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ryuichirou · 4 months ago

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A lot of replies! A bunch about a Florid Prison Warden AU comic from yesterday, a couple about other fandoms, one about antis, a bunch of shippy stuff (Falena/Leona, Lilia/Silver), some spicy stuff etc.

Anonymous asked:

Prison Warden au is back!

Yes!! After almost a year... I am amazed that so many people remember this AU. Thank you...

Anonymous asked:

How long can Floyd possibly hide Riddle in his cell? Also, how did he knock him out to begin with?

Riddle is currently far away from the prison, he was knocked out pretty much for the entirety of Floyd’s escape and has no idea where he is. He is technically in a cell right now... but in a different kind of cell.

Knocking him out wasn’t that difficult, Floyd just went ahead and squeezed him very tightly~ Until Goldfishie fell asleep...

Anonymous asked:

So what will they do to Riddle now?

Anonymous asked:

So Riddle got kidnapped after Floyd escape? Now I wonder what happened.

Well, for now Riddle will stay at an undisclosed location in the middle of nowhere in some dark room, and Floyd will have to take care of him. How the turns have tabled, eh? Now Goldfishie is the one being locked up <3 These two will have a lot of fun during Riddle’s stay! And Riddle is going to end up being traumatised for sure...

But they probably won’t be able to keep him there forever, so who knows what will happen next?

Anonymous asked:

You have made Sukufushi art before??? Omg why was I not aware of this

Hehe yes!! It was ages ago, but I used to draw these two a lot. We didn’t post the majority of my jjk sketches though because we didn’t really post very often back then + didn’t think anyone really wanted to see them, which was kind of true lol

Anonymous asked:

I'm the one who asked about Bobobo. It's a very silly, nonsensical, random show. An evil empire is trying to make everyone bald and a man fights them with his armpit and nose hair. There's also a guy who fights with farts. It's been awhile since I watched it but I think there were a few serious, dark moments, though most of it's a lead up to a joke. I wondered if you and Katsu would like it cause the reason I watched Gintama was cause it reminded me of it and iirc you've Gintama

Oh god, so it’s this kind of show (in a good way)!

Dark and heavy moments that are a lead up to a joke is honestly one of my favourite ways to treat comedy+drama, this is why we love Gintama so much (and also Osomatsu-san and also South Park lol). Bobobo really does sound like it has this same vibe.

I don’t know if we’ll watch it anytime soon, but I’ll definitely keep it in mind. Thank you, Anon!

Anonymous asked:

Regarding the sneezing HCs, do you think Malleus will spit fire and roast everything in front of him when he sneezes? Bro has pretty bad control over his magic after all LMAO

YES. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD POINT AND I DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.

Hoo boy, just imagine Malleus feeling like he is about to sneeze and Lilia running from the other side of the dorm to grab his nose because he knows it never ends well.

Anonymous asked:

About the response talking about antis, yeah it's hard for me to look for fics and fanart because I'll often run into antis...

I feel like part of it might be that they don't look at who a game is for or what genre it is apart from RPG/visual novel/ect, I don't think they know what joseimuke is (and I'm a still lil confused on the target audience of those as well, but I think it's mainly women with a disposable income?) and they think the target audience's age = casts' age, so since the cast is teens, then it's for teens by their logic...even though shows like South Park exist and I ain't showing that to a young kid.

I'd like to give them the benefit of the doubt that they genuinely think they're helping people/doing good things/ect since a lot of them aren't adults, but I can't. I just can't get that impression from them at all. The "nicest" I can be towards them is that they're young and dumb and will hopefully grow out of it or they need therapy but can't get it for some reason and this a kind of cry for help

Let’s be honest: if they weren’t dicks about it, no one would even care. We all understand that people don’t like some things, and all of us don’t like certain categories of people in our own fandoms, this is just a human experience. Minding your own business is what matters, and this is what they can’t do.

The majority of them are young and dumb, and a lot of them will grow out of it (or switch their aggression elsewhere because they’ll lost interest in fandom stuff) though. Some won’t, but there always are immature people that are much older... this is where they’re coming from lol

Maybe some of them really do believe that they’re doing the right thing and genuinely don’t know better, but I think for a lot of them finding a convincing enough reason to shit on others is the entire point of fandom experience. So even knowing what joseimuke is won’t stop them, only them losing interest and moving away from these spaces will.

All we can do is shrug and wait... and block people left and right lol

Anonymous asked:

What kind of hentais does Idia read or know of? Does he play eroges? If so what kind?

I think Idia knows every single hentai there is, even if he hadn’t read/watched/played all of them. Alright, maybe not every single one, but quite a lot lol But at the same time, he strikes me as someone who would be into it art-wise and would legit watch porn for the plot. So his favourite eroges are the ones with engaging stories and good character writing... I guess asking for that from a hentai game is a tall order, but Idia would argue and rant about some of his favourite titles if he was told “it’s just porn”. It’s not just porn, it’s an entire experience, the buildup that makes the porn good!

I know a part of me wants to say that he would play “oniichan” kinds of games, but I think he would ironically stay away from those... it feels weird to him somehow... too embarrassing.

He also doesn’t mind really fucked up tropes and scenarios. He could look at a tentacle hypnosis scene or a scene where someone is pushing out an alien egg and say “heh classic”. Truly, the greatest enjoyer of art.

Anonymous asked:

Hello! So I’ve been wondering of all the TWST tops, who’s winning the girth-and-length off?

Personally it could go either for Jack, Rook or Sebek. the Octatrio kind of cheats tho? their merform could pull these off easily.

anyway very curious to hear your thoughts!

Anon, this is such a good answer and I agree with you, even though I did write a post about peen sizes at some point, and I had a bit of a different top3 lol

To us, the winner is Lilia both because we are very committed to this joke + apparently for bats dick-to-body proportions are insane, so I guess there is some meat (heh) to this joke after all.

The second one was Floyd, and I still think the Tweels are one of the hugest, but... Jack and Sebek are absolutely up there, and I think they’ll grow bigger and girthier. They’ll become the biggest ones in a year or two.

I agree that Rook is big, but I think Trey is longer than Rook while still being quite girthy.

I am also 100% sure Yana has a list for this that we will never see...

Anonymous asked:

Firstly, I’m new to your blog and I LOVE YOUR ART AND HCS SO MUCH! They’re beautiful and amazing and it’s incredible seeing a blog being so unabashedly problematic with no shame!

That aside, I’m not sure if you ever talked about him before, but what do you think about Falena. Specifically for Falena/Leona?

I’ve seen some works (all super incredible, of course) of Faleleo stuff in Leona’s perspective, so I was wondering how do you think Falena would be like in the situation he’s loving his little brother a bit too much? We all know Leona’s gonna be a tsun about it but what about niisan?

Anon! First of all, welcome and I hope you enjoy your stay. Second of all, thank you so much for appreciating our stuff and being supportive of our self-indulgent selves! lol

We love Falena/Leona in theory; we haven’t dived into them because we haven’t seen much of Falena + don’t care much for Leona. Still, we are 100% supportive of this ship! Every time we rewatch The Lion King, I get more and more into Mufasa/Scar...

Regarding your question, it’s interesting because I think the default really is to think that it’s Leona who is obsessive over Falena, and Falena might not even have a clue about it (or have a clue but still choose to be a proper future king instead of fooling around with Leona). But it’s entirely possible for him to also be very into Leona, it could even be more fun this way.

I feel like Falena has always been an adoring brother and Leona greatly underestimates just how much Falena loves him. Not only he worries about his future and cares about him (that’s a given), he also is genuinely impressed by his wit and intelligence; I wouldn’t be surprised if Falena talks about Leona all the time lol Maybe he gets as excited as Cheka sometimes, which is endearing at first, but then feels like Falena is um... a bit too much into him...

Falena also feels like someone who would rationalise his feeling by thinking that him being a king and having a wife and a son is one thing, but being with Leona is another thing, their private special thing that could actually still improve things for the entire Kingdom: if Leona is by his side and works together with him, they will be unstoppable. This is something that Falena wants the most... even if it’s just a way to justify his desire to have access to Leona (and his body) all the time. He needs to give Leona some attention, right? He wasn’t able to do it lately, right? This has to change.

I also wouldn’t be surprised if they had a bunch of “iffy” moments when they were younger. A sudden closeness during sparring, a hug that lasted longer than anticipated, a bite that was meant to be playfully teasing but ended up being too sensual and dominating. That tension existed for a very long time, and it only gets stronger with time.

Anonymous asked:

God... I am enraptured by Them. Completely obsessed with those first days Lilia started playing with Silver. You think he went slow with touches and inappropriate kisses, or just one day told him they're doing something new and put his whole dick inside him at once??? Silver couldn't have gotten so good at handling anything without trial and error... Have there been times Lilia overestimated him and left him overwhelmed and SOBBING sobbing, like he had to stop immediately or his kid wouldn't be the same person again kind of overwhelmed. Ughhhh I'm obsessed with them and their awful history

Anon, I am so happy you like these two this much. I feel like this awful history is such an obvious but tasty and amazingly working trope for them, it just works.

I guess it’s fair to say that Lilia went slow with his inappropriate behaviour, I honestly think that Silver didn’t even notice the switch, as if it was never there. He’s always been his father’s cute boy. Of course it’s just the way he remembers things... But he does remember the first time he had Lilia’s whole dick inside him!

But also yes, of course there had been a bunch of times when Lilia got too excited and overdid it with Silver. Even though Lilia did try to pace himself, I think he completely broke Silver all over like 10 times; and sometimes he is amazed that he turned out okay with what he went through. But he got better very fast! A miracle of true love <3

#replies #prison warden au #lilisil

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ashenmxs · 12 days ago

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INTRO CUZ YOU NEED TO KNOW WHO I AM🔥‼️

Soo my name is Michael, but you can call me Mike, or call me by my username idrc. My pronouns are he/him and I’m 15 so creeps stay away 🙏. I’m also Honduran but I don’t think anyone cares.

I love drawing (so expects art), I play the Violin and I like to sing. Honestly I’ll use this blog to speak my mind and basically post stuff to the void, so expect anythinggg :3

(ALSO DM ME IF YOU WANNA BE MOOTS/ FRIENDS)

⭐️My interest⭐️

Lord of the flies (strongest currently)

Gravity falls

FNF/ Pico’s school

Stranger things / one wheat mark

Lord of the rings

Demon Slayer

South Park

Harry Potter

Spiderman

Scott Pilgrim

Fnaf

Undertale

Batim

And I can remember anything more 😞. I would also add music stuff but I my music taste is really varied and I have a headache as I write this, so that means stop thinking :p

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Anywaysss, that’s it for rn, maybe I’ll edit this laterrr byeee!!

