#i can't throw up my hands here and write it off as a lost cause because i've seen it do things like this justice

[craftlands]

Idk I feel like the people who Shamane, Kaalaa, and Kanjira are supposed to represent should get a say in if they think they are offensive in some way

This also will sound kinda off but I think there are way worse depictions in other media.

That isn't to say there shouldn't be a discussion this is just my opinion

Also just cause I am bad at paying attention but is Kanjira Indian or something else

I was looking at the description that gives her age and it just says unknown but I may have missed it in dialogue

(Oh and if you are one of the people that the characters "represent" then sorry if this came off as rude)

Kanjira's Indian, but the "fortune teller/thief" design is very much rooted in Rromani stereotypes and she plays a lot into those -- i'm honestly just thankful that the g-slur never got dropped as i was legitimately waiting for that to happen every single time she was onscreen, it's That Obvious. there's a long history of discussion of these tropes and how they're harmful -- while i am not able to find specific sources at the current moment, they are absolutely out there.

i'd also like to point out that she speaks in broken English nearly constantly. you could argue that this is "because she's a kid and English isn't her first language" but i would like to then point out that Matilda, who is two years younger than her, almost never does the same thing despite English also not being her first language (and her showing active disdain for learning it). that's... really not great!

Kaalaa Baunaa i think is... the least bad, having played the story? her design is still, to be blunt, rather sexualized, but there's at least been some amount of effort as far as i can tell (i do like her connections to astronomy, which is a very long tradition in India that dates back very far). i'd love to see her in actual traditional garb still, but she's definitely the one i'm least equipped to speak on.

Shamane though. oh boy, Shamane is a mess. i love him as a character, he's a delight, but there are a lot of reasons his design is a problem. when i talked about the "ear feather" thing i was more or less explicitly referencing this post, and his name is... questionable? more pertinently, though, he's using a hell of a lot of Native American aesthetics and stereotypes (he's a "shaman" with deep connections to nature, he has "native patterns" baked into pretty much all of his animations, i could go on it gets so much worse) for someone who is ostensibly the child of a regular Indian family.

so... yes, SWANA, Rromani, and First Nations people should get a say in if they think these designs are offensive. and they have been saying designs like these are offensive for years.

[mncxbe]

Could you write about the bsd boys' (dazai, chuuya and akutagawa) reactions to their fem s/o having an intense orgasm? like, she squirms, moans loudly and throws her head back (bonus points if they kiss her neck when she does)

I got so excited when I saw your request and I loved writing it. Hope you enjoy.

4 a.m

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡

°☆○

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

this man knows your body like the back of his hand and he took his time to learn how to please you

most of the time he takes it slow, making sure you enjoy every second of it

Dazai is a tease; he always denies your orgasms, edging you until your core aches

your pleas and begs only determine him to keep up this act

he prefers to be on top so he can see your expressions; he's so mesmerized by the way your eyes roll back and the way you bite on your lower lip as he finally allows you to cum

The bedroom was filled with the sound of your whimpers.

"Dazai, please I can't take it anymore" you whined, tears starting to cloud your vision. Your boyfriend has been at it for hours now, edging you beyond belief. No matter how much you begged him he just wouldn't let you cum. As for now, he had you on your back, thighs pressed against your chest as he rammed himself into you.

He only only cooed at your words, mischief glimmering in his eyes. "Aww bella. I'm sure you can take a bit more. Would you do that for me?"

You only nodded, earning a grin from the man. "Good girl" he said lowly, flipping you over to your belly. He raised your hips until they were alligned with his cock, one of his hands pressing onto your lower back to keep your curve. When he thrusts into you again, a sharp moan escaped your lips. "There you go, bella. Here's your reward for being so good today"

You could only squirm and babble nonsense into your pillow as he moved in and out of you at a relentless pace. Soon enough, you were getting close to your release, your walls clenching around him. You half expected him to deny your orgasm again but he kept ramming you.

One of his calloused hands grabbed your neck, forcing your head off the sheets. "Gonna cum for me doll?" he uttered between grunts.

"Y-yes 'samu" you replied in a shaky voice. You bit down on your lower lip in attempt to contain your lewd sounds.

He leaned in, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear "Then go ahead". His mouth found the sweet spot right under your ear and he started sucking on your skin.

This was enough to make the knot in your stomach snap. Your legs started to shake as you let out a ragged moan, almost like a cry. Your boyfriend let go of your throat, allowing your head to rest on the pillow again but he kept whispering sweet things into your ear as he worked you through your high. "That's it dear. So tight f' me"

It didn' take long for him to finish too. Even after he pulled our you were still slightly shaking. Dazai carefully placed a hand on your thigh, which gained him a sharp whine.

"N-no more" you managed to utter while trying to regain your breath.

He chuckled, taking in the view before laying next to you again. His arms snaked around your waist pulling you closer.

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

no because hear me out this man doesn't really know what he's doing

compared to Dazai, he's really unexperienced and although he does his best to learn to how to please you, he lacks the confidence

he can often gets lost in the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, which causes him to pick up the pace

he literally doesn't realize that he made you cum so much until you start shaking under him, moans rolling off your lips

my baby is so confused at first but he quickly regains his composure and keeps thrusting into you.

he definitely wants to see you squirm again

praise him, tell him he's a good boy and he'll literally never stop pleasing you

Akutagawa was on top of you, his hips slapping against yours as Rashomon kept your legs open. The black fabric snaked around your body, sqeezing you in all the right places.

As a result you were a whining mess, mouth slightly agape. You were trying to conceal your fucked out expression but Akutagawa's hand seized your wrist. "Don't you dare hide from me. I wanna see how good I make you feel" he spoke in a sharp voice, his words only making you clench around him even tighter.

"Oh fuck" he cursed, hands grabbing your hips as he pushed himself deeper into you. He picked up the pace, completely focusing on the warmth of your core. He is so pussy drunk, watching as his cock went in and out of your wet folds.

The black fabric tightened around your body - the last drop in this cocktail of pleasure. Your back arched, thighs squeezing the sides of is abdomen. It was only then that his eyes moved to your face and he quite literally froze. With your eyes rolled back, your body was jolting in pleasure. "Please don't stop now, Ryuu" you pleaded, your glossy eyes meeting his. He immediately started moving again, gaining another desperate moan from you.

Soon after he came too but that didn't mean you were done. He used Rashomon to tie your legs together, hooking them over his shoulder as his fingers kneaded the plush of your hips.

"We're not done yet pretty. I wanna see you do that again, alright?" he said as he resumed his movements. It's safe to say you were in for a long night.

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂

Mr fancy hat is a true gentleman who proritizes your pleasure over his own

he prefers to be on top and in control but sometimes he will let you ride him. After all, what's better than receiving some special treatment from their s/o after a hard day at work?

he's quite handsy; loves seeing twitch and squirm under his touch

Chuya couldn't keep his hands to himself. And how could he? When you were riding him so prettily, nails digging into his chest as you tried to find some support; eyes shut tight. He could tell that you were close to your release by the way your movements got sloppier.

He chuckled, cupping your cheek with one of his hands as the other one traced lines along your belly.

"So pretty for me, doll. You like it when you have your way with me? I bet you do."

He thrusted his hips, making you jolt in pleasure. You picked up the pace, rocking your hips faster. Chuya's hand moved to your clit, lazily rubbing circles. "You're doing so well baby. Don't stop now" The words of praise added to the physical pleasure were enough to make you come undone.

You threw your head back, mewling in pleasure. A wave of satisfaction and desire took over your boyfriend as he watched you ride through your high. He pulled you down on him, your bare chest pressed against his and he caressed your figure.

Your body was still sensitive, each touch making you moan lowly into his ear.

Chuya's hands eventually rested on your hips but his lips went straight to your neck, leaving butterly kisses from place to place.

"Good girl. How about I get the bath ready for us?"

You gently nodded and slid off him, arms wrapping around his torso. A smile made its way to your lips "I'd love that. But let's stay like this for a bit."

"As you wish, my love" he replied, giving into your embrace.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Crumb Together

Prompt Day 27: Coffee Shop AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Platonic Stobin, Coffee Shop/Bakery AU, Fluff, Steve POV

Steve is carefully filling the bakery case. He's been here since three a.m., and it's still a half-hour until opening, but at least he's on time and not behind schedule for once. 

"Hey dingus, do we need more muffins?" Robin hollers, banging through the double-doors from the back to the front. 

"No, I have enough, thanks so much," he snaps. He's snippy this morning, pretty mad she ever talked him into this whole coffee shop scheme. Sure, they're retail pros, but small business owners? He should have said no fucking way. But she was excited, and he wanted her to be happy. That’s always his downfall.

He's definitely re-thinking that now that they’ve completely lost their social lives by keeping these insane working and sleeping schedules. They only see each other, which isn't the worst thing in the world, other than the fact that he doesn't know the last time he's touched boobies. Or dick. He's not picky. 

He needs to get laid, and he can’t do that stuck inside this coffee shop slash bakery hell with his best friend.

He's about to turn and sass her, when someone taps on the front door and he jumps, throwing a chocolate muffin up into the air, fumbling it around, before finally regaining control. 

He didn't drop it, but it looks a little worse for wear. He can't sell it like this. 

Well, fuck.

If he was a hired hand, he'd ignore the annoying tapper until the official opening time. Which is twenty-nine minutes from now. But as the owner, he puts down his tray and walks towards the door. They could use the paying customer, even if they’ve shown up way too early, like a rude asshole.

He looks, but he can't see anyone out there in the dark. Maybe he should ignore it.

He doesn't, instead he unlocks the door, and there's a guy standing there. 

