#i loved that dude i wonder hows hes doin

[wwwdotrickandmortydotcom]

my other blogs i told i was going into inpatient care bc i didnt want them to worry or think my blog was abandoned. you guys all zero of you im just tellin because i want to. i feel like i can tell you guys anything. anyone ever had any gay experiences theyd like to share

[camryn-haitani]

My favorite girl

Bang Chan x Camgirl!Reader

credits to the girls in the pics^^

chan has been very frustrated, from overworking himself and sexually. with producing stray kids new album to taking care of his band mates. changbin notices that chan has been snapping a lot and very easily, so he does what every good friend does and shows chan his favorite camgirl <3

TW: SMUT, chan isn’t an idol but he’s stray kids music producer, cursing, dirty talk, subby chan, dom reader, chan is called channie multiple times, changbin jokes about sucking off chan, masturbating (both you and him), toy use (fem receiving), squirting, videoing (you video yourself), name calling (mommy, doll, darling), panty fucking, cumming on your bra

ugh i love camgirl fics 🫶🏻

pt. 2???

“han, you’ve got to get this right. we’ve been at this for over 30 minutes.” chan pinches the bridge of his nose. of course, han feels horrible that he can’t reach the pitch, but he burys his feelings and puts on a smile. “you got it, captain.” he salutes.

after a few more attempts, han finally reaches his right pitch which causes him to have a lil celebration. chan, however, has hours of more work to do while the others are free to do whatever their heart desires. binnie sees that he’s stuck here for hours on end with no breaks and his stomach only filled with monster energy drinks, so he stays with chan to help with the seemingly endless amount of work.

the studio is dead silent only filled with the clicks of computer mouse’s, keyboard clacks every so often and phone vibrations of their phones from text messages and other non important notifications.

*brrt* chan glances at his phone but pays no attention to what the notification was for. changbin fake gasps and puts a hand on his chest, clutching his non existent pearls. he pushes chans chair a lil rough to get his attention. “hm?” chan doesn’t even look up from his monitor. “how dare you not read my message.” binnie acts hurt. “dude, you’re right next to me. why did you text me?” he says

changbin sighs and motions his eyes to the camera the studio office has. of course it’s for safety reasons but chan thinks it’s stupid. it’s a private office space, why need a camera? chan rolls his eyes and pick up his phone.

changbinnie: dude are you doin ok?

Me: not one bit my guy

Me: stress is getting to me

changbinnie: would you like some help?

chan slowly looks up at binnie with this weirded out look. binnie looks confused until he reread the message he sent. his eyes widened when he realized what it sounded like he was saying.

changbinnie: DAWG NO NOT LIKE THAT

changbinnie: IM NKT OFFERING TO SUCK YOU OFF

Me: you sure made it sound like you were 🤨

changbinnie: i mean…👀👀

changbinnie: I’M JOKING

Me: uh huh sure you are

changbinnie: ANYWAY

changbinnie: what i’m saying is do you want me to send you a link that helps me when i’m stressed

chan looks back up at changbin with skeptical eyes, wondering what the hell he’s talking about. binnie raises his eyebrows and giving a ‘do you want it or not’ look. chan thinks about his decision for a couple seconds before responding

Me: gimme the link

changbinnie: i knew you’d say yes, which is why it’s already copied on my keyboard

changbinnie: ww.y/nnie.cam

Me: what is this

changbinnie: don’t open it now, wait until you’re in your room

Me: if this gives me a virus, i’m beating your ass

changbinnie: 😮

changbinnie: go home and i’ll finish the rest

chan looks at him mouthing ‘are you sure?’ as changbin nods. “trust me, bro. you’re gonna wanna watch it.” binnie reassures. chan packs up his stuff and heads out.

the entire drive home, his head filled with thoughts of ‘what if this doesn’t work?’ ‘what am i gonna do?’ ‘if he gives my phone a virus i swear to god.’

he arrives home and sets all of his stuff down. the excitement mixed with nervousness fills his stomach. he scrolls back through his and binnies messages to find the link. he sets his phone on his nightstand and lays down on his bed. chan takes a couple breaths to calm his nerves and finally clicks on your link.

his eyes feast on your swollen clit, puffy and red from your previous orgasms. sweet and delicious moans spill from your lips, dark and purple from your lipstick, a black bullet vibrator pressed against your overstimulated hole, pushing in and out ever so slowly.

chans cock is painfully pressed against his jeans. he quickly unbuttons them and pushes them down to his lower thighs, palming his achy cock through his underwear. he moves his palm the same pace with your vibrator. his fingers fumble with his keyboard, shaking from lust.

user8274748829 tipped $5

user8274748829: go faster

your eyes flicker to the screen when you heard the *ping* sound of the money coming in. you giggle between your moans. “only if you say please.” your eyes roll back with the thought of someone begging on their knees for you.

user8274748829 tipped $15 dollars

user8274748829: please darling

user8274748829: i need it

that comment sent you over the edge. the thought of someone groveling at your feet, willing to do whatever you wanted. your pussy clenching around nothing, wanting your viewers to have a good view as you came. your slick coating the black bullet, leaving it creamy, white, and shiny.

chans boxers long discarded in the floor, leaking tip helping him coat his cock, high pitched whines fall from his pink and pretty lips. his orgasm crashing down on him, thighs clenching, head thrown back, and his hand furiously fisting his cock.

out of breath, you find your last bit of energy to say your goodbyes until next stream. your cute hands waving your finger bye bye.

chans screen displayed a “see you next time” screen with your previously streamed videos, and of course he was going to binge watch every. single. one. of them because he can’t leave his still hard and throbbing cock so pitiful and red.

he soon realized that he needed an account to see your other videos and he’s never been so quick to sign up for anything but this.

after his lil binge session, he grabs tissues and wipes up the puddles of his cum from his thighs, stomach, and even his chest. chan grabs his phone again and opens messages.

Me: thank you so much bro

changbinnie: what’d i tell you man

changbinnie: she’s an absolute angel

changbinnie: and an even prettier pussy

Me: can’t lie about that

chan single handedly thinks you’ve ruined all other women for him. he can’t get enough of you. your voice, calling him a good boy, your hands, the way they cutely held your dildo as you punish your cunt with it, your eyes, how they look into the camera feeling as if you were looking directly into chans own eyes. he can’t get enough of you, he needs to feel you, to hear you, to see you touch him, pump his cock, fuck your gorgeous pussy. even if this is the first time he’s ever seeing you, he desperately needs you.

over the span of a few weeks, chan has joined every live, tipped ridiculous amount of money, and has even won a couple prizes for being first in your little contests. he has your panties from the first ever live he joined to your favorite bra that he cums on just about every other day.

this particular livestream would change chans world.

as soon as your notification popped upon his phone, he jumped up from the couch of the practice studio and runs home, leaving the members confused as changbin gives him a knowing look when he runs out the door.

you start off by holding a poll to see what your viewers want to see this time. you know your viewers by now and of course you put their favorite option on there which was ‘fucking my biggest dildo with a vibrator to my clit<3’. your viewers loved to see you squirm and writhing with pleasure.

you already knew which option was going to win so you went ahead and pulled your dildo out and started to apply lube to the tip, letting the globs roll down the shaft. as you wait for your vibrator to charge since you forgot to charge it, you start to prep yourself. pulling your panties up creating friction on your clit as you rub between your panties. just thinking about the stretch of your biggest dildo, it makes you drip with excitement.

chan is already stiff in his sweats when he practically pounces on his bed and rips them off. his eyes focusing the way your pussy tightens. he no longer fumbles with his keyboard to type in chat because he’s done it so many times.

channieroo tipped $170!

channieroo: god i’ve missed you all day doll

you love seeing his name pop up in your chat. he’s your favorite after all. ever since he changed his user to channieroo, you knew it was him when he said please for the first time. he’s not your favorite because of the large amount of money he gives you, no no no. he’s your favorite because no one’s ever praised you like channie does.

“hi channie, i’ve missed you more. always loo-… looking for your name.” you stutter when you realize that your favorite viewer is here and has a full display of your dripping pussy.

chan moans with delight when you call him out. he feels so special when you call him ‘channie’. your panties that he won in that contest is tangled around his base, making it seem like your pretty pussy is wrapped around his cock.

the beeping of your vibrator brings you back from your lust covered mind. you quickly grab it as you spread the drops of lube on your silicone cock.

you know this is wrong but you imagine it was channies cock instead of it being a silicone one. you’ve never seen him before but you let your imagination run wild with how he looks.

you swipe a drop of lube and spread it on you pussy lips and quivering hole. chans eyes locked on to you as you take you panties off and line yourself up with the bulbous tip of your dildo. chan creates a fist and simulates as if your cunt was lowering down onto his tip. you both sigh of relief as the feelings of being stretched out and wrapping his hand tightly around his cock, thinking it was each other instead of doing it y’all’s selves.

you stop going down when you’re feeling so so full, but then you hear that sound.

channieroo tipped $200!

channieroo: you can take it mommy

channieroo: please sink down on that cock for me

the tip kissing your cervix so roughly and so harshly but channies words soothe that pain. you vigorously nod your head as your moans continue to pitch up the further you make the dildo disappear inside you.

chan teases his tip with swipes of his thumb, rolling out the beads of his pre-cum over his tip. you grab your favorite vibe and press it to your clit, trying to make it easier to take your dildo.

“chan-.. chat… how pretty do i look right now?” you bat your eyelashes as your eyes gloss with tears. the overwhelming sounds of *pings* as your chat sends you loads of money and praises of how pretty you are but you’re only looking for a certain one.

chan thought his ears were deceiving him. ‘was she about to say my name?’ his heart pounds in his ears. he gets excited but then it goes away. ‘i was probably hearing things…’ he thought to himself.

it’s been a couple minutes and the notifications went down but they’re still coming in. you don’t see channie name and it makes you sad.

channieroo tipped $800!

channieroo: mommy you look so gorgeous

channieroo: sound so lovely, please keep going

channieroo: i’m so close mommy

your heart swells with the text on your screen. ‘that’s the biggest he’s ever donated’ you’re surprised. his words encourage you to keep sinking down. with the help of the vibrator, you finally reach the base of your pretty purple cock. it takes you a couple minutes to regain yourself to start bouncing.

channieroo tipped $950!

channieroo: come on mommy

channieroo: you’re taking it so well

channieroo: you can do it mommy please

your eyes roll at the thought of bouncing on channies cock. ‘i bet it’s so pretty and pink’ you say to yourself.

chans fisting his cock so angrily, waiting for you to start moving and hear your delicious moans. he sees you lift yourself up and drop back down to the base. “yes mommy. yes yes yes yes keep going. you feel so good.” he tells himself. he wishes it were you, god you’d look so beautiful above him, tits jumping up and down with every move. god he could cum right now, but he’s patient and obedient, so he waits for you.

with the constant pressure of your vibe and the fat tip of your dildo kissing your cervix, you’re not going to last long. you’re lovely eyes stare right into the camera, “chat… can i cum..? please, i’ve been such a good girl.”

once again, the money starts flowing in and then he sends a chat.

channieroo tipped $1,000!

channieroo: cum with me mommy

channieroo: wanna feel you wrapped around me

channieroo: wanna fill you up

channieroo: please

that’s what does it. the image of chan fucking into your pussy as he called you mommy has you clench so tightly that you think you’ll tear your toy.

chan chases his orgasm with chants of ‘mommy please’ string from his lips. both of your breathing is rugged and shaky. your head falling low with hair covering your face.

you regain your composure and lift your head back up. “thank… you… for coming to…. todays stream.” you pause. you weakly wave bye bye and end stream.

chan looks at the ceiling, baffled, still thinking you said his name. what snaps him out of his trance was the *brrt* of his phone. he picks it up and immediately almost drops it.

y/nnie: hi channieroo <3

[insomniasdelusion]

astro x artist reader where the reader is like "wait ohemgee he doesnt like pictures of him what if he doesnt like being percived in art?? what if he doesnt like me when he finds out ive been drawing him??????" but he like.finds out and is totally okay with it HELP SORRY IF THIS IS A LONG SPECIFIC REQ,,,,

Dude- this is so cute!! I love it <33

Warnings: none!

