#i never totally saw the appeal. but then I thought. what if. woman. and now I can't stop thinking about it...

[lycheeloving]

ok hear me out: yandere!Riddler from The Batman (2022)... but genderbent...

[alcoholfreenayeon]

WHAT IF you are at a bar or something and Sana and Miyeon come to entice you back to their place 😈😈 (sana and miyeon x male reader) 🤭🤭

A/N: It’s finally done bestie, hope you enjoy🤭!

I want that

CW: male!reader x Sana and Miyeon, NSFW, Smut, somewhat hardcore, hint of fluff.

You were sitting alone at the booth, your glass empty and watching the tv, some soccer game going on but you weren’t really paying attention. Feeling someone gaze at you every now and then, it was the average day at the bar, not too crowded but you wouldn’t say it’s empty either. Your friends had left a few minutes earlier because they all had some reason or the other. Work, partners, whatever. It didn’t matter though, you liked your own company at times, it gave you some time to reflect on things.

As you contemplated between going home or having another drink, you were interrupted when someone asked if they could sit with you. Looking up at the person, you saw an absolute goddess, she was easily one of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. You were too much in awe to reply but the girl just politely smiled and took your lack of objection as a yes and sat down.

“You don’t mind if my friend joins right?”, she asked sweetly.

“Uh, no”, you replied still awestruck when you turned to look at the friend and nearly fell out of your chair. Like the first girl was absolutely stunning but her friend, god you found her so irresistibly beautiful. Your mouth open while she sat down.

“I’m Sana and this is Miyeon”, the first girl introduced.

“h-hi, ahem, Hey, I’m Y/N”, you replied, losing your voice for a second.

The girls giggled and smiled prettily at you. They seemed really calm yet somewhat excited while you were losing composure like anything, you couldn’t even decide which one of them to look at. Somehow you managed to not seem like a complete idiot and weirdo and made some conversation.

Everything was going smoothly over the next few minutes, you were even managing to gain some confidence when felt something brush your foot and then saw Miyeon glance at you for a second, her cheeks slightly flushed before she looked away, smiling. You suddenly realized your own heart was beating quickly for some reason and cleared your throat trying to calm yourself down.

“Do you wanna come with us?”, Miyeon asked out of the blue, suppressing a smile. Sana giggled and gave her a nudge.

You felt dumbstruck, was this a joke? What did they mean by that because you totally thought you were interpreting that in a few different ways, all of which seemed greatly appealing but you couldn’t help but also think that maybe you didn’t understand what Miyeon asked. “Uhm…what?”, you choke, not knowing how to respond.

“I don’t live very far from here, the bar will close soon, maybe we can continue our…fun over there”, she said innocently batting her eyes at you while smiling so prettily.

Now, you’ve definitely heard of people getting killed like this but surely this was not the case, like seriously there’s no way these beautiful girls were some sort of deranged psychopaths after your kidneys or something. Your brain was practically shouting at you to proceed with caution but your heart whispered oh so convincingly that this was heading exactly where you never in your wildest dreams would have imagined. Unfortunately for your brain, your heart had you sold and any thoughts to take caution fell on deaf ears.

“Oh that sounds great, but I can’t drive since I’ve had a few drinks”, you manage, you could feel adrenaline pumping through your body as you thought of all the possibilities.

“That’s ok, we can just take a Uber, that’s okay with you right?”, Sana offered.

Sitting between the two girls in car, you wonder what you’d done to be so lucky. However, your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Sana put her hand on your knee before slowly starting to pull it upwards, onto your thighs, teasingly.

You freeze, not knowing how to react, understandably so and that’s when Sana leans in and whispers, “Does this excite you?”

You nearly whimpered and just as you are about to turn towards her, Miyeon’s voice stops you, “Unnie! You are so greedy, you can’t have all his attention.”

Before the words even sink in, you feel Miyeon grab your cheeks with both hands and she begins to make out with you sloppily.

This had to be heaven right? Like, surely life can’t get better than this, you think to yourself.

You begin to kiss her back and she seemed surprised for a moment before continuing but with more aggression. At the same time, Sana was practically in your pants and made some cheeky comment probably but you didn’t hear it, you were too engrossed with making out with Miyeon.

This continued for a few minutes before Miyeon pulled back, her cheeks slightly flushed and she was smiling mischievously while Sana was biting her lips and tying up her hair. You were trying to breath normally even though you felt out of breath but you didn’t wanna let the girls know that. Fortunately, before anything else could happen you had arrived at the destination and the three of you got out. You offered to pay but the girls insisted that they would.

“You can give us something else in return”, Sana said leaning towards you, clearing the last doubts of where this night was headed.

You were breathing hard now, as Sana noisily sucked on your tip while looking up at you. After a few moments, she stopped sucking, winked at you and then practically swallowed you all the way to your base. That took you by so much surprise you couldn’t do anything except move your hands on her head, inhaling sharply.

This continued for far less time than you would have liked but you had to make her stop or else she would end up finishing you there. You somehow manage to pull her off and Sana pouts a little but doesn’t complain. You pant and try to reset but before you can completely recover you feel another pair of lips taking in your cock. At this point your heart feels like it could explode. Miyeon struggles to take you as deep as Sana but makes up for it by somehow having more enthusiasm than her wanting to straight up suck the life out of you.

You end up making her stop after a few minutes too and take another few seconds to calm yourself down. It was getting harder and harder to that though, between feeling so desperate for your release and the fact that Miyeon had been kissing you for the past minute.

You become distracted when you see Sana lay on the bed on her stomach and look back at you seductively and you can’t help yourself and you get on top of her, she squeals excitedly when she feels you climb on her, arching her back. You were feeling feral now after being close to cumming twice and weren’t going to go easy at all.

Entering her took both of your breaths away, you sighed shakily, trying to compose yourself while Sana’s eyes stooped dreamily while she bit her lips. She didn’t let you off easily though and almost immediately started to push back against you forcing you to grab her shoulders and hold her down. She giggled at that but that turned into a gasp real quick when you began pounding her hard. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, panting as you filling her repeatedly. It only took you a few minutes of fucking her before you felt her clench and cum, letting out quiet moans as she came.

You smirked, she has been acting really cocky for a while now so it felt good to see her be so helpless now. Giving her only a few moments of rest before you begin pounding her again. You place your hand on her cheek, raising her head a little and to your satisfaction, Sana follows your lead and gently bites your fingers, whimpering as that only drives you to become rougher.

It was becoming harder and harder for you to focus on anything else but you felt Miyeon climb on the bed too, looking at you and Sana somewhat enviously. But you were not able to focus on that for too long. Especially when Sana was whining now as she was getting close to cumming once again which of course made her pussy tighter as she squeezed and clenched. Just when you thought you were about to reach the point of no return, Sana cums and you somehow manage to hold on. Both of you panting hard, a blissful smile on Sana’s face as she was slowly getting down from her high.

You turned to face Miyeon and found her pouting, “Did you really like her so much that you couldn’t even look at me?”

“Uhm….”, you tried to find your words but you had no defense.

“No”, she put a finger on your lips, “Don’t make excuses….if you really want to prove me wrong then do it through your actions”, she said while pulling you on top of her. “If you really mean it, then, Ruin. Me.”.

Those words turned on something inside of you, not that you needed encouragement to fuck her.

Pinning her hands either side of her head, you waste no time and enter her and it was honestly, quite possibly the best sensation you had ever felt. You begin to thrust immediately, ramming as deep as you can each thrust, stretching her slightly. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to last considering you were already quite on edge from Sana and the fact that Miyeon was staring at you so intently didn’t help at all.

At the same time, you felt her fists clench as each thrust was literally seeming to take her breath away. The two of you fucked for…..minutes?….an hour?….you didn’t even know, it felt like a decent amount of time but it wasn’t enough. Like you didn’t want this to ever end. You just wanted to keep fucking her for forever. At some point Miyeon broke through your grip and freed her hands, wrapping it around your shoulders, trying to pull you closer.

You were panting with each thrust now, trying not to cum, aware of how dangerously close you were to your release, ready to pull out any second.

That’s when Miyeon, grabbed your face, staring at you a moment too long and gave you a deep kiss, “Stay in me, don’t pull out, fill me up…please”, she whimpered practically while at the same time wrapping her legs around your waist tightly not giving you much of a choice really. Not that you had any problems with that. You began to pound her faster, both of you moving in perfect rhythm.

That’s when Miyeon cums, managing a strangled gasp as she shakes with pleasure, her convulsions send you over the edge as well and you practically explode inside her, wave after wave of your cum filling her up. As you both came together, it felt euphoric and eternal yet at the same time it also felt like it only lasted for a second. You both were panting heavily, looking at each other and you hesitated a little bit and leant in, kissing her passionately for a few seconds before you pull away. Miyeon blushes a little when you pull away, slowly letting go of you, almost like she wanted to hold on for a bit more.

Sana scoots over, “oh, you both seemed to enjoy it a lot more, Y/N was she really that much better than me?, she said smiling mischievously.

You freeze, glancing at Miyeon who looked like she would slap you if you gave the wrong answer. You fumbled over your words without saying any real answer which caused both girls to giggle which made you realize they were just teasing.

“Well, it’s quite late and us girls need our sleep”, Sana said suddenly, signaling that was time for you to leave. “Especially, after you tired us out so much”, Miyeon added with a giggle.

You were handed your clothes by Miyeon, a bit puzzled because you were pretty sure that’s not where you had left them but maybe you just were lost in your excitement and forgot. Regardless, you bid them goodbye and went on your way.

As you waited at the bus stop, you reflected on everything that just happened. For some reason, your thoughts were lingering back to Miyeon repeatedly. You lie to yourself about why that is, knowing full well the truth but you just felt too proud at the moment to admit it, even if it was to yourself. Luckily for you, the bus approached before you truly lost in your thoughts and feelings.

As you sat, you couldn’t help but feel something squish in your pocket. You search to find a small piece of paper scrunched up, curious, you unscramble it and find a series of numbers. No, a number, a phone number below which was written ‘M’ with a heart next to it. Looking out of the window, you smile to yourself, excited, your heart fluttering, perhaps you are going to have to revisit your feelings sooner than you thought…..

[yeahtimesten]

18+, mdni / maybe modern!au or 2019!patrick if you want tbh idk but smartphones r involved

you and your friends are out barhopping on the city strip, you’ve already hit three different places and you’re ordering at least two drinks per place. you and the three other girls you go out with are rowdy and obnoxious at this point, definitely wasted. and your shared ‘locker room talk’ with the besties is something so perverted, so nasty. but they say drunk words are sober thoughts. and the topic at hand is something probably every woman universally agrees on.

yeah, dick pics are gross and all, but: “nut vids with the sound on,” you’re cackling at your friends proclamation. “those get me freaky. like wet wet.”

