You’ve been here long enough.” He answered. “So where are we going?” You asked. “Somewhere that you can talk.” He answered as you relaxed yourself, not even trying to figure out where you were going.

Beel took you back to the attic, he could see Belphie was asleep up there but that didn’t bother either of you. “Talk.” Beel ordered as he opened a snack, he offered you some which you took as you started going through everything that was bothering you, the more that you talked the more that the jokes seemed to flow through and before he knew it you were back to normal. “Thank you Beel.” You smiled. “Mmm, you're important to me, I have to make sure that you're okay.” Beel said softly. “Yeah, maybe I don’t need to be cerberus’ new chew toy.” You sighed and Beel just rolled his eyes.

Belphegor

💤 Belphie was shocked away from his drowsy state because of the comment that you made about yourself. 💤 For the most part he’d just smirk or roll his eyes while dragging you in to rest with him, once he was sure you were sleeping he’d sort out whatever the problem was. 💤 If someone else made a joke about you, he was quick to shut that down even if you were sure that he was asleep. 💤 Belphie would often keep you close because you were likely to agree with anything that anyone said about you so he’d be there to make sure you knew otherwise.

You lumbered your way into the attic groaning “what’s wrong with you?” Belphie asked, popping an eye open to make sure that you weren’t actually hurt. “I should have stayed dead when you killed me.” You mumbled. “Excuse me?” He asked sitting up and “Nothing it’s fine I just need a nap I’ll be fine.” You answered falling face flat on to the bed, Belphie just managed to move his feet out of the way so you didn’t hurt yourself. “Okay are you going to tell me what’s going on?” He asked moving your body with some difficulty considering you were doing nothing to help him. “Just some assignment that is going to take me forever and a retake for a test that I failed and I’m starting to wonder if life would be easier if I stayed dead.” You mumbled as he finally positioned your body over his as you buried your face in his neck. “It wouldn’t be life.” Belphie answered as he wrapped an arm around you “and I really like having you around.” “You like having me around?” You asked. “Are you sure?” “Positive.”

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okamirayne · 5 months ago

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Hello lovely author, I have a question if you don't mind me asking (if you do mind then feel free to ignore this) from what I recall we only ever read the scene where Naoki and Genma were captured by Shuken from Genma's POV, so I've been wondering how did Shikamaru get from where Genma hid him to where Naoki and Genma were in that scene? Like did Shikamaru just wonder on by, was Kurayami looking for Shuken to finish the game or was he found by those chimaera/hybrid people.

Now onto my rave review.

I have no words to express how much I love your work. I have sentences and scenes that are carved into my brain. Naruto has alot of dark themes but ultimately has a hopeful tone so I really like the darker tone you've created for this universe and how you don't shy away the darker topics. But what I love most is how distinct and real ALL the characters feel (I don't normally like OC in fanfics but I got invested in all of yours), they feel so lived in and how you write the relationships between the characters is just👨‍🍳💋(I absolutely adore Neji and Kiba's dynamic and lack of chemistry).

I found it interesting that Shikamaru is kinda like a bridge between Naruto and Sasuke's traumas (Neji's pointed out similarities in HHU, the whole Orochimaru/Shuken thing and they've have all been hurt in some way by Konoha, Uchiha Massacre; System of lies -despite the good intentions- etc).

Chapter 10 was wild. The mental link reveal had me reeling for all the angst potential it holds. I wonder if that is how Naruto will find out about NejiShika🤔(if he does). None of the rookie13 are aware of their relationship, right? Wouldn't that be a fun reaction. I'm really loving the flashback scenes and Naruto's POV. I'm rooting for him to get his validation about the Kusa mission especially after he got dismissed by the other rookie12 in UTS (I find it funny how Sakura uses medical jargon to keep Naruto from suspecting anything but thats an instant tell).