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deleahtarte · 27 days ago

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omigosh i'm so excited that i finally get to write this; i've been reading your stuff since the very first butters fic you posted but my tumblr email wouldn't verify so i couldn't reach out. anyway i created this new account specifically to tell you how much i LOVE your fics. i'm a freaking english major and you're one of my top 5 writers and one of the writers i admire most. i have notifications on for your blog and get so happy when you post literally anything. i actually barely read other south park fics anymore because you've characterized them all so perfectly that i feel like everyone else is wrong and it makes me mad. i think i've read what's currently available of young god so many times i might have it memorized, but even your kyle and stan fics give me the warm and fuzzies bc they're just so good. ANYWAY! i wanted to ask if you would ever consider writing an omegaverse fic centered on butters & kenny? i would love to see kenny's self-control be pushed to the absolute limit and i feel like this would do it; plus, it would make my boy somehow even softer and more adorable than he already is and my heart might actually explode but i'd die happily. even if that's not something you'd be interested in writing just know that you've stolen a fan's heart FOR LIFE, and as long as you're still writing, i'll be reading. much love <3 :')

Oh my goodness, thank you. Wow. This was, wow!! I can’t tell you how honored I am!! Im so flattered you created this account AND read both of my bunny and style fics. I know a lot of people prefer just one ship and don’t care much about the other, but the fact that you like both and give them both a chance in my writing is beyond amazing!! I am so beyond happy to rank in your favorite writers, and thank you for going through the hassle of creating an account even though it gave you so much trouble. I’ll do my best to make sure I live up to the standards!!

As for your question, it’s an absolute YES!! I gave my omega verse virginity to South Park and I want to go all the way. I’ve thought of various circumstances surrounding those two in a A/B/O universe, but haven’t gotten to work on them yet because I’m so focused on YG. In the future I would absolutely love to make my ideas come to life! Thank you once again for your kind and thoughtful words, I hope you have a great rest your of your day!!

#my heart is so warm from this message oh my god

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iammissingautumn · 2 years ago

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genuine question, in the kindest way possible: why do you like south park? i truly don’t get what the appeal is, especially in a sense of wanting to make fan content for it. i understand that it can be funny to watch sometimes, and i get when people like it casually, but i am continually confused when i see people making fan art and fanfics and intense in depth meta posts about characters and characterization because it’s like. a joke show? it’s all a joke. it’s all satire and inappropriate/sometimes genuinely over the line humor. i don’t understand why there are so many people who seem to resonate with it in such a way, especially because as far as i can tell most of the fandom seems to be very young people - teenagers and young adults. again, i don’t ask this in a mean spirited way or to judge or shame, i just am genuinely baffled every time i see south park content you share and i wanted to ask… what’s up with that? what’s the appeal, for you? why do you think people are so into it in this fandom way? do you think that the fandom is just very divorced from the content itself?

Oooo thank you so much lovely follower. This is an amazing ask. And if you’d want the answer I’ll give!!! And there’s a TL;DR at the end of this :>

Why do (you) so many people like South Park?

(C.W. for south park typical stuff, mentions of abuse and s/a in many forms and serious topics.)

1. What’s the appeal for you?

I got into the South Park fandom at the age of probably ten or so. Eight years ago. How did I get into it? Uhhhh I watched the series rarely as a younger kid. What made me want to get into fandom? To tell the truth it was Stick of Truth. That was South Park’s first video game where you are put into the town and play along side the kid. South Park was the first fictional series I ever got into. Before that I had been a youtube shipper (Septiplier). And then I saw South Park. To be fair, I saw Kenny. Early memories of South Park is fanfiction and pinterest art and playing hours on hours of Stick of Truth, and later the next game.

What did I see in Kenny McCormick? He was a poor kid, who died everyday, with parents who fought physically and verbally. He was the fourth wheel in a best friends/obsession dynamic of his close friends. Pretend this isn’t a comedy. Pretend this isn’t some silly show. It’s a boy who can barely have enough money to eat. He had a younger sister he was willing to sacrifice anything for. And an older brother who never said much without a slur to his words. Without saying too much about my life on main I had a lot of reasons to identify with that. This is a house that many people can identify with, drunks as parents and kids who have to take care of themselves. On top of this he’s Princess Kenny :) Get’s treated as a girl in a roleplaying context and loves it. She’s a great princess. My interest in Kenny then went to Bunny (Ship of Kenny McCormick and Butters Stotch).

What is there to see in Butters Stotch? He’s a boy being dragged into sexist, racist, and homophobic talk. We quite literally throughout the series see him become more and more mean. How does a nine year old boy get dragged through those things? His parents are incredibly abusive, often grounding him for things he didn’t do and finding any excuse to blame anything for. He believes he’s at fault for everything he’s in trouble for. The only friend he eventually gains is a boy who uses him for schemes and tried to kill him at least once. The other person he considers to be a friend doesn’t speak or lead. He finds someone who sticks with him and isn’t a hypocrite and sticks to him no matter the pain he’s put through. He also want made for conflict and enjoys femininity. This will be talked more about later, but I assume you can make some assumptions as to why a ten year old could like the stuff shown here. Then again the next list will be why I like it as well. But Kenny and Butters were my start. They’re on of the most popular ships in fandom. So there’s a lot of content.

2. Why is this a popular fandom?

It’s like. Have you ever been neurodivergent? Have you ever been gay? Have you ever been trans? Have you ever been abused? Have you grown up in a simple U.S. town?Have you ever accidentally become codepdent to your childhood friend as a child? Have you ever been born into a situation that hurts you for years but you’re a child you don’t know what to do? Have you ever been a child and all the adults are so stupid and they’re supposed to be protecting you?

Have you ever been all of those things or some of those things and wondered. Holy Fuck. How am I going to handle this all? I hope I don’t need to explain how or why some people would feel these things and how they would use South Park to express these feelings. (Relatability.)

(Age.) A big criticism I’ve heard is. Oh no. They’re Ageing Up These Characters To Have Sex. It’s a very weird assumption and very strange to assume that people would only care about themes of childhood, being a son, or growing up if it’s about sex. Aging up the characters often has to do with wanting to give them maturity and time to learn. You have access to kids still forming their brains, you have access to 50 year old adults who are still growing and dealing with their current problems. High schoolers going to teen parties for the first time and drinking and smoking. College kids going to parties for the first time drinking and smoking making steps to join their profession and figuring out what they want from live and having the freedom of life or being trapped by family expectations.

Infinite scenarios. The amazing thing about South Park is you have at least ten characters to make whatever drama you want with at a time. You can make an ensemble piece of friend groups full of years of love and hate or a focus on one characters inner turmoil. You can make them into fucked up adults with complicated feelings, a gay man who’s never accepted himself sees his childhood best friend and Understands. The kid being drugged secretly by his parents dies of overdose and now everyone has to deal with that and the feelings towards the person. It’s winter and there’s too many holes in kenny’s house so he asks to stay over at someone else’s by knocking on a window and sneaking in. On top of this for many seasons one of South Park’s things is they would make fun of specific movie concepts that have been run into the ground by putting the kids in it. Losing Edge, Stanley’s Cup, and Up the Down Steroid are great examples of this.

People love to take the absurd seriously. I don’t think I can explain how people who see something silly and take it seriously do it. If you don’t see the appeal that’s really fair. But when Kenny Dies plays and we see Kyle Stan and Eric deal with death in their own ways. We see their differences highlighted. As we watch The Passion of the Jew we see this internalized anti antisemitism, that many people who have the same thing or something similar like internalized racism, homophobia, transphobia, ablism, etc. see reflected on the screen in this surprisingly real way.

A lot of content. There are 26 years of seasons in this show. That’s a lot of content, but genuinely a lot of people don’t watch even half that shit. Majority of the time I’ve spent being invested in South Park I had only seen a few dozen episodes. There are two full videos games with extra content and a phone game. A movie as well. A lot of content you can pick and choose from! A lot of small moments to hang on to. (I.e. Good Times With Weapons Butters get his eye hurt, fandom draws him with a scar more often then not. Eric got Kenny’s eye as a transplant after Kenny died one time. Kyle is said to have the same nose as his mom; hooked.) these build the fandom, but everyone has always embraced those who reject and those who accept canon. There’s so many different things to sink ur teeth into, including serious AU’s of the canonical fantasy and superhero games the characters play together.

But once again I’ll harp on this. I think what brings people to this show is seeing damaged things and giving them the chance to heal. Or giving them things to make their damage a bit easier. Or maybe damaging them more. Standard exploring relationships and feelings. But on top of this we see character who have been sexually assaulted, groomed, abused, neglected. While also the show gives very liberal takes and knows how fucked up these situations are. That’s apart of the comedy (Tsst. Where we see Liane Cartman take away the chance for Eric Cartman to become more respectable and less bigoted and everything because she wants someone to hang out with her.). There’s always something enthralling about seeing yourself on the big screen, and seeing my friends right there too etc. (Relatability, again.)

Simple designs. A child could make the cardboard cutouts that we see the characters as. That’s motivating! What’s also motivating? Giving these characters with specific color schemes a full face body and wardrobe of clothes ! Oh so that means I can make my favorite superhero team Coon and Friends all hanging out together? So that means I can draw something about Kenny dying? So I can make them play dsi’s together? There’s a lot of one off concepts we get that are very cool and some people love to reimagine them in their own style. Others love to make the setting more fantastical like Princess Kenny in the rose garden during the Black Friday Trilogy. You can make them anything!

Sand box! We have set up friend groups, conflicts from twenty years ago, and a mayor of the township! We have the entire map laid out in front of us and more from every episode’s location that hasn’t been included. We have the local coffee shop and the local movie theater. We have a whole city! We have canonical neighbors and stores and everything! Where would you like to start? We have it all.

Taking things “Seriously”. Most importantly, South Park wants to be take seriously. SP doesn’t work without being able to take it seriously. The comedy in Passion of the Jew doesn’t work unless you sympathize with Kyle. I laughed at the obliviousness of the adults as Cartman formed his group and then a pit grew in my stomach as I saw Kyle and them about to crash. The comedy in World Wide Record Concert doesn’t work if you don’t know that Mr Garrison feels bad for a very dumb reason !!!! But that episode is genuinely one of the funniest to me. South Park did not make it a character trait that Mr Garrison is gay for all those early seasons just for us to not notice. And more importantly he feels like a very very ignorant gay man in those seasons, but he feels genuinely gay. As Kenny Dies it asks you to take this seriously, and we watch in Coon Vs. Coon & Friends and are asked for it to be taken seriously as Kenny describes the many deaths he’s faced. This show quickly shows how absurdist and crazy it is in most if not all episodes it has yet it still cares to ask you to take things seriously, to sympathize, empathize with these characters. It tells you to laugh at Kenny’s deaths and then it has the audacity to tell you he remembers Every Single One and is reborn every time, and that Cartman always knows and they never talk about it. They never mention it more then once. They lull us into personal moments and then never bring it up again. The fandom is built around these one off moments, these things the creators didn’t think too much about. These characters have such strong personalities and back bones that have existed for YEARS. Stuff set up and shown in the first five seasons makes sense to the characters of today. The character consistency goes rlly hard for a 25 year old show that only stops itself for exploring character because they know they’re there to be funny and not serious. It’s crazy and amazing and we want the serious shit!

History. South Park history is crazy, what’s ever crazier? Fandom history. The shows history doesn’t matter too much (except that time Matt and Trey went to The Oscars for sp while on LSD) but the fandom history is legendary. The development of fandom, the fandom blorbo of the time, the Stan and Wendy baby guy. It’s really neat. We have a steep history with artists that have come and gone in a very unique way because of how tumblr’s algorithm is set up. South Park’s fandom existed before most popular social media sites. And while this allows you to put the character in Any decade it also lets you see how old some of those ff.net fics are. The fanart on tumblr can easily be a decade old if you look at the right blog. A deactivated user behind it. Ships that have come and gone, we’ve been here this whole time !!!! I love hearing about different sites issues and problems. And also the beloved stuff that has happened here. Some people weren’t here before Creek was canon, some people came in with a canonical gay couple amongst the kids as just an average background thing.