“dude, yessss, that’s what i’m sayinggg,” another friend agrees.

and you’re laughing along. but really, you had never received one. you knew the meme, and you saw the appeal, but you had never seen one.

don’t get me wrong, you and patrick are still gettin’ it on over the phone and video chat, doing everything else possible to bridge the gap that distance brought you. being a tennis player on tour, working up to the big leagues, was something you wholeheartedly supported for your boyfriend. to keep morale up, you even sent him a gift box once complete with polaroids, a spicy letter spritzed with your signature perfume, and a pair of worn panties, baby pink and silk with a lacy little trim. you liked to treat him like that.

and he treated you too, with new panties and outfits he wanted to see you in and other miscellaneous gifts, and good dick too whenever he was able to come around and see you. but when you got to thinking, you realized a majority of the gifts he gave you, were really a gift for himself as well. yeah, he’d jerk off to you on video calls, but it wasn’t for you, it’d just be weird if his cam wasn’t on when yours was too.

another round of shots were had before the four of you were making your way to the next bar, the last stop of the night. and you were trailing behind your three friends, typing on your phone to him. partially because you are ovulating, definitely because you were drunk, and you were a tad bit in your head now too thinking about the things patrick could be doing for you, but you were going absolutely feral in his dms.

babyyy wen r u gna see me next :(

i miss uuuu hehehe

need ur hand around my neck while u finger me NEOWWW

and he’s receiving all your texts with fervor. you’re totally exciting him and arousing him. but hes crossfaded (on tour? smh, but he’s celebrating a win as well as the end of this leg of travel) out with other players that he’s met so his replies are just as desperate and sad and pathetic as yours.

soon gorjus

be there b4 u kno it

cant wait for u to take my dick

send pix ?

and when you get to the next bar, you immediately excuse yourself to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall, posing with your shirt lifted. your perfect tits are exposed to the camera, and because you love and trust your boyfriend, at least half of your face is still in frame too. your lips are slightly pouting, and you know that detail will drive him mad. and you snap another, but this one is an underskirt shot; you standing up in the stall, with your panties pulled down over your mid thighs, also in frame, from behind at the perfect angle to showcase your ass, with a hint of your pretty pussy in frame. and you send both to him in a photo set.

earlier, you sent him more innocently posed but still quite sexy outfit photos and selfies before going out. you did this every time you left the house basically. it was both endearing and such a huge turn on for him, no matter how you were dressed. your outfit was especially scantily clad tonight, so he was already having dirty thoughts of you. he was supportive of what you wore, and was never really controlling, but he wished he were by your side protecting you from other creeps who’d love to sneak a peak. and he had already fantasized about taking you to a dingy bathroom in one of these dive bars you frequented that he saw in the background of your photos, and bending you over the sink and fucking you from behind, both of you watching in the mirror.

both of your data connections were shitty, but he was texting you that he was heading home. he couldn’t wait any longer and needed to get off to you now. and he asked if you were going home any time soon.

another shot, and nursing a midori sour, or whatever your drink of choice is, you and your friends are still chatting and having a wild time, but you’re having flashbacks to the last time you both were together. you remember him boring into your wet cunt, on top of you, in the back of your car at the airport, because you couldn’t bare to part without one last fuck. your thighs squeezed together, trying to dismiss the warm pit forming in your stomach.

you were relieved when one of your friends decided to call it quits, and since your apartment complexes were so close to each other, you decided to share an uber. as you two waited for the ride, you finally received his texts and confirmed you’d be home soon too and that you two could call and take care of each other. and on the ride back, while your friend is talking your ear off, you check your phone again to see a snapchat. patrick sent you a video.

without thinking, you clicked on the notification to see what he sent. and now who would have guessed, that in this moment, you’d see a video he recorded of his cock out, laying in the dark on his bed, his flash was on. his dick glistened with his spit, as he slowly started stroking his shaft and playing with his tip. in a panic, you lock your phone and stuff it back into your purse, face flush with embarrassment.

your friend looks at you with furrowed brows. “you okay?” and you nod, hoping she hadn’t taken a good peak at your screen.

“i’m fine,” you smile. you’re more than fine, you’re seeing stars. and you’re anxious to reach home. after what feels like an eternity, you’re finally there. you skip up the steps and and climbed the flights of stairs until you reach your floor. the anticipation is getting the better of you as you fumble with your keys. but finally, you’re inside and it’s oasis. your place to be horny and out of control.

you flop on your bed and reopen snapchat, 5 more segments of that video waiting for you to open. you turn up your volume to max. in next clip of the video, he’s still taking his time stroking slow and you can hear his breath hitching, yours matching in real time. his breathing is heavy and loud, as little moans and groans escape his lips.

i fucking love you baby, he says in the clip. i’m so fucking hard for you.

and you’re so wet for him, as you reach down and start rubbing circles into your clit above your underwear. the video keeps going, and he picks up the pace, his moans getting louder. you love how he isn’t silent in bed. he’s so vocal and sweet, showing you he’s enjoying it just as much as you are.

the next reel starts, and he is fully jerking off, his breathing getting faster. you know what’s about to come. him. and with one final guttural groan, he does. glistening white cum leaks out gently, and he continues to stroke, much slower, making sure to milk every last drop.

r u home yet baby ?

he texted you.

- ya

and immediately, you have an incoming facetime. you answer and the camera is pointed to just his face, still sitting in the dark.

“hey, princess, how was your night out,” he asked.

“it was good,” you said. “i accidentally opened your snap in front of my friend though.”

“i texted you to wait until you were home to see it,” he laughs at you.

you didn’t receive that text. but you were just stunned he practically read your mind, that you wanted exactly that video.

“i missed you.”

“how much baby?”

“so so much, i couldn’t wait to get home and talk to you,” you pouted.

“me neither,” he whispered. “i’m hard again, baby. wanna see?”

and before you answer, he’s pulled his phone back to angle on his cock, with his abdomen and face still in frame. he’s moving it around, teasing you with its length.

“i miss fucking you so bad. do you miss fucking me?” it’s your turn to tease, and you move your phone down to reveal your panties with a big wet splotch soaked into the fabric.

“you really were thinking of me all night, huh?” he’s starting to stroke himself again, and you do him the favor of bringing the camera back and pulling your shirt off. he’s obsessed with how hard your nipples are, and he moans for you.

“your tits are so perfect,” he breaths out. “touch yourself for me, baby. i wanna see you rub your clit.”

and like it’s a royal command, you pull your panties down, and show him your finger swirling around your wet cunt.

“that’s perfect, you’re perfect,” he says.

you’re watching each other get off and his mind is racing with things he wants to do to you, with you, for you. and he’s sharing about half of them with you.

“i can’t wait to fuck you again. i can take you out to dinner and a movie, and we can sit in the back row by ourselves and mess around.”

“and you can ride me in the passenger seat of your car.”

“i wanna play with your ass so bad and eat you out from the back.”

“finger your pussy for me, sexy. let me see you fuck yourself with your pretty manicured fingers that i paid for. you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and besides his new request, everything is in one ear and out the other. your sole focus is watching him get off so you can get off. and it’s working, the heat in your pelvis growing stronger, you are about to release any second. you can tell he is too, as his breathing is heavier and his words and incoherent and slurred, he sounds tortured. you move back to rubbing your clit.

“are you gonna cum, baby? i’m going to, i want you to cum with me,” he sighs.

“yeah baby, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum patrick!”

your moans harmonize with each other as you both finish together and you both continue to touch yourself as the tension in your groins lessen. you’re still pulsating for moments after.

“i can’t wait to see you any longer, im booking a flight for tomorrow to see you,” he says, still huffing. and you can’t wait either.

[misseviehyde]

STUDENT BODY

Your girlfriend Natasha was really worried about what was going to happen to your relationship once you started to attend different universities. She'd heard that long distance relationships could be really challenging and difficult.

Sure - it was always possible to communicate online and see each other that way, but without physical intimacy even the healthiest relationships would falter. But Natasha was always full of clever ideas.

"Listen babe. I've had an idea. My family have been guarding a magic scrying mirror for generations. I can use it to astrally project my spirit into another person. It's frowned upon to possess another person, but if it's just so we can talk and touch and stuff, I don't see the harm. Make sure you choose someone who is a real asshole though, that way I'll feel less bad about possessing them.

***

A month later you headed to University and began looking for someone suitable for Natasha to possess. It didn't take you long to find your target. Chanel Grey was the obnoxious, entitled sorority president of the most exclusive sorority on campus and perfect for your needs.

It didn't hurt that you had a huge crush on the busty bitch and the thought of your girlfriend inside that smoking hot body was kind of appealing. Chanel was a total asshole as well, so your girlfriend needn't feel bad about possessing her for a while.

You waited until Chanel was out shopping on her own one day and followed her to the mall. She usually had her team of funkies with her, but today she was flying solo and this was your best chance.

Ringing Natasha you waited patiently as she prepared the mirror in her bedroom. "Okay babe, I'll see you in a moment or two I guess."

You hung up and watched Chanel as she browsed through an expensive rack of designer clothes in one of her favourite stores. Suddenly she put a hand to her head as if she were dizzy. Then with a grunt her eyes rolled up into her head and she swayed on her feet slightly.

Moments later she shivered and her eyes came back into focus... only they seemed different somehow.

Chanel looked around, then spotting you walked confidently over. "Heya babe. What a body you found for me. I wasn't expecting you to pick anyone this hot."

It had worked. It had actually worked. Natasha was now inside Chanel!

She giggled and admired herself in a mirror. "Wow - this bitch is super stacked. She must have boobs three times the size of mine. And how fit is this body? Guess she must work out."

Natasha stretched, clearly enjoying how it felt to be inside Chanel. She then did a cursory check of her body, checking her pockets and her handbag.

"And I'm guessing she's rich too. I would never be able to afford a store like this. I'm guessing this is her Daddy's credit card. I mean I could try accessing her memories to check, but that can be dangerous. It can cause memories to get entwined."

You nodded not really understanding what she was saying but agreeing nonetheless.

"Only problem you've made for us is that someone is bound to notice us talking if we aren't careful. Chanel probably wouldn't be seen dead with someone like you. I wish you'd picked someone a little bit more low key even if they did have smaller boobs."