Thank you for all the hard work you've put in to bring us readers this amazing story💕

Hello my dear Rave Review Anon, 💕

Firstly, I welcome your question, so thanks for taking the time! I'll do my best to answer. I appreciate your patience with me getting round to responding to you. 🙏🏼

[...] from what I recall we only ever read the scene where Naoki and Genma were captured by Shuken from Genma's POV, so I've been wondering how did Shikamaru get from where Genma hid him to where Naoki and Genma were in that scene? Like did Shikamaru just wonder on by, was Kurayami looking for Shuken to finish the game or was he found by those chimaera/hybrid people.

This is an excellent question which addresses a decision I regret making when it came to editing UtS. I chopped a whole heck of a lot of stuff out. I can add clarity here, in lieu of writing a chapter (maybe slipping it into a flashback might work better). You are correct in that Kurayami did his whole hostile takeover at that point and was the one who led Shikamaru back to where Shuken was holding Genma and Naoki. It would've been a semi fugue state in which Shikamaru operated, which is why he holds no memory of it. This is why it was told from Genma's limited POV. In order to fully write it, it would need to be told from Kurayami's perspective, and his full-on emergence came towards the latter end of UtS, where he was focused on annihilating Shuken, rather than reliving his memories. Shikamaru's flashbacks often came with big ass blanks in his head, due to the alter switch.

Simply put: Shikamaru woke up in a fugue state, was directed by Kurayami, ended up locating Genma and Naoki and losing his shit when seeing Shuken. Kurayami semi-disabled Shuken, at which point Naoki moved to shut Kurayami down and seal up Shikamaru's mind, getting a knife in the back (courtesey of batshit still-live-and-stabbing Shuken) for his efforts. Genma picked up Shikamaru and he and Naoki had to hightail it the hell outta there - which sadly resulted in Naoki succumbing to his injuries (as far as Genma knew) and telling Genma to go on without him. Shikamaru's little wander into the lion's den was experienced through Genma's POV, which is why there were blanks. It would need to be Shuken or Kurayami's POV to get the full picture and I regret not adding a different POV lens to that scene; though there's always room for flashbacks from Kurayami's perspective (or possibly Shikamaru's given that he'd integrated Kurayami by the end of UtS). I hope this answers your question, luv? Forgive the confusion, I appreciate it would've left question marks hanging. God knows Genma was WTF'ing his way through that experience.

I have no words to express how much I love your work.

And I fail royally when it comes to expressing how much I love that you love my insanity, you glorious reviewer.💜🫶🏼💜

Naruto has alot of dark themes but ultimately has a hopeful tone so I really like the darker tone you've created for this universe and how you don't shy away the darker topics.

Thank you, my luv, I am dastardly like that and I appreciate that the darker themes and tone don't make you go running for the hills. I have big love for you being in the trenches with these characters. Everyone has their comfort zones, and I am distinctively shit at giving much warning other than the bare-minimum kind of tags (habit of being an ffnet creature rather than an AO3 one). My human wiring is tangled up in the veins of these issues, and while that's sometimes gotten me flak, I will always tell the story that wants to be told and hope I do it justice.

But what I love most is how distinct and real ALL the characters feel (I don't normally like OC in fanfics but I got invested in all of yours), they feel so lived in and how you write the relationships between the characters is just👨‍🍳💋(I absolutely adore Neji and Kiba's dynamic and lack of chemistry).

Ah, damn. 🥹💖 I am so, so touched, chuffed, and ridiculously thrilled that you felt invested in my OCs. Though I've joked about interpretive dance being my only way to express my gratitude, I have no moves which wouldn't result in dislocation and hospitalisation. So please just know the feels are doing insane little flips and fancy twirls inside my writer's heart. 💖

Ha! Neji and Kiba.

Yes, well...chalk and cheese, oil and water...the list goes on...so does Kiba's insufferable ribbing. 😅

Very true, luv. Those parallels are spot on.

*grins* Yes indeed. Sometimes I'm surprised by how much a character does or doesn't know and sometimes it only ever comes as I write. *waggles eyebrows*

I'm really loving the flashback scenes and Naruto's POV. I'm rooting for him to get his validation about the Kusa mission especially after he got dismissed by the other rookie12 in UTS (I find it funny how Sakura uses medical jargon to keep Naruto from suspecting anything but thats an instant tell).