"Hey, nice catch," the guy says, smiling. 

Steve forces a smile in return, "How can I help you?" 

"I know you're not open yet, but I saw you in there juggling the muffins, and I'm on my way out of town and really need a cup of coffee. My coffee maker decided this was the morning to croak," he says, slashing his whole hand across his neck, making a throat-slitting motion. 

He's rambling, like Robin.

Steve finds it a little cuter on him, than he does when Robin does it at this ungodly hour. 

Steve sighs, and opens the door wider to let him inside, "You just want black coffee?" 

"Please," the guy says. 

"I'll have to brew it. It'll just take a minute." 

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver," he says, and Steve can see that he's looking at Steve's chest, looking for a name tag. But Steve's not wearing one. Because as the owner, he finally doesn't have to. 

Robin is booting up the point-of-sale system, "Black coffee?" she repeats. 

The guy nods. 

"For?" 

"Eddie," the guy answers. 

"Good thing you asked him, I'd never know who to hand it to," Steve snarks at Robin, starting the coffee machine.

Eddie laughs.

Robin doesn't.

When it's done, Steve places the cup on the counter, and Robin immediately picks it up and writes Eddie's name on it. 

Which, that's stupid. They all know it's Eddie's coffee. Then, Robin sacks up the slightly banged up muffin and hands it to Eddie.

"You scared him and caused him to squish it. So, it's yours. On the house!" she says, far too chipper for this time of morning. 

"Thanks, I'll try to drop by and scare him more often," Eddie says, reading his name on his cup, grinning. Then Eddie slides a ten dollar bill across the counter, waving off his change. 

As soon as the bell on the door jangles, signaling Eddie's departure, Robin turns and slaps Steve on the arm. 

"What the hell? That cute boy wanted to flirt, and you totally dropped the ball, dingus!" 

Steve scrunches up his forehead, "Huh?"

Robin just shakes her head, annoyed, and heads back towards the kitchen.

Is Steve so rusty that he missed flirting? Goddamnit. 

Steve has just turned the front door lock, and flipped the sign to closed, when he hears his cell phone ringing somewhere in the distance. He follows the sound, and when he picks it up, it's a number he doesn't recognize. Great. More telemarketer bullshit. 

He goes to swipe the decline button, when Robin shouts, "You better get that!"

He looks back at his phone and cautiously accepts the call, not knowing what the hell she's done now.

"Hello?"

"Is this Steve? From the coffee shop?"

"Yeah, this is Steve," Steve says, suspicious. He has no idea who he's talking to.

"Good, good. This is Eddie. From this morning. The coffee jerk that made you open early."

"Oh, uh, okay. Um…"

"How did I get this number?" Eddie asks, laughing.

"Yeah, that was what I was thinking," Steve admits.

"Well, somehow it ended up written on my coffee cup this morning, with your name and a time to call."

Steve shakes his head, Robin is such an asshole, but Steve smiles.

"Well, I'm not sure how that happened," Steve says, teasing back. Flirting. 

"Big mystery," Eddie teases, "but since I've got you on the phone, would you like to grab dinner or drinks. Coffee?"

"No coffee," Steve laughs, "but yes. To the other two, for sure. But be forewarned, I eat really early. Like an old person. Early bird specials are my jam. And I go to bed by nine. Eight-thirty if I can get away with it. I gotta be here by three to get ready to open this place."

He's learned to get that info out of the way, early. 

"Well, that sounds perfect. I get up at four to get to my jobsite. I'm in construction," Eddie says.

Steve smiles, it's been a while since anyone has understood his schedule.

"So, dinner? Four-thirty or five?" Eddie asks, and Steve laughs.

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[dracobrooklyn]

Durge x Reader Part 2

When you really like the design of the Cannon DragonBorn and his voice is like butter making you melt. I was sad you can't romance him and your the playable character instead. So Here I am going to write Headcannons of what if he was a romanceable NPC that was in your party.These are my thoughts taking bits and pieces from the Cannon and putting my thoughts and ideas into Durge.

|| MDNI || 18+ this will contain Themes of Language, Violence, and of course Sexual Content. DO NOT READ!!

Cannon!Durge x Tav!Fem!Reader

This will be in a Fem!Reader POV!!

Word count: 1,237

Part 2: Getting Closer.

TW: Death, the Mention of killing, fantasizing murder, nudity, Smut, and Oral sex.

Durge being in a party after slaying the Goblins and saving the Teifling folk and saving them from the Druids grove (He honestly wish he would have burn their tree down, cause fuck those guys). Everyone seem to be having a good time... well he really didn't have a good time. Shall we list those reasons? Well for one thing, he tried so hard to distract himself trying to block out those images of his nightmare. But the wine wasn't doing anything for him, guess Durge would have to drink at least 6 barrels of wine... but that wasn't happening, the other thing he wasn't a huge fan of being with so many people. People cheering him as a hero! It was nice for at least 2 seconds... but then it got more annoying that each drunk teifling came up to him "You are a hero mate, cheers!". He was trying to find you in all this madness. Some sort of familiarity and safety. But finding you, he saw you talking to Astarion. He was about to step up a little, but he noticed that he was flirting with you, and you seem to like it a lot. Kinda broke his little dark heart.

Deep down Durge wanted to grab Astarion. He wanted to choke him, he wanted to rip him apart, just to see his head fall of his shoulders, just to see him dead onto the ground and rip his intestines out feasting onto him... Durge felt sick all of a sudden, what was that? Why was he thinking that way? He had to get away, he needed air. He needed distraction. He then bumped into a teifling. Pretty little thing, Durge found out her name was Alfira, she talked with him, telling him how brave he was against the Goblins. Asking on what Lyrics she should use for her song... oh she was a bard. fantastic. Durge also noticed you were staring... he looked back at Alfira and even tried at his hand on flirting, just to maybe... maybe make you a little jealous? Even offered to have a one night stand with Alfira. Of course she took it. Leading her away from prying eyes into the forest.

Durge didn't take his time with stripping off his clothes, getting on top of Alfira kissing her, marking her with hickey's and bite marks from his teeth. Gods this was a perfect distraction. A good ol fuck to pass the night. Durge has a pretty good size for his cock and yes, Durge has a knot. He is pretty good in sex, so Alfira did sound like she was enjoying it. How he trailed his nips, and licking towards her breast, to her navel and finally to her core. Tasting her nectar that was glistening on her folds. She did taste divine... but he couldn't help but replace Alfira's face with yours. What would you sound like if he went down on you... what would you taste like? How soft and warm you would be in his claws, how he would made you came into his mouth, into his jaws to taste your sweet release. "jacida nhee kiabil". It was a blur though... he was so lost in the pleasure he became so feral... and once out of his haze he smelled... blood. He shook his head and looked down seeing was the once alive Alfira... dead, with her intestines ripped out all over the place. Durge standing back and even looked down at his hands... oh gods it's on him... did he do that? Panic coursed through his body. What has he done?!! He has to hide the body quick! He did so throwing her down the river watching it float away feeling sick... dirty... fucked up. He wash's himself in the river to get rid of the blood on his face and hands. God he felt sick, he needed to get back to camp, he needed sleep.

Durge of course not being able to sleep, he of course goes to walk out into the night, away from the party. The Nightmares were not helping either. He didn't want to wake you either. He was too busy trying to piece together the images from his images. He did write into the Journal you gave him but it still wasn't making any sense. Until he see's a random stranger appear-- oh god it's ugly! Was it a Goblin? The creature claimed to be your servant. A servant? Wait... was he a prince? Oh no the joke was biting him in the ass now. The creature called himself Sceleritas, a one hell of a butler he puts it. He must know you. He kept calling you by your name Durge. It was nice... he guessed? He had so many questions, he asked a few. Learning where he came from, and was made to guide him and help... murder people? Wait kill people? "That's how I found you, I could smell the Bards dead stench from across the sea!". Oh gods Durge felt sick. He wanted nothing to do with him. Sceleritas was a little sad to see his faithful master dismiss him so soon. But he wanted away... he needed you. You felt someone shaking you awake, looking up from your sleep gaze, you could see Durge's face that was filled with dredge and fear. You asked him what was wrong. He asked if you both could be in his tent to talk... just to help him fall asleep. You agreed of course. Anything for your friend Durge. You guys did talk almost all night, he seemed to calm down. That was good. "So are you and Alfira together?" you asked Durge "What? No we uh... we just uh... had a one night stand is all." Durge replied feeling nervous all of a sudden. "Oh... I was hoping to spend more time in the party but you were gone for me to find you." you said to him. "...I thought you wanted to be with Astarion?" Durge asked "didn't he... offer to give you a good time?" "Oh he did, but I declined him." you said to him "He's not my type." "Oh." Durge was relieved. Thought you didn't need to know that... no. Besides you wouldn't want to be with a... memory loss murderer. No he can't let you find out about what he did no... it would be awful. He lose you in an instant. "Did you want to try and get some sleep?' You asked Durge tilting your head to the side. Durge definitely did blush, the way you looked at him made him feel butterflies in his stomach. Boiling within his very core. He was smitten with you. You rejected the pale elf and you wanted to be with Durge instead. Pride was welling inside him. Maybe he did have a chance... maybe... praying to the gods. "Thank you for the talk." He says to you "I feel more... refreshed, please get some sleep itov." "itov?" you asked him "Was that draconic?" Oh shit "uh yes, it means friend." he lied of course... and you fell for it thank goodness. You left Durge to rest telling him goodnight as you walk back to your bed roll. And Durge watching you leave as he says softly "mel'thurkear." as he curls up to sleep... to try and hope no more nightmares would plague his mind tonight.