Natasha grabbed your hand and dragged you into the store. She pulled you into one of the dressing rooms and began fumbling at your belt.

"I know I said no sex, but this body is making me super horny. I don't think Chanel is a virgin, especially if those XXX condoms she is carrying in her handbag are anything to go by."

Giggling Natasha pulled out your cock and she smirked when she saw it was already rock hard. It looked so naughty in Chanel's lightly tanned hands - another woman's hands.

"Wow, guess you like Chanel's body too. Don't try to pretend this isn't what you wanted when you picked her as your target. Guess you now get to be sucked off by little Miss Popular."

With a giggle Natasha slid her pink glossy lips round your dick and began to suck. It felt good... really good and looking down you couldn't believe you were getting a blowjob from the most popular girl at uni. Turning to look at the dressing room mirror, you couldn't believe how hot it looked to see Chanel Grey's pretty head bobbing up and down on your cock. She was so fucking hot and now she was your slut.

Suddenly Natasha hesitated and her eyes went a little wide for a second. A moment later she attacked your dick with a fresh wave of enthusiasm, only this time it felt even better! Natasha was doing something with her tongue you had never felt before and her lips seemed tighter than ever. She was also making eye contact now and little groaning sounds and together it was all too much.

You began to cum and groaning you ejaculated into Natasha's mouth. It felt really good and it was a big heavy load. "Mmmhppphhh," gurgled Natasha happily.

To your surprise, she swallowed all of your load. Normally Natasha hated the taste of cum and would spit it out, but now she was inside Chanel, she seemed to enjoy it. Delicately wiping her pretty lips, she smiled and let go of your cock.

"Mmmh, sorry if I zoned out for a second there baby," she grinned. "I accidentally accessed Chanel's memories on blowjobs. Damn but she knows her stuff and she's sucked some good dick. Bigger than yours I guess."

You felt a sudden irrational jealousy. It wasn't like Natasha had actually sucked someone else's dick, but her having those memories seemed wrong somehow.

"I wish we had time for you to fuck me properly, but we'll get busted if we stay in here any longer. Come on."

Sorting out her hair and makeup Natasha indicated you should wait a moment and she slipped out first.

You waited a few minutes, then slipped out too. Looking around for Natasha you cursed as you saw her with a group of hot looking girls. She'd bumped into Chanel's friends! She made eye contact with you for a second then shrugged. Desperate not to blow her cover she decided to just go with it and helpless you watched her walk away with them - just like the real Chanel would.

****

Hours passed when your phone began to buzz. You weren't expecting a phone call from an unknown number, but you answered and it was Chanel's voice on the other end.

"Sorry about that babe. I couldn't get away from those bitches. I had to access more of my... I mean Chanel's memories just to convince them I was her."

Natasha began to explain how she had spent the rest of the morning with the girls doing hot girl shit. Hair, makeup, nails, coffee, more shopping.

Natasha usually hated all that kind of stuff, so you were surprised to hear genuine enthusiasm in her voice.

"I was pissed off that you chose this body for me at first. But the longer I spend as Chanel, the more I'm starting to enjoy being beautiful and popular. It's a unique experience. I understand how this body possession could get quite addictive. It's said that if you astrally project for too long your soul can bond with the wrong body and you get stuck forever. Imagine that. Imagine if I was Chanel permanently."

Her voice was joking, but also had a strange undertone to it.

"Of course I'm only doing this for a bit at a time so should be safe. I'm gonna hop back to my own body in a second. First though I've been horny all morning and haven't got off yet. Chanel has quite the selection of sex toys and I thought you'd like to listen. Right now I'm lying on her bed playing with myself."

You felt your cock stiffen as Natasha began to describe what she was doing.

"Mmmmh I'm touching Chanel's big bitchy tits and rubbing her tight pink pussy. Her soft hair is all around me and I feel like such a hot slut. Her pussy and clit are more sensitive than mine, you'd love this tight pussy. I have a finger inside myself. It feels so fucking good. I can't believe how wet I am already. Ooooh fuck yes."

Natasha began to moan and pant, you imagined her arching her back and gasping like a slut as she played with herself. You wished you were there, you were so jealous.

"Yesssss, yessss, I fucking love this body. I'm gonna cum so good in a bit. Mmmmh think I'll try this big thick dildo to help me get there. I want you to imagine it sliding inside my tight cunt, stretching me out baby. Chanel's tight pussy gripping every inch as I begin to pump it in and out. Ooooh fucccckkk."

Wet sounds of pleasure and pants and moans of lust came down the phone and you began to pump your own cock faster. This was so fucking hot.

"Ooooooh fuck, it's never felt THIS good before. Mmmmmh my new body was built for sex. Ooooh shit I can take it deeper than ever before, I feel like such a hot slut. My pussy is gonna explode! Ahhhh ohhhhh fuckkkk."

A screaming gasping squealing squirt of pleasure blasted down the phone as Natasha began to cum and you creamed your own belly with more of your own cum. The thought of her enjoying Chanel's body was just too erotic. That had been so hot.

"Mmmh, think I might play with myself a bit more before leaving her body. She won't properly remember everything she did when I was in control, just the gist. It's her brains own mental defense helping to keep my possession secret. She'll think she did all of this. So long as I don't do anything too out of character - I can have this hot little body whenever I like."

And with that she hung up...

***

For the next week you looked forward to your girlfriends daily possessions of Chanel. As Natasha predicted, the popular girl didn't seem to notice anything amiss and she certainly didn't show any indication she recognised you at uni.

It was strange to see that pretty face look at you blankly. The same face that hours before had been sucking you off or kissing you. To your shame you began to fantasize more and more about Chanel's beautiful features and soft sexy voice than Natasha's body.

But there was frustration too. Mostly the possessions seemed to involve a quick blowjob or handjob, then Natasha would go off with Chanel's friends. There was never anytime to have proper sex. Natasha even refused your offers to eat her out or finger her. You had never actually gotten to see Chanel's pussy.

Her popularity and prestige made it hard for you to spend any time whilst she was Chanel and you began to regret choosing such an exclusive target.

Natasha was acted weird too. She seemed to have accessed more of Chanel's memories for some reason and even when in her own body was acting more aloof and haughty. She'd started working out, stopped wearing her glasses and she sounded like she was starting to treat everyone like a real bitch.

She also seemed to be enjoying hanging out with Chanel's friends and living the life of a popular bitch more than she should. Her stories began to focus more and more on how much she had enjoyed hanging out with her girls and bullying the losers on campus, than the chance to be with you.

You were shocked the first time she described bullying someone. Shocked at how full of glee and enthusiasm she was.

"Some dumb little bitch dared to get in my way in the store. Can you believe it? She walked right out in front of me and when she saw who I was tried to apologise. I pushed the little loser into a clothes rail and knocked her over. She won't dare complain to the Dean, she knows I'd destroy her life. I left her crying in the shop - it was SO funny."

The possessions were supposed to bring you both closer together, not push you further apart, but now you were really starting to worry. Natasha had even insisted you set up a monthly payment to Chanel's bank account so she could buy even more clothes and things - but she never wore them for you.

The first real betrayal came when you found out that Natasha had been possessing Chanel on some days and not even telling you. She accidentally let slip a story about having dinner with her girls and you realised she hadn't told you she was available that day.

"Oh yeah? So? I sometimes slip back into Chanel when you're not around or I just feel like some me time. Her body fits me like a glove these days, I can hop in with no resistance anymore and I enjoy living her pampered life for a bit. What's your problem with that loser?"

You were shocked to hear the venom in her voice.

"Oh did I call you a loser? Sorry babe - that's what Chanel thinks about you. I've been accessing more of her memories and it's hard to fight off her impression of you as a nerdy, worthless, loser. I mean - of course I don't think that about you. Anyway gotta go."

She cut you off abruptly and that was the end of that.

***

The next betrayal happened soon after.

Natasha had stopped giving you blowjobs when she possessed Chanel, saying she was too busy or didn't feel like it. If you were lucky, you'd get a disinterested handjob from her and even that was becoming rarer.

It was like Natasha no longer cared about possessing Chanel to spend time with you, but simply so she could BE Chanel. It was also clear she had pretty much accessed all of Chanel's memories now and it had affected her.

Natasha's old speech patterns were gone. Whether she was inside Chanel or not she now spoke like a bitchy valley girl. Now when she called you 'babe' it was with a hint of mockery and her pretty lips always had a cruel bitchy sneer and her eyes a glint of malice. She held herself with a haughty arrogance and her body language had become like that of a spoiled ballet dancer.

"Just look at me. I'm so fucking PERFECT," purred Natasha as she admired herself in her stolen body. "Sorry 'babe' no time to give that tiny dick of yours a blowie. I have to meet the girls for some shopping. I have a new set of lingerie I'm desperate to try. See you later loooooser."

Despite Natasha's increasing distance, the dirty phonecalls continued and it had become the only source of your sex life. You'd listen to Chanel/Natasha moaning down the phone-line and telling you about fucking herself whilst touching yourself.

Recently though Natasha had told you that you weren't allowed to cum unless she said so. She also would cut off the phone unexpectedly, or sometimes not even ring at all leaving you blue-balled and desperate.

Then out of the blue she contacted you to tell you she had an idea how you could spend more time together.

"I've been telling all my hot friends about my cute sissy male friend... in other words you! If you go along with it and play the part, then I'm sure we can hang out more. All you gotta do is come over and act like a girly gay boy and the sorority will accept you. Maybe you'll even finally get to fuck me."

Natasha took you shopping and made you buy a load of new outfits. They were much tighter and more feminine than you were used to. Skin tight jeans, a crop top that showed off your body. You looked completely different. "There. Now you look more like a twink. We'll get your hair dyed blonde and styled, then get you into some of my panties and no one will believe you're straight."

You couldn't believe you were going along with it, but told yourself it would be worth it to spend more time with your hot girlfriend in her sexy new body.

She led you back to the sorority house and the girls swarmed you. You remembered what Natasha had told you, so you acted as camp as you possibly could. Strangely it came quite naturally, like you'd been putting on a masculine front for years and this was actually who you truly were.

To your surprise you began to have fun - gossiping, giggling, hanging out with the girls. You didn't even feel horny anymore.

Eventually Natasha showed you up to Chanel's amazing bedroom. It was quite a palace - as befitted the head of a sorority.

Lying on expensive silk sheets, she made you strip and try on her panties. You were a bit uncomfortable when she suddenly took some photos of you, but she promised they were just for fun and she'd delete them later.