Aw! I'm glad you're enjoying them. It's a whole new experience being in Naruto's POV. Especially when he's hurting.

I'm so glad I watched Shippuden from start to finish...that was a marathon worth investing in. And yes, precisely. He's more clued in than he lets on...or realises on a conscious level. It feels very reactive, visceral, and instinctive with Naruto. So different to writing Shikamaru, Neji, and other cerebral or controlled characters.

Thank you for all the hard work you've put in to bring us readers this amazing story💕

And thank you in return for being so kind and supportive as to give me this beautiful exchange via your feedback. It's the payoff that keeps me persisting when I'm getting hamstringed by burnout or low motivation. I appreciate it so damn much. You reviewers are precious. I salute you, dear Rave Review Anon, and I thank you again for making the time to reach out in solidarity and support - it matters in ways I can't express❤️💜❤️

#awesome reviewers are awesome #i appreciate you anon #so appreciated #btb feedback #btb ask #shikamaru ask #btb series #love my reviewers #btb reader kindness #reviewer kindness #support your writers #support fanfic #thank you anon

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hotmessteaparty · 1 year ago

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2 in 1 uquizzes

I got tagged by my love @josephseedismyfather and now I'm finally gonna catch up to it! Thank you sm for thinking of me with all the tags 💖 I chose my OC Diah Talugmai (Citras and Vaas' mother) and Carlos for these tags. I know, he's not really my OC, but technically we don't have any information of him besides his name being dropped in the far cry experience, soooo at least how I imagined his character to be kind of is my OC, if that makes sense? Idk 😂

Again, of course tagging without pressure and only with love in mind 🥰 @piratekingvaas @jasonsnowwhitebrody @vaasonsson @insanityofvaas @merryandrewsworld @blaze13full @littlemissawry @alexredgrave @ball-pen

What is your OCs true role in the story?

Diah Talugmai

The Fallen Prodigy

Hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. Where have you laid your youth to rest my love? Is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? Oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. Your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? Turning away in fear of what they once admired. Your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. The people fear you know, do they normally cower at the sound of your name? Ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. The villian finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. You two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? To save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. Oh what a sad and miserable life without love. Is that why you chase loneliness? For is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? But don't become bitter from the pain. Trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. Please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. You are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. Your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. But keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. I'll be rooting for you my friend.

The "Oh" quiz

Carlos

the first meeting

Life is normal. It's scripted. It's functional. Then one day, you meet them, and... Oh. You fix your posture, you're a little nervous, and it's totally possible you're just projecting -- But this could be something. And the only thing that makes this different from the hundreds of other times you had that exact same thought only to be disappointed is... This is the time that counts. Things change. You were looking for someone whose very existence re-contextualized yours. Which is not to say that you were incomplete, but... aren't we all? Isn't that the essence of being a being who changes? And what completes us if not the love of something or someone beyond us? Sure it's still new, and anything could happen from here, but there's something in your shared brain chemistry that makes it feel like good things are in motion. How exciting!

How intresting are these results? I think both of them fit pretty well and I actually was plenty surprised that Diah got the same result as my friends @josephseedismyfather OC Harley Jane. And tbh j think it fits them both very well, but for entirely different reasons!

Also for Carlos I think it's a pretty good fit, tho obviously you guys don't know yet what's in the cards for him 😁

#that you for thinking of me!!#i got tagged #❤️❤️#my OC #Diah Talugmai #for the lost souls #carlos #Narcotic #far cry 3

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raptorsaurusmelain · 1 year ago

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Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 3

I am writing as much as I can before my inspiration goes away XD

Warning : no proof reading, mention of mental health disorder.

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Victoria was shocked. She had been sent here by DISNEY ? HOW ??? She sat on the bed. [I just BOUGHT a HOUSE FOR F*CK SAKE. I was finally done with my thesis ! I WAS ON VACATION !! But NOOOO a big corporation created a technology that could make you change dimensions !