Astro x Artist!Reader

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A gentle thrum of music played in the air, soft and sweet just like the current moment you were in.

Astro had his upper arms wrapped around your waist and his lower ones massaging your upper thighs, head snuggled onto your stomach with a soft wispy noise that sounded awfully close to a purr.

You had a sketch book resting on his head, humming along with the background music. Your pencil making soft scritchy noises as you sketched out Astro, you didn’t do it often! You never showed him either.. you didn’t know if he didn’t would like it considering he doesn’t like photos. The flashing of a camera made him nervous, making his anxiety skyrocket and usually ended with him MIA for meetings. It was easier to just.. not.

Focusing back onto the paper instead of your thoughts you smiled softly, stars.. you loved this silly little moon. From the fluffy rim of his hat, to his second pair of arm, and all the way down to his two goofy little tails. You did small doodles on the edge of your papers, never really full sketch’s or pieces though. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable! But as people have said, to loved by an artist is to be remembered forever.. or something like that-

You didn’t notice your blue moon partner peaking his eyes open from your lack of movement, looking up at you to see if you had zoned out just to see you staring at the paper. His curiosity peaked slightly, wiggling up to see what you drew.

You jolted at the sudden movement, looking at Astro you moved the sketch pad closer to your chest blocking his view of the paper.

“Whatcha doin?”

You ask confuzzled.

“..was just wondering why you were staring at the paper, bad sketch..?”

He asked his voice a little raspy but no louder then a whisper, titling his head, you normally always showed all of your drawings! He loved to see you get so excited about and then go into detail about all of what you did.. it just made him so happy to see you happy.

“Oh! Nonono, just thinking is all!”

“..could I see?”

“I- uhm, I don’t think you’d like it Azzy”

You squeaked, a little nervous, Astro how very just blinked at you confused. He loved all your art! Even if it looked terrible!

“Mm.. well shouldn’t I be the judge of that?”

He smirked, a little sass lacing into his voice.

“Okay smarty pants, but still-“

You huffed back.

A beat of silence passed before your sides were attacked with feather light tickles, you shrieked in surprise before laughing loudly.

“AH- HAHA- A-ASTRO NO!-“

You yelped in between laughs as Astro sneakily yoinked your stuff. He stopped tickling you, looking at the paper his eyes going wide.

You breathed heavily, still getting some of the giggles out before hugging and look at the moon toon.

“That was so unfair!”

You grumbled, seeing him frozen you tilted your head, quickly realizing you don’t have your drawing book in hand your own eyes widen and your heart sinks with panic.

“I-I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have drawn you without your permission and I know you don’t like photos, I’m so so sorry Astro-“

You spilled at nervously, eyes shaking slightly. You felt so terrible, a good partner doesn’t go against boundaries! Why would you do that? You should’ve never made those-

A hand gently setting on your face pulled from your thoughts, you looked up your eyes meeting Astros periwinkle ones.. they had little white spots mimicking stars in them that made you want to fall in love all over again.

“It’s beautiful my moonlight.. I love it..”

He murmured, softly bonking his head with yours.

“Y-you do..? I was worried I’d.. make you uncomfortable”

“I do.. you draw so beautifully love, you made me look divine my dear”

He hums gently, wrapping his other pair of arms around you again, holding you close planting a sweet and short kiss to your head.

“Do you have anymore you can show me..?”

“Mhm”

You nod staring at him with a love filled smile, wrapping your arms around. You’re so glad everything turned out okay, even if it was a little silly..

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Man- I love writing for Astro he’s so just- RAAAHH

[httpvomitello]

Hello, i have a bayverse tmnt request if you don’t mind, i was wondering if you could do the bayverse boys with a younger sibling reader(and by young i mean like their 17 and the reader is like twelve or thirteen) and the reader is like, very chaotic and small, but still really nice.

Hello, hello! Since you didn't really specify whether the sibling would be human or mutant, I decided to leave it as human. I hope you like it anyway! ♡♡♡♡

Keeping You On Your Toes *⁠.⁠✧

The lair was unusually loud that afternoon, and that was saying something considering it was home to four ninja turtles and a lot of chaotic energy. Today, though, the source of the noise wasn’t Mikey’s video games or Raph’s grumbling. It was you—a twelve-year-old ball of chaos and the younger sibling they hadn’t expected to have into their family.

“Y/N, you’re gonna break something!” Leo’s voice echoed as you sprinted across the lair, narrowly avoiding one of Donnie’s workbenches.

“I’m not gonna break anything!” you yelled back, giggling as you climbed onto the back of the couch and perched like a bird. “See? Perfectly balanced.”

The couch tipped slightly, and Donnie looked up with a raised brow. “For now,” he muttered under his breath.

Raph walked in from the kitchen, a slice of pizza in hand, and paused when he saw you. “What the hell are you doin’ up there, short stack?”

“I’m testing my ninja agility!” you said, pretending to strike a dramatic pose.

“More like testing how fast you can fall on your face,” Raph muttered, but his smirk betrayed his amusement.

Ever since Master Splinter adopted you, your life had turned into something straight out of a comic book. Sure, you weren’t a mutant ninja, but you made up for it with sheer determination and enough energy to power the entire city.

Leo tried to keep you in line, but it was a losing battle. You had a knack for finding mischief wherever you went. Like the time you’d accidentally set off one of Donnie’s alarms while trying to “help” in his lab. Or the time you’d convinced Mikey to turn the training room into an obstacle course for one of your games.

Still, you weren’t all chaos and no heart.

“Y/N, you’re so small compared to us,” Mikey teased one day, ruffling your hair as you sat cross-legged on the floor with him.

You puffed out your chest dramatically. “I may be small, but I’m mighty!”

Mikey laughed, falling back against the couch. “Sure, dude... I'll wait for the day you'll be taller than me!”

Later that night, after a rough mission, the boys came back battered and bruised. You stayed up, waiting for them despite Leo’s insistence that you should be asleep. When they trudged in, you rushed to greet them.

“What happened? Are you guys okay?”

“We’re fine, Y/N,” Leo assured you, though he winced as he moved to take off his gear.

You didn’t buy it. Grabbing the first aid kit, you stationed yourself next to Raph, who had a gash on his arm. “Hold still,” you said, your usual energy giving way to focus as you patched him up.

Raph grumbled but let you work. “You’re gettin’ pretty good at this,” he admitted, watching as you secured the bandage.

“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta keep you guys alive,” you teased, but your tone was soft.

One evening, you sat on the couch, squeezed between Raph and Mikey as a movie played on the TV. You’d stolen half of Raph’s pizza, and Mikey was complaining about it when Donnie walked in.

“Hey, Y/N,” Donnie said, holding up something shiny. “You left this in my lab.”

You looked up and grinned. “Oh, thanks, Donnie! I was wondering where that went.”

As he handed you the small gadget, Leo walked in, shaking his head. “Y/N, what did I say about staying out of Donnie’s lab?”

“Uh... not to do it?”

“And yet?”

“And yet I’m adorable, so you can’t stay mad at me,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

Raph burst out laughing, and even Leo had to fight a smile.

“You’re impossible,” Leo said, ruffling your hair as he passed by.

“Yeah, but you love me,” you shot back, leaning into the couch with a satisfied smile.

And he couldn’t argue with that. You were their chaotic, small, and slightly unhinged younger sibling, and they wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.

[king-candybug-backup]

Kill Switch: Part Eight

He had cut her off with a harsh stomp to the ground, the loud crack of the multicoloured road echoing all around them, his tails lashing back and forth as his full height loomed over Vanellope. She couldn’t be sure if it was an attempt at intimidation, but she certainly wouldn’t put it past him. “I’m sorry, since when are you an expert on who I am?” He snarled back, that bug-like warble sneaking its way back into his voice, “You weren’t even alive back then. You don’t know anything.” “Then make it make sense for me! You mean to tell me that you, Turbo, didn’t consider the obvious consequences that doin’ somethin’ that extreme might have? I don’t buy that! I know you ain’t that stupid!” Despite taking notice of that intensifying snarl lurking in the Cy-bug’s chest, Vanellope didn’t let it stop her. “You had to have known how dangerous that was! Why the heck would somebody so crazy full-of-himself ever do something like that? Throwin’ your life away like that?! You coulda died!” “I may as well have!” He regretted snapping back the second those words left his mouth. The second he saw how Vanellope’s expression had changed from a face of disturbed confusion to something else entirely. Something far more shocked, yet with hints of a look he knew all too well on her. That look of pity that he oh, so hated.

Read the full chapter on AO3!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Finally getting into #TheRoadblastersIncident.... The Roadblasters backstory in the movie was honestly one of my biggest pieces of inspiration for Kill Switch as a whole. I won't ramble on about it here, as I explain my view of it in more depth at the end chapter notes, but I hope y'all can still enjoy this chapter for what it is, even if my interpretation of events may not line up with how others might see it. Either way, have some pain and suffering, I guess! Lol (Also I decided to split the Ralph scenes into another chapter because this one was getting long as usual shgdfvjbj, BUT ON THE UP SIDE THAT MEANS NEXT CHAPTER WILL ALSO PROBABLY BE DONE PRETTY SOON DUE TO NOT BEING AS LONG LOL)

ALSO MORE FAN-ART SHOUT-OUTS AAAAAA!!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH, YOU GUYS HAVE FIRED UP MY INSPIRATION LIKE CRAZYYYYY AND TBH HAVE MADE ME WRITE SO MUCH FASTER THESE PAST FEW WEEKS LMAO, I AM IN THE ZONE, MY DUDES 😂

Here is GREAT art of the "Calhoun lowkey squaring up w/ Candybug" scene by the lovely @sweet-treat, as well as Vanny and KCB's Uno scene!

And on the topic of cards, we also have an ADORABLE art of those two with the "Go Fish" part, lol! Courtesy of the wonderful @thegalwhoasked! I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH BOTH OF THEIR CARD GAMES IN ART FORM LMAOOO, THANK YOU <333

And of course, we have this absolutely AWESOME art of Candybug and Sinistar, as well as the scene of Candybug intimidating Calhoun's soldiers, by the spectacular @caleeeeee! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH ALL THESE BEAUTIFUL IMAGES, I LOVE YOU GUYS 😭😭😭

Also gotta credit this beautiful post by @gretelandcat for a lot of inspiration in how the beginning of the Starway scene went!