Soon Natasha had images of you dressed in her bra, panties - wearing her makeup. It was like playing dress up it was fun.

You had hoped that she would now lock the door and offer to sleep with you at last - but to your disapointment she told you that she was tired and that the girls would get suspicious if you didn't come out soon.

Putting on your new outfit, you left the house feeling dejected - and yet strangely satisfied. It was like something was awaking inside you.

You wondered what tonight would bring...

***

After your dress up session, you hadn't been expecting more contact from Natasha, so it was a surprise when your phone rang that evening.

She sounded horny, there was a slutty catch in her voice and an excitement you couldn't quite place.

"Mmmmmh, heya 'babe'. So I'm lying here in some new expensive lingerie and I also picked up a new toy at the Mall. Wanna listen to me get off?"

Without waiting for your permission you heard the rustle of clothing and Natasha's breath catching. "Ohhhh wow, it's like nine inchs long or something. This really is a magnificent 'toy'."

You heard Natasha moan and soon there were sucking, slurping and popping sounds coming down the phone. It was unusual for her to simulate doing a blowjob, you imagined her lying on her back with a dildo in her mouth. She was doing a great job, it almost sounded like a real dick she was sucking.

Then you heard a grunt of pleasure. A male grunt. Did she... was she ACTUALLY sucking another guys cock? You angrily asked her causing her to giggle.

"Of course not babe, you must be hearing things. Mmmmhhh I'm here all on my own and I'm soooo fucking horny right now. Ohhh shit he's, mmmmh I mean I'm putting it inside me and it feels so good."

You heard the sounds of heavy breathing, then a soft wet slapping sound that grew harder and faster till it was soon the hot sound of hard male flesh slapping against soft female buttocks.

"Ooooh fuck YESSSS. You fuck me soooo good, I mean... my dildo fucks me so good. Ahhhhh ohhhh fuck, this feels amazing."

You were sure you could hear grunting and laughing as Natasha's moans of pleasure grew and the sounds of hot heavy fucking filled your ears.

It sounded like she was bent over on all fours now getting railed hard. Her breathing was heavy, you could hear the bed squeaking and shaking.

"Mmmmmh imagine if there really was a guy here fucking me. A big stong Alpha Jock with rippling muscles and a big dick?"

The slapping increased and Natasha let out a gutteral moan of pleasure.

"Making me cum in ways you never could. Ooohhhh fuck, what would you do about it then you fucking loser? You'd probably just jerk off to the thought anyway. You're so pathetic. Isn't he such a fucking cuck baby?"

Male laughter filled the line and the phone slipped out of your numb hands as the screams of ecstasy pumped out of your phone and you jerked off to the sound of your girlfriend getting pumped.

***

"Of course I didn't fuck a guy last night," laughed Natasha as you confronted her later. "It's all in your mind, you're just losing it. You pay me to pretend to be your girlfriend right so that's what I do. It's all make-believe."

You gawped at her in shocked amazement.

"Don't you remember loser? You wanted to pay me regular amounts to roleplay as your girlfriend and pretend she'd possessed me. I've got the monthly payments to prove it."

You shook your head in disbelief. No - this wasn't right. She WAS your girlfriend.

Chanel/Natasha laughed. "Oh come on. I knew you were mentally unstable, but seriously? You actually believe I'm your long distance girlfriend possessing this body? I mean - magic isn't possible loser. Fucking hell, I was worried you were losing your mind, but this is the final straw. Our little arrangement is over. I'm not pretending to be Natasha anymore and don't try to cause any trouble. I have photos of you dressed like a sissy loser I could release at any time, not to mention proof you've been paying me to pretend to be your girlfriend. It's over 'babe'."

Laughing Chanel walked away shaking her head.

***

Picking up the phone you desperately rang Natasha's cellphone. You were so confused. Was Natasha really possessing Chanel or had you invented the whole thing in your head.

No one answered so you called Natasaha's sister. She sounded upset on the phone.

That's when you found out that Natasha had been in a coma for nearly two weeks. Apparantly her family had come home one day to find her slumped over a table, totally unresponsive. It was like she wasn't there anymore - zero brain activity.

"We tried contacting you, but you didn't answer any of our calls or get back to us. What the hell is going on?"

You hung up - stunned.

Running over to the sorority house you banged on the door and demanded to be led to Chanel. You found her in her bedroom dressed in sexy lingerie and looking particularly bratty.

You accused her of abandoning her body, of becoming trapped inside Chanel. You begged her to leave Chanel and go back to her old body before it was too late. How long before her family decided to switch off the incubator and let her old body die. You begged and pleaded.

Chanel just looked at you coldly.

"Listen here you fucking loser. There are two possibilities you are describing. In one, I'm actually your stupid long-distance girlfriend who has become addicted to being a hot popular girl, absorbed all of her memories and replaced her. In this scenario I'm a body thief who loves what I have become and doesn't give a shit about you or anyone else.

In the second scenario, you're a crazy repressed sissy who has gone off the deep end at University due to the shock of his girlfriend falling into a coma. Full of unresolved guilt, you've created an elaborate fantasy pretending that I'm actually her - when in fact I'm Chanel Grey, popular girl and sorority president and that's who I have always been.

What I wanna know is - how in either of these scenarios you think it ends well for you? I know which scenario the police and everyone else will believe. I have photographic evidence that you're a pervert who wishes he was a girl. I have payments into my bank account for role-playing your girlfriend, and I can detail all the times I sucked your dick for money.

You have nothing. No evidence, no proof that any of this is true. You just sound like a fucking crack-pot.

Now why don't you get the fuck out of here before I call my new boyfriend over and get him to beat the shit out of you?"

What choice did you have? You turned and ran.

***

Chanel Grey watched the pathetic sissy loser she had just bullied turn and run with a thrill of sexual pleasure. She enjoyed being mean to people and indulging her cruel whims. Toying with this loser had been really fun.

Walking up to the mirror she examined her perfect reflection.

Who was she?

She was Chanel Grey. She was rich, spoiled and popular. She had a boyfriend with a big dick that was coming over to fuck her.

Nothing else mattered really.

THE END

[snapghoul]

Got ya sippin’ my sweet tea

Tyler’s turn to loose the game and he’s a little confused.

Note: completely forgot to write Kate & Tyler’s side of the little get together game. They’re so cute and I love them. Kate and Bradley are menaces, she also calls him anything but Rooster.

Warnings: none

Song: Too Easy - Tanner Adell

Tyler was reaching his breaking point. Usually a laid-back guy, it took a lot to get him this annoyed, but Jake seemed intent on pushing his buttons. Growing up with his twin, he knew just how annoying Jake could be.

“What’s that?” he asked, noticing Kate slip a new Polaroid into the passenger sun visor. He caught a glimpse of it and immediately recognized the absence of blonde hair.

Kate’s eyebrows shot up as she flipped the visor down again. “I managed to trap our fighting chicken.”

To Tyler’s surprise, it wasn’t Jake in the photo like he expected. This little game they were all playing was spiraling out of control, and he could see the mischievous glint in Kate’s eyes that he loved so much. It was Bradley. That damn tall chicken man.

Kate had recently stocked up on film for her Polaroid camera, and she was making the most of it. Tyler’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the snapshot: Kate and Bradley were crammed into the frame, her lips pressed against his cheek, while Bradley beamed with a goofy grin and pink-tinted cheeks. It looked like one of those cheesy couple’s photos.

Jealousy flared within him. For three days, Jake had been trying to steal Kate away, nudging Tyler to make a move, while he, in turn, had been trying to distract Bradley. But what he hadn’t noticed was how Kate seemed glued to Bradley, genuinely enjoying his company. Did he really stand to lose this brilliant and captivating woman to someone named after a bird?

“Crash and burn, Tyler” he could hear his brother’s taunting voice in his head.

“I had to wrestle him; he’s like an actual chicken! I had to chase him ‘round and pin his wings,” Kate laughed, recounting the moment.

Tyler felt his mouth go dry, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion. He caught his reflection in her eyes, dumbfounded and wordless. He felt a sting of rejection, despite having never even made a move.

His mouth snapped shut as he fixed his gaze straight ahead in the parked truck, the field around them silent. “So, Rooster…”

Tyler caught Kate rolling her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she leaned back in her seat. “I think he’s a sweetheart with an edge. He’s… well, he’s a rooster—flashy and protective.”

Tyler bristled at her words. So Bradley Bradshaw was better than him? Wasn’t he a sweetheart too? He’d always been as sweet as his dad's iced tea, but jealousy began to simmer within him.

“No wonder Jake likes him. I totally get the appeal; those two just need to kiss already,” Kate mused.

Huh? Tyler’s thoughts skidded to a halt.

“Wait, no, they did! He gave me $20 last night! They had to kiss! He didn’t tell me anything!” Kate exclaimed, remembering the bet they had made. Her eyes widened as she realized she had just spoiled the surprise. “Oh no, you weren’t supposed to know that.”

“What?” Tyler felt lost. He knew Jake had a thing for Bradley, but now it felt like he was in way over his head.

Kate sighed, acknowledging the end of their game. It was all out in the open now, especially after Bradley had given her that $20. Where Jake went, Tyler seemed destined to follow.

“Bradley and I saw you two trying to get each other to make a move, so we made a bet to play along. Honestly, Jake caved way quicker than I expected.” A smile grew on her face as she observed his confusion.

“What happened to ‘if you feel it, chase it’? C’mon, tornado wrangler, are you going to take me out on a proper date?”

“What—what about Bradley?” Tyler stammered, still processing everything, gesturing toward the picture of Bradley.

Kate chuckled softly, her smile making his heart race. “Bradley’s gay, Tyler! And I’ve decided he’s my new brother.” She spoke with confidence; both of them were only children, and she felt a strong connection with him.

“Oh.” Tyler’s face flushed crimson as he stared at the steering wheel, feeling foolish for not catching on sooner.

Leaning over the console, Kate pressed a kiss to his cheek and then his nose. “I’m free Friday, cowboy. Pick me up at eight?”

Tyler laughed, nodding. “Eight o'clock sharp. Wear your best boots—we’re going dancing.”

[synthwayve]

Who are your FIVE favorite Bloodborne characters and also why? (Yes sorry there are three more to choose from besides Micolash and Laurence 😞)

Thank you for the ask!! This really made me think tbh

1. Micolash (to nobody’s surprise)

He was actually not the first bloodborne boss fight I ever saw, but his fight captivated me nonetheless. His design is just so COOL. I can’t get over it. I always saw him as a gigantic meme but then I got into the lore more and realized wow, this character has a lot to him! Medical malpractice, insanity, possible regret, you name it! I always thought his contrast against what I’d heard of Laurence was interesting too, and now that I’m deep in the trenches it just gets better haha.