So those are some reasons. The most important ones that I think most south park fan in the fandom. will list at least one of when being asked Why. I value all of these things heavily. You also meet some really great people with mostly solid opinions ! It’s great ! Genuinely a really understanding and accepting place with unique stories from anyone you meet.

3. Do you think that the fandom is divorced from the canonical content?

Off the rip I would say no. But it’s complicated. To those who have seen all or most of the show I’d say; We’re pretty connected. I think the majority of us are just smart enough to understand that Cartman is a bad person on purpose. A lot of this has to do with he’s something the creators use. He’s an archetype of the worst person and is the only character imo that gets pulled ooc in order to do What The Plot Needs. But majority of the fandom is gonna give Kyle curly hair, green eyes and he’ll love to study with some side sports interest. We have a lot of continuity in many ways.

That being said there’s MANY people who have seen Five episodes and read the wiki and maybe play the game(s?). And they treat the show the same as those who have seen it more. Those who have not seen the show might be a bit more outspoken about how it’s Bad or Wrong when they haven’t seen it and I usually don’t trust those people. Hence why I’m watching the entire show rn on my own, to get my own opinion. Those people who haven’t seen shit are also probably connected mainly to a duo or one character. Popular examples of this are Creek (Craig x Tweek) and Bunny (Kenny x Butters). There’s non watchers in the Style (Stan Marsh x Kyle Broflovski) and Kyman (Cartman x Kyle) community but less so from what I’ve seen.

But we’re looking at this show in a different genre. Many of us act like we’re creating CW Shows except Better. Many of us lean into drama and tragedy. Others are in it for the sillies. Majority of people know what’s bad in this show, some people are sometimes so hurt or misguided that they think Cartman is the only evil and never want to see him. Other times ppl are just uncomfortable with him (Like I’ve spent the majority of my time here being). There’s a scale! I think it’s important to realize what is wrong with the show in your own way, and I think the show gets demonized for its effects on main stream media and boys who couldn’t grow a spine for themselves so took Cartman’s personality. It’s pretty apparent that Matt and Trey are very liberal they just thought “making fun” of everyone “equally” was right which got some bad apples. No one likes season 9 episode 1. Not a soul. Tbh most of the drama doesn’t relate to bigotry, though enough does that it matters. And if you aren’t interested in exploring how bigotry effects ppl I’m not sure why you would be interested in South Park.

Like yeah Matt and Trey haven’t thought about Marjorine more than once, but everyone saw a boy being accepted and cared for and enjoying himself seen as a girl more than ever before. And Matt and Trey aren’t gonna give these kids real mental illnesses when we see the symptoms clear as day (price of making characters “unique”). We’re playing a different game then they are, so yeah we’re disconnected in some ways. But we’re very connected in others. We don’t let all 25 seasons go to waste.

And what has my opinion been from watching the show so far? Well I’m on season 11 and so far it’s not as bad as I expected. I agree with a lot of their messages and the stuff that’s obviously just. terrible isn’t as common as I thought it would be? Again, s9 e1 is the worst of it, and you phrased it really well when saying it’s mainly inappropriate humor that often goes over the line. They’re very liberal though, I mean they introduce a gay character in the first episode and in the 90’s teach a kid gay is chill. There are episodes I dislike or just get bored by, but most of what I’ve gotten through which is getting closer to half of the show runs from decent to surprisingly well made (pick any s8 ep tbh. oops all bangers). Mattrey aren’t me, and I’m here to develop the characters, they’re there to develop a comedy. we are not the same but we appreciate each other even tho we probably squint and think the other is more in the wrong then ourselves. But we enjoy each other occasionally.

EDIT: I meant to put this originally but not everyone here is a young adult. I’ve seen 11 year old fans I’ve seen 50 year old fans. we have a lot of diversity in stuff like that. I think young adults had a wave of coming into the fandom because creek became canon which gave the show credit for showing how good it can be at times. Every one of my south park friends are at least two years older then me. That being said I joined a discord that I hadn’t realized was for minors and saw the swath of young ages we get. a lot of us have a decade between each other, but even more of us are in that 17-25 range. I think it’s just more common for young adults to get into it since we have the freedom to watch whatever we want and it’s a household name some may have been restricted to. Then again I joined this when I was 10 as well so like. i may be a bit warped. either way this shows rlly has smth for everyone.

Oh wait! Oh no!!! TL;DR: South Park is a show that’s important to me and others for a lot of reasons. Nothing butters me up like seeing people in broken worlds be able to put it together again in the future, or to be torn apart idk it depends. Other reasons to like the show are: Relatability, they can be literally any age, Infinite scenarios, People love to take the absurd seriously, A lot of content, Relatability; again, simple designs, the setting is a sandbox, creators kinda want us to take this seriously, and a lot of fandom history! And probably more. We’re not that disconnected from the series itself but everyone is pretty aware how problematic it is and many disconnect entirely from the series. Other choose to embrace it to Fix Them. Ppl love to do a lot.

#anon #asks #i assume ur a follower bc i’m not sure how else u’d find this place #btw rlly funny if u r a follower and have been following for the last few months like i’ve been deep in it #Kenny and a butters metapost???#mod caden #south park #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #etc etc #sp creek #sp style #sp bunny #south park meta #meta

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billygoat26 · 1 year ago

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ABOUT ME!!

NOTE: Anything I say that has to do with politics or shit like that is likely to not be entirely true, so if you see that I have said something that is incorrect, PLEASE TELL ME! (Preferably in a nice way? If it’s in a rude way chances are I’ll not accept it as easily.) That said, I try to keep my own political thoughts off of here and reserve that for my Twitter account /@BillyGOAT226.)

Helloooo everybody and welcome back to my Youtu-

Just kiddiiiiing!

As I’m sure you’ve gathered, I am a person who likes to joke around a lot. I also tend to type/write a lot, so instead of making you guys suffer with a whole essay about me, let’s break it all down!

Name/Nickname: BillyGOAT (Elsewhere you might see me as CallMeToes or StillToes. The nickname originated from auto correct, to put it shortly)

Other Accounts: @horrorrrrrrr @vox-does-shit @the-short-king-of-hell-himself

Birthday: February 26th

Fandoms I’m in: Undertale/Underverse, Gravity Falls, TOH (The Owl House), anything to do with Marvel is awesome, Spiderverse (does that count as Marvel anymore?) Honkai: Star Rail, Helluva boss, Hazbin Hotel, The Amazing Digital Circus, Eddsworld, South Park, Sherlock (BBC version), Wuthering Waves, MHA, Ramshackle, SMG4 stuff (mostly Puzzlevision/anything to do with Mr Puzzles), JJK… (This list CAN and probably WILL grow as I either join more or think of more)

What do I do here: Art. Plain and simple. Though there may be some random things I post that have nothing to do with art, I’ll mostly be posting art stuff (Edit: Oh past me, how silly you were... Now I mostly reblog stuff and sometimes rant)

More about me: Jokester, I play the viola, singing is fun when I’m alone lol, I have two cats (Maui and Loki)

I'm currently working on an AU of my own for Undertale called Ambertale. Character designs are a WIP, and once I figure all that out then I’ll work on an official comic! Just… don’t expect it too soon, life is being life and free time is on vacation lately. (Edit: So the comic has just been sitting in my iPad for ages now and I don't wanna continue it right now- might continue it when school decides to not school or when it's summer break. For now, no comic.)

With that, have fun staring at all my random posts!

Tags:

#ambertale reblogs

#ambertale lore

#ambertale side comic

#ambertale asks

#ambertale holidays

#ambertale sans lore

(anything that has to do with amber sans [example: #ambertale sans, #amber!sans, etc.])

#amber sans guide

#Billygoat talks

#ambertale fanart

#antics of billygoat and killer

#incorrect quotes / #incorrect utmv quotes

#politics

(Eventually there will be a comic tag that will be #ambertale comic)

Ambertale Character Designs:

Ambertale Papyrus by rurunyaa

Ambertale Sans by me

Asher reference sheet in progress (I think- updated version anyways)

Ambertale: A Day in the Life of Sans:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (coming soon)

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alaskan-wallflower · 8 months ago

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stop using kyle as leeway to talk politics. i know ive talked about this before but shit on this site just gets worse and worse. stop using him as a gateway for your political beliefs on the israel/palestine conflict. it doesn’t prove your point. targeting a fictional jewish 9 year old isn’t gonna make the war end so you might as well stop hurting actual people with your bigotry and go to twitter or something if you want to debate politics.

your posts and fanart using kyle as a mask for your opinions isn’t going to get the israeli government to be like “oh y’know what we should do? we should stop because this person on fucking tumblr says so’ like it’s not helping anybody. it’s hurting actual jewish people from what i can tell. send me all the anon hate you want. i don’t care. i can take it. but i’m sick of seeing this shit.

another thing i have a problem with is the fact that this fandom so desperately claims not to want tratt to make an episode based around this conflict, but i know that if they were to make an episode and didn’t portray israelis in the worst light imaginable this fandom will go ballistic because ‘it’s offensive to the palestinians’.

i’ll say this once and i’ll say it again. i absolutely do not under any circumstances support what israel is doing. i think that what is going on there is absolutely disgusting and words cannot comprehend how vile this situation is. however, you also can’t just look at what you want to look at. there is a lot of history between the two, stuff i am not yet qualified to talk about because i don’t feel like i know enough about it to say what i want to say. you also cannot just overlook october 7th. you cannot ignore what the people in israel went through as well.

with that little disclaimer out of the way, back to the topic at hand. south park has made so many offensive jokes. jokes about the holocaust, about sexual abuse, about political issues outside of this. and yet nobody cared. but i can absolutely tell that yall will go absolutely ballistic if tratt were to make an episode that didn’t show the israelis in the worst light they can. so why only care now? why isn’t anyone angry about the past jokes they’ve made? why isn’t anyone upset about that, but the moment anyone in this fandom talks about israel/palestine it’s always ‘censor israel because israel is bad and leave palestine because palestine is good’. like if we’re going by that logic why does nobody censor russia when they’re talking about it? (from what i can tell) why does nobody censor one side when talking about american politics? why is it just this one single conflict that people are so up in arms about censoring one party and not the other?

i do agree that a south park israel/palestine episode would be in horrible, horrible taste. i’m not saying like ‘oh let tratt make that happen because it would be funny’ no. it wouldn’t be funny. that’s absolutely not the case. however, if you guys are going to rant about why tratt airing a south park episode is bad, why do you turn around and ignore the fact that this fandom is actively making fanart and fanfics so they can talk about their political stances while using kyle as a puppet for said viewings?

i guess what i’m asking si where is the line. because form what i can gather, this fandom thinks it’s okay for people to make the most disgusting fanfics and fanart of kyle, tokenizing him and marginalizing him, but the moment someone mentions tratt making an episode it’s suddenly too far? in what world does that make sense? because i know yall don’t do your research beforehand. you just hear what you want to hear and say what you want to say. but the minute someone counters you with actual evidence you freak out. why is that?