[princessbrunette]

bodyguard!jj pulling his gun out on someone who’s all up in your face 😳😳 It would be so hot Id probably have to change my panties

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trying to be ‘respectful’ on the job could be a pain in jj’s ass — and he’s not just talking about trying to be professional around you. you were sociable, too sociable, so more times than not the weekend would come and you, millionaire kook-nepo baby turned social media whatever would come dragging your bodyguard anywhere and everywhere that you could.

but like jj always told you, you could take the man out of the cut but you couldn’t take the cut out of the man. it was often his actions would come across brutish, irrational, aggressive— but he did what he could to protect you. maybe he cared about protecting you a little too much, for selfish reasons instead of professional.

he stands a few feet back, giving you your privacy at this networking party you’d dragged him too. don’t get him wrong, he loves a party— when he gets to smoke weed and drink beer. coming to a party strictly to stand there and stare at one girl all night wasn’t exactly his mojo.

his bodyguard senses that he’d gained from working for you started to tingle as he snapped out of his thoughts, eyeing your body language. you were stiff, and whilst your back was to him he somehow knew the exact face you were making. this guy, the asshole you were speaking to was all up in your face, too touchy, a totally weird and off putting vibe. jj didn’t wanna come across as overbearing, but then again — he was doing his job.

he arrives at your side within a millisecond, staring down the guy in your face. “step back a little for me, bro.” he tries to be civil about it all whilst standing his ground, his small unblinking smile a thinly veiled threat. the guy scoffs, clearly off too many of the free champagne flutes being liberally handed out.

“babe, why is the help talking to me?” he sneers, amused and jj’s eyes flutter, taking a deep breath to not cuss him out.

“thats my bodyguard.” you frown, meekly — but you defend jj anyway. that calms him just a tad.

“thats your bodyguard?” he smirks, finally letting go of your arm to stare at jj. “what are you gonna do if i don’t step back, huh?”

the blonde bodyguard is done with the games, whipping his pistol out from its holster and holding it directly to his forehead, collecting a sea of gasps and shrieks from decorum-obsessed party goers. “i’ll light this god damn room up, that’s what i’ll do dude. you gonna step back? or am i gonna have to blow your brains out infront of a pretty girl.”

“jj!” you clutch your glittery necklace, stepping behind him nonetheless. the rich asshole has no idea what hit him, backing away and scurrying off with piss in his overpriced boxers. jj licks his lips casually as he looks around at the scene he caused, tucking the gun back into its holster as he turns to look down at you.

“we done here? think it’s time to peel, unless of course you’d rather be escorted out by the actual security guards. they look pretty mad, so…”

you nod, wordless as you process what just happened, letting him guide you away from the party by the small of your back. maybe it was the champagne talking, but seeing jj protect you like that seemed to go straight to your panties, your thunderous heart beat having nothing on the pulse through your clit. you bite your bottom lip, turning to look up at him as he walks you out the building.

“don’t give me that look. was doin’ my job, cupcake. the dude was pushin’ his luck.”

“i can’t believe you did that.” you let out in a breath, and it’s only then once you get outside into the cool evening air he slows his pace, turning to look at you. his face falls a little, wondering if you were really mad. he says nothing, awaiting his scolding. “i… can’t believe you did that.” you repeat, this time falling into a fit of giggles, covering your mouth.

his brow raises, sizing you up.

“uh, how much of that champagne did you drink?”

“you were really gonna shoot that guy just for standing too close to me?” you’re elated, approaching him with a doe eyed grin looking nothing short of a disney princess. he shrugs, not understanding the hype.

“i mean the guy was practically begging for it.”

“thats so hot.”

“what now?”

“cool, that was so cool.” you correct quickly, stepping back. “thank you.” you smile and he blinks at you at few times, knowing exactly what he heard.

“yeah, don’t sweat it… just doin’ my job, sugar.” he starts to walk you to the car — this time with a smirk on his face that you daren’t question.

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[kindofatheatrekid]

Soft Yandere! Veteran being pegged! (No. You're not on top.)

How long has it been since I promised a male reader pegging this old dude? Uhhhhh... 😢

How about we not think about that and like- uh- focus that it got done? I have absolutely wonderful pookies that motivated me to finish this so let's all thank my lovely alphas for this! I wanted this to be on kinktober but writer's block and all dat- 😄

This has pegging. Which is in the title. It's clearly NSFW. So like-

MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI.

Alright! Now that that's all said and done! Enjoy fucking this old man!

TWs: overstimulation, condescending behavior towards reader, cum play, nipple play, I think that's it- comment if I forgot something pls-

WORD COUNT: 1.6K

KINKTOBER DAY ONE: TEMPERATURE PLAY

Pleasure. That’s the only thing you could possibly be thinking of right now. With your dick shoved into his ass, yet he was the one in full control of this situation. It didn’t matter that it was your hands on his hips— no. Your hands were just finding a place to grab onto while he rides you like he’s trying to drain you dry of both cum and life. This had to be why he looked like a silver fox, right? Stealing the vitality of the poor youth that got caught in his seductive ways. Which, in this case, was unfortunately and fortunately you. It was so warm inside him, the slowly cooling water only accentuating just how much more warmer he was— both from the soft walls that were clenching onto your dick like a vice, and from his skin. The wrinkled, aged skin that only made him even hotter in your eyes. White mixed with black hair on his arms just like his head.

Your eyes tear up from the sheer euphoria he was giving you, tongue almost shamelessly lolling as your mouth stayed open. If it wasn’t for that familiar, irritatingly enchanting glint in the old man’s eyes— moan after loud moan would have been falling off your kiss-bitten lips by now.

Speaking of lips, the reason for your current dilemma was now sliding his thumb over your bruised lower lip. His other hand goes to caress your cheek, the warmth forcing a groan to slip from you without warning. He notices the drool that threatened to leak, using it to coat your dry lips— dry from the heavy breaths you forced yourself to take as he rode you.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckles out as you try to focus a glare on him, pathetically failing due to your vision blurring from the incoming tears. His hips suddenly slam down onto you; a brash, animalistic noise leaving you as you’re buried down to the hilt.

Heaven. This must be what heaven felt like.

Your hands scramble to grab onto his hips, grip almost bruising as if he was the only thing grounding you to reality right now. The almost hypnotic grinding of his groin towards yours not helping with the way your mind wanted to shut down immediately. The cool water, the heat from your combined breaths, the way his hands left trails of fire with every inch they grope your skin— there was just so much for your poor brain to handle.

It honestly felt like you were being used as a dildo with how little work you were doing for maximum pleasure. To be honest, you would happily live your days out as his dildo if that was a choice. His raging hard-on kept on rubbing against your stomach, pre-cum and bath water slick on your skin.

Water droplets dripped down from your hair as you chewed on your lower lip— eyes laser-focused on his cock. His cock that you wanted to touch and feel in your hands. Your left hand lets go of his hip just for it to tentatively stroke his neglected dick; the heat in your palm making you shiver in the water. Thumb slowly tracing circles along the slit of its head, pre-cum continuously dripping down to your wrist and into the already cloudy cold water.

You didn’t want to be the only one losing their head, determined to make him fall into this mindless pleasure you were presently in too. You wanted him to bear himself out like you were doing, to show you the raw, primal instincts that you also had. To the point where manners would be shoved aside, and the two of you would just take and take from each other.

His pace noticeably slows down at the growing pressure of your strokes— hand slowly, yet purposefully, running down his entire length. Fingers smearing the thin fluids along the veined skin, feeling it throbbing in your hands. You could hear the way his heart quickens to the same -if not faster- pace of yours, could see the lust-induced haze in the corners of his eyes.

You use this chance to buck your hips up without warning, relishing in the way his throat hitched. Hand reaching down to squeeze his aching balls that were full of cum ready to be released. Your own cock twitched inside him, not faring better than him— overstimulated, needy, desperate: those were the words that could perfectly describe your deafening thoughts at the moment.

Right when you think that you’ve managed to win this unspoken game between the two of you, his lips curve up into a grin. His eyes held a knowing glint, as if he could read what was exactly on your mind right now— it felt like he was stripping you with his gaze despite your nudity. Crow’s feet deepened while his eyes held an obvious twinkle of mischief.

You should’ve remembered that unspoken games have unspoken rules.

He brings his roughened hands up from the water, skin ice-cold from being in the water for too long. His hands sensually slide up your body -your warm skin prickling from the cold- until they stay on your chest. He could probably feel how hard your heart was pumping right now, wrinkled palm right on top of it. Your eyes meet: calm meeting with panicked, smug meeting with wary.

Rule #1: He’ll always be in charge.

Your back arches when his weathered fingers pinch your nipples— senses confused as warmth floods inside your body, yet everything outside is cold. A gasp-like moan involuntarily leaves your lips, lips formed into an o-shape as your grip on his cock tightens reflexively. A deep groan escaping him as well from the squeeze, cool fingers still refusing to stop as he twisted your nipples almost painfully.

Another, louder, moan is forced out from your vocal cords when his head dips down— lips clamped onto one of your nipples, rough stubble grazing against your wet skin. You couldn’t help but come when his hot tongue swirls around the sensitive nub, teeth grazing against the already tortured skin. Eyes rolled back once again for what felt like the hundredth time. Your other nipple, receiving the same cruel treatment with his icy fingers. He definitely felt when you came; the water significantly more opaque as your cum dripped down his thighs and into the tub you were both in. Your cock still painfully hard in him despite coming just a few seconds ago.

Rule #2: You’re the bitch. Not him.

His eyelashes flutter when he finally releases your nipple from his soft lips, fingers already tweaking it before you could even sigh in relief. Your hand quickly lets go of his cock to grab onto his steel reinforced hips for bearing again— forehead pressed against his chest as you whine for him to stop.

“Why are you moaning, лапочка? I’m the one with your dick in my ass so why are you acting like our positions are reversed, little one?” Fuck. His dirty talk only made you want to beg him for more.

Your moans only get louder as he pulls on your nipples, drool pouring out from your lips like you were a brainless zombie— lips unable to remain closed. Shivers ran across your entire body, body trembling from both the cold and your overused cock. You were sure that you were only shooting blanks by now, every pathetic squirt easily seeping into the cloudy bathwater. You’d need to take a shower afterwards to clean all the come off you.

Rule #3: Don’t ever expect to walk after he’s done.

A choked whimper leaves you when he finally pulls himself off you agonizingly slow, your limbs feeling like jelly by now. You didn’t resist when he brought you into his arms, mind a slurry of contradicting sensations and abused instincts. Your eyelids drooping when he captures your lips in his, the kiss a slow, but careful one— everything he did had a reason and was meticulously planned out. A likely habit from his youth.

“You did so well, Солнце. Such a good boy for me. I’m so proud of you~” He croons out in a heavy voice, peppering kisses all along your face as his scarred hands snake up to your neck— his touch tender as he strokes your warming face. His own, ignored, cock still stiff and raised while he pampered you with the kisses you desperately needed right now. Your voice just whines for more of his attention, arms wrapping around his cold body to pull you closer to him.

The two of you just stay in the chilled bathwater for a moment, clinging onto each other for warmth as your labored breaths become background white noise. His lips trail down to your neck, pressing kisses onto your frigid skin— your breath hitching as his tongue slips out to run a fiery trail of saliva up to your jawline. An almost hissed out groan leaving his lips when he tastes the cold salt on your skin.