2. Rom (okay this might be a bit surprising)

As much as I draw other characters, Rom is super close to my heart. Im not the sharpest crayon in the box(and never have been) so her character is very endearing to me: I see her as having been the sort of person who yearns to be useful. To be good at something. Everyone could reassure her that “you don’t have to be smart or talented, you’re kind!” But when you’re surrounded by the extraordinary, the bar of “decent person” just doesn’t cut it. I think she ascended in an attempt to fix this, to be “special” like her peers, and not the sometimes-funny airheaded woman she thinks they take her to be. Also, her design is just very cool x,D

3. Laurence

His character has a lot of sides, which is ironic since he is a dlc boss and has maybe 4 lines of dialogue total lmao. I think that he had good intentions that rotted under the weight of his leadership, and he’s definitely super fun to work with on his own even outside of other character dynamics. If he’s manipulative and bordering on cruel, why is he like that? If he’s sweet but just misguided, why didn’t he give up on the blood before it blew up in his face? Should we feel bad for him? Should we feel angry? There’s a lot to think about- he’s a fun character to both design and interpret!

4. Caryll

I love Caryll’s entire concept, and the Caryll-rune system is particularly interesting to me. I like how many sides there can be to this character! I’ve always been one to heavily reference lore, but not tie myself down to it, so I just like their general vibe and the possibilities of their placement in the story. I’m sure if I stuck to the lore religiously I’d actually like them a bit less, since to me, the mystery around them is a big part of the character! I like to imagine their relations with the others too :)

5. Edgar

This was really hard to pick between him and Damian tbh, I put them at about the same level. Edgar is very flexible as a character but he has solid lore points that can’t be easily ignored, which I really appreciate! His possible dynamic with Micolash is always super interesting and I love the juxtaposition of a very accountant-coded character lugging around Ludwig’s Holy Blade with the full intention to punt you into the moon. As for Damian, I just have a particular soft spot for characters that are “right-hands” to a leader, left to mourn or act in their absence. The coolheaded assistant type has always been appealing to me, and I like that both of them have a very short presence in game but the fandom has widely made them bigger players!

Thanks again for the ask! It was a lot of fun to think about :) I love a lot of the BB characters honestly, narrowing down to top 5 made me *sweat* haha. If we had a top 6, Maria would be next!

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Okay, I'm sorry, but I gotta know. Not now, but one day off into the distant future perhaps.

What do you think would deeply touch or even just fluster (in a good way) each of the Dorfs? (Because I'm an obsessed romantic. I own up to my flaws.)

Just something that would get each of them to go all moony-eyed & think to himself, "I'm going to make this woman my queen."

Like, obviously, each one would be different, but I'm just very curious.

Ooo thats a good question! To be honest, I don't see any of the dorfs really getting moony eyed or flustered just because of the core personality of Ganondorfs (they too stony, grumpy, and harsh tbh)

-though I do see Windwaker Ganondorf being softer, maybe a hidden romantic himself. He's got that melancholic, sad old man vibes. He would totally get soft for someone who would tell stories of old Hyrule, perhaps if he saw them make an old recipe or hand make a cloth with symbols of the Gerudo. It would make him imagine a more romantic life with them. I did ask ChatGPT however and here is what they came up with:

Given the different personalities of the Ganondorfs from "The Legend of Zelda" series, each would be deeply touched or flustered by specific actions or qualities that align with their individual characteristics. Here’s what might make each Ganondorf go all moony-eyed and determined to make the woman his queen:

Ganondorf from "The Wind Waker"

Reflective and Melancholic:

Deep Connection: Sharing a moment of deep introspection about their lives, dreams, and the hardships they've faced would touch him profoundly. If she demonstrates a genuine understanding of his melancholic nature and offers comfort without judgment, it would mean a lot to him.

Cultural Appreciation: If she shows a heartfelt appreciation for Gerudo culture and history, perhaps by performing a traditional Gerudo dance or singing an ancient song, it would deeply move him.

Moment: One evening, she softly sings a Gerudo lullaby, a song from his homeland, while looking out over the ocean with him. Her voice, filled with emotion and understanding, would make him realize how much she means to him.

Quote: "In a world filled with darkness, you bring a light I never thought I'd see again. You are the queen I never knew I needed."

Ganondorf from "Ocarina of Time"

Proud and Domineering:

Unwavering Loyalty: Demonstrating unwavering loyalty in a moment of crisis, where she stands by his side against all odds and without hesitation, would deeply touch him. Her ability to match his strength and determination would make him see her as his equal.

Recognition of His Power: If she openly admires his power and ambitions, expressing a desire to rule alongside him and help him achieve his goals, it would appeal to his pride.

Moment: During a fierce battle, she fights valiantly beside him, taking down enemies with unmatched skill. Afterwards, she looks at him with fierce determination and says, "Together, there's nothing we can't conquer."

Quote: "In you, I see my equal, my partner in conquest. With you by my side, I am unstoppable. You shall be my queen."

Ganondorf from "Twilight Princess"

Ruthless and Calculating:

Strategic Brilliance: Demonstrating a keen strategic mind and coming up with a plan that outsmarts their enemies in a critical moment would earn his respect and admiration. Her ability to see through complex situations and provide insightful solutions would touch him deeply.

Shared Ambitions: If she articulates a shared vision for their future, showing that her ambitions align with his, and that she is willing to be as ruthless as necessary to achieve them, it would impress him greatly.

Moment: During a council meeting, she presents a brilliant strategy that turns the tide of a looming conflict, impressing all present. Later, in private, she looks into his eyes and says, "Together, we can achieve anything. I believe in our shared destiny."

Quote: "Your mind is as sharp as your blade. With you, I see a future where we can achieve greatness. You will be my queen, and we will shape the world together."

Ganondorf from "Hyrule Warriors"

Aggressive and Assertive:

Warrior Spirit: Showing incredible bravery and skill in battle, fighting alongside him with fierce determination, would touch him deeply. Her ability to hold her own and even save him in a critical moment would earn his admiration.

Boldness and Confidence: If she boldly declares her intentions and admiration for him, displaying confidence and a strong will, it would resonate with his assertive nature.

Moment: In the heat of battle, she saves him from an ambush, standing back-to-back with him as they fend off enemies together. After the fight, she looks him in the eye, with a confident smile, and says, "Together, we're unstoppable."

Quote: "Your strength and bravery match my own. You fight with the heart of a true warrior. You shall be my queen, and together, we will conquer all."

Summary

Wind Waker Ganondorf: Deeply touched by cultural appreciation and emotional understanding, making him realize her unique value.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf: Flustered by unwavering loyalty and shared ambitions, seeing her as his equal in power and determination.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf: Impressed by strategic brilliance and shared ruthless ambitions, recognizing her as a key ally in achieving greatness.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf: Admiring boldness and warrior spirit, appreciating her bravery and strength in battle as a perfect match for his own.

Each Ganondorf’s reaction reflects his personality, emphasizing what would touch him deeply and make him see the woman as his queen, combining admiration, strategic thinking, and the inherent challenges of dealing with a partner who matches his power and intelligence.

[loisfreakinglane]

TSSC

OH HO HO MY SOUL IS AFLAME now you probably meant tscc but how am i to know you didn't actually mean tsc SO THEREFORE i will be answering for both terminator: the sarah connor chronicles AND the shannara chronicles LETTUCE BEGIN

tscc:

The first character I first fell in love with: 

sarah. my darling heart.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

oh man................ i love almost everybody to an aggressive degree. i guess........ the best answer would be john henry. who'd have ever thought he would become my robot son!!!!!!!!!!

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

this isn't applicable. i love them all. i WILL SAY that much of fandom prioritizes cameron in a way that i don't? i adore her! absolutely! but she's not THE WHOLE POINT OF EVERYTHING to me that she seems to be for many others.

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

they've become loved NOW but from what i saw from fandom back in the day, jesse and especially riley were DESPISED by fandom. and they're 100% my number 1&2 favorite characters on this show.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

n/a?

The character I would totally smooch: 

JESSE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN ON THE PLANET I AM OBVIOUSLY PICKING HER

The character I’d want to be like: 

lol christ all of these people are walking tragedies. KACY. SHE IS MUCH HAPPIER.

The character I’d slap: 

the network for canceling it after the most unhinged finale ever. whoever made the dream episode happen. OH THE GUY WHO TORTURED DEREK. and also the teacher that was totally being a massive creep.

A pairing that I love:

derek/jesse.

A pairing that I despise: 

despise is a strong word. also don't make me say it

shannara:

The first character I first fell in love with: 

MARETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

WIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

i DO love him! but some ppl are SOOOOOOOOOO in love with ander they're infuriated by the show offing him. and i do not understand. he died saving lyria!!!!!!!!!!! I SUPPORT IT IT'S A GOOD DEATH

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

does this fandom exist enough for this question? OH WAIT I REMEMBER PPL SHIT TALKING QUEEN TAMLIN and she was impeccable such perfection

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

i don't think i have one

The character I would totally smooch: 

mareth! lyria! wil! jax! allanon! RIGA! ALL SO VERY KISSABLE

The character I’d want to be like: 

mareth or lyria! but honestly so many of them are perfect.

The character I’d slap: 

i want cephelo DEAD

A pairing that I love:

mareth/wil is eternal otp 5ever, but also lyria/eretria 5ever

A pairing that I despise: 

despise is a strong word. i will just say i do not personally see the appeal of wil/eretria at all. very nonsexy sibling energy to me personally

[wirewitchviolet]

It’s kinda wild how fascist talking points don’t even use reality as a jumping off point.

I was just scrolling through tumblr here and saw some big reply chain where some totally unhinged bigot had jumped in rambling about “adding [trans people] to female restrooms” and like... I get the appeal of framing oneself as a defender of the status quo as a way of seeming more reasonable to the average observer, it’s gotta cause confusion when you get people fired up to take action, right? Like eventually someone’s gonna see you shouting like this and go “yeah! We gotta make sure that doesn’t happen! I’m gonna call my congressional rep right now! What’s the name of this bill I need to demand he vote no on?” and like does this sort of propagandist just shout a random proposition number or something when that happens, or what?