(and again. i’m saying this now so i don’t get anyone thinking i don’t support free palestine. what is happening in palestine is vile and disgusting. it’s awful that this is happening, and i have been doing what i can to help out in the means of fundraisers and raising money. i don’t support what israel is currently doing. but i also don’t support october 7th, and i don’t condone the people who claim that people outside of the israeli government have anything to do with what israel is choosing to do just because they’re from israel or they are jewish. i am very anti genocide on both sides, obviously. and i do support free palestine whole heartedly. this post is simply made for the fandom because i’m so sick of seeing people get driven out of the fandom because of the way the fandom treats people like them. this goes for any fandom. not just south park, even though this is basically me ranting about that specific fandom.)

#south park #skipper speaks #kyle broflovski #israel #palestine #politics #(feel free to block the politics tag if it bothers you/you don’t want to look at stuff like this)#i feel like i should put a tw but i don’t know what it would be for

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milkywayagere · 3 months ago

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Intro post!!

About me (general)

Hi my name is Alex and I’m a sfw age regressor!

My big age is 18 and my lil age is around 3-5!

My pronouns are he/him and I’m a bisexual trans boy!

I am neurodivergent (audhd) and also have an anxiety disorder & cptsd.

I regress mainly due to my conditions and because of how difficult I find the world due to them, but also because of childhood trauma. Although, I don’t always regress due to negative emotions, sometimes it’s just because I find it easier to relax/express positive emotions when in a younger headspace.

At the moment, irl, my sister and my mum know about my age regression.

I am currently a student in year 13 (behind a year cause of mental health stuffs) & I’m hoping to go to uni to do Forensic Anthropology!! (LIKE IN BONES!!!)

If you could, especially when making jokes, pls use tone tags with me cause I don’t want to take anything the wrong way =)

About me (things I enjoy/interact with)

I have a lot of interests, but you’ll be able to tell when I’m hyperfixating on one of them =)

The list, in no specific order btw, :

* Adventure Time

* Ninjago

* The Emperor’s New Groove / School

* Futurama

* South Park

* Bones

* IT

* Back To The Future

* Hello Kitty

* Space (just any space stuff in general)

* Cows!! (My fav animal)

* Art!!

* Neurodivergent posts!

(Probably more things too but I can’t think)

DNI list:

- any sort of nsfw (ageplay, petplay, abdl, ect, ect)

- anyone over 25

- anyone under 15

- anyone that is mean basically

Things I’ll post:

Agere fics/headcanons for my fandoms!

- My AO3 user is the same as my tumblr, feel free to go check it out here!

- Please send asks!! I’ll be very excited to write requests!

Reblogging agere/fandom/autism posts!

Occasionally I may post some of my art too!

Request info:

- Send requests for fics and/or headcanons in my asks or in the comments of my fics on a03. As long as they are completely 100% sfw, I am open to writing pretty much anything!

Pending requests = 1

#agere #sfw little post #sfw little community #agere toys #agere little #sfw agere #safe agere #agere community #agere blog #age regressor #intro post #introductory post #introducing myself #pinned intro

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multifanlol · 2 years ago

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Hey! So i wanted to start writing character x reader stuff so, feel free to request, (I’m so bad at this help-) I’m guessing first i should write the fandoms I’ll write for/characters i will and won’t write for etc, so yeah-

Danganronpa

All students from trigger happy havoc platonically and romantically (excluding Junko Enoshima unless your some sort of mastermind like her)

All students from goodbye despair platonically and romantically + Monomi platonically only

All students from V3 platonically and romantically excluding Tsumugi again like Junko if your some sort of villain like her

Ultra Despair Girls

Komaru Naegi (Platonically and Romantically)

Yuta Asahina (Platonically and romantically)

Warriors of hope (Mainly platonic although I’ll only do romantic with them aged up)

Monaca Towa (Although i should be putting her in the category with Junko and Tsumugi i still really wanna write her lol mainly platonic though)

Characters i won’t write for in Danganronpa

Haji Towa

Monokuma (unless it’s some sort of funny platonic oneshot or something nothing serious though)

Monocubs

South Park

Characters I’ll write for

Adults (I’m okay with writing for most of the main adults like Randy, Sharon Gerald romantically and platonically etc…)

Most of the kids (I mainly prefer platonic like the WOH although I will do romantic but would prefer aging them up would prefer writing there post covid ones more although i will write them that age more reluctantly though)

Now that i have that clear the characters in specific I’ll write for are probably

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Eric Cartman (Reluctantly)

Kenny Mcormick

“Mysterion” (just forget that isn’t Kenny lol)

Butters Scotch

Goth Kids (only platonic for Firkle)

Randy Marsh

Sharon Marsh

Craigs gang + Tweek

Main girls (Wendy,Bebe,Heidi,Nicole….)

Most of the parents

Teen characters (Shelly Marsh, Kevin Mcormick, Scott Tenorman…..)

Characters i won’t write

Ike (would prefer doing platonic and writing romantic stuff for post covid him since he’s like 3)

Firkle except platonic stuff

Amphibia

Characters i will write for

Anne Boonchuy (platonic and romantic)

Sasha Waybright (Romantic and platonic)

Marcy Wu (Romantic and platonic)

The planters (Platonic only)

Darcy (Romantic and platonic forgetting the core controls her and focusing on Marcy lol)

Pretty much I’ll do platonic for all the other frogs and only platonic since i feel uncomfortable kinda writing non human readers

Total Drama

Characters I’ll write for

All romantic and platonic (well excluding the tennis rivals unless platonic

Characters i won’t write for

Romantic for any of the frogs

What i will write in general

Male, female and gender neutral readers all are good here!

Male reader x male character/gender neutral x female character etc

Reader acting like a character as an example gender neutral reader! Acting Like Makoto Naegi from Danganronpa to (insert character)

I can go up to four characters at the moment at best I’ll add it up when i feel more comfortable doing more then four

Fluff, wholesome stuff etc

Angst but only reluctantly because i suck at them i feel like i wouldn’t make it serious so only if you really want one but i warn you

Platonic and romantic i think yk

I write parental f/o stuff or sibling f/os etc…..

I can write ocs and self inserts but I’d need important details

Stuff like kissing, etc I feel like I’m gonna suck at it but cringe culture is dead right-

Yandere stuff if yk yk

What i won’t write

Smut or lemons (I don’t mind it but i can’t write stuff like that because it comes out SO BAD I can’t even-)

Non consenting stuff, harassment, abuse, pedophilia etc (if yk yk….)

So that’s it for now i think I’m in other fandoms but there the main ones I’ll write for now sooo…..

#character x reader #south park #danganronpa #amphibia #south park x reader #danganronpa x reader #amphibia x reader #kokichi oma x reader #nagito komeada x reader #Darcy Wu x reader #stan marsh x reader #Kyle Brovlofski x reader #Calamity trio x reader #total drama #total drama 2023 #total drama Duncan x reader #total drama Mike x reader #total drama Mike + alters x reader #total drama Courtney x reader

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uncreativeuser27 · 1 year ago

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Hello! I haven’t posted anything for…a while now lmao but I HAVE been drawing. So, allow me to dump all my art in this post so I can disappear off the face of the Earth again because composing a good post is too much effort for my pathetic brain to handle /hj

I’ll try to put them in order of when they were made, but I’ll also group them into categories. The date as well as my signature can be found on all of the drawings (if you care lol)

This is a drawing I did for a friend of mine. It’s his original character, Mad Snake. Normally, I don’t like taking requests, but I genuinely enjoyed drawing this guy, so I didn’t mind it. He was a step out of my comfort zone, and I liked how he turned out!

Now, the Jaiden pieces! The first one was my idea that Jaiden started performing for Las Casualonas (but, like, as a singer or stage personality. She never actually did anything spicy). I also thought she and Melissa could have a really funny dynamic. Like some sort of rivalry for the audience’s attention/love.

The second picture, as it obviously states, is what I headcannon Jaiden looks like working for the federation. I had fun with her scythe (and if you pay close attention, you can see a little something in the reflection:])

And the third one is of Jaiden stretching w/ her wings. It’s also the most recent of this entire batch. Basically, I finally came up with a way that I liked to draw wings and had a sketch in my sketchbook of that pose, so I drew Jaiden. Her shirt intentionally comes down low in the back to make space for the wings, and her hands are out of frame because I didn’t want to draw them. Also, that one only took me about 2 and a half hours, where most of the other took from 6-8 hours, so…lol

The next pieces are an original work from 8th grade an the redraw two years later. It was an assignment that we had to read a novel and then make a trailer for it. I asked to make a drawing instead, and thus, this creation was born.

I changed a little bit, like putting two of the characters in the trees instead of a fading color behind them. Overall, they both took me three days and I’m really happy about how the redraw turned out.

This is Imp. Yes, he looks like SomethingElseYT, but I don’t care. I love him, and I was already attatched when I realized. I made a whole spread in my sketchbook for him (I ran out of images, so I didn’t include it here. Maybe another day) Also he serves no purpose other than being something I can doodle on random things and places. He doesn’t even have hands

This next one is a self-portrait in an outfit that I really liked! The original had my full name, but I blurred it for the sake of not wanting my full name on the internet (I’ve probably screwed up somewhere, but at least I’m trying :’)

And this last one is meant to be part of a collection, but I only made for Kenny. I want to draw all of the main four in South Park as teens, but I haven’t been able to think of poses and stuff for the others. It willl happen one day, but for now have this I guess

So, yeah. That was all the art that I wanted to share but haven’t had the motivation to actually put together posts for all of them. Hope you enjoyed my little display lmao

You probably won’t see for the next, like, couple of months because I’m really bad at posting. So, take this as my going away gift :D

#fanart #jaiden animations #qsmp #qsmp jaiden #roier #kenny mccormick #digital art #South Park #art dump #literally #artwork #artists on tumblr #original art #I can’t think of anymore tags #:)

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willowisapillow · 10 months ago

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📚🌹 There Must Be More Than This Provincial Life 🌹📚

Happy (late) Love Day, everyone! Still don’t like the holiday, but I thought I would post something to keep y’all updated. So sorry if I’m posting as much, I’m definitely not planning on leaving this platform anytime soon at all, it’s just that I’m super lazy and a bit burned out from drawing way too much stuff. I don’t have fanart specifically themed around V-Day done just yet, but I’ll post it later on in the future.

And hey, the whole plot of Beauty and the Beast involves romance and a rose, so that has to count for something.

Last time I drew Wendy as Snow White, now I’m back once again with more South Park x Disney cringe. This time it’s another one of my favorite ladies, Sharon, dressed up as Belle.

Both ladies are brunettes who enjoy reading, and while they are generally friendly motherly figures, both have a backbone and will call out people on their bs, and don’t tolerate being treated like garbage. Also, both their mans wear blue and are… a bit unhinged to put it nicely lol

Again, like with my Wendy Snow White picture, I heavily based Belle’s dress design on a Beauty and the Beast-themed Barbie doll from the late 90s. I wasn’t able to add in all of the details from the doll like the ruffles on her sleeves, but I felt like I did a decent job with the dress. I think the little rose accessory in her hair really completes this piece, imo 🌹💕

That’s all that I have for now. Hope you guys have a great day or night, and make sure to stay safe out there.