His eyes looked practically feral at this point, licking his lips clean of your taste before he crashed his lips onto yours to share what he thought was his own heaven. Swallowing down all your moans and whimpers like a starving man who finally got a feast laid out in front of him.

He reluctantly breaks from the kiss for the both of you to breathe. His hot breaths harsh on your skin as he leans his lips closer to your ear— whispering at a volume where you could only hear even if there was no one else around you two. A little secret that only you would know with him.

“As sweet as ever, Милый.”

Translation:

Солнце = sunshine

лапочка = sweetie pie / cutie

Милый = dear / darling

A/N:

Damn. I honestly didn't think this pegging would win. It was honestly included as both a joke and the consequence of staying up too late for too many consecutive nights... (Y'ALL TORTURED ME. THIS WAS SO HARD TO KEEP THIS OLD MAN'S HOLIER THAN THOU ATTITUDE WHILE BEING RAMMED!!) 😟

There. Y'all got to fuck the old dude. Happy now?? But anyways please comment anything you want me to do. (It'll take time, though. I'm not chat GTP okay?) 😩

Just no vomit, scat, and the works okay? Golden showers are a hell no too. Look. I'm not going to kink shame here, but I cannot write anything like that due to my BOUNDARIES. Non-con, baby trapping, and other dark matters are fine. I love that shit. But yeah. Maybe I'll make another OC, maybe not. It really depends on my mood. 😘

AUTHOR OUT! 😌

[ranhaitanisgf]

Can I please request the love at first sight trope and seven minutes in heaven for Mikey :) (just an idea but maybe he sees her forms a crush and stuff then he invite her to a party hosted by toman) also I absolutely love your writing I've been binge reading!

— manjiro [mikey] sano // love at first sight // seven minutes in heaven

☆ ˎˊ˗ hi anon !! thank you for requesting for my event !! i'm ngl i did nawt kno what i was doin w this ... just kinda cranked this out lawl ... hopefully you all will enjoy anyways !! xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ fem!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.1k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

you are so nervous right now. 

“hey, don’t worry about it! everyone’s going to love you!” 

“right…” you replied, still feeling nervous as you and mikey stood outside the door. 

you had been confused when mikey first talked to you on one of the rare days he came to school, and you were even more confused when he had invited you to hang out after school. you had only ever spoken to him in passing, so when he invited you to go eat out with him, you were sure that he was trying to play you. 

at first, you didn’t fall for his wily tricks, even when he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder when he was taking the train home with you, (yeah, you definitely didn’t think it was cute…nope…). you had been suspicious of him, wondering if perhaps he’d been dared to try and get you to fall for him, (unfortunately, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened). 

however, when he confessed to you, things changed. 

you hadn’t seen it coming at all, but he casually admitted to having feelings for you while the two of you were walking to get food one day, saying that he immediately had thought you were one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever seen. 

“i’m flattered mikey, but you can stop it now…”

“huh?” 

“you’re probably doing this on a dare, right?” you sighed, furrowing your brows. “you can stop pretending to like me now.” 

“(y/n)-chan, you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen in my life.” mikey responded, his face dead serious. 

“w-what?! stop! how could that even be true?!” 

“it is true. you can choose to not believe me, but i’ll keep telling you until you accept it.”

since that day, you’d been unsure of how to feel about him. you really wanted to believe him and accept that he liked you, but at the same time, you were too scared that he might be trying to prank you. he really did keep his promise of telling you every single day though, which was slowly starting to convince you. 

and so, here you were. 

he had been bugging you to come to a party with all his friends, saying that he wants everyone to meet the girl that stole his heart, (it was a cheesy line, but it made you feel all fuzzy inside). when you finally accepted the invitation, you knew you wouldn’t be able to back out of this when you saw the excited smile on his face. 

“you ready?” mikey asked, bringing you back to the present. he was looking at you with a soft smile, calming your nerves a bit. 

“yeah.” with a nod, mikey opened the door, leading the two of you inside to where everyone was. as soon as everyone caught sight of the two of you, they were immediately staring, making you fidget with a lock of your hair as you stood next to mikey. were you supposed to say something?

also, why were they all sitting in a circle. 

“mikey, good timing! we were gonna play seven minutes in heaven!” a boy with pink hair piped up, (why was he smiling so much?). 

“hah…? everyone here is dudes…” mikey stated, obviously confused. “i thought we were gonna play monopoly!” 

“well, you’re right, so you and your lady friend can go first!!” a boy with long black hair suggested, suddenly standing up and walking towards the two of you. “you don’t mind, right?” he asked you. 

“uh, i suppose not…” you responded, feeling a bit confused as to what was going on. when you looked at mikey, you could tell that he had something he wanted to say to everyone, but didn’t, instead just staring at them with a deadpan face. 

“well, since there’s no complaints, let’s get this started!” someone yelled out, making everyone cheer. without a moment to spare, the boy with black grabbed both of your arms with a gentle yet firm grip, dragging you and mikey towards a nearby closet.  

“oi, just whaddya think you’re-!” 

“shaddup, mikey, you’ll thank us later!”

before you could even think to question what you had just agreed to, the two of you were pushed into the closet, a click! sound coming from the doorknob, leaving you and mikey in darkness. 

“uh…what just happened?” you hesitantly asked. you could hear mikey sighing, beginning to knock on the door. it was to no avail though; they had turned the music back on, blocking out his voice to the outside world. 

“buncha idiots…” he muttered. “it’s okay, they’re just playing a prank, so let’s play along!” he said. through the darkness, you could see him sitting down, gesturing for you to sit down as well.

when you sat down next to him, you weren’t sure what to say. you had been really nervous to come inside and meet everyone, but now you were nervous because you were in this enclosed and dark space, very close to mikey, (you weren’t nervous he was going to do anything, you were just nervous that…actually, you’re going to be too flustered if you think about that). 

“by the way, (y/n)-chan, you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever laid eyes on.” 

“h-huh? why’re you saying that now?” 

“well, i haven’t said it today, right?” mikey asked, seeming to be thinking for a moment. “i don’t think so…” your heart was starting to beat faster; of course, he’d been saying that to you since he’d confessed, but being in such close proximity to him in this situation was making you feel more and more convinced of his feelings. 

“...mikey, you…” you started, your eyes dropping to stare at your fingers in your lap. “you’re the best person i’ve ever met. i really like you.” you finally let out, shutting your eyes in anticipation. 

maybe i shouldn’t have said that…

“woah, seriously…?” you heard him say. you slowly opened your eyes, glancing over at mikey beside you. 

he was looking at you with the most childish and excited expression; you could almost see the sparkles in his eyes as his lips were curled into the most boyish and cute smile you’ve ever seen. 

“are you serious right now? you’re not joking?!” he asked, his voice shaking with nervousness and excitement. 

“no, i wouldn’t joke about that…” you murmured, smiling shyly at him. 

he suddenly moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your frame tightly as you pulled you close to himself, his face buried in your neck. 

“ahh, i’m so happy right now…” he said, his voice low and soft, (you were trying to not focus on the fact that you could feel his breaths against your skin). 

hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around him as well, relishing in the way that he held you a bit tighter, as if he was never going to let you go. it felt like there was nothing that could affect you while in his arms; all you knew was mikey. 

“thank you for trusting me, (y/n)-chan.”

[miss-tc-nova]

With Reckless Choices - Leona Kingscholar x Reader Pt 15

We do love some Ruggie on this blog and I think he's learned a lot about Leona given how long they've been friends.