Draconic Translation: jacida nhee kiabil- His Sweet Companion. itov-Love mel'thurkear- Goodnight.

[m-musings]

Not a Joke: Buggy the Clown X Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Buggy is feeling insecure & his partner helps him feel better.

Warnings/Other Notes: nothing, its m's typical cheesy fluff, what else can i say?

Most of the time, the captain of the Big Top Pirates gave off a very confident, entertaining and creative persona.

Always bragging or boasting in some way, he knew that he was a powerful and determined man and was intent on proving that to the rest of the world.

But every so often, there would be nights where that little voice in his head would say otherwise, telling him he isn't worth the trouble or that he should just give up while he's ahead.

After all, he may be strong and tough, but there's other's on the seas and beyond who are stronger and tougher, so tonight is one of those rough ones.

"Bugs, what's wrong?" Mutters a voice from the other side of the room.

Buggy- who had been lost in thought at his writing desk in his sleeping quarters- snaps out of his trance and looks over to his bed to see his lover peering worriedly at him from under a blanket.

With a brief shake of his head, a dejected huff escaped from his red-stained mouth. Turning in his chair to face her, he tried to will an assuring smile to his face, but it appeared to be more of a grimace than anything.

"It's nothin', Sweets... just been a long day. Go back to bed, I'll join after a while."

Letting out a quiet sigh, (Y/n) lifts the covers off her body before getting up and stepping over to the pirate to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

"C'mon, Buggy, I know you! I can tell when something's up with you, so spill."

"(Y/n), I'm fine, I promise. Please, just go relax, I'm almost done here."

"Buggy..."

(Y/n) clicks her tounge at the clown before she crouches slightly to be at eye level with him.

Furrowing his brow in response, he glances over at her as she shrugs her shoulders in inquisition. Releasing a forlorn sigh of his own, Buggy nervously skims a hand over his chin, not used to sharing his innermost thoughts and feelings.

"Can't hide anything from you, huh (N/n)?" Buggy finally relinquishes with a half-hearted chuckle.

His other hand delicately held hers as he guided his darling partner to sit in his lap. As she rests, he begins softly kissing her palm when she places it on his cheek.

"No, you really can't. Now, tell me what's got you so gloomy today." Presses (Y/n) as she gently runs her hands through his blue tresses.

The pirate runs his tounge over his painted lips as he searches for the right words. Opening and closing his mouth in indecision, he shuts his eyes for a moment as he manages to find what he wants to say.

"I just feel so... useless lately. Like, no matter what I do, it seems like someone is always beating me down or throwing me around. It's getting on my fucking nerves. And I hate feeling like that..."

"Oh, Bug..."

"But it's not just that either! I feel like everyone around me only sees me as some kind of joke. And not in the usual way, y'know?" Grumbles the clown as he leans his head against (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"It's gotten to the point where I cant help but feel like no one cares. And it hurts. A lot."

A short hum emits from the woman's lips, causing Buggy to peek one saddened eye up at her face.

"Well, I can tell you for a fact that that's not true."

Buggy's eyebrow raises in intrigue as he cautiously lifts his head to meet (Y/n)'s gaze.

"Yeah? what makes you say that?"

"I mean, just look around the ship. The crew absolutely adores you, you're their flashy Captain Buggy, after all! And you have me! I love you more than anything in the world." States (Y/n) as she happily scrunches up her nose.

"And also, you are not a joke at all. You are a brave, strapping and, not to mention, handsome pirate captain. You're the total package!"

Buggy pauses for a moment, grabbing her hand again and placing it against his chest, which was thrumming softly to the beat of his heart.

"You really mean it?" He whispers lowly as he grips her hand a little tighter than before, making sure not to hurt her.

"Of course I do! Have you ever known me to lie about something like that?"

Buggy thinks for a moment until he eventually shakes his head in denial.

"No, I guess not. In fact, You're one of the the most honest people I know..." Scoffs Buggy, as if the answer was obvious.

"So then you gotta believe me when I say you're loved, Buggy. So, so much. And I'll remind you every day if I have to." (Y/n) coos before pulling him towards herself for a warm hug.

At the feel of her embrace, the tension that Buggy didn't realize he had been carrying in his muscles began to wash away. A pleased rumble emits from Buggy's throat as he puts his head against hers.

"Thanks, baby. I really needed to hear that." Smiles Buggy as the frustration in his eyes fades.

"Anytime, love. I'm sorry you've been feeling so bad about this stuff... is there anything else I can do to help you feel better?"

As Buggy shakes his head no, he places a kiss on (Y/n)'s nose. As she touches the spot where his lips touched her, he gives her a tiny grin.

"You just bein' in my arms and reassuring me is helping a lot already, doll. Now, come on, let's get some shut eye, this shit can wait 'til later."

Buggy then lifts her up and takes her back to their plush bed, making her giggle as they both plop down on the mattress. After using his chop-chop powers to turn off the light illuminating the room, he tugs the blanket over the two of them before holding her against his chest.

"Get some sleep, (Y/n), 'cause we're spending alllll day together tomorrow, just us." Buggy orders as he gives a light kiss to the top of her head.

"Aye, aye, Cap'n ." Teases (Y/n), dotting a line of kisses along Buggy's jawline before she slowly lets her eyes fall shut.

And as the stars shine through the small porthole window on the other side of the room, hushed "I love you's" are exchanged as the couple drifts to sleep in each others arms.

[madlittlecriminal]

Hey, would you like to write for ps5/insomniac Peters since he's your new crush 🤭

If so I'd have an idea: Peter comes home all beat up (nothing too crazy tho, some bruised ribs, lil cut on the brow etc) reader gets worried and starts to patch him up and then Peter notices that she has some sexy lingerie on and questions it, so she tells him that she wanted to surprise him, then Peter is just taken by lust and starts to kiss her neck, feel her up, you try to protest a bit saying you need to finish patching him, but he's just like "I'll manage, I need you now."

Make him soft and gentle (he is already) but also a bit rough? Lol thaaannnkk🥵😍

Medic in Lace ↭ Peter Parker × Female!Reader

my god, i finished the game two days ago & he really is the softest boi. i love him so much & i want him

Warnings: mention of blood, minor injuries, smut, grinding, unprotected p in v, riding, praise, mention of cockwarming because i thought about it & i can't stop thinking about it...you'll see what i mean, mention of face riding, maybe a little bit of breeding kink but not really (?)

i got carried away and made this a little longer than intended. i apologize.

"Pete, are you okay?" He gave you a small smile and nodded. "I'm fine, princess. Just a few cuts is all and maybe bruises." You glared at him before letting him sit down on the couch and getting the first aid kit. "Uh-huh." You grab the rubbing alcohol before pouring some on a cotton ball and cleaning the blood off of his brow. "I'm serious." He chuckles and you glare at him. "Yeah okay." He helps you take off the suit and you sigh when you saw a forming bruise on his ribs. "God, Peter." You shake your head as you put a bit of ointment on the forming bruise.

"Wait a minute," Peter sat up and smirked a bit as he got a look at what you were wearing. You raise a brow. "What?" He let a hand trail up your thigh as he looked up at you. "What's this?" You snicker. "It was a surprise for you." He bit his lip with a nod. "I'm definitely surprised, princess." You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words. "Really?" Peter pulled you closer to him. "Hell yes." You chuckle. "Let me finish patching you up, okay?" As you tried cleaning the cut on his nose, he moved away from your hand by going to your neck and began kissing your neck.

You gasped softly. "Pete, let me finish!" He shook his head as his hands travel underneath the red babydoll. "Peter Parker!" He chuckles. "I'll manage, I promise. I just need you." You pulled him away before looking down, biting your lip when you saw his bulging outline from boxer briefs. "I see." You say softly and he nods. "Please, baby?" He asked in almost a whisper. You leaned down and placed a peck on his lips. "Fine. Just one round, okay?" He chuckles. "We'll see." You roll your eyes playfully before kissing him again, but this time more sensually and slowly.

Peter kissed you back without hesitation, bringing you closer to him as his hands still remained on your back underneath the babydoll. His fingers danced along your back as he kissed you, absolutely lost in your lips before you sat down on his lap, slowly grinding your hips against his. He moaned as he felt your wetness from your panties. "Already dripping wet, gorgeous." He commented and rested his hands on your thighs. "Only you do this to me, baby." You whispered before moaning softly. "I love you, you know that?" He whispered and you nodded. "I love you too."

He pulled his cock out from his boxer briefs before moving your panties to the side and teasing your cunt by lifting you up with one arm. "Oh god, Peter!" He bites his lip while looking at you with hooded eyes. "I'm here princess. Don't worry." He enters you slowly, causing you both to moan in unison. You rest your forehead against his before grinding your hips, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. "Oh fuck," Peter watches as you get yourself off on his cock. "You have no idea how pretty you look, do you?" He asks before reaching over and kissing your neck. You shook your head, and he hummed softly in pleasure. "You look like a goddess. Like a true princess sitting on a throne." His whispers go straight to your cunt, making you clench around him. "Y-your cock is my throne?" You stutter out, causing Peter to chuckle. "Of course. My face is also your throne, but we'll talk about that another time."

Peter grips your hips while looking at you through hooded eyes. "Want me to help you?" You nodded as he pulls you up his cock and then back down. His grip was enough to drive you crazy from how gentle it was, but it wasn't enough to bruise you; he's a gentle lover. He moaned your name into your ear, causing you to moan in response, your fingers trailing towards your clit to play with it as Peter thrusts into you. "You always feel so good." He groaned, guiding his hands under the babydoll and bringing you closer to him, making your chest touch his as he still thrusted into you. "And you'll always be my good girl." You clenched around him before letting out a cry of pleasure as you cum around him. Shortly after, he joins you, filling you up with his cum.