#south park #south park fanart #south park art #sharon marsh #sharon #beauty and the beast #disney beauty and the beast #belle #belle beauty and the beast #princess belle #disney princess #disney princess fanart #crackhead crossover #disney crossover #crossover fanart #cartoon fanart #yas queen

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thattheater-kid · 2 months ago

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Systober Oct. 1-5

We’re a little late, and we don’t really draw much but I decided I want to do this anyway, so I’ll be talking about whoever fits each prompt. I’ll be doing two make-up posts, one for October 1-5 and another for October 6-10, then we’ll try and keep up daily. Eventually I might update this with drawings of each alter described.

Oct. 1: Principal Host

I guess that would be me, Kenny? Riley’s a cohost but she doesn’t front as much as I do, so I’m the main host.

So I guess, hi. I’m Kenny, I’m a fictive of Kenny from South Park. I’m 10 years old (bodily 21 days from 18 as of the day I’m writing this, October 9th). I don’t really have much to say. I like music, any kind pretty much, and in my free time I like to make bracelets. I also like to color. I have blond hair and blue eyes, and I’m pretty short, mostly because I’m 10.

Oct. 2: Principal Protector

Our only real “protector” is Rose I think. We don’t have a lot of alters with defined roles, so a lot of alters do protector things, but have other things they do too. Rose is one of our only purely protector alters. She split sometime last year. She’s a TMNT fictive, she’s 13-16 years old (age slider), and in the past she’s been extremely aggressive. She’s Donnie’s older sister (Donnie is another TMNT fictive), and most of her aggression came from believing her little brother was in danger when he was host. She was angry about what was happening at the time, the way her brother’s mental state and mental health had been impacted.

Anything she perceived as a direct threat to her brother’s physical or mental safety became a target of her aggression. This included friends, as she attempted to get into physical altercations with our friends on multiple occasions. This also included other alters, she had to be held back from fighting Lucy (a primary gatekeeper) because Lucy kept making Donnie cry. She’s primarily his protector, but since he’s not host now, she also takes the role of primary system protector.

Jason is another one who could be considered a protector. He’s a Heroes of Olympus fictive who has threatened many, including our parents, in an effort to protect us from harm. He’s 17, has been seventeen, and is one of the oldest alters still here (split in 5th grade).

Oct 3: Principal Persecutor

We don’t really have a lot of persecutors either. I guess you could consider Rose a persecutor-protector. I suppose Lucy is also technically a persecutor, since targeting a 12 year old and making his life so miserable that he wanted to end it is pretty persecutory behavior, so I’ll talk a little about Lucy.

Lucy is another one of the oldest alters still around in terms of when she split. She’s between the ages of 14-19 (every time we ask her it changes), and she split sometime in the seventh grade and we’re currently in our first year of college, so she’s been around for a while along with her twin brother Jamie. She’s seen a lot of stuff in the last 6 ish years, and she’s a very tough, no-nonsense type of girl. She doesn’t attack everyone, she only had specific hate for Donnie, but I still consider it persecutory behavior because of how poorly she treated him and how it affected him. However, she’s always been very tough and strict, and if you do something she doesn’t agree with, she’ll let you know. She does stuff like tell me to eat my vegetables and do my homework.

Oct. 4: Principal Gatekeeper

I’m starting to realize that in all of our three digit number of alters, we have like six who actually do shit, because I’m giving this one again to Lucy. I guess her brother Jamie is also kind of a gatekeeper, and then we do have Riley, so I’ll talk about Jamie and Riley.

Whatever you’re imagining for Lucy after how I described her, Jamie is the exact opposite. He’s a fun, laid-back guy who doesn’t care much about what you do as long as it isn’t dangerous. He’s a gatekeeper, but as long as you aren’t going to do anything dangerous, he’ll let you go. However, if he does say no, for whatever reason, and someone directly disobeys him, they’ll very likely have hell to pay for it, because if he gets angry he’s worse than his sister. His responsibilities don’t lie much in gatekeeping front, though that is an aspect of what he does. He primarily gatekeeps memories, and he guards those with his life. If he says no to accessing a memory, the answer is no. There’s no getting around him. The only one in the system who knows more than him is Riley, because it’s hard to know as much as someone who knows everything.

Riley is our most knowledgeable and powerful gatekeeper, despite being nine years old. She knows absolutely everything. You can’t get anything past her because she knows. She’s also extremely good at reading people, so if you’re lying to her, she’ll know it. She has access to memories even Jamie and Lucy can’t access. She doesn’t speak at all. She’s completely mute. She doesn’t tell people she knows things, but they know she knows. Everything that happens in the system is known and recorded by her. She knows when alters split, and she has been asked to help hide them, which she does willingly because there’s little fun to be had for her outside of causing chaos. I would describe her, in DND alignment terms, as chaotic good. She causes chaos, but she’s not bad.

Oct. 5: A Random Holder

I’m not sure exactly what this means, if it’s skill holder, trauma holder, memory holder, or symptom holder.

We have a few symptom holders, especially for autism, which is how we all get different scores on those online tests.

Taylor is a symptom holder for autism. He’s a very recent split. He holds most, if not all of our special interests, and he will let you know that. He will talk at you for HOURS. He’ll start talking about things he enjoys, and just never stop speaking.

Riley and Jamie are memory holders I guess. They know and remember pretty much everything, including trauma and stuff the rest of us shouldn’t remember.

#did system #plural #plurality #actually plural #system things #actually did #plural system #dissociative system #systober #systober 2024

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sarasilverspring · 6 months ago

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Redamé

Fandom: Outer Range (Amazon Prime)

Summary: A singing cowboy, the adoptive Abbott daughter, and too much damn free time after the Colter Wall concert goes south. What could go wrong?

8.0k words. Childhood friends/family enemies to lovers. Self-indulgent Billy Tillerson/poc!OFC.

Smut with feelings, breeding kink, unsexy use of a knife. Marriage epilogue. Spoilers for Seasons 1 and 2, but not in great detail.

Saw the gifs of this man in the bathtub and went feral. Good and absolute mercy.

I’m way too horny over this damn boy. I’ve been talking about this fucking fic on my main blog but I’m too cowardly to post it there. Oh well. Enjoy, folks.

Cross-posted on AO3 at terraincognita777.

TW: narrowly avoided harassment/assault.

A young woman sways at the counter, covered with sandwich materials next to the farmhouse-style sink, singing along with Juice Newton, “just call me angel of the morning, angel.”

The exterior door into the parlor shuts. The woman at the counter, making herself a sandwich, quickly turns the radio off.

“Hey there, Abby,” Royal says, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the hook row in the kitchen. The young woman turns around.

“Hey yourself, Dad,” she said, walking to him and embracing him. She bends her wrists to make sure she doesn’t get mayonnaise on his shirt. “How was the game?”

“Oh, good. Amy scored a couple of goals on the other team. I’d reckon she outplayed all the other girls on that field.”

“That’s amazing. Wish I could have seen it. Where’s she now?”

“Gone for a hike. She’ll be back for supper.”

“Okay. You can have her sandwich, then.” She stacks three turkey sandwiches onto a plate, setting it at Royal’s place at the table. He sits.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome, Dad.” She presses a kiss to his temple.

They are silent as Abby works to clean up the lunch mess. She climbs the stairs, changing from her tee shirt and girlfriend jeans into bootcuts, a black tee, and a maroon flannel, pulling on her nicer pair of boots and heading down the steps, going back into the dining room to speak to Royal.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. I’m headed into town, needta pick up some stuff at the general store and then Colter Wall’s playing at the arena. I’ll be back around nine or so. Don’t wait up for me, I already told Mom I wouldn’t be home till later.”

“Okay, then.”

“I’ll see you tonight before you go to bed.” Abby smiles at him, pulling her jacket and hat off the hook and heading for the front.

She puts on her hat as she shuts the door behind her and struts to the square-bodied old Ford.

The radio blares as she turns over the ignition. “…highs in the low 60s and lows in the low 20s today, folks, with a cold front coming in overnight to drop the next few days’ temps to the high 30s during the daytime—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Abby says, queueing up her driving music on her phone as she turns the radio off. The engine sputters and hums, idling the truck under her.

The opening strains of Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon” begin, and she shifts the gear into drive, peeling out down the long, long driveway and speeding toward town, singing of supernatural women, believing herself to be a Rhiannon all her own.

“All your life you’ve never seen woman, taken by the wind, would you stay if she promised to you heaven,

Will you ever win?

Will you ever win?”

—

She’s pulled into her usual parking spot in front of the store when she feels something distinctly off in the air. It’s a normal afternoon, and everyone is running their various errands. Abby’s hackles are raised more when she steps out of the truck, shutting the door behind her.

She walks into the store, greeting the clerk with a “Hey, Mae, how’s your mom and ‘em?” and heading straight for the personal wellness aisle. Abby picks a few boxes of light cotton pads off the shelf, and two bars of chocolate in the candy aisle.

“$11.11,” Mae says when Abby’s at the counter. Thank God she's a woman, she thinks absently.

“Cash or card?”

“Uh, card.” She hands her First National Bank of Wyoming card over, and is returned it quickly. The older woman bags the items. “Thank you very much, ma’am, have a good day,” Abby says with a wide smile. Mae returns the farewell, and as Abby leaves the store, she still can’t shake that oddly sinking feeling.

There’s a red Ford behind her sky-blue one. She tilts her head and peers at it. Also square-body, also old, longer bed, single cab. That damn Tillerson boy.

Billy Tillerson has just left Wabang Drug, and is crossing the street to his truck, when he sees a young and heavily muscled brown woman, not Indian or Mexican, just brown, grocery bag in hand, staring at his Ford.

Their eyes meet. Hers widen. Seeing a Tillerson outside their territories of the family ranch, the bank, and the town bars is almost a sin.

Billy tilts his head down at her once he’s at the drivers side door. This isn’t the first time she’s locked eyes with him since they were about eighteen, and if he has any say in the matter, it won’t be his last, especially tonight at the Colter Wall show.

Her brown eyes are white and wide as saucers and she’s rooted to the spot. Move, goddammit, she’s chanting to herself. Stop looking at the boy and move. Who cares if you were friends back when.

“Hi, Billy,” she manages, twitching her fingers in a little wave. Her coiled dark brown hair shakes with the motion of her arms.

“Hey yourself, Abby,” Billy says. “Ma’am,” and he touches his hat, getting into his truck.

He’s chugging off down the street when Abby comes to again, shaking her head and hauling herself into her own truck.

She pulls out of the parking space and heads to the library, where she devours a sci-fi novel in just over five hours curled up on the floor in a nice back corner, away from where the majority of patrons tend to congregate or browse the shelves.

She checks her watch at last, the silence having grown to a fever pitch. It’s nearly sunset, from the dust motes swirling by the windows in golden light. Abby rises from the floor, dusting her jeans off and reshelving the book.

—

The opening act is already going strong by the time that she arrives at the arena, tires on the truck kicking up dust, but Abby’s only come to see the main event.

Which she does, alone, swaying in the crowd of people and stamping her feet. Alone like Royal and Cecilia would probably narrow their eyes a bit at because she’s been in their lives long enough to be their daughter, essentially. the gray soil fills her nose as Colter declares the last song of the set; the opening notes of her personal favorite, “The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie” play out.

A couple of yards behind her, Billy Tillerson is watching her coily hair move with her, slowly, simply, as if to tease him. He’s mouthing the lyrics to the song and sipping off of a beer when he remembers it’s there.