Premise: Ruggie is done with Leona's shit

Words: 1,503

Music Inspirations: If You Died Today - Natalie Jane

~~~Persistent~~~

               “Yo, Leona, I got your dinner. Looks pretty good today.”

               Into the lion’s den strolls his trusty hyena. In his hands, he holds a plate garnished with the finest suya served alongside grilled vegetables, all cooked to perfection by the palace’s illustrious chefs. At least the meat would be intriguing, if only Leona was in the mood to eat.

               Leona’s sloth has only persevered since the encounter that ruined his team practice. His head has been in utter turmoil, replaying each word over and over and over—wondering if any of it was true. Then he remembers who he is and recognizes that it must’ve been lies. That person probably just wanted a few more good turns of his foolish desire before dropping him again. So he continues on this path, knowing if he did anything, he would probably end up cut even deeper. Besides, it’s not like he has anything worth living for anymore.

               Leona, lying on his bed, turns his back. “Go away.”

               “C’mon. I know you didn’t eat breakfast or lunch. Hell, have you even gotten out of bed at all today?”

               “Leave me alone.”

               “You can’t keep doin’ this, dude. You’ve lost weight, your stamina sucks, and you sleep waaay more than you used to.”

               Leona doesn’t even deign to respond, to which Ruggie sighs. The plate clinks as it meets the nightstand.

               “How long are you gonna keep moping? Nothin’s gonna get better if you just stay in your room.”

               Leona feels his irritation bristling. “Nobody asked you.”

               “Nobody has to; it’s so obvious I was sure the great Leona Kingscholar would’ve known better.”

               “Oh fuck off. I don’t need your shit.”

               “Look man, we both know you’re not over it. But can you please just—”

               That’s it. Leona’s sitting up, glaring. With all his fury, he utters two words.

               “Get. Out.”

               A blonde brow arches, not even amused. “Or what? You might actually get out of bed?”

               He does. Stumbling somewhat, the second prince gets to his feet and snags the front of Ruggie’s shirt.

               “Shut up! I still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you pulled at practice!”

               The gall this hyena has grown these past few years is incredible. “For what? Givin’ you a chance to fix your relationship?”

               “There is no relationship!”

               It doesn’t take much to pry Leona’s hands from his shirt. “Then why are you still keeping the secret? Why are you still holding on to these stupid souvenirs from your dates? Why am I still making payments on that stupid—”

               Leona snaps, with a roar. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

               Ruggie isn’t even phased, looking more annoyed than anything.

               “Geeze, and here I thought you were supposed to be clever. You really went downhill.”

               He can’t very well hit Ruggie. Or at least he shouldn’t. But his mind and emotions are so frazzled, he’d probably miss anyway. Still, this isn’t fair. He just wants to be left alone, but here’s this snarky mutt antagonizing him over things he already knows.

               “I’m just sick and tired of being picked last, okay?!” Seven, how he hates that his vision’s blurring.

               Ruggie give a look of disbelief. “Last?! How were you picked last?! Someone with a higher profile than you, who could probably have anyone in the world, who is married to one of the strongest mages in the world, came to you! In public! To try an’ fix things! And you think you’re last?!”

               “I’m not the one who got married!”

               “Dude! You’re talkin’ about the spouse of Malleus Draconia! Wouldn’t you be afraid that he’d hurt someone if you upset him?! What if that person you loved died just so he could get back at you? What if it was your fault?”

               Leona’s teeth grit together as he drags an arm across his face. It’s true these things were said to him before, but from Ruggie—a third party who hadn’t even witnessed all the chaos—Leona’s refusal to believe that someone actually cared now seems irrational.

               The weary lion sits back down. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

               “Bull shit, it doesn’t matter anymore. That person is still proving that you mean something. And I sure as hell know you still care too. But you’d rather be sulkin’ around your room like a sad puppy because someone was tryin’ to protect you and you didn’t like it? I mean, come on. Sure, it’s fucked up to be chasing someone already married, but I never saw you as happy than when you were dating. And if I had to hazard a guess, Malleus’s orders didn’t change anything.”

               Daring to lift his gaze, Leona finds his friend, a genuine smile on his face.

               “So are you gonna get up and do somethin’? Or do I gotta drag you outta bed by your feet like I used to?”

               In defeat, Leona holds his tongue, still trying to pull himself together. Meanwhile, Ruggie sits beside him.

               “You know, it was kinda crazy just how happy you were. I didn’t think anyone could make you put effort into anything, but there you were, planning trips, mailing packages, and sending letters. Never thought I’d see you smitten, but man, were you hooked.”

               If Leona had one friend in the world, it was Ruggie.

               “I was happy for you.”

               However, Leona’s ear snags on a single word.

               “Letters?”

               “Yeah. Kifaji has me send big bags of letters for him now and then. Sometimes there were letters to Briar Valley. Weren’t those from you? You know you coulda just asked me instead of goin’ to that stick in the mud.”

               It clicks.

               Without a word, Leona is back on his feet, throwing the door open and storming out. He shouldn’t do this; he should bide his time and wait for the right moment to strike back. But he’s acting on sheer impulse. It doesn’t take long to find the man on the floor below, ambling the hall.

               “KIFAJI!”

               The grand chamberlain has just enough time to turn to address the prince when a fist slams against his face, sending him sprawling into the wall.

               “You son of a bitch!”

               “P-Prince Leona…” He’s caught between stunned and in pain. “What in the Sevens’ names are you doing?!”

               “You fucking snitch!”

               “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The fact he’s more concerned with straightening his robe than looking the lion in the eye says he does.

               “Don’t lie to me! It was you who went tattling to Malleus!”

               The chamberlain’s lips purse. “Do you realize what shame you could have brought to the Sunset Savana? What danger you could have wrought upon its people? You could have started a war.”

               “I don’t care! These people don’t even like me!”

               “Leona—”

               “All my life they looked down on me! Don’t act like they didn’t! Always talking behind my back! And now because of them—because of you—the only person I actually loved is married to someone else!” With his fists in the elder’s shirt, Leona shoves Kifaji against the wall. “Are you listening to me?! IT’S YOUR FAULT!”

               “Wait Leona! Laugh with me!”

               Hands tremble, fighting against the magic, but ultimately release his victim. He’s forced to take a few steps back, granting Kifaji space to compose himself.

               “I was doing what was best. Not just for this nation, but for you too.” Maybe there’s a hint of honesty in his eyes, but Leona doesn’t care. “You had to know that nothing good would come from a relationship like that.”

               Maybe he’s right. It’s given Leona grief like no pain ever has before. Yet it’s given him so much more. He had happiness, hope for a future, and real love. For a while, his life wasn’t just a grey screen passing by; it was something he actually wanted to live. Perhaps he’s ruined his chances of ever having that again, but there’s still a chance—a slim one, but a chance all the same.

               And Leona is nothing, if not persistent.

               “I probably woulda believed that when I was kid. But you’re no better than the rest of ‘em—all you care about is the royal image.” Leona feels the release of Ruggie’s magic, now composed despite still burning with rage. “You no longer serve me in any capacity. If my brother has any business with me, you go through my new chamberlain, got it?”

               Kifaji’s mouth opens, unable to come up with any words.

               “And the next time you stick your nose in my business, I’ll break it. You hear me?”

               With that, the lion leaves the disowned servant standing in the hall.

               His best friend catches up. “Can you do that?”

               “I just did.”

               “Yeah but…” There’s no point in arguing. “Hey I’m sorry for…I-I didn’t—”

               “I know. You wouldn’t be the first. So as punishment…”

               Ruggie’s ears downturn, shoulders tensing.

               “…You have to deal with him instead of me.”

               The hyena stops dead in his tracks for a second, getting left behind.

               “Wait, WHAT?!”

~~~~~

Part 16

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[neon--nightmare]

I've been looking back at your rambles about Fresh again and I wanted to ask for if you have any thoughts about 2.0 and esp about the like, if the threat of potential replacement was real even if 2.0 didn't understand how it worked- because I don't think that realistically "we" the people watching would replace Fresh for having feelings, but I do sometimes wonder if maybe you could interpret future versions of Fresh as... Who knows, maybe 2.0 DID win. Maybe even he was replaced eventually too

OHHH ANON I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS I HAVE TO CHOP MY REPLY UP INTO TWO POSTS. YOUR BRAIN IS MASSIVE (ALSO AAHH IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME THAT PPL LIKE MY ANALYSIS!!! i love these goobers and their dynamic i need to share them with the world <3)

dude something so genuinely. interestin to me about the idea of 2.0 replacing fresh? nobody else in the multiverse would ever know. he acts the same, looks the same, talks the same, and since he was watchin 1.0 the whole time with the higher ups? he could easily fake having all of fresh’s memories without even breakin a sweat!

it’s never been specified if any other outcodes know about fresh’s whole thing, whether the higher-ups and general ‘creators’ are different in the context of the story or if it’s all just us, and since fresh keeps every single thing, every single ‘vulnerability’ and all facts abt his life that aren’t SICKNASTY COOL RADICAL SWAGGY!!! insanely close to his chest (except for one scenario we know of, pacifrisk + possibly some of those at loveball i don’t have the full logs </3) (p.s. 2.0 called pacifrisk 1.0’s sibling in a mocking way AND IT MAKES ME WAUH :( they were like siblings,,) nobody would just. ever know, unless 2.0 told them directly.

bc 2.0 is such a good actor, it’d take someone intimately familiar and close with 1.0 to spot any of the minuscule differences or cracks in his facade that couldn’t just be chalked up to.. fresh bein fresh, unpredictable and WACKY and weird and ever-changing (tho he’s actually way more predictable than he thinks, when emotions aren’t involved) and that thought makes me CRAZY.

1.0’s worst fears coming true and he takes it all to his grave to be replaced by one of only ones he could truly hate with his limited emotions, a copy of himself. and so the snake eats its own tail and the cycle continues, repeating on and on and on, fresh 3.0, fresh 4.0, the same song and dance of fixing the mistakes of the last before succumbing, messing up in one way or another. 5.0, 6.0, 7.0, 8.0, the metaphorical blood of their predecessors marking every step they take, forced to follow the steps to the letter. be more brutal, more funny, corrupt worlds faster and faster, never, ever stop to rest, or you’ll end up like those before you, waiting for the next wearing your face and name. knowing the limits more than anyone, their gods demanding perfection, no more, no less.

until the last higher-ups get bored, or decide to move onto something, someone new. no peace, no ‘justice,’ no mercy. and so it goes, and so it goes.

anyways since fresh 1.0 has 1990s furbies fresh 2.0 should have a 2006 purple funky furby he takes everywhere especially since the funky furby has a semi similar level of ridiculous rarity that fresh 1.0’s signature kid cuisine furby has IN THIS ESSAY,

(fresh 2.0 2005 furby manifesto under the cut! I'M DOIN IT!! and then it got very sad for him because i got carried away AGAIN uh oh,)

look at this little guy this is 2.0 all over!!!

also the 2005 furbies being made to replace the 1990s furbies once their sales were waning and keep up on current trends (specifically furreal friends at the time!) only to be discontinued and scrapped only a year or two into production.. and most people nowadays remember and love the first though technically less 'advanced' version of the furbies. while 2005s tend to be overlooked by the public at large as just a cliffnote. the metaphors write themselves bro!!!

they're also generally a lot more fragile (mostly based on my little black and white fellow from personal experience) than the original older furbies! their beaks are covered with rubber that degrades and rips very easily over time vs the original yellow plastic beaks, and they can move and stomp their feet vs the nonmoving fabric paws but those also have a tendency to break off! my 2005 boy is missin one of his feet and his beak rubber is gone but i love him..... his name is gizmo (because i was obsessed with both furbies and Gremlins (1984) as a kid) but ANYWAYS,

THE IDEA OF 2.0 actually breakin way more quickly than fresh 1.0 is smth i literally didn't think about until right this second but oh my god that's so compelling to me. idea - he thought he was better, immune to making the same mistakes, tying his self-worth to being BETTER than his predecessor - but when he crashes hard, he absolutely panics. he knows what he has to do, he knows he has to fix himself as fast as possible, he knows his deadline is coming soon and he's going to meet the same fate as the version of himself he gleefully replaced.

but his anxiety and frantic tries to prove he's still useful only make the fact that he's falling apart all the more obvious!! while he tries to push himself harder and harder! while in the weird limbo of refusing to admit to himself how bad his emotions and emotional spiral is becoming, because acknowledging it would open the floodgates and he'd break down completely - plus, look at what happened to 1.0 when he admitted his weakness! but on the other hand, he's struggling for his life to keep going on as if everything is fine in the face of absolute overwhelming terror, sadness felt for the first time, misery, unable to concentrate as his mind is rebelling against him, slipping up and tripping over his words as he tries to put up the image of the perfect parasite he was made to be.

look, see, he's trying! he's fixing it, he's going to make it better! just give him a little more time, please, just a little longer! he can fix it, he can fix himself, he's different, he can fix all the problems he's caused, he just needs a little more time.

should he run? can he ever escape from his creators, those fickle things practically his gods? where in the multiverse can he go that he wouldn't find himself? who would take him in? 2.0 cries for the first time, that day, and it sinks in that there's truly no going back.

some nights, jolting awake, chest heaving, 2.0 swears he can hear the echos of 1.0 laughing at him. fresh was right, after all. 2.0 really wasn't any better than him.

[rain-in-the-clouds]

I know this isn’t what I’d normally post, but I’m having transformers brain rot and need to just blah. Anyhow, I’m writing a one shot cus bring rot, and doin my normal thing or drawing what I’m writing, and I’ve hit the square wall. I love drawin the bots, but I always feel like I’m puttin to much effort into the details. But this time, idk I’m happy, but cautious. What do y’all think? They’ll be a snip if from the one shot at the end.

Eh? I like it so far. One shot peek below!

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Inside the Bunker sat all the bots and humans on the makeshift furniture, gathered together, sharing stories from their time apart, history of both Cybertron and earth. Bee sat with Charlie on the 'human couch' close by his side, a loose servo wrapped around her waist; Sari was on the opposite side, laying on her back with her head propped up on Bee's leg. On the largest 'couch' sat Optimus, Prowl and Bulkhead, Miko was still on his shoulder, but Sam was at his desk on the platform a few feet above (he was bombarding Prowl with all the data he'd collected while they were gone) Jack was also sitting on the platform, his legs swinging out over the edge, Chromia leaning on the wall besides him; something they'd always do to talk and be at eye level. Arcee stood next to the couch's armrest, idly talking to both Bulkhead and Chromia. Mirage was standing a bit off from the group, leaning against the wall that shares the door, optics near burning a hole into the concrete with how deep in thought he was; only brought out of it by Bee chucking an empty paint can at the mech, a whining buzz emitting from his voice box, almost a chuckle.

“What'd'er you tryin' t'do man, make me look worse?” The joke had Bee shaking his head and rolling his optics. But Mirage was admittedly lost in his own helm.