… Will they refund my mortgage ?]

She let go of her phone after setting an alarm, her mind full of incomprehensive thoughts. She should have take her meds. Are they even here ?

….

She wrote a text back to ‘Disney’ : “If you want my help, give me my meds monthly. Else I won’t live for long.”

Mental health was a must for Victoria. It was an invisible handicap, and if it was not properly medicated, it would mean the end.

Victoria was a part of those persons where their brain chemistry was messed up, going either too high or too low. She was bipolar type 1. Either the emperor of the world or the lowest rat.

Her brain was literally a rollercoaster.

Victoria wasn’t “normal”. She was above the average person. She had a master degree in physics and applied computer science, and a thesis in artificial intelligence. She created a ‘true luck’ algorithm and got a patent in her name. She was smart. Too smart.

Despite having her thesis not too long ago and a patent in her name, it left her with a toll on her mental health. She spent endless nights without sleeping, browsing YouTube in hope for a miracle solution. Once the degree finished, she ended up in a manic episode where she bought a house with all her savings.

House that opened a portal to another dimension apparently. Damn Disney, nobody can have something nice those days !!

She sighed, her brain still racking with questions like ‘how ?’, ‘why ?’ and ‘what ???’.

[Let’s try sleeping.]

She took a long time to fall asleep and her night wasn’t restful. She kept dreaming of a big Mickey trying to make her sign a golden contract, enslaving her for eternity. She shivered [What a messed up dream…]

She changed her clothes and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror we could see an average sized woman, with milky skin, big eye bags, a septum piercing and long black hair that reached her hips. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants, an oversized t-shirt and black sneakers. She put her hair in a bun. [Those should do the trick].

She left the room and called for Yuu. The teenager came, head still in Morphe’s realm, trailed by Grim.

“Hello” Muttered Yuu. “Did you have a nice night's sleep ?”.

Victoria turned her head to look at Yuu in the eyes “No. And you ?”

“Me neither” said Yuu. “Grim snored all night long”.

“It is not the great Grim fault to be tired after showing off so much of my skills yesterday.” protest Grim.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” said Victoria, still tired.

“DO NOT IGNORE ME !!! HENCH HUMAN !!” Yelled Grim. Both Yuu and Victoria protected their eardrums. It was too soon to listen to someone yell.

“WOW SHUT UP! We can hear you without you yelling your arse off.” she replied, irritated.

Grim mumbled while Victoria looked at the food the headmaster gave them yesterday night. “There are protein bars… Pick your poison.” She said after holding out a vanilla and a chocolate bar. Yuu chooses the chocolate one. [So Yuu likes chocolate] noted Victoria while munching on her vanilla protein bar.

After a very healthy breakfast, they went to find Crowley to know their tasks of the day.

“The Child will sweep the main entrance while you do the inner courtyard.” ordered Crowley, giving them a broom. “And mind your cat, Yuu.”

“I am NOT a cat!” protest Grim.

[Damn he likes to yell in reality. Does he have a boom box in place of vocal cords ?] wondered Victoria while they set off for their position.

Victoria was lost. It was such a pain in the arse to navigate inside this school. (Couldn’t they give us a map ? Of course, it is funnier without].

Victoria sighed for at least the 5th time, mumbling that she would pluck Crowley’s feather off the coat he had when a cough could be heard. She turned her head, facing a gorgeous silver fox with a black cat in his arms, wearing a wine mantle. Mozus Trein.

[HOT DAMN! He is hotter in person than in the game!] Thought the woman.

Tag : @boba-tea-sipsip

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst lmsyy #twst grim #twst yuu #mozus trein #twst mozus

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quillyfied · 1 year ago

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Things I’m noticing on this rewatch, which I’m hoping to take slow and ponder on but we will see how it goes, PART TWO (obviously major Good Omens season 2 spoilers throughout, specifically for S2E2)

- Immediately the first thing I notice and love is the old-timey grainy way the Job storyline was shot with. Aziraphale’s holy background thing is so fun and dynamic, omg. There’s something very Terry Gilliam about the visuals.