You take deep breaths with Peter before he lifts your chin up and kissing your lips softly. "You should stay here." He says softly after breaking the kiss. "I am here, Pete. We literally live together." He shook his head. "You know what I mean, princess." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words. "But I have to finish patching you up." He shrugged with a smirk. "You can do it on here, can't you?" Your eyes widened. "What?" He chuckled softly. "You can patch me up on here, can you?" You blink. "Are you serious?"

"Up to you, princess."

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

Obituary for Dee (Scoob and Shag)

I am crying and screaming and thrashinging and maybe throwing up a little. My girl LOST! AND TO A COP! I DEMAND ALL OF YOU GET REVENGE ON HER BY LEARNING ABOUT BRAVE POLICE J-DECKER!

Now that that's out of the way let me try to convince you all that Dee is so good and special and you should read the source material.

I'll actually start by selling you on said souce, for context. Dee is from a webcomic called "Scoob and Shag" (you can read it here on webtoon or here on their site). The general premise is that it starts as a silly goofy nonsense comic, with simplistic art but evolves over time. For a bit it's a horror comic, but it's final form that it maintains for most of it's current run is an action, shonen style comic. And a REALLY GOOD ONE.

Not only does it just have some really good writing and art* but it is also hands down the best derivative work I have ever seen. As you may have guessed by the title, the main duo are based off Scooby Doo and Shaggy, and most of the rest of the cast is also based off recognizable cartoons, such as Bugs Bunny, Popeye the Sailor, and Mickey Mouse. Part of this is to add wackness, but the writing also actively uses your expectations of each character to it's advantage. For example the story doesn't need to spend as much time doing the heavy lifting of establishing a bond between it's leads, cause they're Scooby and Shaggy. You already know they're friends. So the writing can build off that out the gate.

But the best part that that its doesn't just turn into "what if cartoon character's were edgy?" But it stays just the right amount of stupid, where it knows when to take itself seriously, and it knows when to have a character tell Garfield to not kill the president.

Oh and that * above next to word art? That's cause the art is really freakin good! Here's a taste:

Ok now onto Dee herself. DEE! She is based on Dee Dee from Dexter's lab, and she is actually one of the best examples of the comic using your expectations of the characters well, cause in Dexter's lab Dexter is a genius, and in this comic the equivalent, Dex, is also a genius. And they build off this to have it to where Dex is the far more successful and powerful of the two, and more importantly he can help out his allies. And this gives Dee an inferiority complex since she thinks she can't be of help to anyone, and her whole character arc so far is about growing past that and finding strength in her own abilities.

Now one last thing: look at Dee. She is great. You love her. You want to read Scoob and Shag in order to meet her.

Thank you for reading all this. I am SO MAD she lost. She is probably top 3 favorite characters out of all the ones on this bracket.

(Also spoilers: she is gifted powers by the god of girlboss)

[justsigma-bsd]

Everything Seems Small (From High Up)

Basically what happened after Sigma left the note and before Chuuya showed up.

Also me trying my hand at a different writing style-

TW for survivors guilt (I think), implied/mentioned starvation (it's small but there), a lot of injuries being mentioned and their causes.

@fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency may I perhaps interest you in seeing the aftermath of "lost one son to save another"? (ngl it would've probably happened anyway)

He doesn't remember how he managed to get there. The entire way is a blur. He doesn't remember how he managed to climb down, just that he somehow managed to slide down the gutter without falling.

In hindsight, he's more surprised he managed to hold on. His hand and arm ached from the effort of carrying his own weight, which the whole incident had reduced by quite a bit, but he barely cared. He just prayed that neither stab nor bite opened, and went on his way. 

Sure, both are wrapped tightly in bandages, along with pretty much most of his limbs, leaving pretty much all of the bites and stabs and cuts he'd endured hidden from prying eyes, but it'd be a pain to rewrap them all again... and he doesn't want to bother Chuuya with this. 

It's his own fault anyway, he dug his own grave, and now he may as well lie in it. 

His legs ached all the way, but he barely paid it any mind. He just walked and walked and walked, until he barely even knew where he turned left and where he turned right. He just had his destination in mind.

And his legs still ache, an hour later, when he's finally sitting where he'd wanted to go. 

He stares down, and for a moment he remembers falling from Sky Casino. Remembers the terror of thinking he'd die. Remembers the air whipping past his face, howling in his ears as if he'd been caught in a hurricane.

His legs, aching and stinging from bites that hopefully haven't started bleeding again, dangle down over the edge. He fidgets with his hands, plays around with the bandages wrapped around one of them. The bite underneath hurts as well. 

Everything hurts, if he's honest with himself. 

His legs hurt, courtesy of the dogs who'd dug their fangs into his flesh. 

His hand hurts, from when another dog bit it and dragged him back into his room- back to Mori. 

His face and arm and leg hurt from the cuts and stabs Other Kris had left on him. 

His knee hurts, and he can't remember that one clearly, but he thinks a bullet grazed it. 

His back hurts, from when he'd fallen down the stairs.  

His throat hurts, and he wishes desperately for the bruises to fade so he can stop wearing turtlenecks. 

He lets out a sigh and watches the city. From so high up, everything looks so... small. Insignificant. He knows his friends are down there. His family. His love... yet part of him think that maybe, just maybe, they'd be better off if he stayed here. 

He'd left a note. Granted, a very vague note, but he did... god, who was he kidding? Everyone's a mess right now. Everyone's in various stages of grief and dealing with it better or worse. Everyone's mourning, and what is he doing? Running from his problems. 

He lets out a breath, tears gathering in his eyes. 

It's his fault they're mourning. What was it that Fukuzawa had said? Ah, right. He'd sent Dazai to get him out. He'd weighed his options and lost one son to save another. 

He feels like screaming. Like crying. Throwing something, breaking something, tearing something apart and crying over that as well. 

It's his fault, start to finish. 

He'd started all of this with petty revenge that had been entirely pointless, and to what has it led? To Dazai dying. 

Fukuzawa should've made the right call. He should've left him to rot instead of sending help. He wasn't worth another's life. Hell, he isn't even an actual person- just some writing on a page. 

Karma was right. He's useless. He's useless and incompetent and he still doesn't know the reason- but he can see why he'd hate him. He wonders, silently, how many people hate him and are just too polite to say it to his face. 

It should've been him who died. Would've been better for everyone... or no, scratch that. He really just should've stayed in the desert. Less pain and suffering for everyone involved. He should've stayed away after Meursault, at the very least. 

... well, too late to prevent that mistake from happening. 

So he sits, high up above the city, and watches. Watches while everything looks so small and distant insignificant, and he silently wonders why he ever thought he could be a part of that without ruining it. 

[southerntigress]

Hello 👋 I was wondering if could write a story about the reader and her best friend try out to be the new nasty habits they both get the part Nikki is hot for both of them

The other band members tell Nikki don't mix business with pleasure

But he doesn't listen to them

One night before a concert on the current tour Nikki snakes both of girls in his dressing room they give him a bj together and he fucks them

Trying not to get caught or heard by the other guys he puts bandanas over their mouth so they don't moan out loud

Maybe add a breeding kink

I'm sorry all that just popped in my head

And I suck writing at fanfiction

Mixing business with pleasure

Hey sorry it took so long but here u go and also I don't do breeding kinks sorry but I hope u like it anyways

Me and my best friend Lauren had the day off we was lazing around the house waiting to go to an audition to be Motley Crue's nasty habits. We had been dancers all of lives that's actually how we met and became friends she was in my dance class when I was like 5 and she was 6.

Now we are 25 and 26 it's crazy how time flies when u are having fun. She's my roomie, my bestie and most of all my sister I love her to pieces.

I was lost in thoughts when she suddenly bursts through my door

"Get up and get dressed or we are going to be late" she says excitedly

I roll my eyes "we have 4 hours before we have to be there and it's only a 30 min drive from here chill out we got plenty of time" I say with a giggle

She raises her eye brow at me " Carrie Ann do you not know who you are talking to"

I nod "yes I do we have plenty of time"

"Bitch it'll take 3 hours to prepare and get dressed, get up" she said pulling my arm

I laugh and pull my arm away " that's cause u are super high maintenance. It'll take me 1 hour to get ready" I say

She groans " ugh I can't stand your ass" she says throwing a pillow at me

I catch it and laugh "love you too" I say as she walks out of the room

Fast forward 4 hours we finally get there and Lauren is dragging me through the sea of people. We finally arrive at the room the auditions are being held at it's empty which is weird I thought it would be packed

I looked at Lauren " it's kinda weird being the only ones here you think we are at the right place?"

She shrugs

A lady walks up to us "may I help you ladies"

"We are here to audition for motely crue" I say

She looks us up and down "ah yes right this way"

She leads us down another hall way and we enter the room " you girls are the last ones so good luck, go on the guys are waiting" she says and walks out

We go further in and there they are Nikki, Vince, Tommy in all of their glory looking all fine and hot.

Nikki is the first to noticed us and smiles " wow look at you ladies yall are the hottest chicks we've seen all day" he smirks

"Keep it in your pants Sixx" Vince says

Nikki flips him off

Lauren and I just giggle

"Alright ladies we're going to go through one song and this will definitely show us if you got what it takes so show us what you got" Tommy says

We get in position as 10 seconds to love starts to play I start to move my hips very seductively and bite my lip as I walk a little closer to the table and bend over shaking my ass Nikki slaps my ass hard.

Lauren crawls across the floor to me comes up on her knees as I get down on mine

Our hands are roaming each other bodies as we grind on each other and right before the song ends we kiss.