Optimus saw straight through it. “Thinking about Noah?” Mirage optics widened for a split second before he sighed to himself.

“Just missin' the action the dude brought.” Mirage still played it off, though his friends know him well enough that they dropped the subject. However Prime still held that signature look of concern.

But the group stopped in their conversing when the familiar sound of a car pulling into the cave garage called their attention to the Bunker's entrance. But no one came through. Sari, like the rest of the group, followed the sounds with her gaze till it stopped just above the platform. The teen furrowed her brows together, wondering what exactly Y/n was doing now; in this vein of thought, she sprung up from her spot, ran to the front entrance and smacked the lever to shut the door before running up the platform stairs and into the small hidden house. Despite the optics and eyes on her, she bounded forward until she was in the middle of the kitchen. Bee stole a glance to Charlie, who simply shrugged, also puzzled by their daughters antics.

[themostsanebug]

hey hi i was planning on sharing this to dsaf confessions but since. that place is where drama DWELLS in the fandom i will not be doin so and instead keeping this on my blog teehee. so. WOE dsaf identity/ship hcs be upon ye!!!!

jack kennedy; sorry guys. i hit this fucker with the trans beam.... (transmasc agender) he/him pronouns. he is!!! also aroace!!!! romance neutral, sex favorable! he fucks but doesnt necessarily do it because he finds them hot. he also tried to date. several times and that didnt work. he dated dave and roger briefly and broke up with both of them. he still refuses to acknowledge hes not straight and in fact doesnt love anyone. yeah hes. autistic too.

dave miller; GENDERFLUID!!!! MASC-PRESENTING!!!! he fucks with mostly he/him pronouns but any work he could care less. terms and stuff of the like depend on what mood hes in. sometimes he likes to be called a girl and will be very happy if ya do so!!!! pansexual!!! personally think its for the best hes not polyamorous but. sorry chat get hit with my dave x roger propaganda but he loves that orange phone. in my eyes hes more chill after breaking up with jack!!!! he also doesnt like jack all too much anymore though..... doessss he see roger in a similar light to jack? just a lil.... roger being orange doesnt help. but hes not. AS obsessive. he also has!!! audhd!!! 2 me at least.

steven stevenson; t. transman... canonically gay so that remains!!!!! the same!!!!! he/it/fox pronouns in my heart. he just says he/him if you ask though. also. autism. hes autisitic. i see him with jake now..... my ass could not escape the liminalspace propaganda.... are most of these based on his askblog? yeah!!! do i care? no!!!

dee kennedy; cis female!!!! she is aroace and and in my heart bow uses she/bow pronouns because i said so. i COULD see her wanting a platonic relationship with another ghost kid though!!!!!! so mayhaps platonic attraction?

peter kennedy; transman. woah wonder how often thats gonna show up here!!!! he/him and he’s bicurious!!!! mainly because it makes sense to me. hes kissed a man before he got married.

harry fitzgerald; ttt. transman transman t- sorry. i cant restrain myself most of them are transmen. BUT!!!! he’s polyamorous and omnisexual with a masc-leaning preference!!!!! he/they pronouns!!!! yayay!!!!!! theyre dating. roger and and walt!!!!

jake wilson; giggles. guys you would NOT be able to guess this but hes trans too. shes just built different. WOE GENDERQUEER TRANSFEM JAKE BE UPON YE!!!!! she/he pronouns and and hes gay too!!!!! i heart breaking gender stereotypes with my headcanons. shes dating steven giggles.

roger jones; TRANSMASC BLURGENDER!!!!! is that me self projecting??? absolutely. he/it pronouns and and he’s bisexual and polyamorous!!!!! its also autistic.... he is dating harry and dave!!!!! yay!!!!!!!

walt grouse; cis male!!!!! woah i think hes like. the first on this list. any pronouns he doesnt give two shit call him whatever you want. he is!!!! also implaromantic/sexual!!!!! he gave up he couldnt find a label that fit him so that was his last resort. he is dating harry because rarepairs i love you rarepairs.

rebecca; cis female!!!! probably a straight ally!!! she/her pronouns but i can see her being fine with gender neutral terminology being used on her!!!! she is also not dating anyone!!!!!

henry miller; henrys just a guy. a dude. but also not? oddly enough, i agree with the interpretation that henry is gendervoid and that henry doesnt use pronouns but just henrys name!!!!! thank you chribs for that. also dont see henry being particularly romantic or sexual? so aroace in the sense that henry is romance and sex repulsed.

THATS ALL FEEL FREE TO THROW ROCKS AT ME.......

[s1eep-o]

Hey! Hope your having a good day!! I was wondering if you could do something with a Dave Grohl (early foo fighters) x sunshine fem reader who’s also the lead singer of a band? Like they meet and she doesn’t realize who his is but he’s freaking out inside? Just some cute fluff. Sorry if that’s too much!!

-🔮

AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA *smooches your head*

A/N: OMG i am so sorry this came out so late! i have been so lazy and i didn't know what i should write, but hopefully this checks your boxes on you list!

warnings: cursing, smoking (brief mention), and drinking (brief mention). inform me if there are more.

pairing: earlyff!dave grohl x leadsinger!sunshine!fem!reader. ( i don’t rlly like the y/n thing so i gave her a name if ya don’t mind)

It was 1998 and the Foo Fighters were attending a music festival to promote their newest album, The Colour and the Shape. All the bands and their tour buses have just arrived at the festival grounds and a young Dave Grohl was exploring the place when he saw her, “Oh my god..” but before he could get a chance to say hi, you were gone. He practically ran back to the bus, “Oh my god, T. You will not believe who I just saw.” Taylor was lounging on the couch, “Huh?” He answered groggily, “Aurora fucking Sparks, the lead singer from Velvet Ecstasy!” He was basically jumping up and down like a little child.

Taylor jumped from his spot on the couch, “You’re fucking joking Dave.” Taylor said in disbelief, “T you gotta believe me, man. Let’s go look for her dude!” He grabbed Taylor’s shoulders and started shaking him. “Who knows, maybe you could even get her number. I heard they’re rehearsing right now.” Taylor smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at his friend while they exited the bus.

“Okay good work, I think we should just turn up Donny’s mic up a little and it’ll be perfect.” Aurora said to the band, she looked off to the side looking for a stage tech but instead saw a brunette and a blonde watching the band. She walked over to the pair and noticed how they were completely starstruck, “Hey, I’m Aurora. Are you guys the stage techs?” She asked with a soft smile. “No we’re uhm actually in a band.. we just came to watch- we’re huge fans.” Dave said nervously, basically stumbling over all his words. “Oh! Well thank you, what’s your band name?” Dave was so shocked about having a conversation with her that he was silent so Taylor had so speak up, “What he’s trying to say is that we’re in a band called Foo Fighters, we’re actually promoting our second album!” Taylor told her enthusiastically, “Wow, Foo Fighters? I think you guys are actually opening for us!” She replied.

Later that night.

“Calm down Dave, we’ve done this a bunch of times.” Pat told him, putting a hand on his shoulder as an attempt to calm his nerves. "It's not his performance that's making him nervous," Chris piped up "It's who's watching." This earned a laugh from the rest of the boys except for Dave. "You guys are up." A stage tech came by and informed the group, they all got up and came together in a small circle and all mumbled a little goodluck prayer.

"We are Foo Fighters and this is a song from our new album!" All the nerves Dave previously had dissipated, being on the stage made him feel amazing. Little did he know he also had that same effect on those who watched. From the side of the stage Aurora watched in awe, "Rory, what are ya doin man- we're doing our pre-concert ritual!" Her bandmate, Hannah yelled at her over the music. "Sorry Han, I got a little distracted. I'll be right there!."

"Hey guys!" Aurora said, out of breath standing in the doorway of the green room. "Look who decided to show up!" Donny said from the leather couch, "Someone was a little distracted by the opening band, eh?" Ricky chuckled. "To be fair, they are really good! I'm surprised I've never heard of them before.." Aurora said as she picked up her guitar and plopped down onto the couch. Strumming some chords on the guitar as the band was having a normal conversation, "So Aurora, you and Grohl, huh?" Ricky asked, "Me and Grohl? What do ya mean Ricky?” Aurora asked curiously, “Oh cmon Rory, I saw how you were ogling him just now!” Hannah exasperated. “Hey man, if ya ever get close you should hook me up with one of his bandmates.” she joked as she got close to Auroras face, “No way man!” Aurora replied, sticking her tongue out.

“Hey you guys are up.” said one of the stage directors. The band all stood in a small circle and put their hands into the center of the circle, letting out a little holler before leaving the room. Everyone was on stage, Aurora began to walk up the steps to join them, but someone grabbed her arm. "Uh- hey Rory, is that okay if I call you Rory?" Dave stammered out, Aurora just smiled sweetly and gave him a curt nod. "Well, Rory- good luch out there! You probably don't need it but, yeah." He replied, trying to seem as chill as possible. "Thank you, Dave!" Rory shouted out over the cheers and made her way up the stairs to join the band.

"That was hil-ar-i-ous, dude!" Taylor said to Dave the second he walked back over to the band, "Man. I never seen you like that with a girl before." he continued, playfully slapping Daves shoulder. "Shut up, Hawkins." Dave muttered, plopping down onto a nearby couch. "Alright dude," Taylor said, raising his hands in mock surrender, "All I'm gonna say is that you should so ask her out tonight." he said plopping down next to Dave.

"Thank you so much everyone, it was amazing to perform for you all. Till next time, see ya!" Aurora shouted through the mic and began to walk off the stage, followed by the rest of the band, heading straight to the snack bar. "Hell yeah, they made us sandwiches!" Hannah pumped her fist in the air and went to grab a sandwich from the table. "Pace yourself Han, don't want a stomach ache tonight." Donny joked, also grabbing a sandwich. Rory just grabbed a water bottle and some chips, heading to the seating area with Ricky.

"Hey Aurora, over here!" someone shouts her name and she turns to look towards the voice to see the Foos sitting at a couch and drinking, "I'm gonna go head over there, you think you can goback to the snack bar and bring the rest of the band over here, please?" She turned back to her side and asked her bandmate Ricky, who gave her a quick thumbs up before turning back to the snack bar.

"Howdy guys!" Rory walked over to the couches and plopped down to sit next to Dave, "Hey Dave!" she says, smiling at the nervous boy. "Hi Rory. You did really great up there, you looked very pretty, too." He said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at his shoes. Pat snickered from where he stood with Taylor, "Aw, thank you Dave. I really appreciate it, and if we're throwing out compliments.. you looked very handsome earlier." Dave immediately began to burn up, "Thank you.." He replied, finally looking into her eyes, "I've been meaning to ask-" he quickly gets cut off by Donny, "Heyo! The party has officially arrived lame-os!." He shouted, putting his arm around Nates shoudler. Ricky and Hannah came from behind him, arm in arm, "Let's bounce ya'll, we're hitting up the karaoke bar!"