- Also want to point out that the different shades of red of Crowley’s hair is a CHOICE, because he’s back to s1 color in this flashback. Also noticed last episode, but the new hair seems to have much darker roots or lowlights visible in some shots. Deliberate?

- Crowley can just summon a small sun. Nbd.

- The idea of a permit. The continuing hysteria of inserting modern parlance into the past. This is why I love this show.

- THE PERMIT IS SO LONG WHY IS THAT LOONEY TUNES LEVEL HUMOR STILL SO FUNNY

- Thing I notice now: the crows flying away after the goats are struck by fireballs. Originally unnoticed ambiance. Now incredibly funny.

- “You know, geese? Big, cross ducks?” I LOVE MURIEL.

- Hello, Jerkface McGee Gabriel.

- My brain, when Gabriel talked about witnessing the first human birth: oh, he was there for Cain? Weird, but—oh. Oh he meant Eve. Oh NO. Aziraphale your superiors are incompetent.

- The marks of irritation the archangels have with Aziraphale…phew. Eye rolling, huffing, the whole shebang. Poor guy.

- The fact that Jim is trying to be helpful and makes the bookshop less comprehensible delights me, actually. As does his hideous sweater.

- The fact that there are edges to Jimbriel’s memory, that he has snatches of himself but can’t encompass the whole…weird. Why won’t his whole self fit back inside of his amnesiac mind? What’s taking up the room? Unless all the room is stored with the rest of his memories? This is a silly train of thought and I’m getting a bit too deep

- Wondering how Hell’s miraculous tracking system works tbh.

- Another note about the opening: last season, we got to the crowd actively falling off the edge of their cliff path and the good ones going up, the bad ones going down. This time…credits end before they reach that summit. And they’re climbing towards something brightly lit. Interesting.

- I love that the seemingly throwaway line of all albums turning to Queen Best Hits when left in a car for too long turns into more of an actual plot point with the jukebox and Buddy Holly. Almost feels taboo.

- The needing an invitation to get in thing is so subtly done, too.

- Keen?? KEEN???

- Yeah the attempt to kill the fly does sort of overly dampen the reveal later. Better foreshadowing would have been to him trying to catch it tbh.

- CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW AZIRAPHALE CAN DRAW

- Dirty Donkey pub. Something about that is tickling my brain. No idea why. Like I know its utility as an elevator in s2 but I feel like there’s something important about it I’m forgetting? Or missing?

- Jane Austen as master spy and novelist is the exact flavor I’m looking for, thank you. XD

- Ehm. Aziraphale. The ball part isn’t where the love realizations happened, from my memory. They’re highly charged events, but they’re for feeding chemistry, not realizations. Idk man.

- Aziraphale almost closes the shop door on him. Noticed it the first time. Noticing it now. Mistake? Or meant?

- Pride and Prejudice is what is zoomed in on. Nice.

- Feels like Crowley is possibly probing Jim’s mind at this stage. Miraculously? There’s a partial little hissing chime when he starts doing it but I can’t tell if that’s a tension builder or an actual miraculous signifier.

- Note to self: go back to first episode and see if any sound effect played during the dual miracle. Result: yes, normal miracle chime.

- Going back to e2, not a full miracle chime but definitely a hiss of something. Don’t think Crowley is rooting around in his head but unsure how Crowley can evoke these episodes in Jimbriel but Aziraphale can’t. Hmm.

- Wondering if there’s a female voice layered under Gabriel’s, or if it’s his own pitched up.

- The fact that Jimbriel has some awareness of himself though!! He KNOWS whatever he can’t quite remember is too big for him right now, but he doesn’t know what it is and goes back to being a happy sieve in no time. Weird!!!

- Aha. Subtitles are wrong, Aziraphale does still call him Crawly in the Job minisode.

- “Technically you can—“ “oh, then technically I will” I SEE YOU, JOHN FINNEMORE. REUSING VERY GOOD LINES.