We get back up and stand infront of them waiting on their reaction

"Holy shit" says Vince

"Fuck dude" Tommy says

Nikki is staring intently at us with a devilish smirk "that was fucking hot and hands down the best audition we've seen" he says

"Give us a minute" Vince says and we go into the hall

A few minutes later Nikki and Tommy comes out

"Congrats you both are the new nasty habits" Tommy says hugging us

Nikki walks up to us and hugs us "I can't wait to be on tour with you" he says looking at both of us

The tour has started and it's been going amazing the guys and even the fans have made us feel like part of the family. Nikki has been extra handsy and flirting lately despite the others telling not to mix business with pleasure he invited us to his dressing room tonight before the show.

As soon as we walked in he locked the door and slammed his lips on mine we heavily made out as his pressed his body against mine.

He pulled away and brought Lauren in and pressed her against the door next me as he attacked her lips as well.

He pulled back from her and looked from me to her to me again and said "Fuck I need both of you right now but we got to be quiet so the other don't hear ok"

We nod

he starts to undress us then himself he smirks at our reaction to him naked he may be older but fuck me does he still look hot as hell

He looks at me "like what you see sweetheart" he smirks

"Fuck yeah I do" I say

"Good cause you both are going to give me a blow job and then I'm going to fuck both of these pretty little pussies" he says

I drop to my knees after he said waisting no time in taking him in my mouth I move my head up and down his length he grabs my hair and holds me in place as he starts to thrust his hips forward I continue to suck him off for a few more minutes til he pulls me off of him and tells Lauren it's her turn she takes him in her mouth and deep throats him he groans and reaches his other hand down and starts to finger me I throw my head back and moan.

He suddenly pushes us off of him and pulls out 2 bandanas "time to fuck those pretty pussies but I gotta keep you from moaning loud so we don't get caught" he says as he ties them around both of our mouths

He fucks both of us til we can't move or make any more nosies we cum and so does he. We lay on the couch catching our breaths.

Maybe mixing business with pleasure isn't so bad after all

[snootlestheangel]

Just A Dude!Ghost Monster AU

Side note before this post gets rolling, I love that my post with the highest notes starts with "I don't know who else" and I think that's very reflective of what Tumblr is like XD

Anyways

We're doing it! We are writing a Monster AU featuring Ghost as the only human despite what everyone else thinks! As far as I am concerned, mostly gonna post it here on Tumblr, since I don't really have much right now for it, mostly just little blurbs but if needed for readability, I'll put it on AO3 (under my profile FeelzMaster)

I'm gonna go ahead and give y'all the rundown of what species are featured, kinda what this world's like, the stuffs, ya know? TW: talks of death (just how they can die, relax)

Soap

To be 100% honest, I really wanted to do the whole werewolf!Soap thing cause it's just so perfect for him, but I thought back to a post I made about him being lightning and thought HUH WHAT IF?

So, partially inspired by @tactax-art and their depiction of Soap dealing with fire 'n shit, I have made Soap a unique type of "nymph". Technically, nymph isn't the right word, but neither is elemental, and the true name of these things is so old it's real translation has kinda lost meaning so they stick to describing themselves as "nymphs" or "elementals".

He is a Lightning Nymph, which is rare but that's apparently what happens when you cross an "atmospheric" air nymph (his mum) and a less traditional water nymph (his dad). He's often seeing consuming/messing with things that have electrical charge in order to keep up his own energy (Gaz once had to watch him literally lick an exposed outlet and maintain a straight face). Every time it storms, he's outside somewhere as high as he can get so he can soak up the natural static energy that comes with storms. He can and will shock people for the fun of it.

As for abilities, he's obviously highly conductive, can manipulate electrical energy but it's pretty exhausting so it's more of a life or death thing, he can glow in the dark if he wants to, and he's hyper aware of changes (due to ~energy~). His diet is batteries... Jk, but seriously he does not eat like a human would, he straight up eats things that will help with energy. Like I said earlier, he's licked an exposed outlet like it was an espresso shot. Downside is he can't see for shit in the dark so he's reliant on sensing energies, nightvision, or having one of his buddies that can see in the dark guide him. Can be killed if his brain stem is destroyed, but is also very weakened by the typical stuff (gunshots, stab wounds, severe bodily trauama, etc). but can be severely weakened by being trapped in insulated rooms/wrapped in insulators. If exposed to these things and not able to find a sustainable source of electrical energy, he will die. (rubber, steel, copper are some good insulators)

Gaz

I don't know why but I'm gonna make him a Siren. For some reason Siren!Gaz just melts my heart and I wanna hold him. I don't care if he can lure me to my death with his voice, I wanna hear him sing :'(

He's typically pretty human appearing, it's a natural instinct for Sirens, but when he's tired or distracted (like working out/doing paperwork), you can start to see some very fish-like qualities. Mostly very gorgeous iridescent scales around his ears, eyes, neck, shoulders, knees, top of his feet, and back of his hands.

Can breathe underwater, has the best vision in the dark, eats like a typical person but with more sea food cravings or cravings for fatty foods (like human), when in full Siren form he doesn't have a "mermaid's" tail, it's much more shark-like so he can accelerate really fast. Generally just more shark-like, except his scales are fish-like. His nose, like sharks, is super sensitive to certain changes, so booping his nose always throws him off if it's surprise, but he will also bump his nose into people/things without realizing it to get a better sense of it. Can be killed by things humans can, susceptible to parasites.

Price

Honestly, his has been the hardest but I'm gonna do changeling. I honestly don't know a lot about them, and quite frankly I've already got one homebrewed monster here, so why not another?

He's definitely the one everyone mistakes for being human cause he's so good at keeping up appearances. But there are always times where Price manipulates his appearance/body just enough that it's a little startling for those that believed him to be human to suddenly realize he's very much not.

He's got better eyesight in the dark than a human, but nowhere near close to what Gaz has. He's good at picking up on scents though, as his nose is a bit more attune to sniffing out humans than anything. He's not a bloodsucker, but changelings typically feed on weakened/ill/very old/very young humans, so he's able to tell when something is wrong with someone. Stifles the more violent urges of his species by eating a primarily meat heavy diet with a lot of raw veggies for the crunch. Most susceptible to things with iron or salt (obvi) but can still be fatally wounded by stab wounds/gunshots. Most other stuff won't kill him but it'll certainly hurt and he'll complain the entire time.

Alejandro and Rudy

These two are werewolves and Los Vaqueros is their pack :'). Most Vaqueros are also werewolves, but they do have a variety of other creatures commonly found in North America.

And finally, the whole point of this: we got our boy Ghost as a literal human being. Nothing more, just a dude. A dude with so much fucked up shit happening to him constantly it's just assumed he must be inhuman. NOPE! He's just a dude, a very very unlucky, and probably cursed, dude.

So yeah, that's what I have so far! Working title is "Cheers to the Unknown"

Taglist (if you want added let me know in the replies/reblogs): @tacticaltaxonomist @cthulhusstepmom

[butterfluffy]

“my strange addiction”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· aside from drugs, law seems to can't get enough of you, too. having you as one of his strange addictions that he just can't let go..

⠀⠀➧ angst | yandere!t. law × gn!s/o!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — contains yandere themes, suicide threat, violence, and drug usage. get out of this fic if you're uncomfortable with these. mistakes and swearing are present too.

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “my strange addiction,” which is a writing special i made to celebrate this account reaching 500+ followers.

by continuing, you consent into reading this oneshot fanfic which contains yandere themes, suicide threat, violence, and drug usage. if uncomfortable with these, then don't read this. also, don't go blaming me, i warned you.

A lazy smile was quick to make its way into Law's face as he slumped down his couch, a syringe containing ‘smack’ in his hand.

“Mhhmm, time for relaxation...” He hums, popping the drug on his skin that is scarred from the previous sessions, the fluid travelling into his veins, and then to his system. Quickly taking effect, relaxing him.

Eyes falling droopy, Law heaves a sigh, getting lost in his own world, failing to notice the door opening.

“Law.” You called, brows immediately getting stitched to a frown upon seeing your lover doing his ‘business.’

“Law, for fuck's sake, can you just—stop!” You exclaim, stomping towards the raven-haired male and taking the syringe from him, throwing it away, snapping him back to reality.

“..Ah, Y/n-ya, hello.” Greets Law with a sheepish smile on his face, the drug he took still in effect, causing your blood to boil.

“Don't ‘hello’ me, Law.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes as Law hummed, standing up and taking the syringe you had threw on the floor.

“So cranky, baby... Why don't you just.. Relax here with me, mhm?” Law says with a snicker, offering you one of his unused heroin shots so you could relax with him.

“‘Relax?’ You mean getting high, with you? No thank you, get high on your own. I'm fucking leaving your addicted ass!” Slapping the drug away from you, you then stomped away, ready to leave when—

“No, no, no..! You aren't leaving me, Y/n-ya. You're not leaving, no. You'll not leave me. I love you!” He yelled, holding you off from taking another step.

“That's not love, Law! This is obsession, addiction! This—this is unhealthy, no, I'm leaving! I can't with this..” You shrieked, trying your best to push him away from you, but he just won't budge..

“I'll kill myself, Y/n-ya. Dare leave me, and I'll kill myself! My death will be your fault...!” Law threatened, guilt-tripping you into not leaving him. “Law, stop this nonsense, you're insane! I'll leave, and you can't stop m—ah!”

Slamming you against the wall, Law then gripped your wrist tighter, breathing going erratic by the sudden surge of emotions that he couldn't control without the drug he took that had its effects slowly fade away..