A bunch of shots later, at the karaoke bar

Taylor and Donny we're screaming out the lyrics of the song Don't Stop Believin very drunkinly, causing the both the bands to double over in laughter. Rory grabbed her drink and finished off what little remained, "Hey Dave?" she called out to him who sat at the other end of the table of her, "You wanna go for a smoke with me?" She asked, her dreamy smile and glimmering eyes catching the tipsy Dave off guard, almost sobering him up completely. "Sure!" he replied, getting up from his end of the table and walking over to the still sitting Aurora. Standing up from her seat she linked her arms with Dave, resting her head on his shoulder and slowly walking outside. The loud singing coming from Donny and Taylor dying down as the pair walked out into the crisp air.

Quickly unlinking their arms to grab a smoke and a lighter, Rory lights it and looks at a mesmerized Dave, smiling sweetly at him when the two make eye contact. "You were asking me something earlier?" she questioned him, "before Donny cut you off." she added, giggling lightly. "Oh! Yeah.. well, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight, but seeing as we all ended up at a karaoke bar, I don't think that's possible anymore.." he replied quietly. Rory was a little taken aback, her face dropping, but she quickly smiled again and walked over to Dave, throwing her cigarette to the ground. "Who says we can't ditch these losers and go on our own date?" she suggests, grabbing his hand and holding it in hers.

The pair ended up on the swings of an old playground, talking about everything and nothing. Rory was rambling on about something, when she noticed she wasn't recieving any quips from Dave she turned to look at him, noticing how he was admiring her in the pale moonlight. "S-sorry.. you just look so beautiful." he says quietly, glancing down to her lips, "Can I?" he whispers, Rory nods and leans just a bit closer to Dave, he reciprocates her actions and slowly he closes the gap and kisses her softly, holding her face. Kissing him back, Rory places her hand on the back of his neck, the kiss is quickly broken when there is a loud snap of a twig. "Damn it, Donny!" Taylor shouts at him and smacks him, "Ow! What the heck, Tay!" Donny shouts back, the pair ended up on the ground wrestling each other. Rory and Dave just look at each other and burst out in laughter.

A/N: hey ya'll i tried to get this out as quickly as i could so there may be a few mistakes, or a lot.. anyways!!

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trimax Thoughts Vol. 10 Pt. 1

Stream of consciousness again. Here goes (I say with a lot of trepidation even though I have a sinking feeling I already know what's going to happen)

Coming back to edit the beginning here to, ah... inform you all that this pretty quickly devolved into a record of my complete mental breakdown. So, uh, idk, maybe this will be actually somewhat funny to read, especially for those of you who knew what was coming. My tears will be your balm for this week. Maybe.

I don't know how to verbalize this but there's something about this image I really like compositionally. There's something about it that evokes a kind of bittersweet peace. It just really sets a tone for what I'm pretty sure I know is to come. I am not ready.

"It's 'specially because of times like these that an idiot like him plays an important role. He's doin' somethin' extraordinary. He believes." <- so so so very true! A light in the dark is not just rebellious, it's necessary. He's allowing himself to hope, not because he suddenly believes as strongly as Vash in the world at large (he's still far from that) but because he believes in Vash himself.

Fuck right off Chapel.

He's literally being impaled by a cross. There's. Something to read in that but I'm sorry I know nothing about Catholicism/Christianity...

"obsessive sense of attachment" <- so long as his disciples do as he molds them to do. in that sense, it's a little reminiscent of Knives' desperation to keep Vash with him and his quick anger when Vash does not behave the way he expects him to, but it also kind of makes Chapel the anti-Wolfwood, in a way. The true lack of hope, the way he would apparently do just about anything for his child disciples, but only out of a sense of them being easier to mold/manipulate, rather than Wolfwood's genuine love for the kids at the orphanage, and the compassion he's shown downtrodden kids in general. Chapel values Razlo because he values his usefulness, which unfortunately makes sense as to why Razlo would be so loyal to him. I have to wonder the circumstances that led to Razlo killing all those people... I don't think it would've been for no reason at all - he killed Livio's parents because they were abusing them, killed the dog likely because of a grave miscalculation of cause-and-effect when it came to Jasmine almost dying, and killed the men who were tormenting Livio when he ran off. But anyways I hate how the EoM keeps shackling him and restraining him like he's some feral animal. Has anyone ever been kind to Razlo? Has anyone ever rewarded him for anything other than being useful? Look, kid had some serious issues that needed to have been addressed (instead of training the severely traumatized hair-trigger violent kid to be... even more violent lol what did they expect would happen?), but... look at him. He was still very much a kid who saw someone who proved that he was useful to them through an incredibly violent act - the only language Razlo actually understood. Idk if there's any reaching him now but... ugh.

Orphanage lady I adore you. Also the kids refusing to scatter hjdfhbvsjdf

"Why else would he bite the hand of his master?" Really, with this and the way Razlo is restrained in flashbacks, we're going for a strong "trained attack dog" theme going on here huh? Fuck you dude. (There's also "bite the hand that feeds you" as an expression... which is interesting too, because Chapel clearly feels Wolfwood should feel honoured by his teachings... but his was never the hand that fed. Chapel tore this child down.)

NO FUCK OFF THIS IS WHAT HE WAS MOST AFRAID OF. And I hate this so much more because this means that Chapel actually knows Wolfwood's fears quite well... but ASSHOLE WHOSE FAULT IS THIS?

Yes!!! They love you! Get loved, idiot!!!!! You never had to do everything alone... :')

*ugly sobbing*

I still think Wolfwood tried to do this alone out of a sense of personal accountability and not wanting to burden Vash with his own problems - while he thinks they could've done this as a team here, I think he's still only thinking in "I failed" rather than realizing that helping would've been far from a burden. If that makes any sense. I still think Wolfwood devalues how much he matters to the people he cares about.

Here he is! Using his Plant powers without hesitation again to intervene and help Wolfwood. I can't believe the way they allow each other to become less afraid.

"I made a friend." Yes! You! Did!!! I reiterate! GET LOVED.

Aaaaaaand Wolfwood still can't quite wrap his head around the idea that his personal struggles might actually be incredibly important to Vash. See, I don't think it's that Wolfwood thinks Vash doesn't care about him - far from it, I think he definitely knows that - the heartbreaking part is the way he never seems to think he is anyone's priority. (And he really has become a priority to Vash hasn't he? He's postponing the confrontation with Knives to help him. :O) Also the way "I can't believe it." is overlayed on the panel with the church bell and the "angel" wing. Ha. Nice. Nice. This is fine.

I'm sorry but this made me laugh so hard. Imagine some angel looking guy appears out of nowhere and blocks all your bullets. Like. Yeah. That would be the response hdjfhbsdjfvh (Also I think this is a fantastic reaction image pfft)

"That overdose will make your heart rupture!" ...no...

Did he just throw Chapel? Is he dead???

AUGH I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE SUNGLASSES. He's trying to hide his eyes again (just like he does earlier in the series when he's about to shoot with lethal intent/is trying to hide his feelings) because he thinks they reveal him as a monster or irredeemable - they do not. They never have. But Vash... apparently either hearing his thoughts or just knowing him well enough to know what he needs and responding to that instantly... :'(

...I wonder... is this the first time Razlo has registered a death as cruel? Chapel died instantly; that's not really all that cruel... the cruel part is that Razlo is experiencing personal loss.

NOOOO WE'RE GETTING A FLASHBACK TO THEIR FIRST MEETING WITH VASH'S THOUGHTS AND THE FUCKING BIRD??? THE BIRD REALLY IS MEANT TO BE VASH AND HIS IDEALS, ISN'T IT? AUGH

AW YEAH THEY'RE TAG-TEAMING BABY!!! Everything is different when they are back to back :)

Ahdjfhvbd and now they're saying the exact same things at the same time. Soulmate behaviour fr

I missed them being silly together so much... it's amazing too, because in spite of the situation, they both seem so much less tense than earlier. Still though... "why are you here?" and he can't spit out an answer, even though it should be really obvious... like I think they both know but accepting/admitting that is another matter.

God this is such an "I missed you I'm so glad you're here" moment. Probably as close as Wolfwood is going to get to outright saying that

Hello? Wolfwood's loved ones in one panel right next to Vash's loved ones in the other? Vash repeating Wolfwood's arguments of "realism" and "have to get back to the kids"? Wolfwood, you're scaring him...

I'm fascinated that the "he had become very close to me" part is overlayed with the scene where Wolfwood tries to get Vash to shoot. The whole "if I pull that out of you"... then combined with "What is important? What are we willing to do to protect it?" ...Livio and Vash are important to Wolfwood, so he is trying hard not to kill. Has Wolfwood become so important to Vash that... he might?

YOU CAN SEE HIS EYES THROUGH THE SUNGLASSES AHHHH

NO. NO. NO. HE WANTS TO LIVE PAST KNIVES. HE WANTS A FUTURE. HE WANTS A FUTURE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE STORY. HE WANTS WOLFWOOD THERE WITH HIM. ALSO I JUST NOTICED HE TOSSED HIS FUCKING GUN ASIDE TO CATCH HIM. He doesn't want this kind of life for them... he wants peace for them both... he wants them to stick together, even when there are no more battles to fight... he wants to live for Wolfwood. He wants to live with Wolfwood. Oh my god. No. No.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

STOP. WHY WOULD YOU FOCUS ON THE HAND. IT'S DIGGING INTO HIS BACK. He can't hold him... he can't...

Hey uh. Does it mean something that Vash didn't even react or feel the knives (the knives) in his shoulder because the pain of this hurts so much worse right now? (Also did I need to cause myself emotional damage by writing that out?)

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Oh damn I think he is mad enough to kill. Holy shit.

In other news. I hate everything.

The sunglasses blown off his face again. When Razlo threatens Vash. Fuck off.

This fight scene is awesome and I love how brutal yet clever of a fighter Wolfwood is. ...I wish I could enjoy it more. Alas. I feel only pain.

I'LL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN. I'LL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN. RAZLO'S LINE AND THEN THIS. WHY WHY WHY

:O (reminds me of the Diablo chapter...)

Ok first off how the hell was Chapel still alive. Secondly, AHEOHJBFSHUCBSJVHSBJHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Livio :') (I feel pretty bad for Razlo though all things considered... I hope he's not gone for good? That'd be weird I think...)

Wolfwood, after all this shit, just laying on the ground: "yeah seems like a good time for a cigarette"

AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHHHHHHHHHH

HNNNNGGGHDFBSUHCBUHSB... HHHHH A BAPY

wait. how could it have only been six years. what.

NOOOOOOO GOD THIS IS JUST LIKE VASH THINKING MERYL WAS SCARED OF HIM ALL OVER AGAIN. SWEETIE NO I AM POSITIVE THAT KID ONLY SCREAMED BECAUSE OF THE BLOOD. THEY LOVE YOUUUUU

...oof. I think Livio's hiding too. :(

GHHHHHHHHHHH THE COINS

Hjfshvbdfjhbv Livio comic relief. I'm so sorry buddy but I needed that. Hope you're ok...?

...so this is the scene the "infamous couch" is from. Okay. Okay. I get it now. Ow.

...I'm actually fighting back tears right now. I. I don't usually cry at stuff like this. I don't know if I can do this man.

He wants him to smile even if it's not a real one. He just wants to know he'll be ok. But Vash can't smile. He can't handle this kind of genuine talk. It'll make it all real. He's actually praying. Praying for just this one person. He's. He's never done that before, has he...?

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

ugh yeah no i'm crying. i'm tearing up. oww...