- GOSH the ACTING I am in a SWOON

- THAT SMUG LITTLE ANGELIC GRIN

- okay but: very important conversation about sides and desires and knowing (gosh that sounds dirty), unfortunate side effect of validating to Aziraphale that the angel he knew as Crowley Before is still in there and still reachable, the demon no different but just more stubborn for some reason. Massive flaw in his cognition to work through in s3, the universe willing.

- The kids being brats feels so…appropriate, somehow. All but the youngest. Who is adorable.

- Aziraphale showing faith in Crowley, though, and being proven correct. My tender heart.

- Crowley being obliging and turning Jemimah into a blue lizard. I cry.

- Aziraphale having a gag reaction to wine is hysterical actually

- The sensuality of the tempting Aziraphale to eat though.

- I…really can’t tell God’s tone or intent in talking to Job? Might just be telling him off. I think that’s what They’re doing. Job and I are on the same page at least.

- Gabriel’s game show host way of announcing this poor middle aged woman can have seven more kids. The Supreme Archangel, folks.

- Crowley stepping up at the nick of time to stop Sitis from committing blasphemy in front of the most powerful angels of Heaven: incredible power move. Only to be topped by his subsequent act of “midwifery”

- The “yes, and”ing of this scene. I’m agog.

- “Reach into his robes—higher, higher” THE LOOK ON JOB’S FACE

- Okay but the very neat forcing of Aziraphale to directly lie to his superiors, to take an active role of disobedience for the actual greater good. Mmm. Tasty for his character.

- THE WAY AZIRAPHALE’S HEAD JUST POPS OUT FROM BEHIND THE BENTLEY. Also had a little miracle chime to it so he definitely just. Popped up. Good grief.

- OUR car. Passed his test 90 years ago. Just like it’s technically my shop but we both get plenty of use out of it. MARRIED. BICKERING.

- GOOD OMENS THE BOOK INSIDE OF GOOD OMENS THE SHOW. I SQUEAL. I GIGGLE. I KICK MY FEET.

- The whole conversation at the end about falling and being lonely…SO many emotions. So many layers. Such setup. I just want to pop it in my mouth and gum on it for hours. This is the second time Aziraphale has lied to his bosses, but he wasn’t near as torn up about lying to God as he was about lying to Gabriel and the rest. Possibly because he had no proof that God DIDNT want him to give the sword to Adam to protect themselves with, and in this case he DID have more substantial proof that God wanted those kids dead. Or, Gabriel and Michael did, at least.

- Once again setting up to Aziraphale that Crowley is a good demon, that trusting him is a good idea, and pitting that against his ingrained trust in Heaven. Difficult dichotomy, difficult situation. Still hasn’t fully untangled that one in the present day. Obviously.

- “I’m a demon. I lied.” The absolute POWER.

Okay that’s it for tonight. More later!

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #gos2spoilers #taking them two at a time might be the best course of action #though I will be skipping a day unfortunately #busy tomorrow night #ANYWAY THIS EPISODE RIGHT

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callmemana · 2 years ago

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Arms May Be Wide Open, But The Brain Cells Aren’t There: #26

Birdie: Bam, will you go out with me?

Bob: sodium.

Birdie: what do you mean ‘NA’? I thought you’d say Potassium!

Bob: …you learnt chemistry jokes?

Birdie: and I learnt pick up lines! You’re Copper plus Tellurium!

Bob: Cu…plus…Te

Birdie: ;)

Bob: I take back my Sodium. Potassium, Bird, Potassium!

[somewhere in the distance]

Mr. Floyd: …what have I raised?

Mrs. Floyd: whatever you’ve raised, he’s a monster and an idiot.

Enemy: die, aviator!

Birdie: hold on let me ask my mom.

Enemy: no wait-

Birdie: Whiskey said no.

Enemy: that’s not how this works-

Birdie: I can ask Slider!

Enemy: NO

Birdie: he said no and he’s on his way!

Slider: what a long day. I need a drink. Something to take the edge off.

Lucky: *a Gen-Z kid w/ dark humor* bleach.