“I'm not letting you go, Y/n. I'm never doing that, because you're mine. Mine, and only mine.” Your lover says in a demanding tone, a crazed look displayed on his face as one of his hands held your wrist, while the other travelled on your chest, to your heart that raced.

“Law, please... Let me go, please.” You begged, tears forming on your eyes while Law grimaced, hushing you the same way he does to a baby who's crying.

“Ssshhh, Y/n-ya. I know.. I know you don't wanna leave me, because you love me, yeah? It's what your heart tells me, so don't lie anymore.”

Gently caressing your clothed chest, Law then goes silent for a moment, feeling the rhythm of your heart that beats because of him, out of love, he says.

Well, it's true. Right now, it does beat because of him, but out of fear.

“Law, you're scaring me... Please stop this crazy shit, and just let me go..” You plea, once again. Swallowing thickly as the man who had you pinned against the wall takes out a syringe from his pocket.

“Don't be scared, my love, everything will be alright after this one shot. We'll be happily crazy here together after, heh..” He whispers, kissing your forehead before he injected the drug to you who begged for the last time, “..Let me go, Law....”

Collapsing to him, Law then snickers, holding you in his arms with a proud smile on his face. “I can't do that, Y/n-ya. I can't, and won't let you go, because...”

“You're my strange addiction, that I just can't get enough of.”

© butterfluffy 2022

[likedovesinthewindd]

Can write your Robin Buckley x reader where Robin teaches reader how to swim? Thanks

she's a little short but i hope you like 🩷

robin buckley x reader

warning: mentions of drowning.

wc: ±780

a/n: none

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

It was coincidentally at a pool party that Robin had found out about your inability to swim.

It was a small gathering at Steve's giant pool really; the party deciding to spend one of the hottest Summer days at his, rather than cook to death at their respective homes. He was the only one who had a pool, after all.

You were sitting comfortably on one of the pool loungers, a book in hand as you lazily read from behind your sunglasses. Most of the younger kids were in the pool, throwing water at each other, and occasionally dunking each other's heads underwater when Steve wasn't around to scold them about pool safety.

You heard someone join you and when you looked over you saw Robin on the lounger next yours. She was dripping from just being in the pool, the short strands of her hair clinging to the sides of her face.

"How are you not in the water right now, it's like a hundred degrees," she asked, pushing the hair from her face. You closed your book, placing it on the ground next to you. "I'm like an iguana, I need this heat to generate warmth in my cold heart," you joked.

"It's actually because you can't swim," Erica commented from where she was sitting on the edge of the pool, dipping her feet into the water. Robin looked at you as if you'd grown two heads. "You can't swim?" she asked. You only shook your head, taking off your sunglasses.

"She almost drowned once at the public pool when she was babysitting me. Lifeguard had to give her mouth to mouth," Erica added, and you shuddered dramatically at the memory. "I could always teach you, y'know. I'm easily the best swimmer here, after Steve of course," Robin said. "I might actually have to take you up on that offer," you laughed.

𓇼˚⁎⁺˳ .

That was why you now found yourself at the public pool on a Tuesday afternoon, getting swim lessons from Robin. It eased your mind little knowing the pool was practically empty at this time of the week and day, so no one would witness you making a fool of yourself.

"I really thought you were joking about this," you said as the two of you approached the pool. "I'm actually doing you a huge favor, for in case you get lost at sea one day, y'know?" she said. "That way you can swim back to shore and think to yourself 'damn, Robin just saved my ass'."

"What are the chances of me getting lost at sea?" you laughed. "I don't know, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared," she smiled. Soon the both of you made your way into the pool and started the so-called swimming lesson.

"This is stupid, I look stupid!" you said after a while, gesturing to pool noodle you currently had in a death grip. "You don't look stupid!" Robin argued, but her smile betrayed her. "Here, let's try something else. Float on your back."

"No, I'll sink to the bottom!" you argued. "You won't sink, just trust me," Robin said. You reluctantly let go of the noodle and she helped you move to float on your back. She placed her hands underneath you, supporting you as you splayed your arms and legs like a starfish.

After a few moments she retracted her hands and you floated on your own. "She it's not that hard," Robin said softly. When you looked over to her, and saw that her hands were no longer underneath you, you panicked. You immediately shrinked in on yourself, causing you to struggle around in the water. Your current position made you panic even more, until you felt a pair of hands pulling at you.

You clinged to Robin's frame, your arms wrapping around her neck as you tried to open your eyes, the chlorine burning them. You even went as far as to wrap your legs around her, the pool making you practically weightless.

"Are you alright?" Robin asked, trying not to laugh. "No, I'm not," you frowned, "I almost drowned!" "You're over exaggerating," she replied and you scoffed. "Do you wanna end today's lesson?" Robin asked. "Please."

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"You'll be swimming laps in no time, don't worry," Robin said as the two of you made your way to your car. "Well, I would've gotten a lot further with today's lesson if my teacher wasn't wasting time laughing at me every time I did the doggy paddle," you added, no genuine bitterness to your tone.

"Maybe, but you won't get a teacher who takes you out for ice-cream afterwards," she smiled, and you couldn't help the smile from creeping onto your face as well. "I guess not," you smiled.

[nescaveckwriter]

Wandering Love - Chapter Four

A/N: Y'all this is Eeeekk🤭😋! yes freaking exciting, I🩷 love writing about Cowboy Benny, also this will have you will Awww moments🥺, and most probably hating me for cliffhanger, (sorry not sorry)🤣😱

Warnings: 18+ Only , Violence, Guns, Swearing, anything else, please let me know.🐞

Word Count: 1998🐞

Credits: Photos - Pinterest & Google🐞

Standing in the bushes he recalled the information he gathered in the town earlier that day, a CJ is this Bobby Singer's guardian, and from what he heard he's quite good. But he sure as hell didn't expect a little woman to point a shotgun at him, so he begun to speak, he sounded tired, it was a long ride "I didn't come here to cause no trouble mam"

"Oh well aren't you mighty nice, the name is CJ" she haulers

"I just came to talk" so this is CJ he thought to himself

"Oh really came to talk or take him?" Stepping off the porch now "Either way , you better go back where you came from"

"Not the trusting kind I see" he sneered

"No what gave you that idea, show yourself now" she shouted

"I'll come out, but I gotta warm you CJ, I'm the fastest gunslinger in the west, try too shoot me and you'll be the one biting the dust"

"I don't just shoot, step out of the shadows now" she demanded

The large man stepped out, three times her size, but she's dealt with plenty of men twice her size. No way she'd stand down from a fight due to a giant. As he walked slowly closer, something about him seemed familiar. He came to a stop, as she looked up at him, that's when se saw his blue eyes glistening in the moonlight, how could this be, it's him, its really him. "Benny" she exclaimed, before she could stop herself, she let the shotgun come to a fall, as she ran towards him.

He couldn't believe his eyes, it's his Willow. He couldn't form a word, as she ran towards him, jumping into his arms he held it out towards her instinctively. He sure as hell didn't waste a single second, he devoured her lips, like a man who's ravished, a man who's been left in the desert for too long. Clearly she felt the same, not once breaking the kiss, well that was until they heard multiple horses, surrounding them, a single gunshot was fired up in the air. Benny and CJ drew their 45's, backs standing against each other facing the bandit's. He sounded happy under the circumstances "Nice, 45 peacemaker, Willow"

She smiled, "the best gunslinger in the west, trained me too use them, and I stuck too it"

The hooded guy rode closer, bandana covering his mouth, "Ah little ol' CJ, protecting an murderer?"

Squinting her eyes, disgust in her voice "Dalton"

Benny spoke behind her, "you know this clown?"

"Yes his the eldest of the Jefferson brothers, and the damn reason Bobby lost his wife"

Benny turned to face her for a second "so it's true you, protect those who can't protect themselves"

All she got out was "I try" before the other two Jefferson brothers stormed the both of them.

Benny and CJ, both holstered their peacemakers, ready to get down and dirty in a fist fight.

Benny almost lost his mind, when he saw the one brother throwing a punch towards his little woman child, but she ducked giving him a upper jab, instead. The fist in his ribs caught him off guard, swinging his right fist towards the man's face, bringing the bandit too a fall, the gunshot took him by surprise, as it pierced his shoulder, glaring towards the man on the ground who shot him, Benny drew his 45, before the man could get off a second round, he planted that bullet between his eyes. Turning to face Willow, seeing she ran into the house, to probably get Bobby, the guy she fought off earlier is lying in the grass with a bloodied face.

Facing the old man in his wheelchair, holding a hunting rifle in hand "Come on Bobby we gotta go." He didn't hesitate he just simply agreed. She took ahold of the handles, pushing him towards the door, but she was met by Dalton.

"Hello pretty thing" he taunted her.

"Get out of my way Dalton" she ordered

He started to laugh, but it was short lived as she drew that 45, and pulled the trigger, she just simply winged him.  Even though he deserved to die, that's not who she was, she will wound her enemies, never try to kill them unless it's absolutely necessary.

Dalton got up, holding his shoulder to stop the bleeding, he glared in her direction "I'll get you CJ"

As she and Bobby went through the front door, she caught a glimpse of Benny, he was fighting with two other men, of course he was winning the fight. The moment he punched the last of the men he fighting, she shouted for his help with getting Bobby off of the stairs and onto a horse.

He whistled for Shadow, she did the same with Savannah, the horses came running, Benny quickly lifted Bobby out of his chair, and tied him to Shadow's back, got up, as did CJ, they ran, as if a tornado was about too hit the place.