His peaceful night’s watch of Abigail “Adoptee” Abbott, family enemy and forbidden interest since childhood, is interrupted when she’s pulled out of her spot by a bullrider he’s seen around town, mostly at The Handsome Gambler during the day and The Pit at night, when he’s deigned to go to either or dragged out by Luke or Trevor.

Where did they go? he asks himself, and sets out to hunt her down. He’s a tracker, and while he can’t identify her like a bear, he knows how to find whatever animal he’s after - including the one that took Abby.

—

Fifteen goddamned years of martial arts training, I can wrassle wolves, and I can’t get rid of this weirdo? Abby thinks as she’s yanked off toward the parking lot. Second location is the only phrase running through her head.

She’s practically short circuiting, but she catches just a hint of his cologne on the wind. Brian Riggins, one of Rhett’s friends, bullfighter. I can’t shake him easily, the music is loud, but maybe it’s still early enough to where someone’s out.

“HEY!” she shouts. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, BRIAN?!”

She can’t figure out in the darkness where exactly in the parking lot they are, but the arm she’s being yanked by is used to swing the rest of her body around, pinning her back against a truck.

So it’s definitely a power display and he doesn’t give a shit I know who he is, great. Which means he’s probably at a higher risk of killing me. Even better.

“Hey, Abigail,” Brian mutters, “I know you’re pretty damn smart, so I don’t know how you ain’t gotten this through your thick little skull yet, but there ain’t no one out right now, and that concert’s too big a noise for anyone to hear the two of us. Which means, sweet thing, you’re all mine and I don’t have to worry about getting interrupted.”

Abby can see the light glaring off his eyes as tiny pinpricks bounce off of them in the night. Bastard.

Her yanks are proving ineffectual, and no number of obscenities or amount of spittle she can fling at him is working to keep his filthy lips off her neck, when her savior comes around in the form of a man in all black from head to toe.

Abby is frozen in fright. Still stock straight against the truck and still clothed, she can only listen in horror to the sickening crunch of bone and subdued groans of pain as blow after blow lands.

The man straightens from the ground at long last. “Hey, Abby. You alright, there?” He says, gently, so gently.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I think,” she stutters, voice evening eventually.

“Are you wanting to go back to the concert or would you like me to drive you home?”

Abby can tell by the soft edges of his voice it’s that neighbor boy Billy Tillerson, but damn if he didn’t come in just in time.

She needs the softness.

She welcomes the pad of Billy’s thumb against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear and bringing it to his mouth. “You’re too pretty to cry, Abby Abbott.”

The young woman snuffles, wiping at her nose with the cuff of her flannel. “Thanks, Billy. I don’t really agree, but thanks.”

He smiles at her without teeth in the night. “You’re welcome. Concert or home?”

“Uh, home, please.”

“Okay. That sounds good. Let’s get you home,” Billy says, offering his arm to Abby. She wraps one hand around it, and then the other.

The stars are bright, and forgiving in their light, and she is happy, oddly, in the warm and lax half-embrace of this protector.

It’s only a couple of minutes, she reckons, for them to reach the truck, a fine layer of dust coating the red paint, dull in the darkness. Billy opens the passenger door for her, offering her a hand up.

“Really getting the princess treatment tonight, huh?” she asks.

“You deserve it.”

He shuts the door, walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. “Do you want to play any music? I usually don’t, but if you want to, you’re more than welcome.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks.” There’s a hint of a smile in her voice, Billy notices.

“Okay, suit yourself. Let me know if that changes.”

They’re silent for a long time, and Abby’s lost in a thought from earlier that day when she begins to absently, quietly, sing “Rhiannon” to herself. She’s about halfway through the second verse before Billy picks it up, just as delicately. His voice echoes a millisecond after hers like a feather-light touch.

They finish the song and are silent for a couple of minutes more, until Billy begins to hum the beginning of “Dreams”.

“Big Fleetwood Mac fan, are you?” Abby asks.

Billy laughs. “You could say that, I guess. I just love Stevie’s voice.”

Abby lets him sing the rest of “Dreams” alone, and just as he’s finishing, she notes the big Y-split driveway for their respective homes coming up.

She feels terribly nauseous in a half-second; that gut instinct everyone tells you about, forces words up into her throat: “Take me back home with you. Please. I have a bad feeling.”

Billy nods silently. “You got it.”

Abby takes her phone out of her back pocket, tapping at the screen. She curses at it when it fails to illuminate. “You kidding me?” She sighs.

“What’s up?”

“My phone’s dead. Not the end of the world. I was just thinking about calling my parents and letting them know I’m not going to be home tonight.”

“We can charge it once we get up to the house.”

“Awesome. Thanks.”

They roll up the gravel and park in front of “the house”, which by Abbott standards could only be called a mansion.

“Yay,” Abby says weakly, opening her door.

“Need any help getting out?” Billy asks.

“No, thank you.”

Billy waits outside the truck for Abby to get out, and once she does, her heavy breathing is quickly evident to him. In the front floodlights of the house, he can see her breath creating mist in the air.

“Hey, you okay?” Billy asks.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just get in the house, I’m really cold,” she laughs, shaking more than before.

Once they’re inside, Billy takes Abby’s jacket from her. “Dad? Luke?” he calls out.

“In here,” Abby hears Wayne Tillerson’s voice from the study.

“Your dad’s here?” Abby hisses. “Jesus, I can’t be here. He’s gonna flip out.” She throws up her hands in frustration, but Billy can sense her panic.

“He won’t. You’ll be fine.” He smiles at her, pure and genuine.

And then he offers her his hand.

She feels that nauseous sensation roiling in her stomach again. Her underarms prickle with nervousness. She takes his offered hand, and Billy leads her to Wayne Tillerson, the one wolf her father told her never to wrassle with.

Wayne Tillerson, ranch hand and owner, has no tolerance for bullshit, and certainly not in his own house, so when he sees his darling, blessed youngest son, a fully-grown man but famously devoid of genuine women, waltz into his bedroom hand-in-hand with the only Abbott daughter, all he can say is an impeccably accented “Well, shit.”

Both Billy and Abigail are praying that Mr. Tillerson is in a good mood. It seems like it’ll be the difference between her life and death.

Abigail’s eyes widen, and she bows a little. “Hello there, Mr. Tillerson, sir,” she says with hopefully unevident fear and trembling.

“Boy, what are you doing bringing the damn Abbott girl home?” Wayne growls.

“I—” Billy starts.

“And you better explain real good real quickly. You got about fifteen seconds left of me toleratin’ this.”

At that deadline, Abby steps forward, head low, and when Billy tries to pull her back, she snatches her arm out of his grasp.

“Sir, your son Billy here was gracious enough to lay into Brian Riggins. He was trying to run off with me and wasn’t having my trying to put up a fight against him. Billy offered to drive me home after he put the son of a bitch down and I got a real bad feelin’ when we were about to split off for my parents’ and so I asked if I could stay with him tonight and he is very kind to let me sleep here overnight. I know you and my daddy don’t get along well, sir, but—”

Wayne nods. “Well, alright then.” Billy’s almost startled at the benevolence in his father’s voice.

“Sir, you don’t—” Abigail begins. Wayne holds up a hand.

“I understand, Miss Abbott. I’m proud of my boy. And who knows, maybe you’ll like it here so much your daddy’ll be willin’ to trade you for that strip of land off the west pasture.”

Abigail is rather shocked, but then, this is Wayne Tillerson, who bore a dynasty out of fire, blood, and toil. She wouldn’t put it past him to keep her there, for as long as any of the Tillerson men wanted. Alarm bells rung faintly in the back of her mind–but then again, they nearly always did.

“Only if I’m worth that much, sir,” Abby laughs with little mirth. “Only if I’m worth that much.”

Wayne leans back in his chair, recrossing his evening robe over him. Then at the sight of Abby still with her head bowed before him, his face breaks into a smile– closer to a smirk, but close enough to a smile.

“Well, then, I don’t suppose I have any more questions for you. Y’all go on.” He pauses a second. “Darlin’, I hate to ask you to leave without your host, but I’d like to speak to my boy just a minute in private.”

“Yes, sir,” Abby says. Billy opens the door of the room, and Abby murmurs her thanks as she leaves. The click shut echoes through the gargantuan house, thankfully still lit by chandeliers and recessed lighting. All she can hear is one baritone and one tenor voice, both very low and calm.

After minutes, likely, the door opens again. Billy exits, shutting it behind him.

“Should I ask what that was about?”

“Hm, probably not.” He half-smiles.

“I won’t, then.”

“Better for your health anyways.”

She follows Billy down the hallways back into the main room, and down another hallway.

Billy opens the door on the right, and the scent of cedar already prevalent in the house is supplemented with pine and mixed with incense as she steps into the room.

“How about that phone charger? I’d text my dad soon.”

“Yeah, I would, too.” He unplugs a charger from his bedside. ”Here. Plug it in wherever you’d like,” he says, handing it to her.

“Thanks.” She crosses to the wall with windows, plugging the phone in and setting it on the will. Billy drapes her jacket over the footboard of his bed. “So. Um. Where do you think I can sleep? I’m not expecting to take a guest room, or. Yeah. I don’t know. I think I’d rather stick around you, honestly.”

“You can take my bed,” Billy says nonchalantly. “I can go sleep out on the couch.”

Something in this strikes her as still wrong, as being separated from him even in sleep as wrong. She can’t stand it.

“I’d actually prefer for us to sleep in the same room. If that’s okay with you, of course,” she adds quickly, nervously fiddling with her fingers.

Billy nods then, like his father. “I can do that.” He takes a seat on his bed, one leg up to turn his body toward her.

The silence hangs uncomfortably between them.

“You know—”

“You’re really—”

Billy and Abby laugh at the same time.

“You go first,” Billy says, waving a hand at her. She leans against the wall, crossing her arms.

Abby chuckles. “You’re really not how I expected you to be. I thought you’d be more of a womanizer like Luke. Seems like he goes around dippin’ his wick in anything that moves.”

Billy laughs with his stomach. “He sure as hell does, doesn’t he!” This is the first time this city-looking boy has sounded country, and it suits him better, Abby thinks.

Abby suddenly pictures Luke as an anthropomorphized candle dipping its wick in other candles.

She begins to laugh too, doubling over. “Oh, Jesus,” she says between fits of hooting. “Oh, mercy, this is too bad. Oh, that’s just too bad.”

She comes to, through her laughter, heat growing in her stomach and blooming up to her face as an idea rotten as an onion takes root in her mind.

“What’s too bad?” Billy asks, leveling his gaze at her.

She looks like a moonflower to him, or the moon itself, by the window, palatial, regal, and delicate, and he can taste the iron in his mouth as he bites back desire in his tongue.

He can practically feel blood draining out of his head, out of his legs and fingertips. Could he smell her from here? How could he catch her perfume on the wind of the ceiling fan?

He’s being consumed, he imagines, by fire, just as she is. The only way that she can rationalize her own reaction is that her brain is trying to overlay the near-assault with something good, something positive and beautiful, but why does she want it with her family enemy?

“Abigail.” Billy says. Shit.

“Hm?”

“You didn’t answer my question.” His blue eyes are dark across the room as his body is backlit by the bedside lamp, but she knows he watches her like a hawk.