Slider:

Slider: Luck, do we need to talk?

Slider: *calls Mouse & Birdie daughter once in public*

Media: Raven Fischer & Amanda Hallett or Raven Kerner & Amanda Kerner?

Media: RON KERNER’S ILLEGITIMATE DAUGHTERS?

Ice: Slider, you need to do a press conference to sort this out. Just tell them that their not your daughters.

Slider: *at the press conference* hello yes these are my daughters Raven Fischer-Kerner & Amanda Hallett-Kerner, the heirs to my and my wife, Whiskey’s legacy, fortune, and my house.

Ice: why do I even try?

Ice: alright, so this mission-

Birdie: Mr. Iceman sir I need to use the restroom.

Slider: *rolling his eyes* bird, you can just go.

Birdie: is- is there a bathroom pass?

Slider: a what?? No, bird, the bathroom is right down the hall-

Ice: what’s a bathroom pass?

Birdie: it’s like a random object you bring so everyone knows you’re allowed to be out and about.

Mav: *perking up* a random object you say? *holds up a wrench* will this work?

Birdie: I mean? I guess? *grabs and leaves* thanks Mav!

Whiskey: *who happened to be walking down the hallway and sees bird holding the wrench* wAIT!

[describing a bad pilot’s attitude]

Lucky: loner, invisible, outcast, boiling rage- *phone rings*

Lucky: *keeps getting called all day* son of a bitch! Hi this is Lieutenant Baylie Garcia. I actually can come to the phone right now, with a very special message that your mother-

Mouse: *stern mother voice* Lucky-

Lucky: I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.

Slider: Mouse, what did I tell you about lying?

Mouse: to do it more often.

Slider: exactly! I’m so proud of you!

Bob: I think all you need is a hug *hugs bird*

Birdie: what is this?

Bob: a hug.

Birdie: disgusting.

Birdie:

Birdie: do it again, i ask of you!

Mouse: *captured and strapped to a metal table* do you know the muffin man?

Omaha: *also captured* babe I swear-

Capturer: the muffin man?? What the-

Mouse: YES! THE MUFFIN MAN!

Capturer: the… one who lives on drury- wait is this a Shrek reference?

Mouse: FINALLY! You owe me five bucks Omaha. I told you a bad guy would get it one day!

Birdie: I just electrocuted myself.

Cinco: how shocking.

Mouse: how do you feel currently?

Birdie: I feel kinda amped.

Lucky: watt I can’t hear you?

Birdie: I said it hertz a lot

Spicy: are they okay?

Whiskey: this is normal, they’re fine.

Dragon: but she was jus-

Bob: she’s fine. I’d be more concerned if she wasn’t making puns.

Dragon’s Angels📻: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @starlit-epiphany @gracespicybradshaw @breadsquash

🏷️ list: @luckyladycreator2

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canis-rex-lupus · 2 years ago

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GUYS I HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY. MY OLD PSYCHONAUTS OC. RIGHT NOW

his name is

philbert funk.

this is him right here in fact. it's very old art but i still like it. there will be even more art of him later in the post...

click the read more to learn his JUICY backstory ok?

ahhhh good to see u. so glad ur interested in my philbert let me tell u about him.

PHILBERT!!! FUNK!!!! was an employee at psychonauts hq, and a hell of a good one at that. he was an inventor slash researcher, like otto mentalis, who he even got to work with on occasion. he'd invent psychic gadgets to enhance existing powers - things like telekinesis extender headbands that let you pick up more objects at once or telepathy mufflers shaped like earmuffs to get some peace and quiet without having to stick around in an isolation chamber (you can guess who that one was for). he was a quick learner and a hard worker who refused to let ANY job of his turn out less than perfect. real high standards - maybe worryingly so. he skipped a LOT of sleep to keep up his momentum. he was ambitious, VERY ambitious, and liked to test the limits of both his inventions and himself.