Oh, well, so is Wolfwood. Ugh. Ow. Ow.

...I saw the bell and had to stop and take a break. I don't want to turn the page. I don't want this. I'll come back tomorrow. Bye.

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Hhhhh... What if you died knowing you were loved and you didn't realize how much until the end. What if you died realizing you always could've come home; that you would always be recognized for who you are, not what you'd been cruelly forced to become. What if you died seeing a possible future with the ones you loved but never being able to obtain it. Because it is far, far too late for that. The gratitude, the relief, the anguish that it all ends just as you realize what you could've had, and you cry out. But you still died knowing you were loved. And that's far more than you ever imagined for yourself.

I like to think he was smiling at the end because... it finally sank in.

And the bottle is labelled Bride??? What does that mean??? (Oh wait now I want to go back and look at the other alcohol bottles in the series to see if there's anything interesting on them) But uh, yeah, is this a religious thing, because I'm... why Bride. Why "The Bride". Huh?

^Hey this is really effective. Also, fuck off.

^Nightow sensei WHAT THE HELL MAN. Was this necessary?

Yeah I saw the first page of chapter 8 and my entire stomach just lurched. I think we should all receive compensation for emotional damage here. The bird... but it's not the black kite (Vash)... what kind of bird is that, I wonder?

Ah... Vash buried him. Alone. Hm. Yes, feeling normal about this. (Also Livio woke up inside the house which means... he must've moved him there too...)

"What do you mean "why"? You of all people should know why." <-oh. ow. yikes...

Oh... oh. His hair. :(

And it's so... he protected the area from the Ark. Ok he's protecting the place Wolfwood died to protect. Par for the course for Vash really. Except... hasn't everyone here evacuated already? He's protecting the place itself. ...also idk if this is right or not, but given the way the black hair is expending his own lifeforce it's... kind of hard not to see this a little as him expending the time he was planning on sharing with Wolfwood... and also that his hair went black... like the colour of mourning. ...with the "Bride" thing too it's... no. I shan't say it. I hate it here.

Hhhhhh... they both associate him with food...

Well. This has wrecked me. Thank you guys. I don't think I can analyze anything this week I'm too sad.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

3 - 63 Heist of the Century, Murder of the Week

Movin' at the speed of light prepare to be amazed...

Chessboxer Blaze is Fletch's design from a while back, but she let me draw her main artwork. She is a scorpion and she looks INCREDIBLE, I love her so much. She's one of the people Logico ACTUALLY went to school with!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

If only, if only murders were restricted to once a week! But no - every day. Agent Fuchsia calls up Irratino to explain that while they’re out galavanting, TekCo is likely going to build on Mainland itself. And she brings him to the art museum.

IRRATINO: They’re not… gonna build it in the museum. FUCHSIA: I know, BUT, there’s also been an epic robbery here, and you’re a detective.  IRRATINO: Aren’t you a detective?? FUCHSIA: HEY!... I’m a private eye.

The suspects of the robbery (and… of course, murder) are Sir Rulean and Taupe. And Uncle Midnight, who is face-down on the ground looking like a corpse himself. So sanitary!

Irratino doesn’t feel like solving this. He wants to return to Logico - these murders are just so boring without him. 

Taupe argues that it couldn’t have stolen a painting, since it has no arms. In fact, it couldn’t steal anything if it tried!

TAUPE: - .-. ..- … -/-- ./.. .-. .-. .- - .. -. --- IRRATINO: Okay, okay, okay, calm down…

With how long it takes to form a word, Taupe must perform his sentences lightning fast. It’s exhausting!

Sir Rulean mourns the lost painting.

IRRATINO: I didn’t know you were into art. RULEAN: No… I don’t care about art. I’m into burglary! I wish I could have been the thief. 

While losing his mind trudging through what’s starting to feel like an office job, Irratino tries to listen in to Fuchsia’s phone conversation. Which is crude, but she is using a suspicious chunky ‘80s cell phone.

FUCHSIA: Yeah? Okay. [sigh] Never mind, I gotta hang up, this guy’s just staring at me. [beep] Dude, do you have anything better to do? Like, solve a crime or something? IRRATINO: Yeah, I guess…

A telegram from Logico cheers him up. 

“SOMEHOW, I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE AND WHERE EVERY SUSPECT IS IN YOUR LOCATION. ALSO, HI!”

Tino smiles. So cute. ‘He loves me so much’, he thinks to himself. But he does realize one crucial clue. Uncle Midnight is gone! He never saw him move - did someone steal his body?? He runs across the museum trying to find him, and gets more and more worried. Or perhaps…

IRRATINO: AHA!

He finds him suspended from the ceiling!

U. MIDNIGHT: Aw, mannn… Pfft. I guess it’s dumb to try doin’ it in broad daylight. IRRATINO: What do you mean?? U. MIDNIGHT: [snort] Stealing a painting, obviously. What, you thought I liked LOOKING at this kinda stuff?  IRRATINO: Well in that case, you’re under a- HEY!

Sir Rulean is climbing out the window, holding a painting, and a can of poison! 

RULEAN: Oh, so what? You think I killed security, then hired Uncle Midnight and Taupe to distract you while I got away with the painting? IRRATINO: Yes! RULEAN: Well then… you got me.

He flops back onto the ground with a metal clang. Everyone stands around solemnly. 

IRRATINO: Is… that it? FUCHSIA: Is what it? IRRATINO: That was… the heist you wanted me to check out? FUCHSIA: Yep.

Tino emits the saddest sigh. Everything feels like a chore without Logico nearby. 

The end! 

I wonder if that was as boring to read as it was to write?

Oh wait I do have some news, I have plans to make a plush eminence.

PLUSH EMINENCE.

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[donovankinard]

scaled & icy live

an hour, huh? i best get comfy.

it's all under the cut xx

the graphics are kinda funky

OH IS THIS WHERE THE PANSEXUAL FLAG COLOURS CAME FROM OKAY

i can get hype about some pink blue and yellow fr

wait is this meant to be the dema morning show?? thats so fucking funny though. thats actually so fucking funny.

okay wait so in this dema universe, in the lore, twenty one pilots is still a band? tyler joseph and josh dun are still a band?

why is he sad :(

"is that. number 16 cotton candy" bitch ofc it is

YEAH JOSH WHERE ARE YOU

u good tyler

whats with the wookie noises

into choker tho is beautiful

THE STAGE AGH

sorry brief mention to how fucking good josh looks in this video oml

the stressed out bridge coming in there????

wait are these the bishops little minions or smth cause theres too many of them to be the bishops

this is a vibey little live version

man sidenote im so ordering merch this weekend

wait wahts the light thing at the back

is that supposed to be the nine towers?

oh into migraine?? was not expecting that

"depresS" everybody fucking freeze. "ive thoughts."

into morph??

its a little all over the place but in a good way?? does that make sense

wait no bring back tylers agonised screaming

"my personal favourite, mulberry street" i hate you but same

YES MULBERRY STREET

KEEP YOUR BLISS THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS FUCK YEAH

the murals. yes

josh just doin his lil bounce in the back tho

whats with the chick wtih the teddy bear

that guy was not there before was he???

and back to the piano. agh.

the little adlibs afkdlsjfdsklfjsld

see in my head all these dancers are banditos and i will take no argument

in two days i will know this mulberry street choreo by heart. just saying

when tyler and josh are looking for people for their next venture i will be ready. im telling you now.

that girl in the front in the skirt ate that

wait whos this girl

LANE BOY FUCK YEAH

whats with the gas masks? are you my mummy? /ref

wait where did josh's shirt go not that im complaining

anybody want to learn this choreo with me too

wait i wonder if i can convince my partner to do this at our wedding actually (long long way away but i picture it being Highly Amusing)

joshs hair is just so good in this video idec

joshua william dun was that a lip bite and a wink. god fucking damn

oh hello guitar

into chlorine?? okay this setlist is. wow

whats with all of joshs costume changes??

okay tylers coat is eating here now tho

shy away yessss

the set for this is so interesting too

shy awAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

his little dance is so cute stop

also side note josh ate that fit so hard

"it brought tears to my eyes" same, dude. same.

ok that was fucking weird

that shirt should be so ugly so why is he kind of eating

the outside yes

josh in the onesie wtf😭 he's so!!!!!

hey bud where u goin

just casually breakdancing in the street. ok

"shut uP!" lmaooo

the water into the night sky into the backdrop is beautiful

THE UKULELELLELELELLELELE

WAIT HEATHENS ON UKE??? THIS IS GORGEOUS

wait he's in a boat thats so fucking cool

the sets for this are jsut fucking brilliant

i love this being just sort of him and the ukulele. i love it.

torchbearers back yaaaaay

ohhhh jumpsuit???? and the set gives the mv vibes

and then immediately into heavydirtysoul???

tyler periodically turning into a velociraptor is feeding my soul tbh

why are the hosts gradually looking more and more demonic/dead

SATURDAY AYYYYYYY

the disco ball lmaoo

the vibes here are immaculate

wait???? is that jenna?????????????????????

her sweater is so fckn cute tho

him getting off the phone and just going "oooooooooooooooOoOooooooooOOOOOOooOoOOOOOOOOoooooo" is such a mood

the BOOMBOX yES

LEVEL OF CONCERN FUCK YEAH

oooooh the backdrop here is fire?? the colour palette fdjklfjkldj

the remixed vibes of all the songs are fucking slapping. are they available to stream or anything anywhere??

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!!!!!!!

the visuals have been on point this entire video can i just say

also tylers shirt is so cool???

all the horn instruments are intriguing me

josh is so!!!!!!!!!!

car radio!!! car!!!!!!! radio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this song mostly just makes me want to cry actually. but

wait the mask!!!! the!!!! mask!!!!!

THE MASK IS OFF!!!!

well that was short lived

all the sirens and the freaking out and hes just like 🥰👉👈👏👏

NEVER TAKE IT

everythings on fire. again.

the little adlibs are so fucking cute tho

also i love when tyler just fuckin. screams

the three guitars in the one shot is such a fuckin vibe

the two in the back just clapping😭

and then there were two....

the lil dragon omg

oh look whos back on the couch

choker again????? yay??????

no tyler dont be sad :(

the overhead shot of all the sets>>>>>>>>>

yeah bitches you better clap for them

wAIT THEYRE CLAPPING FOR US

no cause josh and tyler at the end there kdfjfsdjfjdksl cuties

wow okay so much to unpack there im gonna go grab some chocolates and soda water

okay i've got the chocolates and soda water.

wow! so that was quite the experience. i can kind of understand how it all ties in with the clancy storyline, but it also feels like its not really *integrated* in the storyline. at least not for me at this point.

i really really enjoyed that whole video itself, regardless of lore. it was just a very interesting and cool way to present those songs

god i wish!!!!! there was a higher quality video. i couldnt find one on any of the sites i normally use, most of them said they were taken down, so.. :(

i dont really get what was happening with the woman and the man, the hosts? like i get that they were hosting but their whole vibe was off and they kept seeming to look injured/possessed/straight up weird. so.

im gonna take a quick break, maybe 15 minutes, to just draw a little bit and have some food and water and then i'll come back to the saturday video. i'm just sort of losing my focus and i need to do something else rq to kind of get my head back into it! so brb!