I mean, broadly, we really have to do a better job of grabbing megaphones and shouting reminders to people that when people are talking about “trans rights,” that’s never us like, going out and marching to have things enshrined into law as basic rights for us. It’s all legal rights we’ve always had, which are already on the books as long settled law, that a bunch of completely absurd bigots are spontaneously deciding need to be formally stripped away, for no reason other than “well, I never thought about whether trans people should be able to walk from their front door to their car in the morning before last week, but it definitely doesn’t strike me as something that I feel OK with,” or whatever.

This particular example though doubled down even further from there, because this particular baffling weirdo insisting we live in a world where for all recorded history every single time a trans woman has ever gotten a large soda at the movies or something, she has been required by law to just hold it until she gets home went on to explain that this fictional legal landscape exists for the same reason as the laws where children’s bathrooms are segregated by various age ranges. You know, like we see all the time. You head over to where there’s the signs where there’s the 20 doorways with alternating nude stickfigures and stick figures with skirts, in a very precisely engineered range of sizes, and you carefully double check that you are headed for the door with both the correct clothing and precise height to match your exact age and gender, as police drag screaming 4 year old boys out of what was clearly the 5-to-7-year-old-boy’s room, past all the trans women with overfilled bladders rushing home to the ones with the specialized equipment to keep the sewer system free of our unholy taint.

Like, damn, at least when you see some guy on a street corner wearing a signboard about how the world is going to end in 37 days, he’s willing to meet you halfway on the premise that the world is presently in an un-ended state. It’s never “a rain of fire and cataclysmic chasms completely destroyed all human life in 1992″ or something. That’s the level these weirdos seem to be on though.

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2023-04-03

Quilt's done, let's watch some movies.

Listening: Finished catching up to 99 percent invisible, which only took me like five years of cooking, cleaning, commuting, sewing, video gaming and soldering. Admittedly it's only about half of all of those things, but hey.

There's a lot of good 99pi episodes although a lot of them are actually guest episodes, for example Finding Julia Morgan is actually from New Angle: Voice, about an early and prolific skyscraper designer.

For originals, there's the story of the Nikolai Vavilov and the Seed Potatoes of Leningrad although frankly The Anthropocene Reviewed did it better, and there's Miss Manhattan, which is the story of a prolific model who is as a result featured in a ton of architectural work, Audrey Munson.

Reading: Started qntm's Ra, spec fic hard science fantasy where magic is a precise scientific process which is primarily best understood through careful measurement and differential equations. Appealing to me as an electrical engineer, where most things are also best understood through careful measurement and differential equations.

I read the first couple chapters ages ago but didn't stick with it, it's hard to read on a computer, I ended up buying the ebook and I'm devouring it. qntm has a way with words and worlds, and an appreciation for the power of institutional knowledge and formal theory that makes his stories feel very real and grounded. Even if they open with a drunk mage blasting some muggers with a microwave thermal lance.

Watching: Triple feature, big show today. First, episode two of Dynamo Dreams is out, only a year after the first one, not bad for what is mostly a solo VFX project. Beautiful, grungy, greebled sci-fi.

My brother called me up at six in the evening like hey do you want to go see a movie, and I almost never turn that offer down despite his incredibly terrible taste in movies and TV. We saw Shazam 2, which was mediocre in uninteresting ways. If you want to enjoy it, walk out about 15 minutes before it ends and it'll at least do something bold and thoughtful. The most I can say is that it keeps track of all it's plot points and ties them all off neatly.

Finally The Edge of Tomorrow, the time loop movie from like 2014. I like time loops, they give you a lot of room to play with. Manages to handle its stakes really well and convey the exhaustion and investment of a time loop without actually playing out every loop, which is hard. Makes me want to play Elsinore.

Playing: Nothing much, I got a couple games of Valorant in with The Buds. Now that I don't have sewing to podcast through I might go back to Forza a few hours a week. It's a reliable option. That or Warframe maybe. Needs to be a game with minimal text and little strategy.

Making: The Penrose quilt is finally done, took a few months there huh.

I'm really glad it's done, I'm looking forward to actually using it once I move out. Soon hopefully.

My sewing skill has really gone up over the course of this project, sometimes I'd read or watch someone's dressmaking project and I'd think there's no way you can do consistently tight backstitch by hand for that long of a seam but no, you totally can, it's not even that hard.

Tools and Equipment: If you're going to be working with Perle cotton you really want embroidery specific needles, they've got longer eyes that are better suited to the thicker floss than conventional needles.

[zeynepsadik]

.*･｡ﾟ ━ ( melisa asli pamuk / cis woman / she/her) i think i just saw ZEYNEP SADIK on the subway.  the TWENTY-NINE year old PUBLICIST has been living on cornelia street for FOUR YEARS. zeynep’s friends know her to be perspicacious , zealous  &  vivacious , but she has a reputation on cornelia street for being devious , mercurial  &  imprudent. when i see zeynep , i can’t help but think of the well-planned coverup of a scandal , perfectly tailored designer clothing  &  the almost overwhelming need to protect a good thing  !  in  fact , i sometimes i think i hear LAVENDER HAZE when i see her walk by-

zeynep ayla sadik, just consider her cornelia street's tree paine.

bisexual.

born september 13, 1993 - we love virgos around here, okay?

the only child of the now former chairman and ceo of sony music and a one-hit-wonder pop star.

was really just faced with opulence and excess from the moment she was born. her silver spoon was probably diamond encrusted.

had the perks of a ridiculously wealthy father - her favorite popstar performed at her sweet sixteen, she had the nicest clothes, and the best vacations. she got into any event, party and club she wanted to.

but it wasn't all louboutins and good vibes. image was always very, very important to her father and he had no issue telling her exactly what she should be doing and made sure she did it.

she liked lacrosse growing up, but he wanted her to play tennis - she could do that at the country club and impress his friends. she preferred theater, he had her join the choir and take voice lessons. god forbid his daughter couldn't hold a note.

growing up, she never really felt like her own person, more just an extension of her father.

the first time she really felt like an individual was when it was time for college. she didn't just choose the school - columbia - but also her major - communications. standard for most, but a big deal for her.

it probably helped, though, that she knew what she wanted to do at that point. actual fame held little appeal to her, but she was fascinated by the business side. she'd see starlets - either friends she made or those contracted to sony - commit some debaucherous act right in front of her eyes. the next day, it'd be covered up entirely, twisted in the press or distracted from by some careful planned pap shots or a puff piece. she thought that was genius and wanted to be a publicist from then on out.

she was always a little sneaky and a step ahead of others, might as well make a career out of it.

freshly graduated, her dad pulled some strings to get her a job at a prestigious pr firm, giving her access to clients at a level most new hires never get the chance to represent.

so, yeah, nepotism got her in the door but she is really fucking good at her job. she's not afraid to play dirty (in fact, she thinks that's kinda fun), she has sources with people and tmz for all your puff piece needs, and has a knack for always knowing when a pap walk or publicity stunt is needed.

she's really managed to build a reputation of her own and her career is a great source of joy for her.

tbh, it's amazing to see someone so professionally successful and seemingly put together have such a messy personal life.

it's been one heartbreak after another for zey and she'd be hard-pressed to tell you exactly why. okay, sure, some of them were doomed from the start, obviously poorly matched paramours zeynep pursued in a kinda (totally) childish urge to rebel after her overbearing father criticized them.

but the rest? beats zey. she'd say she just has a broken picker, an issue no fault of her own and one that just can't be fixed. her friends would probably tell you that she's too impulsive when it comes to relationships, she feels that spark and is just ready to jump right in.

whatever the reason, no matter how meant to be she thinks they are, whether it's in two months or two years - it ends. and that's exactly why she wants to protect this new relationship she's in.

things feel good, really, really good and she's determined to shield this love from her less-than-charming family (especially the father who never approves of her partners), well-meaning but judgey friends, the stresses of the job and just the rest of the world. she doesn't want anything to taint it.

deep down, way down, zeynep realizes that's not exactly logical or realistic. they're gonna have to face the real world eventually. but she's also cool with just staying in that honeymoon phase for as long as they can and, honestly, doesn't have much of an idea or plan for how things will work once that ends.

wanted connections

romance is not dead if you keep it just yours aka muse b in lavender haze. the new love zey is so desperate to protect, she's all in on this.

it's nice to have a friend aka the besties. give me the fun, wild friends she can have a night out with but also the protective, logical ones who roll their eyes whenever she says 'it's different this time'.

i know i make the same mistakes every time aka the exes. zeynep has a history of failed relationships so a few of these would make sense.

clients. whether a public figure or a corporation, zey would be a great asset to have on the team.

anything and everything. she's a lifelong new yorker so there's plenty of time for run-ins, neighbors, former classmates, whatever.

[tacticalhimbo]

Star Wars

you just want me to talk about obi-wan, don't you. because you know i will—

[send me a fandom]

The first character I first fell in love with: ... boy gee golly i wonder who it could possibly be. jk. it absolutely was obi-wan. specifically attack of the clones obi-wan like. the long hair just hit ok i'm sorry. then i saw revenge of the sith obi-wan and it was joever from that moment. have not and will never be normal about mr. kenobi

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: darth maul. genuinely. i remember lowkey being creeped out by him bc i'd only seen the live action portrayal back in the day(tm) but like... after getting into comics and the animated series? and also growing up? i get it. i love him so much it is unreal. he is so tragic.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: ... kylo ren. i would like to apologize before i am crucified but i just. listen. i didn't mind the later trilogy. i absolutely have my issues with it (looking at the fact finn was supposed to be written as a more primary character and as a queer character (allegedly) and potentially force-sensitive but pushed aside because they thought the white woman would be more interesting) but like. i'm not a hater. i am perfectly fine with mediocre. that said... he just gives me ick. not hate to adam driver (unless he's done some shit idk about then absolutely all hate to him too)

The character I love that everyone else hates: jar jar binks. fuck y'all i love this gungan with my whole heart. and i understand the genuine criticisms for the way he was portrayed (re: the fact he absolutely can be read as and has been read as a caricature of black folk by black academics) and i absolutely agree with a lot of what has been said. but that's not the point of it, because criticism is good. it's the fact people went so far as to harass the actor (ahmed best) to the point he genuinely considered suicide? hm. hm. i don't like that. esp bc people sent him death threats and made him genuinely unsafe with their actions like. c'mon now.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: hmmm... i don't not love him. i do love him. i'm just more normal about him now. but hondo. he's just that guy. less a blorbo and more like that cool and kinda concerning uncle.

The character I would totally smooch: can i say all of them? because genuinely i could not pick just one like. fuck dude. for sake of picking one boba fett i wanna kiss his bald head (and then some-)

The character I’d want to be like: ... obi-wan 🥺 i wish i had that man's tenacity and patience and kindness.