Dalton and what's left of his men, quickly chased after them, furiously he shouted behind. "You killed my brother, your going to pay, I'll take something from you too Benny" he knew exactly who Benny Lafitte was, the man who weren't scared about anything, and he sure as hell didn't have any weaknesses until now that is, he saw the way those two kissed. With that being said he took his rope and started swinging, it up in the air, he isn't the best damn Rodeo rider for nothing, the lasso is swirling in the, air, just before the turn, in the road he flung the rope, catching his little steer so too say. He tucked at the rope, pulling it towards his direction, she travelled through the air, yelping when she hit the dirt road.

She saw the way Dalton grinned, pulling her closer towards his horse, she was defenseless as the rope, tightened around her arms and waist.

Benny heard the moment when his Willow screamed, he turned around running towards the sounds but he was met , by a couple of men and their rifles. He returned fire as best he could with just one arm, he was out gunned , knowing the only chance for her too survive is for him too get away, get Bobby to safety, he turned around, his cowboy boots giving Shadow the extra motivation, to run like the wind, and he did, until the  sound of the gunshots died down.

His blue eyes has turned dark, his jawline clenched and his mind is racing with terrible thoughts of what will happen to his sweet woman child. He just got her back, he can't loose her again. Swearing to himself, that he'll do anything in his power to save her.

Dalton's laugh was so damn irritating, if she could only write that smug off his face with her fist, but no, she's tied up too a tree trunk, he took her peacemakers, for himself, damn bastard. Every now and then he'll make a turn , kicking her or punching her in the face, of course she grunted now and again, but there aren't no way, she'll show him, in how much pain she really is, pretty sure, her whole body is bruised from the fall.

He walks closer too her, clenching her chin in his sweaty fingers, he smirked "Oh your going to be so much fun"

He came closer forcing a kiss, she tried to look away, but he hold her in place. She kicked him away and he demanded one of his men too tie up her legs as well.

"Feisty little one are you, I'll break you in don't worry " he grinned

A sly smile tugged at her lips, "I'll never break, you can try your best, but I will never" she meant every damn word.

He just laughed and sneered "We'll see about that." He walked back towards the campfire, sat down and drank some moonshine, his men joined in on the fun, laughing and telling each other about how they will take turns with her, and what they'll do to her. She had too be honest with herself, she was scared, she was so damn scared, so when one by one started to get drunk, she knew it was now or never, the entire time she tugged at the rope, pulling it loose thread by thread, her hands and fingers where a bloodied mess, but one hand came loose then the other one, every now and again, when they didn't look at her like she was prey, she'd start to untie the rope around her legs as well, both ropes was still around her giving the impression she was still tied up, but it was loose enough so that she could escape the moment she got a chance. She heard Dalton bark orders at his brother, to have his turn first, and that's when she saw the opportunity, as he came, closer towards her, he taunted her with a knife in hand tracing from her jaw to her collar bone right towards her chest. Without warning she kicked him on he's knees, taking the knife from him, placing it against his throat, maybe a little too hard as the blood started seeping through.

"Y'all better listen to me Dalton, give me my weapons back, and let me walk on outta here, then, you won't need too loose yet another brother" she warned.

He did as he was told throwing her belt with the holstered weapons towards her, he knew she one against ten so the odds was in his favor.

She catches the belt with one hand. The other hand still holding the knife in place. As she clipped the belt in place around her waist, she drew her 45 in her left hand, then letting the knife go, quickly drawing the other 45 as well, the man on the floor, flung around ready to take her, off her feet, but he stared down the barrel of the gun. Clicking her tongue "No I wouldn't advise that Cowboy"

Before anyone could reply, she turned and started running, she aren't no coward but like Kenny Rogers said "You got know when hold em' and now when too fold em"

She heard the men's footsteps and gunshots behind her, but she just ran, she ran all deeper and deeper into the forest, trying to decide, which way to go she felt the bullet piercing through skin, off her right shoulder blade, she tumbled, falling to her knees, maybe it was the adrenaline maybe it was the fear of those men catching up with her, but she just got up, blood streaming down her arm, she knew it was like a beacon for the men after her, giving away her position, so when she saw the riverbank, she knew that was her only chance of survival. It's almost nearly dark again, but its here only way. Jumping in she felt the coldness of the water against her skin. The river current was strong, almost too strong, she tried too swim but couldn't move her right arm, so she just stopped letting the current guide her. Hearing Dalton shout "She's as good as dead, let's go"

A relieved sigh left her lips, she made it, she was going to be okay. A dead tree stump floating around held her afloat, she felt the current getting stronger and stronger, she shouted when she saw the reason behind the strong current, "No! A damn waterfall" she tried to calm herself down, knowing there's nothing left for her too do, at least she was able too see and kiss the love of her life one last time, while thinking about the events the past 20 or so hours, the current took her over the edge, thousands and thousands of rumbling water plunging down with her. She went under as the tree stump broke, the last thing she could see was the moonlight shining through the water.

[parkermunson]

Heart-Shaped Donut

really wanted to write something short for V-Day so here's some cute Valentine's shenanigans with our fav lover boy!

Sunlight swept over your body in fiery hues of yellow through the half-closed thin curtains of Eddie's room. The light woke you as the sun reached the perfect point in the sky to shine directly through your eyelids.

The trailer was eerily quiet. Being the home of the Munsons, it's usually filled with the static of the old T.V. trying desperately to reach a station with it's unstable antenna, or Eddie's cassettes blasting through the thin walls. But it lay completely silent.

You peeked open an eyelid at Eddie's side of the bed to find it bare. The sheets thrown back like he would do when he wakes up late for work. Throwing on the nearest shirt, a band tee Eddie wore a few days ago, you walked through the hallway in search of your boyfriend. The bathroom was empty aside from a wet towel lying in the middle of the floor. The kitchen had last night's dirty plates stacked in the sink, but was otherwise empty too. The living room, surprisingly tidier than usual, also lay empty. You sat on the couch, pulling your legs up to your chest, hugging your arms around your legs in comfort.

Eddie was in no way a morning person. It was a miracle getting him up before 10, and it had just barely passed 8. The worry settled deep in your stomach. He never left for work without kissing you goodbye, or went anywhere for that matter without the ritual. Even when you fought the night prior. He was a man of habit.

Your thoughts were muddled with anxious suggestions to his whereabouts. So much so you didn't hear his van pull up outside. His giddiness overtaking his actions. He ran up to the trailer, throwing the door open and jumping inside. Moving toward the hallway to his room, he stopped mid-step before turning to you on the couch.

"Where'd you go," your voice shook with worry, despite how much effort you tried to sound stable.

He lifted a paper bag out in front of him, "got you donuts." He walked over to plop onto the couch seat next to you, causing you to bob up and down on the old creaky springs. His smile was uncontained and it brought a sense of relief to your nerves.

Eddie was full of surprises and would give gifts often, but this was unusual. Leaving early in the morning, buying donuts (something he didn't usually eat). Yet he seemed happy, ecstatic even.

He opened the bag, peeking inside like he was opening a treasure chest with goodies galore, and gasping with a wide smile. He reached in and pulled out a pink frosted heart-shaped donut with red sprinkles. "Happy Valentine's, babe. Here's my heart," he said, handing you the donut.

Oh. Valentine's Day.

You took the treat, but stopped short of biting in when Eddie pulled out his own donut. A simple glazed donut. He held his up between your bodies, and you nudged your donut with his in a toast.

The donut was delicious, a sweet start to a sweet day. Eddie ate around the donut in a circle, leaving only a small ring around the donut hole. He grabbed your left hand and placed the donut on your ring finger, the sugary glaze sticking to your skin. "You're mine now, forever."

"That's not how that works. But sure."

He fist-bumped the air and threw his head back in celebration. A hiss of a long drawn out "yes" echoes through the room before he turned back to you with a smile.

"You have some sugar on your face," you licked your finger and rubbed it off.

He stared at you with a grimace. "I can't believe you just did that. You Mommed me!" Eddie threw his hands up in an over exaggerated fashion, then grabbed your left hand. "I'm taking the ring back. You lost your donut ring privileges." Without thinking, he slipped your finger into his mouth, licking around it and sucking the donut off before pushing your hand away. It ignited your core instantly, heating it with a need only Eddie could fix.

The look on your face triggered him to realize his actions. His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned over, his face inches from your's. "I need to get you a real ring ASAP."

[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member loses her favourite stuffed bear

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but end of semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend Thira490 that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I really like your book and I want to request where y/n lost her favourite stuff toy and throws a tantrum and the j-line calm her down and help finding it (A/N: I have a stuffed bear too and I love him to death, I'd cry if he was lost so I could easily relate to this ask lol)

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N was having a particularly rough day. It seemed like everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. First, she woke up late and had to rush through her morning routine, skipping breakfast in the process. Then, she realized she had forgotten her favourite stuffed toy, Mr. Bear, at home. Mr. Bear had been her companion since she was a child, and losing him felt like losing a part of herself. As Y/N arrived at TWICE's concert venue, she couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness without Mr. Bear by her side. Throughout the day, she couldn't focus on rehearsals or interactions with fans. Her mind was preoccupied with the thought of her lost toy. She couldn't help but feel frustrated and upset with herself for being so careless.

After the concert, as the members gathered in their dressing room, the maknae's emotions reached their breaking point. The stress and disappointment of the day welled up inside her, and she exploded in a fit of anger and frustration. She stomped her feet and slammed her hands on the table, tears streaming down her face. Momo, Sana, and Mina, the J-line, were taken aback by their angel's outburst. They had never seen her so upset before, and they were worried about her. Without hesitation, they rushed to her side, surrounding her with their calming presence even if their voices were laced with concern.

Momo - Baby, what happened?