problem is, when you make overperforming your baseline, people expect a hell of a lot more out of you than they should - and most certainly more than he could deliver. the popularity his work earned him turned out to be more of a curse than a blessing as he worked himself to the bone trying to invent more and more impressive things to win approval again and again. what started out as a simple curiosity and love for science turned into the desperate need to keep things up lest he disappoint everyone.

philbert funk flew too close to the sun.

one of his greatest fascinations was animal telepathy - he had none. he'd always been, admittedly, BURNINGLY jealous of those who could speak with animals, as zoology was a special interest of his for...well, forever. so the idea occurred: what if there was a way to fabricate the power by making your dna more compatible with the animal you want to communicate with? if your brain chemistry is altered to be more similar, maybe it would be easier to make the connection for those who don't do so naturally, like himself. he creates a big elaborate machine meant to intertwine your dna with an animal by having it read the animal's pattern and then manipulating your dna to its shape. around summer 1981 he test runs it in front of everyone in a fancy tech demo using a goat, his favorite animal!

IT DOES NOT .... go well.

he comes out with a goat face, the goat comes out with a HUMAN FACE, both are in critical condition cause hello it's a machine that TWISTS YOUR DNA, everyone freaks. phil is immediately written off as a danger to himself and others and fired as soon as he's stable enough to leave the infirmary. blacklisted too. he's made to leave and no one sees him again....

.....UNTIL!!!!!!!

couple years later, now 1983 (just a few months after raz gets into the biz officially), otto sends raz on a little fetch quest to an old building on the edge of the woods - it used to be a facility for testing gadgets or scientific studies or whatever but it went out of commission due to budget cuts shortly after phil was fired and hasn't been touched since. it's a cut and dry mission. go find the place, get the tools otto wanted, come back. right?

ummm. wrong. cause tools aren't the only thing in there.

that's right babey. the funkatron has been hiding out in there for YEARS! two of them. to be precise. living off scraps and whatever he can find in the woods, all to stay and try to fix his machine so he can turn himself and poor greff normal again, hoping it would be enough for the psychonauts to forgive him and maybe, just maybe, take him back. and GOD does he look ROUGH!!!!

like the pic implies he doesn't actually feel all that messed up about what he did to himself (though he does feel bad for greff -- he gave that thing a human consciousness and now it has to be self aware forever) cause like. hey! it didn't go exactly as planned but it was one hell of a scientific feat. he just wishes he hadn't been so stupid and reckless; he lost the respect of his compatriots and idols AND lost his dream job, and rightfully so.

despite not outwardly showing a lot of guilt (still being able to be lighthearted about it and all), raz sees for himself that poor phil's mind is a MESS. it's a courtroom and the same hearing happens over and over and over. prosecution shows off the memories of the day of the machine demo as evidence, no one's there to defend him, he admits guilt, repeat cycle. the judge always gives him a chance to say something else but he ALWAYS pleads guilty. he is, but hanging onto the guilt forever isn't gonna help anyone so raz has to jump in and be his defense lawyer and do a sick phoenix wright like maneuver to finally convince him to break the cycle, pointing out that while he IS at fault he's not helping anything by dwelling on it and he needs to move on. raz finally gets philbert out of his............... funk B) IM the funniest guy on earth it's me.

raz does a lot of convincing and phil pulls off his best puppy eyes and it ALMOST doesn't work but greff steps in to vouch for him (he DID dedicate the past two years of his life just to try and help it) and hq agrees to take him back and get him on a rehab and therapy program since...he. hasn't talked to any human beings in 2 years he needs a little re-acclimating. while he's getting used to normal life again he gains some new interests like gardening! and crochet! since they don't really want him engineering again quiiiiite yet... but i think he's welcomed back after an initial period of wariness and he works hard to earn back people's trust and finally keeps a healthy work life balance 😋 and from then on he joins the ranks of the psychonauts' cool old guy club

THAT is my philbert story... thank you oh so much for listening. i just remembered about him today and i got so excited. psychonauts ocs are oh so much fun

#character art #digital art #illustration #digital illustration #oc art #character design #original character #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts oc #psychonauts fanart #azazel's art gallery #long post #oc lore

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