“What were you asking?” Abby’s fidgeting again.

Billy rises from his spot on the bed, ambling towards her in that not-quite-city, not-quite-country cowboy manner he’s so fond of.

“What’s too bad?” he nearly whispers, coming to a stop about half a yard from her, and she has to look up just a tad– but before she can, he is lifting her chin with a pointer finger.

“I know that we just got into it with Brian, but is this alright with you?” he asks gently. She is hallucinating the moon in his eyes.

She nods, blinking her eyes to their closure and swallowing confused phlegm out of her throat.

“Yes.”

It takes so much of her self-control not to keen, and she’s already swaying toward him as if they’re magnetized.

His hand inches up to her cheek, and he steps in until he’s fully in her space. They are sharing breaths, warm and heavy near the exterior wall, near the autumnal night.

“What’s. Too. Bad.” He says, making sure to enunciate fully and punctuating the words with miniscule kisses to her cheeks and nose. Abby’s body shakes, so close to him. “Hm?” he murmurs.

Abby only stutters.

“Don’t make me have to get it out of you, sweet thing.”

A half-cried moan is out of her mouth before any intelligible thoughts, and his cologne is in her nose, his thumbs pressing against the pillowy flesh of her full mouth, and his other hand trailing down her side, crossing her hip to the dip of her jeans, where his middle and ring fingers press gently, but insistently.

Abigail bucks against his initial light touch, and she grins, opening her mouth to sigh happily.

“If I get really quiet, keep going until I make noise, okay? I’ll say red if I want you to stop.”

Billy bends over her, cages her smaller body against the wall. “I’ll keep that in mind, little girl.” He presses into her again.

An instantaneous “oh, fuck” escapes her mouth. “I’ll tell you. Fine.”

His hand lessens its pressure.

“Billy, I’ve been meaning to say it’s just too bad that I want you like I do. I mean, Christ, our parents hate each other and your dad’s trying to take my dad’s land and we really only met alone for the first time this afternoon, but that damn hole take me if I don’t want you right now.”

Billy wraps his arms around her, hands rubbing her back gently.

“Yeah, Abby. I don’t know if I could really call it love, but I want you too, and I don’t just mean it in a physical way.”

“I think I get what you mean.”

“Would you let me love you, Abigail Abbott?”

“Can I call you William?” she says, smiling up at him.

“It makes me feel a little old, but you sure can.”

“Then yes, William Tillerson, I’d let you love me tonight and or as many nights as you’ll let me love you back.”

“All I needed,” Billy murmurs, and he lifts her by the backs of her thighs. Instinctively, Abby wraps her arms around his neck and locks her ankles behind him, just at his upper thigh.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to treat you like I saw you, like the Abbott princess you were instead of the Abbott trash my family kept preaching about.”

“Likewise,” Abigail utters. “And I’m not expecting you to be rough, but if you want to, go ahead. I can stand to be tossed around a little.”

He takes that in stride and upends her onto his bed, so she’s on her back, at his mercy.

“You’re telling me Little Miss Abigail Angel likes to be a dirty girl?” He bares his teeth at her, laughing darkly. “Honestly? It doesn’t really surprise me.”

He takes off his jeans, unbuttons his shirt, climbs onto the bed.

Abby takes her flannel and undershirt off, leaving her bra on.

“Oh, it doesn’t, huh? Well, I’ll tell you, I sure as hell didn’t expect the baby Tillerson boy to grow teeth.”

They’re face to face, Abigail under William, and he rakes his hand over her hair.

“Did you, now,” he murmurs low, words ghosting past her ear.

Voice heavy with lust, his tenor has sunk to a baritone, still sweet but ready and dangerous, like a pointed candy cane.

“Did you expect to be in bed with the boy you snuck off with to play in trees out near the rez?”

She laughs at the memory. “You got me; I sure as hell didn’t.”

“I know I wanted you, though. I always thought about singing to you. Singing for you.”

“Me too, actually. Together.”

Billy laughs. “Not to sound corny, but,” he says, taking her jeans off, “I’d love to make you sing for me, tonight.”

“I’m— I’m not on the pill. Or anything. Just so you know,” Abby blurts out.

“Who says we need to have sex for me to make you sing, sweetheart?”

“But I have–hair.” She whispers the last word like it’s a sin.

“We all have hair. I have hair,” Billy says, with the same intonation. “It’s fine, darlin’, don’t worry about it.”

His hands trail up Abby’s muscular legs to her underwear. He places kisses onto the soft skin there, working his way up from her knees to the heat between her thighs.

He was dragging the breath out of her with every press of his lips, and he knew it.

“Billy, we– we shouldn’t be doing this. Jesus fuck,” she says, curling her fingers into his hair.

He feels the scratch of her fingernails against his scalp, pulling at the soft waves there, insisting that he move higher, and he does, mouthing against the bone through the cotton of her underwear.

“Still think we shouldn’t be doing this?” he asks. “We can stop whenever you want.” A string of saliva runs from his mouth to her clothing, she sees when she props herself up on her elbows.

“Billy, all due respect, I don’t think I could ask you to stop at this point, motherfucker.”

“Can I take these off, then?”

She drops back, slackly, onto the bed. “Yes. God, yes,” she breathes on the exhale of a heavy sigh.

She didn’t think the fleshiness of his torso gave way to any strength whatsoever, but that faulty assumption is alleviated when he picks her up by the hips with one arm, using the other hand to pull her underwear down her long legs and toss them away, and between the two of them maneuvers her up until her head can be cradled by the bevy of pillows on his bed.

Jesus Christ. Her stomach flips.

His mouth moves back to the juncture of her thighs to kiss there, gently.

“Please don’t try to eat me out, okay,” Abby asks.

“Okay. Certainly ain’t a requirement,” he says, and begins to lick a delicate stripe up her body, to her chest. Chills run through and over her bare arms, and she twitches under him.

Billy hovers over her chest, looking directly into her eyes. He is peering into her with those baby blues, reaching around her to unclasp her bra.

He’s flipped the noise switch in her, she thinks. He’s blown her corruption wide open and left her wanton.

Abby mewls under him as he latches onto one breast, nipping lightly at her areola as his tongue runs over it. He uses his hands to greedily grasp and knead what flesh his mouth doesn’t cover.

She wraps her legs around him, forcing him down to her chest by digging her heels into his lower back. His cock, still covered, is so close to her body that all he wants to do is ram up into her, dry-humping her unclothed sex.

But he wants to be a good boy for her, and so he behaves himself and moves to her other nipple when she makes an animal, guttural noise in her throat and tugs his head there, steering him like a horse.

“Thank you,” Billy groans, between the wet, sucking noises of his mouth on her. At the title, desire that’s almost painful emerges in her upper abdomen, just under her sternum.

“You’re such a good boy, Billy,” she growls. “Rich fucking Tillerson boy worshipping a filthy fucking Abbott. You belong like this, pleasing this worthless fucking gardener.”

He whines, and Abby feels the bed and his body move, as he begins to fuck the mattress, desperate for relief. She thumps a foot against his back, pulling him up by the hair to make eye contact. His mouth is covered in his spit as he gapes at her.

“Did I tell you you could do that? Don’t do it again,” Abby bites out sternly.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says. “Sorry.”

There’s some sadness, some genuine pain back in that sweet voice he used, to the point that she smiles at him a little sadly. “It’s okay, baby. I’m sorry for hitting you in the back.” She strokes through his hair with her fingers, deftly.

Billy nods, smiling innocently before he begins to kiss her across where her bra’s underwire sat against her ribs and made deep red marks. He looks up at her with adoration in his gaze after each one. She can feel how much he loves her. She hopes he knows how much she returns the sentiment.

“You’re being so good right now,” she says lovingly, until he bites her nipple, and her back arches, forcing her stomach into his chest. “Fuck, Billy!” she grunts.

“Did that feel good?”

“Yes, do it again, please, mercy,” she begs. He bites the other one, this time, and she cries out a moan, holding his hair tighter in her hands. He slips a hand off her chest and down to her pubic bone, where he pauses, she exhales, and he begins to rub firm circles against her clit.

She tosses her head against the pillow, overwhelmed by the dual sensation. “Fuck, stop,” she pants.

He does.

“Nonono,” she rushes out, “stop means keep going, please keep going,”

He resumes his double work, moving up from her chest to her mouth, and their lips are on each others’. It’s a messy kiss, sloppy and more open-mouthed co-breathing than anything, but they would call it a kiss, recounting it to their siblings.

She takes her hands out of his hair, bringing one to his back, trailing the other down his chest, dragging it down with her nails, and he hisses lightly, laughing after she does.

She brushes his cock through his underwear, and he jolts, highly sensitive to the one touch.

“Oh, we need to get you harder than this if you’re going to fuck me.”

He nods, swallowing.

“Words, William,” she says lowly.

“M- yes, ma’am,” he says off of the back of a moan, the start to a string of half-muttered curses when he begins to jerk him off through his briefs.

“I love you, William,” she says moments later, when her hips are rocking against his hand on their own, and he’s forgotten to stop kissing her.

“I love you too, Abigail,” he breathes. “So much, pretty Abby, so much.”

She can feel her stomach bunching and unbunching like a spring that needs a windup, and when it tightens this final time, her knees snap together, locking Billy’s hand in place as she comes, annoying her when her walls clench with nothing to resist against.

Her body undulates with her breathing, and their body heat feels holy to her as it mingles. His hand is still working between her thighs, stimulating her through her orgasm.

She’s only breathing now, her body still working. She can feel how puffy her pussy lips are when he pulls his fingers away, finally freed from the iron-vise grip of her inner thighs.

“Sorry I didn’t make you come, Billy,” Abby says mournfully, running a finger along the outline of his cock.

“It’s okay. I’d much rather it be inside you anyways,” he says, looking down at her with what’s left of his delicateness he can muster.

She shudders out an exhale. “Do you mean that?”

He kisses along her neck, biting at her collarbone. “Mm, yes. S’what my daddy told me to do, was breed you full of Tillersons.”

“Oh, you’re gonna give me your babies, now, is that what we’re doing?” she breathed.

“I fully intend on doing that, yes ma’am.”

She slides her fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging downward. “Just doing what your daddy tells you to, hm?” Abby can see the beginning of light brown curls under his hipline. “Is that all who you listen to? Just your daddy, your daddy, your daddy,” she says mockingly.

Billy’s brows furrow. “What? No.”

“Just big bad Wayne Tillerson, huh? That’s who controls you, that’s who owns you.” The curls are there, certainly, soft like Billy is.

His face drops into neutrality, almost innocent, but there is a hard edge, flinty in his eyes, Abby notices. “You’re treading on some dangerous ground, Abbott.”

“Oh, so I’m Abbott now, daughter of the enemy,” she nearly cackles. “Would you look at that.” Her wicked hands have pulled his briefs down just at the top of where his cock begins, and while he wants nothing more than for her to touch him, she’s also being a real brat.

Billy slaps her hands away from his torso. “Cut it out, little girl.”

She pouts. “Why should I? I’m just trying to help you out.” She moves back to his underwear, restarting her attempt to debrief him, literally.

This time, he grabs her wrists, leaning over her just slightly to pin them above her head with such force she laughs breathlessly. “You’re not. Fucking. Helping. You’re just trying to piss me off.” There’s no joking in his voice.