The character I’d slap: paz vizsla. and then i would smooch him. i hate him. i love him. i am sad he died.

A pairing that I love: speaking of paz!!! you got me hooked on the idea of him and bo-katan i am obsessed with how toxic they are <3

A pairing that I despise: obikin... i'm sorry that is a father and his son to me i do not see the appeal. i cannot be convinced. i have seen the untagged art. i have had the displeasure of reading y'all's headcanons and ficlets. i just. cannot. see it.

[hak]

OKAYYY. I’ve been playing final fantasy x and here are some preliminary thoughts after like a hard won 4ish hours in 🫠

It was a huge leap to start this game just because 1) I don’t play games like this period (rpg fighters) and have even less experience than any other type of game I ever played and 2) there’s truly nothing more intimidating to me than the final fantasy franchise.. like it only won out over me trying out kingdom hearts because I didn’t feel like doing the punch _ button for _ move type fighting in a game just yet lol. BUT WHATEVER! It has been my goal this year anyway to try games out of my comfort zone (80% of games out there lol) so here I am…

I think the world-building is very appealing!! look I have never in my life even tried looking up final fantasy lore or anything I think I just know Sephiroth and the big ducks maybe but regardless I loved the 5 seconds we got in Zanarkand just because a fantasy steampunk-esque world can be charming.. and exploring the 1000yrs later world and it’s differences is also very interesting. I think I spent half of my hours just talking to everybody I saw and looking at the world textures lol it’s nice and peaceful most of the time

I love the cast a lot.. playing as Tidus kind of surprised me because I think I’m not used to fully formed playable main characters like him (was thinking Link or a fire emblem protag rip) but I LOVE HIM!!!! HES SO GOOFY AND CHARMING and I am so endeared by the voiceover narration (ummm his future self??) and where the story is taking him. He and Yuna are so sweet and cute. I actually really love that not ever cutscene was there to move the plot??? Like the one first boat scene where Tidus stole some guys binoculars and was monkeying around on the ship. Or this one 🥺😭💗

SO PRECIOUS!!! It’s how I know something horrible is going to come regarding them 🧎Well for now I’m just in for the ride. The other guardians are definitely a ragtag bunch but I really appreciated how they were fleshed out in this narrative. I like the big wolf beast guy and I will tell you every time I get a chance I try to get Tidus to go talk to him and every time I get ignored 🥲 ONE DAY!!!! And I love theeee goth woman supreme Lulu even her name is so cute. Love her little doll. She saves my ass every single fight I swear. Wakka is also charming in his own way lol he reminds me of a character I just don’t know who.. he and Lulu having their josei romance drama in the backdrop of this story also gets meeeee. Like!?? Look at them wtf���

Ok ok now about the fighting itself: it’s not as bad as I thought. It’s still not something I really have come to look forward to though, and I really really despise the mechanic where you’re walking and get a randomized battle out of nowhere. The Pokémon grass effect whatever you call it…. IM SICK OF IT!!!! LET ME RUN AWAY!!! especially when I’ve had like 3 fights in a row and that stupid breaking glass effect comes and I have to fight again. Oh save me. im not built for this. HOWEVER. Besides that. It’s okay. Figuring out what moves I should be doing isn’t all that difficult even if I do kind of just guess most of the time. I’m lucky I’m using an emulator and saving as much as I can in case I need to reload during a battle. I’ll be okay lol I just want to complain sometimes just cuz. 😖

And finally…. The one thing I did not expect to encounter in this game and genuinely made me want to QUIT this game for good despite everything positive above: BLITZBALL. WHY DO YOU EXIST. WHY. I CANT STAND THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!

This funny scene made me laugh when I first saw it because I literally thought blitzball games would play out like that first cutscene in Zanarkend - AS A CUTSCENE!!! TIDUS YOULL LOSE I HAVE NO SKILL YOULL LOSE TIDUS!!!!!!!

I will admit now I didn’t know wtf I was doing on that boat and totally failed at getting the Jecht shot but how??? Was I supposed to know????? I THOUGHT IT WOULD JUST LEAD TO A FUN MINIGAME how was I to know it was life or death (in blitzball)…. I did Google whether I needed it to win and results varied. But before I get judged I spent about 40 min trying to grasp the entire blitzball tutorial and things still didn’t wrap around until I began playing and EVEN THEN I wanted to cry and rage quit. Something I have never needed to do in all my life!!!!!! Then I thought fine whatever I’ll just let the game do it’s thing and maybe try to give the ball to Tidus as much as possible if that’s my only shot and lord almighty I couldn’t even get one point in. The ai would score so much and I swear I paid attention. Imagine me mid game pausing just to google 10+ year old forum answers on whether I can just do the bare minimum and still win. I don’t even think I needed to win??? But the other team was so mean to us …. LIKE I WANTED TO WIN….. but I’m not capable of it. I knew it when I first started the tutorial too versus the real game I truly am so disinterested in this kind of minigame (the least mini of mini games I’ve ever played ever) that I don’t care. Like I’m just so so frustrated that it’s 3am im writing this post just to vent about how I want to keep playing ffx but not at the cost of this stupid side game that shouldn’t even take me more than 15 min to play!!!!!

I should’ve known from this part in the tutorial that this was bullshit fr. Look I know its not like all of the mechanics were rocket science, if I took 1 day to actually study the game I would BUT WHY WOULD I DO THAT. WHY WOULD I WASTE MY TIME AND DO THAT. I am just so put off at this point from this game simply because of blitzball. Sorry to Tidus and his quest for home and all but it will not come true because I cannot stand playing blitzball. 🤬

Where i am now: I paused at the end kinda when Wakka comes in at the end of the game. I couldn’t score a single point so it was just left at 2-0. I really don’t care anymore I will just lose the game because I’m sick of it. But damn I was really trying okay. Kinda. I hate being petty but we’ll see if I want to even pick it up as a whole game again when I wake tmrw after this experience lol

To be extremely honest I kinda began ffx as a total “wouldn’t it be funny if?” type game for me because I know what I like and dislike in games and this one bordered that for me so I was genuinely curious to see how far I’d last. But this blitzball game is so far into my dislikes that it actually bums me out because the storytelling is so in my lane. I don’t want to quit just yet but I will say now if blitzball gets any worse I’m out. That truly is my last straw lmao. Also it seems like a very long game otherwise and even that is a struggle for me to comprehend. Plus battles are even going to get worse and I can barely slide by during those… idk it is looking grim for the mariel partakes in final fantasy era 😭

[ink-and-dagger]

Hey Silco would you still love Astrid if she was a worm? What about you Astrid?

That entirely depends.

On what?!?! You already said once before that you’d still love me even if I were a fish.

A worm is not a fish.

I assumed the sentiment would carry over to other animals??!

As a general rule of thumb, you should never assume anything in life, dear. Worms are significantly less appealing than fish.

Ooooh I see. So your love for me is based on how appealing you find my form?

No, that is an entirely—

Never thought of you as being so shallow—

—If I might be allowed an opportunity to defend myself?

Sure sure. Go ahead. Be my guest… 🧐

...As I was attempting to explain, if you were to transform into a worm right this second then of course I would still love and care for you. As I assume you would for me?

wELL as A geNErAl RuLe oF THumb yOu sHOuld neveR aSsUME aNYtHinG—

—Yes alright, you’ve made your point.

Well yeah ‘course I would. I’d put you in a little worm house and feed you garbage everyday.

That’s very kind. However, if you were a worm when we first met, then I’m not entirely sure our relationship would have developed as it has.

How do you know that?

…I am fairly certain—

You can’t possibly know that we wouldn’t still have ended up together if one of us was a worm.

Are you honestly insinuating that had you found a worm on my chair the first time you walked into my office you would—

Was it wearing a tie?

I— what?

A neck tie? Like yours?

I don’t see how that makes a dif—

Because if I walked into a room and saw a worm wearing a neck tie then actually yeah I’d have definitely made conversation with it.

…?!

Well wouldn’t you?? It isn’t every day you see a worm in people’s clothing.

I fear we’re getting off topic.

Nonono, no we aren’t. This is all very relevant. Are you saying that if a literal worm knocked on your office door — opened said door by itself — and then came in carrying a bottle of bourbon, you wouldn’t be a little curious about that worm and it’s life story?

I— Quite frankly I think I’d be horrifically disturbed.

Well sure, it’s a nightmarish mental image, but you’d engage with the worm, yeah? You wouldn’t just ignore it.

Well I— I suppose—

And therefore if you had engaged with worm-Astrid, she would have eventually won your friendship with her sparkling conversation and winning personality. Right?

…You’re taking an awful lot of liberties with this imaginary scenario.

It’s still me. I am the worm. It has my personality and charm. Unless of course you’re so superficial that you won’t even engage platonically with someone you found physically unappealing—

Fine. Very well. I would still have befriended you had you been a worm. But it wouldn’t have evolved into anything romantic—

Yeah but how do you know though?

For Gods’ sake now you’re just being ridiculous

Am I though? Did you know you were going to fall in love with me when you met me?

Well… no…

It happened over time, right? The more you got to know me, the more you loved me. How do you know that you wouldn’t also fall in love with worm-me given the time to do so?

…

…

Darling one. Love of my life. Treasure of my heart. Would you be so kind as to tell me exactly what I need to do to end this conversation as swiftly as possible and have you leave me be?

Admit that it’s entirely feasible that you could have fallen in love with me even if I was a worm all along.

It is entirely feasible that I could have fallen in love with you had you been a worm all along.

Thank you. Now let’s talk about the fact that none of these issues came up when I was a hypothetical fish—Gods above and below his woman was sent by Vander to finish the job—Does this mean that you’re totally cool with the idea of romancing a fish?

I’m not going to justify—

Have you attempted to romance a fish in the past?

I’m getting a migraine—

Been on down to the aquarium looking for a hot date?

Do you ever tire of being so insufferable?

No need to get defensive. I’m not here to judge your sexuality.

If you think I won’t physically evict you from this office then you are sorely mistaken.

Hey here’s a fun fact — did you know that sharks have two dicks? What am I saying, of course you knowhey! If you’re gonna manhandle me at least make it kinky—

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: Vacation

It was another cold winter night working at the office. Fredrick was throwing himself into work after the divorce, trying to not think about how this is the first Christmas he’d be spending apart from his former husband.  They were two different people after all. He knew he was tired. He knew that it probably wouldn’t be wise to be working this late. He knew he could probably use a break, or better yet a vacation. But the empty house he’d come home to just didn’t seem appealing. More than anything he wished he could get away. From all the tiredness that came with his life.