With a voice choked with tears, Y/N sobbed as she answered her unnie.

Y/N - I...I lost Mr. Bear, I can't believe I lost him. He's been with me for so long, and now he's gone.

Sana gently placed a hand on their youngest's shoulder, trying to comfort her. 

Sana - It's okay, sweetheart. We'll help you find him. We understand how much he means to you.

Mina nodded in agreement. 

Mina - We're here for you, honey. We'll search every corner until we find him. Don't worry.

Y/N sniffled and wiped away her tears, feeling a glimmer of hope and gratitude for her sister's support. She took a deep breath and nodded, mustering the strength to face the situation head-on. With the J-line by her side, she knew she wasn't alone in this. The four of them left the dressing room and began scouring the concert venue, searching every pit and gap. They moved from the stage to the backstage area, checking dressing rooms, and storage areas, and even asking the staff if they had seen Mr. Bear. With each passing minute, Y/N's hope began to weaken, replaced by a sense of despair. But the J-line unnies wouldn't let her give up. They encouraged her to keep searching, reminding her that miracles could happen. Their sisterly support and unwavering determination helped the maknae push through her despair. They combed through every inch of the venue, refusing to leave any stone unturned.

Finally, as they were about to lose hope, a glimmer of light shone upon them. Sana spotted a familiar fluffy shape tucked away in a forgotten corner. She gasped and pointed. 

Sana - Sugar, look!

The girl's heart skipped a beat as she followed Sana's gaze. There, lying abandoned on a dusty shelf, was Mr. Bear. She let out a cry of joy and rushed forward, scooping him up into her arms. Tears of relief streamed down her face as she held her beloved toy tightly, feeling a flood of emotions wash over her. Momo, Sana, and Mina gathered around their babygirl, beaming with pride and happiness. They had done it. They had helped her find Mr. Bear, and in doing so, they had helped her find a piece of herself that she thought was lost forever.

The news of Y/N finding Mr. Bear spread quickly among the TWICE members, and they all gathered in the dressing room to celebrate. The room was filled with laughter and joy as Y/N shared the story of the J-line's unwavering support and determination to find her precious toy.

Nayeon playfully poked her baby's side. 

Nayeon - You had us all worried, love! But I'm so glad the J-line was there to save the day.

Y/N smiled and nodded, grateful for the love and friendship she felt within the group. 

Y/N - I couldn't have done it without them. The unnies truly saved me.

Jeongyeon ruffled Y/N's hair affectionately. 

Jeongyeon - We're a family, kiddo. We stick together through thick and thin.

As the celebration continued, the members shared stories of their own cherished possessions and the sentimental value they held. It was a reminder that even as successful idols, they were still human, with their own vulnerabilities and attachments. TWICE's cutie felt a newfound sense of unity and connection with her fellow members. She had always known they were like sisters, but this experience had deepened their bond. They had witnessed her vulnerable side and had stood by her without judgment or hesitation.

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of Y/N's tantrum and the search for Mr. Bear slowly faded. But the lessons learned and the love shared remained. The J-line continued to shower their little sister with sisterly affection, always there to support her in times of need. Whether it was Momo giving her a warm hug, Sana cracking a joke to make her smile, or Mina offering a listening ear, their presence brought comfort and reassurance. The maknae, in turn, reciprocated their kindness, cherishing each member's individual quirks and strengths. As they embarked on their next tour, she made sure to carry Mr. Bear with her at all times, tucked safely in her bag. The sight of him served as a constant reminder of the J-line's love and support, and it gave her the strength to face any challenges that came her way.

From that day forward, Y/N vowed to cherish not only Mr. Bear but also the bond she shared with the J-line. As they continued their journey together, Y/N knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always have the love and support of her TWICE family. And that made her have only one thought:

I am proud of my dear family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[nyssabare]

Madi Cromwell Sawyer.

I've been waiting a real long time make a post like this, here's my family oc Madi! Her ability, promptly titled "Yee-haw!" Based on her appearance, allows her to throw a lasso that captures victims and drags them to her, stunning them and immediately triggering a grapple she will have a higher advantage in.

As for her story? To put it simply madi grew up in a damaged home that caused her to run away when she was 16, and she found herself on the Sawyer house thinking that it was just a normal place she could stay for the night, but she was so wrong. She was almost killed, but fell down a well where she met Johnny. Seeing her condition, he thought Madi would be an easy kill, but he saw how young she was, and decided to take her in.

Of course her story has more details, and if you would like more let me know! I'm writing voice transcripts for her just for fun, I hope you enjoy!

Interacting with family.

Sees Drayton:

-"Drayton! You've GOT to show me that chili recipie!"

-"use your big ass ears to find them already! Damn!"

-"I cleaned the kitchen real nice for you Dray! Just like you want it!"

-"God really did bless me with this family.. Old man. "

Sees Nancy:

-"Grandma! I'm so sorry gramma! This is all my fault... I-i should never have just stood around! (Crying) "

-"Oh grandma Johnny's hurting me again! I didn't even do anything this time!"

-"Nancy? Nancy! (Relieved groan) Please help me find these kids! I had one earlier.. Lost her though.."

-"Don't think I don't know what you did to my dad gramma. "

Sees Johnny:

-"You gon' hurt me again because of this? It ain't my fault!!"

-"Dad! You're the reason this all happened! Why is it on me?!?"

-"this is all about that Maria girl isn't it!! You have Lori!"

-"you're the one that scarred my face up! Now I match that grease rat over there!"

-"Dad I'm so sorry.... I failed you and everyone here.. (Sobbing)"

Sees Sissy:

-"I heard about you running off. What was that Manson family like?"

-"I don't need the light! Stop bothering me!"

-"quit fuckin singing! I'm trying to be useful!"

-"you're one crazy lady, lady."

Sees Nubbins:

-"thanks for that necklace. I still think your disgusting."

-"take a fuckin shower! You smell horrible!"

-"you're one shifty little son of a gun... "

-"Dad told me you hate me, and the feelings mutual! Fuck you!"

-"that birthmark sure makes you real ugly. And what's with the stutter?"

Sees Bubba:

-"Awww sugar, are you okay? Did your chainsaw get clogged again? Let me help.."

-"for being so scary lookin' you're really soft."

-"BUBBA!!! HIIIIIII!! GET THAT BITCH BOY!"

-"I'm scared I'm gonna mess up..(verge of tears)"

Sees Hands:

-"You big oaf! Move!"

-"You're what? My uncle? My cousin?"

-"take me to one of your drag races! I wanna see!!"

-"Why are you the only one who thought to destroy the objects that get turned on?"

Sees Lori (Girlfriends oc) :

-"Momma! How's your stitches healing?"

-"Oh mom... He won't stop hurting me!"

-"Mom I'm so sorry!! This is my fault.., I brought them here.. (Verge of tears) "

-"We are gonna force Johnny to wear makeup! I know it! "

-"If you see Danny or Leland, tell me! I'll help you get them boys.. "

-"I-I can't do this.. I can't! I'm not like my dad.. This isn't right..(violent sobbing)"

Bonus! Sees Dallas (Madis bf- victim.) :

-"y-you came to find me? No! You need to leave!"

-"NO! NOT YOU! NO NO NO NO..(sobbing)"

-"You need to get out of here. Youre gonna die!"

-"b-babe..?"

Match start intro:

-"they got out? Oh no.. No no no we didn't string them up right!!"

-"Johnny's gonna kill me.. Oh god.. "

-"all my friends..? They're here? Oh no.."

-"I can't kill my friends (sob) "

-"I'll make him proud.."

Feed grandpa:

-"I'm glad you liked me enough to let me stay.. "

-"oh grandpa.. I know I'm your favorite! You let me stay!"

-"drink up, old man. "

-"and here when I first saw you I thought you was a fossil. "

Idle:

-"I can't believe this.. "

-"at least it's easier now.."

-"I knew that girl.. Maria.. She was beautiful."

-"I'm so sorry... You all should never have gone looking for us!.."

-"Y'all are all gonna die a painful death now and it's your fault!!"

-"ugh! I told Johnny it wasn't smart to go fuckin with girls!!"

Enemy attacked:

-"Thisll be easier if you quit yer movin!"

-"I'm so sorry..(sob)"

-"COME HERE WOULD YA!!"

-"Take it!"

Enemy seen:

-"Oh my god.. (Victim name)? "

-"y'all come back now! Thisll be over soon."

-"Hiding won't get you anywhere!"

Enemy lost:

-"NO! You keep runnin!"

-"where did you go... "

-"I'm gonna find youuuu!!"

Encounter start:

-"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!"

-"Get your grimey hands off me (victim name)!!"

-"I'm gonna make ur death miserable!!"

-"ugly little bitch!!"

See blood trail:

-"there's blood over here!! "

-"DAAAAAAD COME HERE! THERE'S BLOOD!"

-"that's a lot of blood.. You're dead aintchya?"

Exit interaction:

-"Ain't nobody make it out alive!!!"

-"there we go! All better."

-"I'm gonna wrangle theese fucks up."

Sees victim escape

-"NO! NO NO NO NO YOU ROTTEN LITTLE SHIT!! I'LL FUCKING CHASE YOU DOWN THE DAMN STREET!! GET BACK HERE!!!"

-"nonononono Johnny's gonna kill me! Theyre all gonna kill me! I'm gonna die I'm gonna die... Fuck fuck fuck maybe I can still get them, yea!"

-"oh shit.. They got out.."

-"damnit. Damnit damnit damnit. THEY GOT LOOSE.. SOMEONE HELP ME GET THEM!!"

I know that ain't everything but I thought you guys would enjoy this! I will definitely post more about her if you guys want me to.