She smirks. “Well, obviously it’s working, then.”

“A little too well, yeah,” Billy says, with a smile more wolfish than strictly characteristic of him.

Abby is scared now, of what he could do to her. This is not the boy she knew. This is a man, who wants to take her as his rightful property.

She does not mind the prospect of belonging to him entirely. This betrayal of her family kills her, a little, inside.

“It’s working well enough that I just want to fuck you into this bed,” he says, biting at her lower lip, “until you scream my name,” he leans over her to his nightstand, pulling out a knife – Abby watches the motion out of the corner of her eye and they go wide – “so loud that my father hears. Maybe even your father,” he says, making no eye contact with her, as if it’s just another Thursday night for him. “Maybe even your whole family. But I’ll make goddamned sure everyone knows,” he runs the blade along the outsides of his underwear, “who you belong to.” He tears the underwear away and tosses them over the bed and the knife onto the nightstand. She is frozen between fear and arousal, her breath catching in her throat.

He takes his cock in one hand and moves the other hand that was for her restraint to her ankles, placing each one of her legs over his shoulders. “William.”

“Gage.” She can feel the tip of him rubbing against her pussy, still a bit overstimulated, but slick nonetheless. He brushes her clit accidentally, and her pelvis jerks.

“Tillerson.” He pushes into her, fully and deeply, letting himself get lost in the feeling of being inside her, at long last.

She is warm. She feels like home to him, more so than Luke or his mother or Trevor, and maybe even more so than his father. She’s warm like sunlight, like the fire they built in her parents’ north pasture the winter when they got frostbite and couldn’t tell anyone. She returns emotion to the marrow of his bones when he feels the velvet of her walls around him.

Abby feels at home with him inside her, finally, filling her in the ways she only daydreamed about, in the last days of the summer before they turned fifteen, hanging from the pine trees just onto the Shoshone reservation. She feels normal. Even. The chaotic sea within her is not simply flat, the sun is shimmering across it, and it is a clarion Caribbean blue, she’s seeing for the first time. She’s full of his wide cock, not long but girthy, and the stretch borders on unpleasant.

“I wonder if I can make you a Tillerson tonight,” he says, making shallow movements into and out of her. “Would you like that? To become one of us?”

Her breathing is dysfunctional. She only nods.

“Baby, I can’t move until I get an answer out of you,” he says, pushing her to verbalize what she needs. He halts his motion but doesn’t withdraw, waiting for her.

Abby only makes a minor quivering noise, shaking, scrabbling her hands at the surface of the quilts covering his bed, needing him, needing that which Billy wants to corrupt her with.

Her teeth show, and she grits them together at him. “Please,” he makes out of the tortured hiss she emits.

“Please what?” he says, tilting his head to the side.

“Please make me yours.”

“Oh, not just mine, baby — my family’s. A Tillerson through and through, once I’m finished with you.”

“No. No, please. Don’t do that to me,” she says, and she knows it isn’t genuine. She knows how dead that ranch is, save the hole in the west pasture. She knows she’s too old to still be living in the same place, same as Rhett. Someone’s gotta leave Royal and Cecilia sometime.

But her? To the Tillersons?

“Darlin’, it’s too late for that. I’m gonna breed your cunt full of my come, gonna make everyone else sees you’ve got my child in you.” He begins to thrust into her, slowly and shallowly. “Now I’m gonna need you to make a lot more noise, here, so my daddy knows how good a girl his daughter-in-law is, okay?”

She nods vigorously. “Please just fuck me,” she pants.

“Oh, baby, do you really mean that?” he says in a mockingly saccharine tone. He touches her chin chillingly and brushes a stray lock of curly hair from her face. The kindness of the gesture isn’t lost on her.

“Mm, Billy, I do.” Her tone’s become a whine, the country accent slipping back into her voice unconsciously.

“You gonna make me happy and scream nice and loud for me?”

She chants “yes”, eyes shut. He leans over her, pressing her knees towards her chest, grabbing her face and squishing her cheeks. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, missy. Keep those pretty eyes open.”

“Okay,” she says. He pats her cheek. “Good girl. Good girl,” he says, lifting his hips and driving them down into hers. She wraps her arms around him, curling her fingernails into the tender flesh of his back, dragging in long trails to leave welts.

“I can’t- I’m sorry—“ she interrupts her sentence with a high wail.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry about the words now, sweet thing.”

She’s lost inside her mind, out on a different plane of her existence. She is twisting, dancing with him and dancing with time. Vaguely, out in this space, she is aware of Billy fucking her. She wants to be alive to him, for this.

He hits her cervix; he’s not long, but he thrusts deep, especially with her legs over his shoulders. He does mean to breed her, no doubt of it.

The noises that come from her throat over and over again, short choking punched moans, don’t sound real. But this is her, this is her reality. Her childhood friend is inside her. He wants to marry her.

“Billy,” she says, her tongue wading through her confused mouth like it is full of peanut butter. “Billy, I love you.” Her nails simply dig into his vertebrae now, no movement save from that through her body as he fucks her pussy, rhythmically shaking the bed. They are together upon the sea, full of endless motion, creating the waves in it. He creates the wave, generates the heat, driving her to completion with one hand between their conjoined sexes and one hand cradling her head at the base of her skull. In the violence of his thrusting, he treasures me, Abby thinks, brokenly. She thinks fragments of words, woven into the tapestry of their conjugation.

“I love you too, Abby. I do treasure you,” he says heavily. “Wanna treasure you for the rest of my life, baby. Wanna give you my children.”

She chokes on a word and a breath at first. “I’m— I’m gonna—“

“Me too, baby. Me too, you gonna come?”

“Down from five?” she asks.

“Yeah, yeah. Five.”

“Mhm, five.”

“Four.”

“Fuck me, I want your come inside me,” she whispers.

“Three.” They lock eyes, now.

“T-two,” Billy says, and cries a stuttered “fuck” through his bottom lip.

“One—“

His hips falter against Abby, her legs shaking, and they cry as one a wordless word against each other in a singular orgasm, breaking the Wyoming night apart.

“I—” Billy starts, then sighs with relief, rolling away from her before he collapses onto the bed. His bones ache with his love for this woman, with all he’s given up to her in sweat and blood. He is entranced by Abigail, chest heaving mightility as she stares at the ceiling, breathing with her mouth open.

“Thank you.”

Billy props himself up on his side. There is a thin sheen on her high cheekbone that he brushes with his thumb. “Thank you.” He presses the finger to his lips. “You’re more beautiful than a full moon, you know that?”

Abby shakes her head. “No. Not really. I don’t agree with you.” She huffs a chuckle.

He crawls over top of her. “Don’t say that, Abigail. Promise me you won’t again.”

“I can’t and I won’t.”

Billy’s fingers run down her sides to her waist. “Oh, really, now?”

Her knees draw in first. “Don’t… don’t tickle me,” she laughs.

His fingers move over her, brushing the skin delicately. “Not my fault you’re ticklish!”

She pulls his hand away, bringing it up to her face. “No, it ain’t. But it’s your fault I like you so damn much.”

“Your fault making me likewise, Abby.”

She is all smiles at him. “Let me up,” she says, beginning to lift herself off the bed. “Gotta pee.”

“Me too.”

“Could I possibly have some water?”

“Got some snacks, too, if you want ‘em.”

Abby slides off the mattress, walks to the bathroom. “Yes please, and thank you much.”

“You got it.”

She holds her head in her hands, sitting on the toilet. “This does not feel real.” Did we really just have sex?

Shit. Apparently so.

There’s a knock on the door. “I got water for you,” Billy says softly through the heavy oak.

“Thanks.” Abby groans, sighs.

“You okay?” It comes out as more of a mumble.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

“Dude, just come in at this point. It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen yet.”

He opens the door, handing the water to her. “How are you doing? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m amazing, just trying to pee.” She drains the glass quickly. “Thanks. I needed that.”

He smiles at her, taking the glass back. “Head hurt at all? You looked like it.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. Thank goodness.” She tilts her head at him. “You really are cute as hell, you know that?”

He looks down shyly. “You don’t have to say that,” he says, scuffing his foot on the tiled floor.

A moment.

“What about you? How’s your back? I feel like I scratched you pretty bad.”

“Feels okay.” He leans against the door. “Obviously not too badly.”

“Can I clean your wounds? Just in case.”

“More than welcome to.”

“‘Kay.” She flushes, washing her hands.

They are sitting on his bed upon two new comforters (at Billy’s plea – “I’ve never had to share a bed with someone before, and I move a lot”), Abby treating the shallow pink scratches on the pale skin of his back, when she finds herself speaking.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“When you said you loved me?”

“Well, I’ll remind you that you said it first. But yes, I did mean it.”

“Yeah, I guess I did say it first. Thanks. I meant when I said it, too.”

He turns around suddenly. “Would you marry me?”

Abby’s eyebrows dance in confusion. “I– that’s an interesting proposal,” she laughs nervously.

“I meant it when I said I’d make you a Tillerson. And I mean properly.”

“You got a ring?” she jokes. “Not that I’m expecting you to have one.”

“No, not yet.”

“I just—I.” Abby sighs. “I know we were friends when we were younger and all, but I’m not sure you’d really want to marry me. There’s so much—” Billy interrupts her with a chaste kiss on the mouth. It is full of love, this time, no lust in it whatsoever.

He pulls away to speak. “There’s so much I want to learn about you. I can’t wait to make up for the years we’ve lost, to both our families. To college. To the ranches.”

Tears well up in Abby’s eyes, and she smiles at him. “I think you mean that.”

“Better believe it,” he says, laying a gentle kiss on Abby’s damp cheekbone. “Let’s get some sleep, huh?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

They tuck themselves under the covers, and Abby’s back is pressed to Billy’s chest. He mumbles against her shoulder, just before she succumbs to unconsciousness, “we can go look for a ring tomorrow, there’s a place in town.”

She dreams of a beautiful wedding on the mountainside, in a tranquil clearing among the pine trees. Everything is shrouded in snowy white, including the boughs of the trees. She is warm, as well as all in attendance, and she sees her father and her new father-in-law, arms around each other’s shoulders, proudly looking on at Abby and Billy’s union.

She wonders, in her reasoning outside this dream-body of hers, whether this could come true.

A whole season passed where a girl named Autumn raised hell and it showed itself out, and Billy had his fair share of arguments with Abby. But Amy was returned back to her grandparents’, and Billy resurrected by the odd magic of the time-hole in the west pasture.

Five months after her dream, it came true. Abby became Abigail Hendry Abbott Tillerson, and while the feud between the two men took two years to subside, it was much shorter than it would have been without the marriage.

When they are sitting on the porch swing five years after that, watching Hendry Gage Tillerson and Anna Marie Tillerson playing in the yard of a plot of land in Texas that they bought, Billy asks Abby, “Have I made up for the lost time yet?”

Abby smiles at him, a careworn, motherly-exhaustion smile, but full of love all the same. “I could stand to spend the next few decades letting you find the definition of redame.”

He tilts his head at her. “What’s that?”

“To love in return.”

“Of course you’d say something like that,” Billy snorts. “Only my Abby.”

She leans against him. In this, he knows he won’t ever be able to prove it, but he knows the definition of redame to his core when he feels the weight of her soul on his own.

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