Like it or not Fredrick would get his wish as before his very eyes a bright light engulfed his vision. When he came to he was blinking behind a tinted view of a warm welcoming beach. Some beach goers were freaking out, others were smiling giddily, and Fredrick was laying back confused. Holding a canned drink?

“Now this.... this is a strange dream? I’ve definitely been working too hard.” Fredrick muttered to himself in a deep bass voice. He’d had dreams like this before. Fantasies where he’d look down and see a completely sculpted chest, huge arms that effortlessly flex, and a commanding voice that would get him hard. However, those dreams typically ended in him seducing a guy at the gym or at his office. Never had one left him in a confused beachfront with people screaming. He hated the beach! His pale sensitive skin always burned way too easily.

While he pondered the nature of this dream he tried to stand up and got a head rush at the vantage point he now occupied. He wasn’t used to being this high up, and given how he towered over most everyone here, he knew he was probably rather tall. Still taking in his surroundings Fredrick was completely caught off guard by the woman rushing his directions. Her reckless sprint caused her body to run right into his, and right into an area which hurt. She recoiled her knee and said, “oh my gosh. I’m sorry! Geez. Man! Are you ok?” she said gruffly.

At that moment Fredrick knew this was no dream. Maybe a nightmare but no dream.

“OOooooooh” Fredrick moaned on the ground. Even his groans of pain sounded manly. 

“I’m so sorry man. I thought... I was freaking out cuz I’ve got these boobs and this long hair now... Are fuck. Stand up man!” the woman said.

It took a few minutes of deep breath and coaxing but Fredrick finally got to his feet, palming a rather sizeable appendage in his new body. 

In that time, thousands of devices delivered the same news. A worldwide event has caused the entire world populace to switch bodies with one another.

“Damn that makes sense. Fred right? Fuck. Well my name is John and I’m still freaking out.”

“It’s Fredrick. And I still can’t believe I’m awake. What on Earth are we going to do? I... uh...” Now that he was reoriented to the news and his pain, Fredrick’s eyes widened as he saw John’s body.  As a lifelong gay man he felt the familiar sensations of attraction, but now focused primarily on the body of the rather voluptuously form John now called his own. Never in his life had he expected to be caught ogling large yet firm breasts of a woman wearing a bikini, but there he was, somehow filtering out all of John’s words and staring.

“And anyway,” John continued, “I recognize this place I think. Family vacationed here a few years back. There should be some hostels or motels back closer to the city side if- Hey. Hey! Jackass! You listening?” John barked.

“Huh? Yes! Terribly sorry. You were saying? Places.... to stay! Yes. We should... go! I’m sorry... I... I’ll admit.. I was staring. I’ve never... felt such intensity. You see I’m a gay man... or rather... was is probably the right word... I can’t seem to look away from your beautiful body and I would totally understand if you wished to travel alone.”

John sighed. As bad as this guy was, he’d recently run from a few handsy guys who wouldn’t take no for an answer. At least this guy was polite.

“Whatever man. Just keep it in your pants. I was a straight guy and now I’m this hot chick. So let’s just move on and not talk about it. Maybe you could use those big muscles and sexy voice to get us a room.” John said blushing slightly. Did he just call this guy’s voice sexy?

The two collected their new body’s belongings. Or at least Fredrick did. He seemed to have a wallet and small backpack with some belongings. An ID that confirmed his new height of 6′7, a name of Walsh Gray, and a new weight of 320lbs. John had no such luck, with just a cute fanny pack with a silver phone that was locked. 

John led the way, giving Fredrick an awkward several minutes of averting his eyes from John’s curvaceous ass. He was glad it didn’t take them very long before a local motel was in sight. The patrons were offering the rooms for free until things calmed down, but due to limited spaces Fredrick and John would need to share a small single bedroom. 

Finally behind closed doors the two could breath. John fell to the bead exhausted and frustrated, while Fredrick said. “I’m... going to freshen up in the bathroom. I feel absolutely sweaty with how warm it is.”

Curiously the tired behemoth had left the door to the bathroom ajar, allowing John to see the exposed body of this new bodybuilder. Each cravice was completely carved to perfection. Everything from the intense neck and back muscles to the granite like calves and thighs. It would appear it was John’s turn to be unable to look away. Every second he looked he realized his hand was inching lower and lower down his navel. Then before anything could happen the water shut off and he snapped out of it.

“Thank you for letting me go first... you can use it if you want.... thank you again for guiding me here and for letting me stay with you. You caught me at a rather weird time in my life. You see I’d recently gotten divorced and-”

Before Fredrick could say another word John had stood on the bed and kissed him. “Just shut up. I don’t care who you were before. But the you now is making feel some weird things. So just shut up and let me ride this out.”

Fredrick’s eyes were more than wide at this explanation, but as the kisses kept coming and the small delicate hands kept wandering, he realized, maybe this was just the vacation he needed.

[muunsick]

All that announced her approach was the crunch of her skeleton and the bowing of tendons, and just like that, Eden is locking eyes with death. They barely even register the weapon pressed against their neck, a hungry blade seeking fresh life. Sensations go numb, their thoughts fizzle to nothing, her very existence swallows air from the room and it feels like drowning.

Fear is a loathsome understatement. That is not what Eden feels. Is it ice in their marrow. It is thorns in their gut. Is it the evisceration of hope itself. No, this isn't fear. They do not shy away from their end. Mortality is not the darkest threat in this room. To die might even be a mercy. If she were quick and lethal, decisively firm in her choice to end Eden's life, that would be the best case scenario. Eden does not fear death.

What they now face is something even sicker. The culmination of evil beyond description. Wicked violence that yearns for nothing but pain in its totality. She is not merely death. She does not usher the natural end to things, she maims and she rips and she hunts. She must be worse than even a wild beast, killing for nothing more than the joyous sport of it. Her motivations are unclear, but perhaps the most horrifying truth is, there is no deeper motivation. Just want. Carnal glee. She is clearly having fun.

Their mind stutters, blearily rediscovering clarity as they wrack for a response. Any response. There is nothing they can say that will save this, but curiosity is as close to their heart as the blood it steers, so they will be honest. Straightforward. Earnest in the light of unspeakable terror.

For a moment, they consider shielding her name. Deny they saw anything at all and insist upon her innocence. Swear on their honor, what little left they have, that they will not recount her crimes to any soul who dares ask. Yet, as they give it more consideration, this might infuriate the woman. She must care not for innocence or the abolishment of guilt. She is reveling in her art. Decorating it. The white of smiling teeth slicing red-soaked skin.

"… you killed them." Eden said, a bit dumbly. "They're all dead." Once more, that widened, purple eye trains itself on the gore, their mouth watering. The stench is invasive, and they find it hard to concentrate on her. Her face. Her knife. Her belittling voice. Eden forces themselves to look away. Say something. You damnable child. Buy more time. Get her talking. Do it now. She will flay you alive if you don't—

"It's pretty." they finally croak. "I've never seen bodies so … disfigured. You almost forget they were people, once." It's an attempt to play into the woman's twisted fascination. A desperate appeal, flattery of her craft. What comes as a surprise, though, is the steady sincerity with which they say this. They have never been a dependable liar. But this is a lie. They do not enjoy all this blood.

It is a lie. It must be a lie. It has to be.

"What does it feel like?" they fire off a tentative question, and maybe the woman will grant a response. "I have never killed. I have never—" One deep breath and their lungs puff with that horrid smell again. Eden shudders. "I have never seen anyone kill like this. Like you."

The greatest currency within the world – blood.

How warm it felt, how sticky as well, how it was always different, on the person that you held down, watching them, the terror within their eyes, the wheezing and oh, how they beg, to all the gods, except for the only one that matters. That they believe, so much that something or rather someone was going to protect them from any harm at all.

Laughable, it was all truly laughable, there was nothing that could be done, nothing that could be said, she would take her fill of blood and life, and swallow it all, devouring it until she moved onwards, her entire cult, has changed, weakness had been found and crushed, her own sibling, had been replaced by her, he was weak, so she destroyed him, he was leading them nowhere, doing nothing, achieving so little.

Her work was perfection, there was no end towards it, she did what she believed was right, her father demanded life, demanded blood, demanded that this city and the lands around it, would become his and all would kneel before him and offer blood and life for payment, and such as it was, if you are not with her, then you are against her and she has no need for those who are not worth of serving.

She was speaking to them, the devoted, commanding them to double their efforts, this city was not yet their own, they still had enemies, they still had foes, they still had those that wished to stand in there way and make things difficult for them, even within the deadly alliance she has formed with two others, she was only waiting.

She was merely waiting, playing, pretending with them, the moment they have served there purpose and they are of no more usage to her, she will slit there throats, slaughter them and there followers and drown anyone who stands in her way with there blood, before taking there stones for herself, this new god, was nothing more than a falsehood, nothing more than a lie, nothing more than a mere weapon for them to use.

It takes three of them to command such a creature.

Yet for her, three will become one, very quickly when she is ready.

“Hm.”

They lay there, basking in the crimson glow, feeling the chanting of there followers, the sound of dripping and splashing, of the blood pooling around the ground, but they would hear it for themselves, something was amiss, a little being has managed to slip and crawl, worm there way into such a place, to gaze upon the murder cult and to try and flee, to what was the reason of such a thing, when they have merely just arrived the poor darling.

A lamb to the slaughter.

The intruder was fast, but not as quick on there feet as they wished they could have been, as she rolled and bent backwards, snapping bones and breaking joints, to get up the wrong way before she turned and she was gone, just vanishing quickly, to merely appear right before them, the crimson blade spinning around within there hand, twisting and twirling before she would point it right at them, the tip going right to there throat and settling there for the moment.

How it cries, how it begs, how it wishes for freedom.

One nip, one cut, one little slice, it will squirt out, like a fountain, it will splash her, paint her, and she will bath within that blood, but this was too easy and this was not part of her target list, this was nothing, no one, so little and pointless, a lamb fresh and having wondered from the fields to somewhere it ought to have never come, right into not the den, but right into the jaws of the wolf as she chuckled, so scared, so afraid, fear has tainted them, the kill had to be quick and when they were not expecting it, blood and meat ruined with this one sneaking around.

“Well, lost are we little lamb.” She purrs and slips behind them, the blade still there, moving up and down as she walked right around them in a circle to take them all within. “What did you see?”